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From time immemorial, humans have been in a constant state of war with monsters. As Liyue's guardian and protector, Zhongli had prevented any species from obtaining too secure of a foothold against humanity, but he always reigned it in once the aforementioned species have been beaten back to the habitat they came from.
When Zhongli had been a prospective Archon, he had wanted to eliminate the threats altogether. He was young, thought every problem could be solved through violence, and was—as Guizhong had called him—a ‘meathead’. But there were always more pertinent threats than slimes and hilichurls looming on the horizon—other Gods and their followers threatening to destroy the land, the people he held dear. And after he ascended as one of the Seven, he had no time for violence. He had to learn how to lead a country and all the skills that came with it: a mastery of economics, diplomacy, and profound knowledge on all subjects whether they be practical or not, all in order to stabilize his position as Liyue’s singular leader. Abyss mages were the least of his worries when he needed to worry about how to keep his country prosperous both in the present and the future, especially after the Millileth were formed and adventurers took the stage in keeping the monsters at bay.
So, Zhongli hadn’t been thinking about the wildlife for a long time. And he continued to not think about them after he officially ‘retired’ from his status as an Archon. Which presented itself to be quite a problem when he realized that whopperflowers were starting to take over the world.
The ecosystem in Liyue has always been in a delicate state of balance. Slimes are preyed on by whopperflowers, who are in turn preyed on by geovishaps. A certain traveler had needed to hunt a startling quantity of geovishaps to accommodate the recent inclusion of a certain claymore user into her party, and the endeavor resulted in a multi-weeks long killing spree that left entire packs of geovishaps decimated. No one had stopped her. Geovishaps weren’t exactly friendly to most Liyuens, and it was more than annoying when one would roll up to you from out of sight and knock you flat on your back before spazzing around and trying to go for another round. Most Liyuens had been silently approving of her actions; after all, it wasn’t like geovishaps were a keystone species.
Turns out, geovishaps were a keystone species.
Without geovishaps to keep the whopperflower population in check, the flowers would burst out of the ground in a fit of fiery rage whenever an unsuspecting maiden tried to pick a sweet flower for their beloved. Fire and frost burns would sear the skin of every Liyuen citizen, their quality of life decreasing more than tenfold. No, Zhongli might have given up his title as Archon, but he will not see the country he toiled to build be ruined by barely sentient flowers.
Now, if the problem required the extermination of geovishaps, Zhongli would have been able to solve the situation in the blink of an eye. Whopperflower extermination, however, was a different matter entirely. They reproduced at a rate that put even rabbits to shame. And to compound the issue, geovishap females have always been outnumbered by their male counterparts at a staggering 10:1 ratio, now thanks to the traveler, increasing to an even more absurd 50:1. It would take decades for the geovishap population to naturally increase back to an acceptable number.
Zhongli could take it upon himself to control the whopperflower population, but he would do nothing else for at least the next five years. The situation would be eerily reminiscent of his time eradicating tentacle pests during the Archon Wars, and that was a time of his life he never wanted to repeat again. Especially now that he’s ‘retired’.
And so, Zhongli thought of a plan. A brilliant plan, befitting someone with over six thousand years of life experience, and achievable only by him alone. He, himself, would ensure the proliferation of the geovishap species through the ingenious use of his genetic compatibility with all species, his short gestation period, and most importantly, his womb.
He’d go out into the wild and receive a geovishap’s sperm to fertilize his eggs. Zhongli’s enhanced fertility not only meant that pregnancies for him would be larger, but also shorter. He’d provide a crucial increase in the population at its lowest, and there will (hopefully) be exponential returns once the hatchling start procreating themselves.
Zhongli drafted and placed a notice of absence declaring his month-long vacation. With a sense of renewed purpose, he placed it on Hu Tao’s desk before making his way out of the funeral parlor, exchanging goodbyes with the ferrylady as he passed her by. He came across Hu Tao at the entryway of the foyer and wished her a pleasant upcoming few weeks.
