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Childe held his breath as he entered the dragon's den, careful not to make a noise. Gold coins littered the floor, which made the task all the more harder. Small flames were scattered all around the place, remnants of the reptile's deadly breath. They casted an orange glow over the Harbinger's pale skin as he ventured deeper into the lair.
From the corner of his eye, he kept glancing at the massive form of the sleeping dragon. The fire reflected on its smooth, dark scales and made the yellow spikes that ran all along its spine all the more vibrant. Part of Childe ached to fight the beast, to discover whether or not he would be able to hold his own against such a formidable opponent. However, his current mission required stealth, not strength.
The orders he had received from the Tsaritsa herself were pretty simple. All he had to do was find a dragon egg, and bring it back to Snezhnaya. However, it was easier said than done, especially when the object of his quest seemed nowhere to be found. The cave contained more gems and precious ores than the Northland Bank, but not a single egg was in sight.
Childe silently cursed under his breath as frustration started to get the better of him. He refused to have traveled all the way to Liyue just to come back empty-handed! With a sigh, he resorted to opening a few treasure chests, spurred by the vain hope that an egg would be hidden inside. He found many valuable riches inside – swords, sapphires, silver-laced clothes – but not what he was looking for.
Deeming it useless, he gave up on the chests in favor of exploring the other side of the den. However, Childe never reached his destination. He froze in place when he realized, too late, that the dragon was gone. Before he could brace himself, a strong body pinned his own against the walls of the cave, leaving him no chance to escape.
It left Childe breathless, and not only because of fear and surprise. The dragon's human form... It was gorgeous. Eyes made of pure gold bore into his, seething with anger. Bright scales peppered his skin, drawing Childe's attention to his chiseled chest. His long, dark hair looked incredibly soft, making him wish he could just run his fingers through it. On top of that, the dragon wore no clothes, standing in all his naked glory, with only the finest pieces of jewelry adorning his skin.
However, nothing attracted Childe more than the sheer power that was radiating from the man in front of him. His musings of earlier, his hopes of defeating him, it suddenly seemed foolish. His strength didn't even come close to the dragon's, he could sense it. He'd never been surrounded by such raw energy before, not even in presence of the Tsaritsa herself.
“Don't look so surprised, intruder. Did you really think I would not catch your scent?” The dragon growled, his deep voice sending shivers down Childe's spine. “Who are you? What brings you here? Are you trying to steal from me? I advise you to tell the truth, for I will know if you try to lie.”
As he spoke, Childe caught a glimpse of fangs that could easily tear out his throat. Convinced that the dragon would indeed detect any attempt at deception, he awkwardly blurted out the truth, even though he feared it would only fuel his fury.
“My name is Childe, and I came here for your eggs.”
The dragon's expression immediately shifted and he took a long look at him, his face softening as his anger suddenly vanished.
“Really?” He asked, his voice a mix of joy and bewilderment.
“Uh, yes?” Childe answered, confused as to why the reptile wasn't getting furious at having his youngs threatened.
“Then I'm sorry for acting so harshly. I didn't think... I mean, it's been so long... I am known as Morax, but if we're to do this, I'd rather you call me Zhongli.”
A lovely blush spread all over the dragon's handsome face and he stopped holding Childe against the wall, looking strangely self-conscious. The Harbinger could tell something was amiss, even though he couldn't put his finger on it. The deep longing he could hear in Zhongli's voice only increased his urge to solve the mystery behind it
“So long since what?” He inquired.
“Since I last had a mate. Centuries, at least. I... dared not hope anymore.”
Without meaning to, Zhongli put a hand over his belly. While the rest of him was all muscles, it was slightly distended, the skin round and soft under his fingers. Childe's brain chose that movement to provide him with what little information he had read about dragon reproduction before leaving on this mission. His mind almost blanked out as he realized that it was probably full of unfertilized eggs . And he'd just said he came here for...
Oh. Oh.
His cheeks turned red as he realized the implications of what he'd accidentally offered. Not only that, but Zhongli didn't reject him, quite the contrary. It made his heart beat faster, to think that such a strong, beautiful being considered him a worthy partner. He probably should have cleared up that misunderstanding, but he recoiled at the idea of destroying the fragile happiness he'd gifted Zhongli with.
Also, if the dragon's last clutch dated back to centuries ago, it was no wonder Childe didn't find any egg in his den, as they had probably all already hatched decades earlier. Which meant that if he wanted to fulfill his mission and retain his pride as the Eleventh Harbinger, there was only one way...
Or maybe he was just looking for an excuse to make a rash decision, to follow the whims of his body and instincts, rather than doing the sensible thing. Because, despite his better judgment, he wanted nothing more than to feel Zhongli's hands on him, to experience the full extent of a dragon's love.
