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Zhongli is a man of faith, full of pure divinity, smiling as he greets other people of faith, blessing them before sharing the gospel with non-believers. One would assume that he is the mouthpiece for the gods, passing along the divine words of the seven gods to the people of Teyvat. He is well-respected and adored by the community, and no one is known the wiser to his darker tastes.
Only Xiao can make Zhongli stray from the righteous path.
Never before has Zhongli felt these urges rise from within his soul, calling out to him like a sweet siren’s song. He suppressed these unholy desires, biting his tongue until crimson fluid fills his mouth. Zhongli hungers and starves, but he doesn’t dare to feast on his pretty bird, no matter how tempting he is. He allows himself to love and secretly worship his son, but Zhongli does not dare to eat the forbidden fruit.
The seven must challenge his morals as Zhongli falters, struggling to cling to his ideals. He watches how elegantly Xiao moves, his curves subtle and delicious as he lusts for the young man. He has one too many fantasies about pinning his son against the bed, forcing his cock into his virgin pussy until he’s clenching and moaning like a perfectly bred whore. Too many nights, Zhongli has had to hide away in his room, touching himself like a sex-depraved teenager with his son’s frilly panties wrapped around the base of his throbbing cock. Sometimes, he’ll sneak into Xiao’s room once he’s in the shower and sniff the soiled fabric, stroking himself quickly and finishing in Xiao’s underwear.
He’s disgusting.
He prays and begs the gods for forgiveness, punishing himself for these filthy desires. Zhongli strikes himself until his back welts and bleeds angrily, and he has Xiao apply salve to the open wounds. Some nights, when the sin is too much to bear, Zhongli weeps at Xiao’s feet, gripping the back of his legs while begging for forgiveness. Xiao never understands what his father apologizes for, but he always forgives Zhongli for whatever crime he may have committed.
Even after he mutters his apologies, Zhongli knows deep down that he has no intention of changing. If anything, the holy man grows bold and starts worshipping his son while he’s deep in sleep. On nights like these, Zhongli kisses and murmurs into Xiao’s thighs, gently biting down until the milky flesh is tinted pink. He laps at Xiao’s slicked thighs, nosing at his virgin cunt, and inhales sharply. The fruit is always so close yet so far, tantalizing, ripe, and sweet. He salivates, swallowing thickly as he pushes Xiao’s shorts out of the way.
His pussy is chubby, the puffy lips hiding his pretty clitoris and glistening with arousal. Zhongli hears his son murmur in his sleep, hips rolling in search of friction, only to be left yearning and mewling in response. The old man clicks his tongue, pinning Xiao’s hips down and kissing his hipbone. “My sweet boy, you’ll get everything you desire,” Zhongli croons adoringly, gently spreading the tips apart and catching the drop of arousal on his tongue, swallowing with a deep groan.
Xiao tastes like sin, like the sweetest fruit, and he wants to savor the taste until he’s drunk on Xiao.
His tongue flickers over the sweet, pink bud, holding Xiao’s thighs open and lapping at his wet cunt. Zhongli groans quietly against the folds, pressing his tongue as deep as he can, enjoying how Xiao clenches and squirms, crying out in his sleep as he bucks and rolls his hips against Zhongli’s mouth. “Please,” Xiao begs in his sleep, his face pinched together as his breath hitches, and who is Zhongli to deny his son’s request?
Withdrawing his tongue, Zhongli licks the corner of his mouth and gropes the sheets for the toy Xiao was playing with earlier. Seeing Xiao subconsciously grind down on his bullet vibrator, Zzhongli groaned and couldn’t help himself from claiming Xiao now. His boy is old enough to experience the fruits of pleasure.
Pushing the blankets off the bed, Zhongli rolls Xiao onto his stomach and pulls his hips up. Xiao’s cunt is so pretty, glistening with arousal, and his sex quivering, yearning to be filled and touched. Zhongli coos at Xiao, gently nudging the lips apart and kissing the small of his back. “You must be unsatisfied, aren’t you?” Zhongli hums, dragging his kisses lower and kissing down the curve of Xiao’s ass. “Not to worry. I’ll make you feel good. I’ll take care of everything,” he promises.