“Don’t get into too much trouble while I’m gone,” Zhongli said without slowing his stride, and Hu Tao only had time to let out a confused “Huh?” before the other man was gone, power walking around the corner before Hu Tao could demand an explanation from the usually unfathomable man.
Of the few remaining packs left in the country, Zhongli chose one particularly ravaged by the traveler’s murderhobo spree, a (now) small and secluded family nestled deep inside a cavern under Mt. Aozang. With no footpath for miles around and located deep in the heart of Adepti territory, it was the perfect location for a clandestine breeding operation. Zhongli would be able to go in, gestate a clutch of hatchlings for the pack, and jumpstart the population. He would then be able to resume his retirement activities after a month’s disappearance and no one would be the wiser, his dignity (mostly) intact.
As expected, the pack was war-torn and decimated. Trails of long, deep scratches marred their bodies, some of them sluggishly bleeding from still-healing wounds. An aura of wariness hung low over the creatures, most of the hatchling huddling in slumber around the sole adult still alive.
There was one, though, that hung on the outer edge of the cavern. Several dozen meters from the rest, he was smaller than the others and looked to be severely injured. Blood flowed freely from multiple sword wounds so deep they exposed bone, and the pack appeared to have already considered him dead. Though he was the runt of the litter, the hatchling dwarfed him in both height and bulk. One of its clawed paws was more than big enough to crush his head into a pulp were he not careful. Yet, in its current state, it would be too weak to put up much of a fight. And, it was also far enough away from the other pack members that Zhongli might not be noticed if he was quiet. He’ll get bred, gestate the eggs in the comfort of his own home, and come back a few weeks later to give birth. This specimen would do perfectly.
He sends out a small pulse of Geo energy infused with a healing light and notes how the hatchling visibly relaxes, haunches lowering as it basks in the aura. Zhongli slowly approaches the creature and manages to get within a dozen meters before it notices him. The geovishap shifts, snorting as it tosses its head back and forth, and Zhongli sends out another pulse of calming energy to soothe the beast. He stops moving, and strips, folding his clothes and laying them in a neat pile on top of a relatively flat rock. He starts moving again, slower this time, inching towards the other creature and pausing when he’s only a few feet away. Cautiously, he slowly lowers himself until he’s kneeling in front of the other creature. Zhongli takes a deep breath.
He strengthens the Geo aura, trying to project a sense of safety and security as his eyes carefully watch the hatchling’s paws and tail, wary of an attack. He brings a hand to the geovishap’s pelvis and slowly teases the edge of the geovishap’s bumpy sheath, tracing a finger around the bulge until he starts to see the shiny red head peeking from its slit, stark against the ochre plates of its belly.
Looking at the size of just the tip, Zhongli wishes he had put a little more planning into the venture. The bulbous head alone is the size of his fist; the entire length must be massive. Zhongli works his fingers up and down the cock in short, tight strokes, encouraging it out further into the open air. As he strokes, pearls of precum start to bead on its head, running down his fingers and gathering in the protruding plates covering its cock.
I don’t know if it’ll even fit, Zhongli thinks, and this is one of the smaller geovishaps as well. He could scarcely imagine how big the others would be. Other than its size, the cock is also hot and hard. It burns to the touch, and has no give to it whatsoever. It feels like the element the creature possesses, like stone, and he wonders if his body would be molded to its shape.
Still, he had come with a plan, and he would see it through to the end.
The geovishap tilts its head, eyes narrowed into slits yet still complacent for the time being. But when Zhongli wraps both hands around the emerging length, it shivers and bucks up into his touch. It pulses in his hands, rough and searing against his touch. Adrenaline rushes through Zhongli when the geovishap tosses its head from side to side in frustration. He hadn't brought a weapon with him, he didn't want to seem threatening. Before the geovishap could make any further moves, Zhongli hastily removes his hands and start lowering himself onto the cock.