Gently, he ran his fingers over Zhongli's swollen belly, unable to contain his curiosity. The dragon trembled under his caresses and a low purr came out of his throat. Even without pressing down, Childe could feel the round shapes of the eggs.
“They've been in you all this time?” Childe wondered with fascination.
“Most of them, yes.” Zhongli nodded.
“Does it hurt?”
“I've gotten used to it, but it is... uncomfortable.” He shyly admitted.
It was all it took for Childe to make up his mind. He would not leave Zhongli alone to his suffering, even if it meant carrying his eggs for a few weeks or months. And really, was it such a big price to pay, when part of him ached to discover how that would feel?
“Then let me relieve you.”
Without further hesitation, Childe joined their lips in a slow, tender kiss. For a second, Zhongli stood frozen in shock, as if he couldn't believe this was happening for real. However, once he regained his composure, he was quick to trap Childe against the wall a second time, though for completely different purposes. His hands wandered under the Harbinger's shirt as he devoured his mouth, eliciting the sweetest moans from him. The dragon grinded their bodies together, something feral awakening in his yellow eyes. When Childe caught sight of it, it only added to his arousal.
After so many long years spent without a mate to satisfy him, Zhongli could barely contain his impatience. He lifted Childe up as if he weighed nothing, covering his neck in kisses and light bitemarks as he moved him across his den, then laid him down on some expansive-looking covers. Childe dragged Zhongli with him, wrapping his arms around his neck to keep him close.
His eagerness only fueled his lover's instincts. The dragon made quick work of his clothes, revealing all of him. His scales felt warmer and softer against his bare skin than what Childe would have expected, not that he was complaining. He shuddered when Zhongli took a minute just to admire him. Unveiled desire burned in his eyes, leaving no doubt as to how much he wanted him. However, Childe also caught a glimpse of regret in them.
“You are everything I've ever dreamed of and more, be assured of that, but as you are, I cannot mate you. My eggs will need a warm place inside you to mature, and I do not wish to hurt you.” Zhongli marked a pause, as if he didn't know whether he should continue or not. “My magic... It could make your body compatible with mine, but in doing so, it would change it deeply, and that is not a choice I will impose on you.”
If he had been in his right mind, maybe Childe would have declined the proposition. Or, at least, he would have given it more thoughts, or asked for more details. But lust clouded his judgment and made him want to take everything Zhongli could give him. It couldn't stop there, not when their bodies fitted so well against one another, not when his lover failed at hiding how badly he yearned for him.
“Do it. Use your magic on me. Make me yours.” Childe whispered against his ear.
Those last words triggered the dragon's possessive nature. His cock throbbed, eager to claim his mate already, but Zhongli forced himself to maintain some composure.
“Are... Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want you, so please, let me have you.”
His sweet plea was more than Zhongli could take. His resolve broke and he claimed Childe's lips in a bruising kiss.
“Then have me you shall.”
He trailed his hands along Childe's body, stopping at his hips and holding them possessively. Zhongli stared at his lover intently as he leaned down to put a featherlight kiss right under his navel. A Geo symbol appeared just where his lips had brushed against the sensitive skin. Childe trembled as he felt the magic seep into his body.
He put a shaking hand over the mark, amazed by how incredibly warm it felt. The heat spread through his lower belly and flowed all the way to the place beneath his cock. He choked on a whimper as he felt the skin there part and become wet as the dragon's magic rearranged his body. New, foreign pleasure erupted between his legs and he rubbed his thighs together to chase more of it, only to have Zhongli spread them apart so he could touch this new sensitive part of him.
“There, now you are perfect for me.” The dragon rejoiced, all while he caressed his newly formed pussy.
Childe pressed into his touch, eager to discover more of that sweet ecstasy. He couldn't help but whine when Zhongli stroked his clit repeatedly, giving him a delightful taste of how good he could make him feel.
“You... Fuck... You're making me feel so good...” He whispered.
His hand was still resting over the Geo sigil, something Zhongli noticed and couldn't help but see as an invitation to breed him. His self-control broke at the sight and he covered Childe's body with his own, desperate to finally mate him.
“I... I need...”
He couldn't even form coherent words, not when he was so close to finding release, after so many years of waiting. Childe pressed their foreheads together, smiling softly at him.
“I know. I'll give it to you.”
He slipped a hand between their bodies, then guided Zhongli's cock towards his entrance. Once he'd gotten his permission, the dragon sunk into him in one, long thrust. The feeling was overwhelming for them both, and Zhongli stilled so they would have time to catch their breath. Childe panted underneath him, a pleasured grin on his lips.