Zhongli can admire Xiao’s backside, and he sighs softly. He’s beautiful like a work of art, and Zhongli wants nothing more than to cover this canvas and create art. He’s infatuated, hungry for a taste, as he leans back down and savors the sweet taste that is Xiao. He’s rewarded with the most intoxicating and enticing sound—they only spur Zhongli on as he falls from grace, corrupting himself and his beloved son.
Xiao is defenseless like this, subjected to gentle kisses to his virgin pussy. A boy his age shouldn’t know of such pleasure, but Zhongli is disgusting and wants to share this sensation with his darling. Sharing this joy with his beloved son is not so bad, or that’s what Zhongli tells himself. How can Zhongli refuse when Xiao lays there with such a sweet, innocent face? Who can blame Zhongli for wanting to cover his boy in sticky ropes of hot cum and lay claim to his virginity?
This hunger grows and twists into something dark and twisted as the brunette withdraws his tongue and licks the corners of his mouth. He rolls Xiao over, chuckling at the light blush that dusts his pale cheeks. His eyebrows are pinched together, frustrated from his lack of orgasm, no doubt, and his lips are slightly parted and covered with spit. It’s a beautiful sight, and Zhingli quietly promises he won’t keep Xiao waiting too long.
Carefully readjusting their positions, Zhongli slides Xiao’s head over the edge of the bed and pries his mouth open. It’s inviting and warm, slick with spit, and Zhongli palms himself through his pajamas, squeezing the head and hissing quietly. Precum beads the tip and stains his front as his cock throbs, hard and heavy as lust curls within his stomach. That’s the only logical explanation for this; it’s unbridled, pent-up lust and aggression after taking a vow of abstinence. Everyone has these thoughts once in a while, so it couldn’t be too bad to act upon them once in a while, right? He would be forgiven if he just repented and begged for forgiveness.
With his heavy cock in hand, Zhongli eases the flushed head into Xiao’s awaiting mouth, groaning at the engulfing heat. Yes, it feels like absolute heaven. The older man can’t help but slide the rest of his cock down Xiao’s throat, pausing when the younger boy starts choking. He works Xiao’s throat open, adoring how his pretty lips looked wrapped around his fat cock. Ah, if only he could take a picture to savor this moment: his darling son swallowing his cock like some whore. “Good boy,” he praises, watching Xiao’s throat bulge and swell around his enormous girth, but still, the boy does not wake up.
Zhongli uses Xiao like a cock-warmer, giving shallow thrusts and deep groans. He marvels when Xiao’s face meets his groin, and Xiao takes it like a champ, absentmindedly mouthing around the base. Poor Zhongli almost cums right there, but he stops himself, pulling out and smacking his cock across Xiao’s face. “Perhaps another time,” he says to himself, smearing the spit across the flushed tip and pulling Xiao into the center of the bed.
Xiao is soaked to the bone, and Zhongli chuckles in response, dragging his fingers down the slope of Xiao’s torso and watching him squirm at his gentle caresses. Zhongli finds him so delightful and wholly interesting to observe, like cattle. He watches with great interest as Xiao clenches around nothing, his sweet pussy empty and yearning for something to fill the empty space. “My sweet boy,” he whispers, kissing his forehead.
As he carefully settles on the bed, Zhongli dips his hand to Xiao’s ass, massaging the tender flesh before pressing his lips against the exposed shoulder blade. His son is pliant for him, and Zhongli wants him to feel good. He’s so hungry, starving, even as he stares down at this sacrificial lamb, all wet and innocent. He wants to take Xiao apart and watch him come undone as he cries and begs for sweet release.
His mouth travels lower, skimming across Xiao’s toned back and coaxing a weak cry from his son. Zhongli hums in response, dragging his tongue across the salty flesh before he dares to go even lower, spreading Xiao’s legs apart.