Zhongli’s hyperaware of the moment the tip of the monster’s cock presses against his pussy, and he considers giving up on the venture altogether. Shame and desire to protect his people flood through him in equal measure as his hips stutter in midair. But the geovishap has no such reservations, and it instinctively thrusts up into the tight heat, eliciting a sharp yelp from Zhongli. It’s too much, too fast, and he’s nowhere near wet enough to handle the unforgiving stretch. His walls seize up as his body instinctively tries to push out the throbbing protrusion to no avail. In his panic, he barely manages to cast a frightened eye at the rest of the pack. Luckily for him, they’re all still immersed in slumber, and Zhongli lets out a sigh of relief to focus on the task at hand.
He only intends to take one clutch after all, and he has no desire to raise the ire or arousal of the surrounding pack members. The thought of them waking up and joining in his defilement sends a shiver of dread through Zhongli, but he can’t ignore the way his pussy drools even more at the thought. The geovishap clutches his hips in its claws and pushes him into a mating press, crushing Zhongli into the ground and knocking the breath out of his lungs.
Its claws scrabble against Zhongli’s back, trying to find purchase, but gentle enough that they don’t catch on delicate human skin. They eventually settle on the ground next to Zhongli’s arms as its hot breath fans over his neck.
Its movements are clumsy. The angle isn’t right, and each shallow thrust is still far off from reaching his womb. Every movement threatens to have the cockhead slip out entirely until Zhongli reaches one trembling hand backwards and grasps the base of the geovishap’s cock. He slowly guides it, feeding the cock inch by inch into his pussy, until he can feel the geovishap’s balls against his ass, until every thrust of its hips slaps against his own.
The geovishap is operating entirely on instinct, no thought to Zhongli’s pleasure whatsoever. But the plates of its cock scrape deliciously against his walls, every motion a searing drag that sends jolts of heat pooling in his belly. He hadn’t prepared for the encounter beforehand, naively thinking he would be in control of the situation. That he’d have ample time to get himself wet, that he’d set the pace of their intercourse. It had been too long since he last had (or even thought about) sex, and his ignorance was made abundantly clear with each demanding snap of the geovishap’s hips.
Soon, the discomfort starts to fade as a wet squelching fills the air, the hatchling’s cock lubed by Zhongli’s slick as pain gives way to pleasure. The geovishap fucks into him with an animalistic strength, driving all its weight into its hips, and were Zhongli not an adeptus, he might’ve broken from the sheer force of its thrusts. As it is, the monster’s balls slap harshly against the plush of Zhongli’s ass, leaving bruises behind as it jackhammers into the ex-Archon.
It’s intense, more overwhelming than he could’ve imagined, and Zhongli has to bite his lips to keep from screaming out and alerting the geovishaps nearby. He tries to fight against the pleasure, it’s a geovishap, an animal, he doesn’t want to cum on its cock—
The geovishap doesn’t care, it relentlessly chases its own release, pounding away at his pussy as Zhongli’s orgasm builds and builds until—he’s cumming. He writhes, pussy clenching as his release washes over him, and it’s enough to bring the geovishap over the edge as well. Zhongli feels the heat of its sperm wash over his walls, thick and burning his insides, and he squirms, gasping. He hasn’t felt this full in so long, not since Osial, not since Azhdaha—
Zhongli hears a rustling around him and opens his eyes just in time to see the other geovishap hatchlings making their way towards him.
“ Nonono, this can’t be happening,”
Dread pools in the pit of his stomach as Zhongli struggles to pull away from the cock still churning his pussy into cream. But every plated inch that pulls out of his pussy scrapes tantalizingly against his oversensitive walls and makes him weak in the knees. He has to leave, but it feels so good, and Zhongli has to fight hard to remember why he shouldn’t plunge himself back on the cock still spurting into his pussy.
He gathers all the strength in his body and pulls away in one sharp movement. It’s like a dam breaking. With the seal of the geovishap’s cock gone, slick and cum gushes out of Zhongli like a waterfall, and he can barely move, eyes rolling back into his head as he’s reduced to a quivering mess on the ground.
