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Baizhu sat near the edge of the bed as he looked at the opulent mirror in his home, fingertips lightly grazing the bite marks left on his body. Like a smattering of paint dropped on an untouched canvas. His body had no place left untouched by his newfound lover.
“Baizhu, do you need a balm to soothe your wounds? I must admit I went too far on marking you.” A gentle voice asked. A second pair of hands following his feathery touches on the slowly healing wounds. Baizhu let out a soft chuckle, turning to face his partner. His usual hazel hazel hair was left untied and yet even after a vigorous romp in the bed and sleeping long hours it still framed his face beautifully. Such is the effortless grace and beauty of an archon. Mere mortals such as Baizhu could not do much in the face of it except bask in it. In Baizhu’s case however it involved worshiping him in his bed, intimately.
“It looks worse than it actually is, Morax.”
It was true, his frail body had the marks of his beloved archon. Even if it was indeed worse, he was fine with bearing the full brunt of his archon’s blessing. If a vision was considered by some to be a blessing from the archons, the bite marks that littered his body were more than a simple blessing. Baizhu moved to straddle Zhongli, cupping his face delicately as though he were fine china that cost more mora than he could make in his entire lifetime. He bared his neck to Zhongli, chest to chest and grinded his well defined ass on Zhongli’s half-mast.
“Mark me more my beloved archon. Shower me with your approval.”
Zhongli chuckled one that reverberated deep in one’s chest and brought chills down his Baizhu’s spine. Whether from instinctual fear of a higher power or from something else wasn’t something Baizhu was willing to dissect as of the moment.
“As you wish.”
Zhongli bit higher from his previous one, his teeth breaking skin and the tang of copper hitting his tongue. Baizhu let out a moan of pain and pleasure. Toes curled as he was marked again. He slipped his fingers into his well-used hole and fingered himself as Zhongli began marking his body again, peppering kisses and tender licks as he moved from one mark to another. Baizhu squirmed as the sting of his wounds ached all over him. The sensation urged him to finger himself faster as Zhongli sped up his action, both of them letting out pants and moaning like animals in heat. Eventually Baizhu slipped Zhongli’s fully risen cock inside of him, the oils they had used to loosen him up were lying just out of reach of them, not that they bothered to reach over it. The pain of Zhongli entering him dry was a different sensation from being bitten but it was nonetheless a welcome ache. Though Baizhu knew that in the morning after he would be cursing his recklessness and fevered need to get fucked by his deity.
“Ah!”
Baizhu moaned as Zhongli’s cock was fully inside of him, gentle thrusts to slowly open his hole. Baizhu grabbed fistfuls of Zhongli’s beautiful locks of hair and tugged it backwards allowing him access to Zhongli’s throat. Though the archon’s skin looked delicate, the truth of the matter was that it was akin to biting soft stone. The only marks Baizhu could leave were reddish hickies. In a matter of hours the marks would fade as though their time together had not existed at all. It only strove Baizhu to suck harder, to leave a mark on Zhongli’s perfect body.
Baizhu let out a surprised gasp as Zhongli thrusted harder. Picking up the pace from his slow start. Eventually Baizhu had no choice but to let go and cling onto Zhongli as he was pounded roughly. Not even his bed, made of the strongest material found in the mines, could withstand him. Baizhu was unceremoniously tossed into the bed, body bouncing on the mattress as he was fucked to the very inch of his life. He grasped at the sheets either trying to escape or ground his shapely ass towards Zhongli at this point he was unsure. Another set of hands forced Baizhu to look up, staring at cerulean eyes framed by light brown hair.
“Childe, did we wake you up?” Baizhu panted, Zhongli still drilling his cock into him ignoring their other partner. Childe merely shook his head and pushed Baizhu in front of his rising cock, grasping his teary face and shoved his cock into Baizhu’s mouth. As Zhongli thrusts out, Childe thrusts in. A steady rhythm working to make Baizhu come. Childe looked towards Zhongli, and they increased their pace. The rhythm broken as they pounded Baizhu’s mouth and ass hard.
Baizhu moaned loudly, muffled by Childe’s thick girth. The vibrations of Baizhu’s moan stuttered Childe’s thrusts and he gripped Baizhu’s hair back and practically choked him.
“Mhm!”
“Ah!” Zhongli growled, grabbed Childe and kissed him roughly. Slipping his dragon-like tongue into Childe’s. They kissed passionately and Zhongli broke the kiss and moved to bite Childe’s neck, repeating the marks he gave Baizhu. Baizhu watched the proceedings with half-lidded eyes, body aching and sore. He grasped his cock and stroked himself and tightened his hole, reminding Zhongli who he was inside of. Zhongli slipped his cock out, stroking it furiously and his cum sprayed throughout Baizhu marking him and Childe followed suit, his cum hitting Baizhu’s open-mouthed face. Baizhu lazily wiped their cum of his body but his lazy swipes merely mixed their spent all over him.