His pussy is wet, dripping even, and Zhongli can only stare with sheer amazement. How Xiao’s hole twitches and flexes around nothing makes Zhongli feel flustered. He can feel his genitals twitch and stir at the sight, and a heat burns between his legs. His cock presses against his leg, heavy and hot with precum beading the flushed crown. He wants to ram his cock in, breaking Xiao in and feeling him clench around his cock, but Zhongli knows he must take his time and properly stretch him out. It wouldn’t be pleasant if they were both in pain.
Shoving down his own selfish needs, Zhongli rolls his fingers over Xiao’s puffy clitoris and holds his waist down, cooing when the young man whimpers and moans in his sleep. He hushes his son and presses himself against his plush thigh. He’s so painfully hard and desperate to sink himself in the inviting heat—a sudden urge to claim and mark him. The feeling is grossly human, maybe even animalistic, but Zhongli doesn’t care. He focuses on the task, slowly stimulating Xiao and pressing his thick fingers to the puffy clitoris. It’s drenched with his arousal, and Zhongli can only croon in response, working his fingers in a circular motion. He listens eagerly to Xiao whimper and cries out in his sleep, rocking himself against those thick fingers.
“Greedy boy,” Zhongli tuts, moving his fingers to the lubricated folds, spreading the lips apart to sink his fingers in. It’s so hot and welcoming, and Zhongli must stop groaning. Xiao’s pussy swallows him in, demanding and voracious for him—Xiao wants this as well, and Zhongli will allow the boy a taste. He doesn’t believe he is committing a grave sin, not at all. This man is tempting him, squeezing and flexing around Zhongli’s fingers.
Carefully and slowly, he curls his fingers, searching for that spot that makes Xiao shiver—ah! He’s finally found it! Xiao shivers intensely, clenching around Zhongli’s fingers before he whimpers into the air, drool spilling down the side of his face with a quiet cry. With this new information, Zhongli keeps moving his fingers, jabbing that spot repeatedly. He keeps drawing out pitiful whines from the smaller male, smiling like a madman each time, pressing open kisses to the exposed shoulder blades before kissing just behind Xiao’s ear. He whispers sweet nothings in his ear, still stroking that spot and drawing him closer to an orgasm.
When the first waves of an orgasm roll off of Xiao’s body in broken cries, Zhongli watches with a delightful twinkle in his eyes. This boy is so beautiful, soaked in his arousal and shaking like a bitch in heat. His body is so hot to the touch, and Zhongli can feel his cock throbbing. He just needs one taste—to feel Xiao’s pussy twitch against his tongue. He wants Xiao to cream on his tongue just as he did moments ago.
Palming himself, Zhongli shifts between Xiao’s legs as he removes his fingers. There’s still residue from the first orgasm, but it doesn’t bother him. The priest smiles, spreading Xiao’s puffy lips apart and kissing the taint. “It’s so pretty in color,” he marvels, mouth agape before he plays with the slick folds, collecting Xiao’s arousal on his fingertips before he pushes a finger inside. As before, he’s still tight and hungry—this boy wants something to fill him.
The priest laughs softly, spreading his lips as wide as possible. “You’ll get what you are craving. Such a greedy thing you are,” he mocks before lapping at Xiao’s hungry cunt. Goodness, he’s drenched, and Zhongli moans simply at the taste on his tongue. It’s unlike anything he’s ever tasted before, and he can’t help but force his tongue inside, lapping and stroking at the inner walls of the soft pussy. Xiao is like a meal that Zhongli would happily consume until the end of times. He’s so painfully hard, rutting against the bed like a teenage virgin while he continues to eat Xiao out, moaning against his fat pussy lips. The warmth and the silky feeling of Xiao’s pussy has Zhongli swooning, eyes rolling back as he forces his tongue as far as it can go.