Zhongli takes a deep breath to steady himself, but it catches in his throat when he feels another cock, slightly bigger than the hatchling before, slip against the wet folds of his cunt. It slides right in, hole already well-stretched from the previous cock, and Zhongli has never wanted anything more. But no, he’s already completed his mission, he has to leave, and Zhongli reaches for his powers and summons a jade shield, pushing the hatchling out of his body. It gives a sharp yelp in surprise, and Zhongli takes the opportunity to start crawling, but another hatchling runs past his body and blocks his path. He looks to the left, to the right, and his shoulders slump when he finds hatchlings encircling him on all sides, many with their cocks already out and close enough to touch.
He’s surrounded.
Zhongli gives out a cry in anguish, but there’s a part of him that shudders in excitement. There must be at least a dozen of them, all full of vitality, of virility, and each one of them bigger than the first hatchling. His cunt pulses in desire and Zhongli hates it. But he hates himself even more when he willingly drops his shield and spreads his legs, raising his ass into the air. This is just to ensure that their seed will catch, he tells himself. He’s only guaranteeing the plan will succeed, that he doesn’t need to come back a second time, as he tries to ignore the anticipation racing through his veins.
Seeing his submission, one of the hatchlings clambers onto his body and sticks its cock directly into his pussy. The geovishap starts thrusting, and it feels better than ever, not only bigger, but painless now that its cock is lubed with slick and cum from the first hatchling. There’s only sweet, inescapable pleasure, and soon Zhongli cums a second time, then a third, and a fourth.
Time slips away from him as hatchling after hatchling has their way with his body. They take turns fucking him, until he forgets about his plan, forgets why he has to keep quiet, and he moans and gasps in abandon as cock after cock cums into his overstuffed cunt.
Pleasure tinged with humiliation burns through him. How many times has he cum by now? And on the cocks of mindless beasts, no less. By the time the hatchlings are finished, his hole is completely loose, the last cock sliding out with little to no resistance. Zhongli’s consciousness is slipping away, he’s sweaty and sore and sticky with cum, but a rumbling on the ground beneath him jolts him back to awareness.
He lifts his head up and sees the adult geovishap making his way over to him, muscles bulging under its gargantuan frame. The creature is taller than him while laying on the ground. Now that it’s upright, it’s humongous. It’s also awake, and its cock is already hard and out of its sheath. Zhongli pales at the sight,. The cock is practically the size of his thigh,
“ No,” Zhongli gasps, he had a hard enough time fitting the hatchlings’ cocks, let alone a fully grown geovishap’s. There’s no way. He’d break.
The thought doesn’t seem so unappealing when Zhongli’s hole throbs with a heat he refuses to acknowledge. Still, his self-preservation instinct kicks in as tries to scramble away from the approaching creature. His efforts are foiled when the hatchlings surrounding him pin him down when they see him start to move.
Soon, the adult geovishap is upon him. It leans its massive frame over his own and its equally massive cock slips over his ass, leaving thick trails of precum that run down his back and onto the ground. The geovishap grinds its cock against his cunt before its tip slips past and smacks wetly against Zhongli’s belly. It grunts in frustration and tries again, pulling back and approaching slower this time, carefully aiming for his pussy.
“Wait, not yet-,” Zhongli rasps. He twists and pulls in panic against the hatchlings, and almost dislodges them before the adult geovishap growls and settles a heavy paw against Zhongli’s back—a warning, a command to hold still.
And for all Zhongli wants to resist, his greedy cunt is still pulsing, steadily leaking slick and cum like a desperate whore. This time, the monster’s cock catches against his slick folds, and it hums in approval as it starts to feed its colossal cock into his body. The plates on the adult geovishap’s cock are much more pronounced than the hatchling's, and Zhongli can feel its edges pop in one after another, his pussy distorting as it wraps around every bump and groove.