“So that's... That's how it feels... To take a dragon... Fuck, you're... You're so deep in me...” He slurred.
Childe realized with awe that he could actually make out the shape of Zhongli's cock with his fingers. He shuddered when he looked down and actually saw the bulge it formed in his belly. He was so enthralled by the sight that he didn't notice the round lump that was traveling down Zhongli's cock, not until it started tugging at his lower lips. His eyes snapped open as that first egg pressed itself inside him. It was a tight fit, but in the end, Childe's inexperienced pussy still opened up for it.
The slow drag of the egg made him see stars. It rubbed against spots he didn't even know existed yet, making him writhe in bliss. Pleasure built in his belly too fast for him to resist, and he came with a cry, his untouched cock shooting rope after rope of cum on his stomach and chest, just as the egg made its way inside his womb. The Geo symbol glowed brightly, turning what should have been pain into sweet ecstasy. As for Zhongli, he groaned in relief as he finally deposited the egg inside Childe.
However, before they could recover, a second quickly followed. It slipped in more easily than the first, but the way it stretched him out had Childe trembling nonetheless. His body still felt raw from his orgasm, but the moment the egg so much as brushed against his cervix, the sigil morphed his pain into inescapable pleasure. Childe arched his back, moaning wantonly as he fell prey to the most delicious sensation his young body had ever known. He wrapped his legs around Zhongli's waist, driving him deeper still into him, just as the second egg slid into his womb.
And there were so many more to come...
Childe wailed when the third one breached him. It was bigger than the eggs he had taken so far and it moved slowly inside him, making his pussy spasm around it. Childe wriggled his hips, trying to make it go faster, but to no avail. When it pressed against an amazing spot inside him, resting there for several minutes, the Harbinger could do nothing but lay down and take it as a devastating orgasm crashed upon him. Even once the egg joined the others inside his womb, it deformed his belly slightly, making it impossible for Childe to ignore its presence.
And of course, a fourth one soon followed.
“How... How many more?” He asked Zhongli in a trembling voice.
“I have no idea. Normal clutches rarely exceed six eggs, but I've been repressing myself for so long...” The dragon answered honestly.
It didn't stop at six. Zhongli filled him with so many eggs Childe lost count, his mind too drowned out in pleasure to keep track of it, just like he forgot how many times he came as well. The dragon murmured gentle praise against his ear as he took it all, his scaled belly becoming gradually flatter, contrary to Childe's, which only swelled more and more.
The Harbinger sighed, exhausted, when the last egg finally slid inside him and Zhongli started pulling out. He had done it, he had taken everything his lover wished to give him, and he had proven that while he couldn't fight a dragon, he could very well mate with one.
Or so he thought, until Zhongli thrust back into him. He whined helplessly, his thighs shaking and his toes curling under the new assault on his senses.
“Zhongli... It's... It's so much... I'm not sure I can...”
“I'm sorry, I know this is a lot to take. I just need to fertilize them. It won't take long, I promise. Do you think you can hold on for me, just a little more?” The dragon asked in a soft, apologizing voice.
“Y-yes... Just... Hold me, please?”
“Of course. Anything you want.”
Zhongli peppered little kisses all over his face and kept him close as he made slow, gentle love to him. It didn't take long for him to come, not when he was blessed with the perfect sight of his mate bearing both his symbol and his clutch. He buried himself deep within Childe, spilling his potent seed into his womb. It filled the spaces between his eggs, breeding his mate for good. Once he was done, he slipped out of him, just as he had promised.
Childe instinctively curled up next to him, needing to feel his warmth, and Zhongli happily complied with his wishes, dragging him close. He put a possessive hand over the Geo mark that he had put on his mate. It reacted to his touch, letting Childe feel it . New life blooming inside of him.
Just like that, all thoughts of offering one of his eggs to the Tsaritsa became unbearable. Those were his children, growing inside him. He would never let anyone take them away from him. Zhongli noticed the fierce look on his face and smiled.
“I can't believe how perfect you are. My brave, handsome mate. Stronger than a dragon, even. I'll be lucky if our children take after you.”
“Is that even possible?” Childe sleepily wondered. “For them to... take after me, and not only you?”
“Of course. They might have been conceived with my eggs and seeds, but they will develop thanks to your energy and elemental magic. We might have little red-haired hatchlings running around soon enough.” Zhongli patiently explained, his tone full of fondness.
Nothing could have made Childe happier. He caressed his round belly once more, trying to imagine how a mix of Zhongli and him would look, and his lover soon intertwined their fingers together. The Geo symbol pulsed lightly under their joined hands, undeniable proof of their union. That was how Childe fell asleep, content and dreaming of their future.