This boy—this sweet, stupid creature feels so good on Zhongli’s tongue. He laps up any liquids from Xiao’s sex, swallowing with a deep groan and pressing his face harder into the slick folds. It’s hot and heavy; he feels everything will melt, but does he pull away? Not in the slightest. He keeps going, only pulling away to catch his breath and spread apart the lips again, rolling the nub of Xiao’s clit against the pad of his thumb. Like before, it’s painfully erect, and Zhongli makes a crooning noise, licking his thumb clean.
His cock is still leaking—is still painfully stiff and swollen—staining his clothes with the salty fluids that crown the head. Pulling away, Zhongli pulls up his shirt and palms his heavy cock in his hand, wrapping his fingers around the girth. The older man pants softly, still hovering over his darling before rolling his son onto his stomach and rutting against the curve of Xiao’s ass, never rutting against his tempting pussy.
While slowly jerking himself off, Zhongli spreads his son open again, using his free hand to keep Xiao’s cheeks apart while he smears the glob of precum around his shaft. There’s no way he can simply ram it in and feel any pleasure from such an act, but Zhongli is so desperate—he grumbles pitifully before succumbing to his desires and begins rutting against the welcoming cunt. He shivers sinfully, his toes curling from such a foreign feeling before he presses more weight onto the smaller boy, careful not to wake him. Xiao looks so cute sleeping, and Zhongli would hate to hear him cry and snivel about the atrocious acts he's committing.
Now, Xiao must have used some form of lubrication before slipping the small bullet dildo inside—Zhongli had been very upset when he found the toy and made a mental note to punish Xiao for it later. He gropes the sheets, knocking away the pillows as he keeps himself pressed against the slick opening of Xiao’s cunt. He doesn’t want to cum too soon, and he’ll be damned if he starts with the best hole first and then ruins the high by going to the second hole. Silently, he cursed beneath his breath, knitting his brows together when he couldn’t locate the stupid bottle. It must be around here—
There! He spots the half-empty bottle sitting idly on the nightstand and smiles. Grabbing the bottle and lubing up his fingers, Zhongli wastes no time and prepares the smaller male. The way his fingers are sucked in so greedily has the priest brimming with nothing but utter delight; his fingers flex ever so slightly as he pumps them back and forth, working Xiao open and stroking him delicately. He must be gentle with his darling boy—he can’t be too rough when the fun hasn’t started yet. What’s the fun in breaking a toy when you first take it out of its package?
Deeming Xiao ready, Zhongli draws back for one final time and marvels at the treat splayed before his eyes. He takes in the sight of the tiny boy lying on his stomach and oh-so-vulnerable. Surely, Xiao must have known what he was doing when he left his door and had toys pressing against his body. Yes, his son clearly wants this, and who was Zhongli to deny this sweet boy of his earthly desires?
Pumping his cock in his hand one final time, Zhongli slowly pushes himself inside Xiao’s hole, gritting his teeth while keeping his cheeks spread open. It’s painful and hot, and Zhongli can already see stars from such intense pleasure; he lets out a strangled moan, eyes rolling back with each inch he sinks. Xiao squeezes his cock wonderfully, his ass milking and pulling in Zhongli’s cock, desperate for more and more. The tip of his head jabs the back of Xiao’s ass, and Zhongli hisses, toes curling as he shifts his weight, pressing himself down harder on the mortal. The young boy only groans in response, barely moving as Zhongli kisses behind his ear, panting harshly.
“Fuck,” Zhongli swears softly, his voice wavering as he draws his hips back and thrusts forward. Each slick drag of his cock inside Xiao has Zhongli dizzy with desire, watching the fat head of his cock disappear into the tight, wet passage. It’s delicious how well Xiao takes his cock, moaning quietly against the pillow while Zhongli rips into him and steals his innocence. It’s selfish and disgusting, but it’s okay because Xiao will forgive Zhongli.
He always does.
Xiao jolts, but Zhongli keeps him pressed against the bed, hands squeezing his hips as he starts to move, selfishly chasing the pleasure that grips his cock and soul. It feels so good, and Zhongli is dizzy from all this pleasure. His hips slap against the curve of Xiao’s ass, and he pants hard, chestnut brown framing the sides of his face while his amber eyes roll to the back of his skull. He feels like an animal, pathetically thrusting away and holding Xiao down when he begins to come to. He shushes Xiao, reaching underneath him to choke the younger when he protests and tries bucking Zhongli off of him.