Zhongli feels like he’s being split in half, stuffed to the brim, and when he puts a hand to his stomach, he’s horrified to find he can feel the outline of the geovishap’s cock against his belly. It sends a wave of arousal to Zhongli’s own dick, somehow already hard and leaking again.
It doesn’t take long for the geovishap to reach his cervix, and Zhongli cries when its cock batters against the entrance, trying to force its way in. It presses against his opening as if confused, trying different angles and different levels of pressure. But the muscle won’t give, the geovishap’s cock is too thick, too big to fit inside the small channel.
“Slower, please!”
It pushes and pushes and pushes, and eventually its cock bottoms out, distending his cervix into a convex arc. Zhongli is trembling, he feels like there’s a solid rock in his stomach trying to force its way through him. Zhongli tries to squirm away, relieve some of the pressure threatening to break his sanity, but the paw on his back keeps him firmly in place. The geovishap drags its cock out, thrusts back in with one, smooth motion, and Zhongli cums instantly. Zhongli can only moan and writhe on the geovishap’s cock as it plunges in and out of his hole with powerful strokes.
Its cockhead smashes against his cervix with every pump of its hips. His cervix is bruised, broken—it has to be—but it still stubbornly refuses to open for the creature. Zhongli can feel the geovishap’s thrusts growing sharper, hips stuttering, before it roars and cums deep inside him, spurting gallons of seed inside his hole.
Its sperm crushes against his uterus, the sheer amount of it pushing past his cervix and into the deepest reaches of his womb. The thick spurts burn against his insides, surrounding and fertilizing the eggs that have remained untouched for thousands of years. He can sense it pulsing in waves through him, crawling up his body until it’s the only thing he can feel. He hasn’t been filled like this in so long, and never with this little preparation. It feels like an invasion, an indelible mark of claim that he’ll never wash off. His once-flat stomach swells up until cum squelches out from between the seal of the geovishap’s cock, splattering and making even more of a mess of Zhongli’s slick thighs. Only then is the geovishap satisfied, knowing with certainty that not a single one of Zhongli’s eggs have escaped fertilization. It pulls out, letting Zhongli drop to the ground. The skin on Zhongli stomach is stretched taut from the weight of the sperm, making his intestines gurgle. Just by image alone, he already looks like he’s heavy with child.
Zhongli shivers at the tacky trails of cum flowing down his thighs and cooling against his skin. He’s exhausted after what feels like an eternity of sex. He’s sticky, sweaty, and wants nothing more than to clean himself off and sleep in peace. But he’s barely started moving when he feels a scaly body nudge against him.
It’s one of the hatchlings. Its cock is hard again, and it rubs its dripping length against Zhongli, trying to find the slit that gave it so much pleasure before.
“ No, no m-more,” Zhongli tries to drag his body away, but the hatchling’s cock has already found its mark. It slips in easily, and it starts pounding away at the puffy hole, heedless of Zhongli’s cries.
Zhongli writhes, overstimulated. From the corner of his eyes, he catches sight of the other hatchlings, cocks fully out of their sheaths and waiting for their turn with his body. He hears a grumble above him and feels the satisfaction rolling off of the adult geovishap as it settles around him, locking Zhongli in and condemning him to a fate as their bitch.
Zhongli wakes up to a sharp pain in his stomach. Over the past few weeks, he had been fucked near constantly, if not by the hatchlings, then by the adult geovishap. Although he can’t even call them hatchlings anymore. Many have grown to become teenagers that tower over Zhongli even more oppressively than they did when he first arrived. His belly had similarly grown in size, so rotund and cumbersome he wouldn’t be able to stand even if he was given the opportunity to. The fertilized eggs were heavy. He could feel the distinct shape of each one pressing against the skin of his stomach, and he swore they grew bigger by the day.
