Zhongli is a gentleman, always wanting to treat his lover, you, as nothing short of royalty. He presses chaste kisses to

Zhongli is a gentleman, always wanting to treat his lover, you, as nothing short of royalty. He presses chaste kisses to the back of your hand, holding out his arm for you to grab onto as you stroll side by side.

But, with hands clenching tight onto your hips, hard enough to leave bruises, beautiful little blemishes all over your perfect form… Thrusting so hard, pressing so deep inside you, as though when he came, he could fill you with his babies, over and over again when he snarled like a mad beast, barely able to contain himself, eyes wide and wild…

How long each “session” goes, for when he pulls out, seeing his seed leak out of you, he can’t handle it, the idea of it not pressed so deep inside of you, of him not being so deep inside of you, he presses in again, fangs latching onto your shoulder, your neck, your jaw, anywhere he can reach in his lustful haze…

When he, finally, has no more to give, and you more than have been overwhelmed, he cleans you lovingly, prepares a bath, knowing you must be so horrifically sore, pressing kisses to each kiss.

He still pines for filling you with him, with his young, but now less lustful, now hopeful.. such a distant desire. Even if you were fertile, able to carry, the circumstances for an adeptus to bear children are far too specific, and far too overwhelming…

But, until that time comes, he will relish in his indulgence, to temporarily delude himself that if he fucks you hard enough, fills you enough, it’ll finally work.