Zhongli shushes Xiao, pressing his pelvis harder into his ass with a shaky moan. “You’re moving too much. If you keep tensing up like that, you’ll just end up hurting yourself, lovely,” the priest warns with a taunting voice, kissing the slope of the boy’s neck before continuing his slow pace. “Oh, you’re doing so well for me, lovely. Can’t you feel how good it is?” he adds with a shaky moan, gyrating his hips in slow, sensual circles, almost whimpering in Xiao’s ear. “Fuck, you were made just for me. You feel so good around me, yes,” he hissed, pushing a tad bit harder into Xiao.
Xiao warbles, eyes widening as the fat head of Zhongli’s cock bullies its way inside. A painful yet satisfying stretch has the smaller man crying out, twisting the sheets between trembling fingers. “H-Ha, no. It's too much. It’s too big. Mmm, please,” he begs pathetically. Raising his hips, trying to run away from the cock that fucks him gently like a lover. It’s hard, pressing against his poor ass, rubbing him all over, and making him feel so good. “I-It’s too deep! You’re hurting me, D-Dad,” he wails, reaching behind him to push the older man off, but his attempts are in vain, and he is pushed further into the mattress, fucked harder and harder until white blurs his vision. He cries and sobs, clenching around the fat cock that hammers his insides.
The priest then smiles, nuzzling his face in the crook of his boy’s neck. “Your cries are so pretty. Cry for me again, will you?” Zhongli whispers in Xiao’sear, driving his hips forward, yanking a pretty scream from his human’s mouth. “Oh, just like that. Your voice sounds so beautiful when you scream like that. It feels nice, doesn’t it? My cock buried so deep in you,” he grins.
“N-No, it hurt. P-Please s-stop,” Xiao gasps, wriggling against the sheets when laid on his side. There’s a moment of relief before the angel slams hard inside him, squeezing his leg until bruises blossom. “S-Slow down! You’re going too fast—you’re hurting me!” he complains with a wet, nasty sniffle.
“You feel too good to slow down. I want to fill you so bad,” Zhongli confesses with a soft moan, pressing kisses along Xiao’s neck. “Come on, doll. Let me have this one thing,” he pants, eyebrows drawn together as his pace hastens. He’s erratic, losing his steady tempo, and starts chasing his high, not caring about how the smaller body moans and pleads so prettily. It makes everything feel that much better. His hips stutter, and he releases inside Xiao, not quite cumming but relieving himself inside the body beneath him. It doesn’t matter; it feels just as good, and a shiver rolls through his body while Xiao lets out a sound of disgust, thrashing beneath him with loud hiccups and cries.
There’s so much piss inside of Xiao’s ass, and Zhongli doesn’t care about his state. He feels much better as he pulls out, laying his beloved son on his back, caressing his fat thighs, and watching the small droplets of piss spill out of his loosened and slicked hole. “Do you feel warm and full?” he asks with sincerity.
“It’s gross,” Xiao manages to choke out, rubbing his red eyes.
Zhongli shrugs, pushing on his stomach. “Let’s get it out of you then. Just let it all out for me, love,” he croons, adoring how Xiao struggles to hold it in. It’s cute how he fights to hold in all of Zhongli’s piss and sobs pathetically when the priest pushes down harder and harder, ordering him to just let go. When Xiao finally lets go with a loud sob, Zhongli smiles and praises him, calling him a good boy for obeying him. The golden stream ruins the bed sheets, and Zhongli just grins and kisses Xiao hard on the mouth. “You are so adorable when you’re so helpless. So obedient for me, even if you are a little hardheaded.”
Zhongli settles between Xiao’s legs, stroking himself to hardness before pressing the head of his cock on Xiao’s pretty clitoris. “I’ll fuck you here too. You must be feeling neglected here, aren’t you?” he taunts, rocking his hips back and forth. “I’ll take good care of you. You’ll feel just as good,” he promises before sliding inch by inch of his cock inside.