Today though, there’s a shifting in his gut, and some instinctive part of Zhongli knows. The eggs are ready to hatch. Luckily, the geovishaps had scented his pregnancy early on and built him a nest made of soft moss and delicate leaves. For all that the geovishaps violently wreck his pussy, they’re surprisingly gentle and considerate in other aspects. They ply him with berries for sustenance and carry fresh water in the divots between their scales. They curl around his body to provide heat during the chilly spring nights and make sure to never leave any deep wounds when they fuck him. Zhongli would almost be fond of them, if his mind didn’t yearn to return to Liyue Harbor.
Zhongli heaves himself up, getting on his knees and tilting his hips downward. He contracts his walls and starts to push. The eggs press against his cervix, too big to fit through easily, and it sends twinges of discomfort radiating through his body. Zhongli brings up a hand to massage his plump breasts to try to distract himself. They too have swelled up a few weeks into his pregnancy and began lactating just a few days ago. They’re more sensitive than ever before, and it only takes a few minutes of fondling, rolling the hardened nub between his fingers, before Zhongli’s cumming, completely untouched.
His back arches as his walls relax, his cervix dilates, and with one hard push, the first egg is out. The rest of the journey is easier, but no less tortuous, for Zhongli. The egg’s textured shell rubbing against his pussy sends sparks of pleasure up his spine, and when the egg passes over his g-spot, Zhongli has to fight to keep himself on his knees.
The first egg pops out of his pussy with a wet squelch and lands on the soft grass below. It takes a few minutes before the second egg follows, but after that, the eggs all come out in succession, the third, fourth, fifth, until all sixteen eggs are resting between Zhongli’s legs.
Each egg is absolutely covered in Zhongli’s slick. He’s dazed, both from the childbirth and his orgasms, but he’s snapped out of it when he hears cracks and quiet chirps coming from behind him. The eggs are starting to hatch.
His plan worked.
A burst of relief rushes through him. He feels like he could cry, he can finally go back to civilization, to home, to Childe. Zhongli struggles to his feet, but the birth took a bigger toll on him than he expected, and Zhongli only makes it a few meters before falling onto the floor.
A sense of deja vu washes over him when he sees a teenage geovishap lope over to him. It carries one of the newborns between its teeth and releases the baby near Zhongli’s chest. The newborn blindly reaches upward, and before Zhongli has time to pull away, latches onto his tit, sucking and dragging Zhongli’s chest to the ground with its weight. Another teenage geovishap approaches, also with a newborn in its mouth, and deposits the creature on the other side of Zhongli’s chest. Soon, Zhongli is surrounded, reminiscent of when he was first fertilized all those weeks ago. To complete the memory, the adult geovishap then approaches Zhongli from behind.
Zhongli shivers, but not out of fright. No, he’s been fucked by these creatures too many times, and his pussy instinctively releases even more slick, knowing, anticipating, what’s coming next. The adult geovishap slides its cock into Zhongli’s loose channel and purrs at how easily his walls wrap around its cock. It grunts when its passage is once again blocked by Zhongli’s cervix. It had only been a few minutes since the eggs had passed through, but it was enough time for Zhongli’s adepti healing to kick in, and it’s once again an impenetrable barrier resistant to the geovishap’s intrusion.
Dejected, the geovishap takes his frustration out on Zhongli by wildly fucking into his slit, ready to put another clutch in Zhongli mere minutes after the first was born. Zhongli sways back and forth as the hatchlings hang off his chest, and it feels like his nipples are being torn off, the newborns’ blunt teeth leaving sharp crescents imprints on his areola. Milk sprays onto the floor whenever one of the hatchlings falls off, but they’re soon replaced by one of the other, hungrier hatchlings that clamber over each other to get a turn suckling at Zhongli’s tits.
Zhongli moans in delight as he’s fucked into the ground. The constant kneading on his oversensitive nipples, combined with the monstrous cock punching against his cervix, transforms into a tantalizing cocktail that wipes out any rational thought from his head. He forgets about his plan, of civilization, of leaving. All that’s left is giving in to the waves of pleasure commanding his attention, and there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.