Xiao screams, mouth wide open, when he feels the head of Zhongli’s cock pressing against his g-spot. It hurts but fuck, it feels so good. He’s stretched out so deliciously wide, and there’s an itch that he can’t seem to scratch, but Zhongli scratches it well. He shivered, screwing his eyes shut while his body lurched forward. Again, the hammering of Zhongli’s shaft has him seeing stars, causing him to blubber and sob as he creams around the base of his cock. “P-Please! O-Oh fuck, I can’t breathe! It hurts!” Xiao wails, tears rushing down his face as the pleasure only intensifies. His body burns, and the sea of euphoria rolls off his body in waves, smothering the room in the thick scent of need. “I-It’s in too deep! It’s in my stomach! D-Dad, I-I’ll break!”
“So? You weren’t complaining before, you little minx. Shut up, and fucking take it,” Zhongli snarls, smacking his pelvis against Xiao’s ass, making sure to leave bruises, and he is rewarded with pained moans and pathetic whimpers. He grins before he reaches for the sex toy Xiao had been playing with earlier. He powers it on, never slowing his pace as he waves the phallus-shaped object in his face. “I think we should put this to good use, don’t you agree? Show me how you use this, little one.”
Xiao shakes his head, tears rolling down his face as he hiccups. “I don’t wanna. Don’t make me, please,” he sobs. “Please, please, please, no more. I won’t tell anyone. Please make it stop—”
He is quickly silenced by the vibrator being shoved in his mouth. Xiao chokes, looking up at the brunette with tears in his eyes and a whine stuck in the back of his throat. It hurts, but he doesn’t dare utter a word as his father fucks him harder—he doesn’t even protest when his face and throat are being fucked by his own toy. It’s humiliating, but what else can he do? It’s not like Xiao can fight him off and run away.
Zhongli praises him sweetly, calling Xiao a good boy for taking his cock and the toy very well. Xiao sucks on the head of the faux cock, swallowing back his cries when the tip touches the back of his throat with no resistance. His jaw hurts, but Xiao still says nothing, only listening to the priest as he curses and groans incoherent garbage beneath his breath. Xiao hurts so much, but he remains pliant like a pretty porcelain doll on display for all to see. Only when he cums for what feels like the tenth time that night does he make a noise.
“Just like that. You’re cumming just for me,” Zhongli sighs happily, pressing a kiss to the base of Xiao’s neck. He then sits up, pulls Xiao into his lap, and strokes his lower back, squeezing the fat there and purring, pressing his mouth against the patches of flesh. He leaves trails of hickies and bites in his wake, snarling quietly with each mark he leaves behind. Xiao becomes his portrait—his Mona Lisa, in a sense. The pale flesh is his canvas, and his bites are the loving strokes that will decorate the once-naked flesh.
Once Xiao rides out the rest of his orgasm, Zhongli squeezes his ass and kisses him hard on the mouth, forcing his tongue inside. He savors the taste of his boy, swallowing him whole while feeling him shyly return the kiss, so meek and small. Zhongli hums, breaking the kiss before rolling Xiao onto his back, nudging the toy against the loosened hole, working inch by inch. He doesn’t stop when Xiao screams and arches his back; he shoves it straight into his ass.
“You are too loud. Must I gag you as well? You’ll wake the neighbors,” Zhongli hums, fucking Xiao open with the rigged dildo. “Maybe you want them to see you like this? Split open on my cock and them watching you like a piece of meat. Maybe they’ll want a turn, and I’ll let them fuck you like the good whore you were meant to be.”
“N-No,” Xiao wails.
“Then shut your mouth and take it like a good boy. You wanna be good for me, don’t you?” Zhongli asks. “Good boys get rewards.”
“I don’t want—”
Zhongli shuts him up with another hard thrust, slightly teasing the boy to rip a cute moan from Xiao’s throat. He does this repeatedly, baiting Xiao with questions he never gets to answer. He plays a cruel game, taunting Xiao with a question only to make him cry. It’s delightful; it’s downright evil at this rate. He grins wildly, hovering over his prey before biting his ears. “I’m going to ruin you, my sweet boy. I will resize all your holes so you can take my cock. Make you into my pretty housewife, wouldn't that be nice? All you need to do is warm my cock and offer your holes when asked. Aren’t you tired of fighting me, beloved?” he asks with fake concern, rubbing Xiao’s slender body down. “Just relax and let me fuck you. Let me show you how good you could have it if you just gave in.”
There’s a slight pause before Zhongli slots himself between Xiao’s legs, thrusting with one fluid motion and stealing his breath away. It’s a twinge of pleasure that has them moaning and shivering, kissing hard as Zhongli gropes and caresses the smaller body beneath him. It’s a forbidden pleasure he partakes in, like the forbidden fruit from the unnamed garden that the gods instruct the humans not to eat. It’s too tempting to not resist, and who could blame the holy man for falling from grace? Who could blame Zhongli for wanting more and more?
The thrusts are hard and fast. Pelvis slaps against the fat of Xiao’s ass as they moan in unison. It’s a dirty dance that only they can see, and Zhongli fucking loves it. He loves seeing Xiao exposed and red in the face like a common 1800s whore. It’s beautiful, and he can feel his cock jerk in response. It makes his blood sing, and he fucks Xiao harder and faster. He is going crazy with lust, snarling aggressively as he bites down on the junction of Xiao’s neck, tearing a pretty scream from his prey. Yes, he’s going to fucking breed this man at this rate. Fucking drop his load in the unwilling party and get him pregnant. Yes, that sounds so hot right about now. Forcing Xiaol to carry their child and feel the hot cum ruin his pretty pussy.
He’s downright wicked.
“I’m going to cum in you. Going to ruin that pretty pussy on you and make you carry my child. You’ll be doing me a service,” Zhongli declares. He almost cums when Xiao gives a cry of protest, shaking his head and begging that he cum somewhere else—anywhere else but his pussy. Zhongli clicks his tongue at that, pinching the meat of Xiao’s inner thighs. “You were made for this, my sweet boy. You wanted this,” he grunts.
“I di-didn’t! Fo-Forgive me!” Xiao screams and cries, trying to pull away from Zhongli as his lashes clump together. He fusses more, turning his head away. “I wo-won’t tell, Daddy. I w-won’t tell anyone! J-Just stop,” he begs.
Zhongli, instead, pulls out and straddles his chest, smacking his fat cock on Xiao’s wet and flushed face. “I know you won’t tell. You’ve always been good to your father,” he hums, slowly jerking himself off. “Just a little more for me, Xiao. I’ve taught you better than to be selfish.”
Xiao looks up at him and then at the intimidating cock before he shyly licks the dark tip. The taste of his pussy makes him recoil, but Zhongli shoves his cock down his throat, pinning Xiao to the bed. “There we go. You take me so well. Swallowing my cock like that,” he chuckles, pistoling his hips back and forth, reaching the back of Xiao’s throat with no remorse or hesitation. He doesn’t care when Xiao is going red in the face; his pleasure is the only thing that matters now. He feels so good—he is blinded by white-hot pleasure as he blows his load into Xiao’s throat. He feels Xiao’s throat spasm around his thick length, drinking every drop of cum he has to offer as Zhongli sighs blissfully, rolling his head back.
Riding out the rest of his high, Zhongli rolls Xiao onto his stomach, keeping his ass in the air and his face pressing against the pillow. He works the toy in again, keeping Xiao’s ass all nice and plugged up before he slides into his pussy again. The warm heat has him panting softly, gripping the hips tightly until the skin is a bright red. He rams Xiao hard, fucking him hard and fast like some sort of cheap pornstar, and moans in his ear. “My darling boy. You won’t ever have to want anything again. I’ll keep you satisfied and take good care of you.”
“I don’t want—! P-Pull out!” Xiao screams, trying to run away, but his attempts were in vain. His body is so weak from the dull vibration in his ass and the brutal pace in his pussy; there is no escape, and Zhongli smiles at the futile attempt.
“Shhh, you’re thrashing too much. I don’t want to hurt you, but if you keep moving so suddenly, I’ll rip something. Do you want to go to the hospital like this?” Zhongli asks.
Xiao shakes his head. Hiccuping and sniveling.
“I thought so. So, please, just relax for me, and I’ll make you feel good,” Zhongli sighs with a few rolls of his hips, filling Xiao to the brim with his cock. The smoldering heat from Xiao’s pussy almost makes him melt, and he grunts, keeping his tempo steady and hard, coaxing an orgasm out of Xiao. He laughs as Xiao arches his back and screams, almost mocking Xiao for such a valiant fight, and smacks his ass.
Xiao looks completely fucked through.
Zhingli can’t help but lean down and kiss Xiao again, pressing his tongue inside and swallowing his broken whines. “You’ve been so selfish tonight. I think we should rectify that, don’t you agree?”
“I’m sorry,” Xiao whispers.
The priest kisses his puffy eyes, lapping up his tears and smiling. “We can fix that. You just have to be good to me. You can do that, right?” he asks, and Xiao nods. Zhongli grins, laying Xiao flat on his back while settling between his legs. “Good boy. Just relax and let me take you apart,” he croons, rubbing the head of his cock against Xiao’s slicked slit, gently pushing himself inside.
It’s a surprise that Xiao is still so tight, but Zhongli enjoys how his son wraps around his thick cock. He has to be gentle and thumb at Xiao’s waist, keeping his hips pinned against the mattress while slowly sinking in the rest of his cock. He kisses away the tears and drinks in his moans, muffling his whines as he forces the rest of his cock inside Xiao’s warm passage.
Now that Zhongli can focus, he’s in awe when Xiao’s stomach bulges, and he can see the outline of his cock through the skin. Experimentally, Zhongli pulls out and watches the bulge disappear before he slams back in hard, stealing the breath from Xiao’s lungs. “Wonderful,” he gasps, pressing Xiao’s knees to his chest and folding him in half, driving his cock in harder. He brutally spears through the remnants of Xiao’s virginity, feeling the boy clamp and cream around the base of his thick cock, thrashing his head back and forth as snot and tears stain his flushed face.
Xiao is the perfect cock sleeve, warm and tight. Zhongli wishes that he had attempted this sooner, fucking his perfect boy into the sheets until his balls were drained. This is the sin that the gods warned about, and Zhongli is no different than the average man, no matter how much he tries to deny the facts. He tried to stray clear of sin and always asked for forgiveness, but it was all for naught. He bit into the sweet, forbidden fruit, staining his mouth with the juices as he hungrily goes in for another large bite.
“I love you so much, Xiao,” Zhongli moans in his ear, licking the inner shell as he pumps his cock into the smaller body. He grinds his cock into that one spot, punching out whiny and needy whines from Xiao. “I will take good care of you. It’ll just be you and me,” he promises.
His orgasm hits hard, and Zhongli buries himself to the hilt. He feels Xiao jerk beneath him, but Zhongli pets his hair while shallowly thrusting. Thick ropes of cum fill and flood Xiao’s inside, filling the empty space of his womb as the younger boy keens and squirts, throwing his head back as his eyes roll back. There’s so much cum; Zhongli breeds Xiao like cattle, fucking his cum back into his hole and sighing in relief.
He pauses for a moment, riding out the high of his orgasm before slowly pulling out. Trickles of cum ooze out of Xiao’s wrecked cunt, thick and hot, as the young boy peers at the mess before looking up at his father with that weak, defeated look in his eyes. He looks so helpless and cute like this; Zhongli can’t help but get hard again.
Zhongli is definitely going to hell, but that’s okay. It’s all worth it as he slides into Xiao and fucks him all over again, breeding his cute cunt until he’s bloated with cum and fucked stupid.