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“You’re doing so well,” Venti croons, their voice a soothing lullaby. “Relax, little bird; just a little more.”
Xiao blinks away tears as xie gazes up at Venti’s gentle smile. It’s easier to focus if xie thinks about Venti’s soft hands and gentle touches, easier to relax thinking about the way their thighs cushion Xiao’s head. But Venti can only distract xie so much from the bulk of Zhongli’s draconic form where he arches above them both, cock slowly sliding into Xiao’s cunt.
It is an honor to serve the Geo Archon in this way. Xiao has known that since xie first pledged xir loyalty to Morax, opening xir heart along with xir legs.
Wanting Zhongli with every breath he took, desiring to be stretched to xir limit by Zhongli’s body and filled by Zhongli’s essence, does not make it any easier to take him. Each firm bump on Zhongli’s cock sends a blissful warning through Xiao’s body; if xie weren’t so practiced and prepared, Zhongli’s cock could tear them apart.
The first time, it had, and neither of them had noticed because they were too covered in blood from battle. After, when Zhongli—still Morax, then—had realised the damage he had caused, he had growled and bitten Xiao’s lips, swearing an oath on blood and seed that he would never do such a thing again.
Zhongli was the god of contracts; he would never break his word.
Instead, Xiao sobs in Venti’s lap as Zhongli slowly works his way inside Xiao’s body, as unmoved by xir tears as by xir initial pleading for him to move faster. Venti combs through Xiao’s hair, slides their fingertips along xir neck, strokes xir chest, and squeezes xir nipples in a syncopated rhythm that accents the ridges of Zhongli’s cock. Xiao is an instrument for their desire, and Venti’s fingers are as certain on Xiao as on their lute; xie has no choice but to sing with gasps and moans and groans.
With each passing minute, Xiao is more aware of how wet xie is, how Zhongli could easily slip inside xir cunt if he wasn’t worrying about whether Xiao could take it. The sensation of fullness is almost painful already; Zhongli’s cock will take every inch of space it can create. Xiao knows that xir Adepti form is reshaping itself around Zhongli, giving space as Zhongli asks for it, making Xiao into the perfect receptacle for xir lord’s majesty.
Xiao still wants more. “Please,” xie begs, and spreads xir legs yet more, inviting the smooth scales of Zhongli’s belly to make contact with xir own stomach. “I’m ready.”
Zhongli growls. The sound resonates through his body and the earth beneath them, setting up a buzz in Xiao’s bones, and Xiao drops xir head back into the pillow of Venti’s lap. Distantly, xie is aware of a growing dampness there, Venti’s own arousal slowly making itself known. If xie is very lucky, Zhongli’s patience will outlast Venti’s, and Xiao will have an Archon sitting on xir face to match the one filling xir cunt.
Perhaps Venti has a word for the sound Xiao makes at that thought. Xiao certainly doesn’t; all xie knows is the heady wave of desire as xie opens xirself as fully as possible to xir Archons’ will.
Venti’s fingers are in xir mouth now, but Xiao doesn’t have the coordination to suck on them; all xir awareness is taken up by the thrust of Zhongli’s cock into the core of xir body. The last inches enter xir all at once, stretching Xiao to xir limit, finally slotting into place the way Xiao has wanted for the last half hour. It feels good, having the hard heat of Zhongli’s cock pressing into xir, letting xir clench around it and rock into the cooler scales now brushing against xir own little cock.
“Is this enough?” Zhongli asks. He sounds amused, and closer than Xiao expected; perhaps he has curled around them.
“Is it ever enough for xir?” Venti laughs. Their saliva-slick fingers toy with Xiao’s nipples, sending eddies of pleasure along Xiao’s sweaty skin. “Can you talk, little bird? Zhongli will start fucking you properly if you can still talk.”
“Yes,” Xiao says, the word slurring in xir mouth. Xie doesn’t have many words, but xie has the right ones for this situation. “Please, my lord,” Xiao begs. “Please.”
Zhongli shifts, ever so slightly, and Xiao lets out a whine that cracks through xir body like lightning. “If you’re certain,” Zhongli says, and Xiao manages to whimper an affirmative, because to lose this chance would be awful.
Venti’s hands slide across Xiao’s stomach, and Xiao can track the motion as much by the pressure on Zhongli’s cock as by the way Venti bends over xir, their chest against xir face. Xiao wants to kiss and suck at their skin, but the moment xie opens xir mouth to try, Zhongli pulls his cock out—a terrible absence that already has Xiao crying—before very deliberately shoving it back in.
The bumps which had taken minutes to move into Xiao the first time now take seconds. The sensation rolls through Xiao, fast and hard, leaving xir no space for anything except a gasp as xir breath is fucked out of xir chest. Then, before Xiao can regain xir senses, Zhongli does it again.
And again.
And again.
He’s relentless, steady, the rhythm unchanging no matter how much Xiao twists in Venti’s strong grasp. The Anemo Archon’s presence is the only thing keeping Xiao pinned in place; their hands hold xir legs tight to xir chest, their legs frame Xiao’s torso and keep xir from rolling away, their chest is the pillow which ensures Xiao cannot bang xir head on the ground.
The first time, it was Zhongli’s own weight keeping Xiao in place. It had been delicious to be pressed beneath a mountain, but Xiao understands that Zhongli would prefer Xiao not be harmed by his bulk.
Besides, there’s a different joy to be had in having the god of freedom trap xir in this position, though xie knows the bliss singing through Xiao’s bones is the freedom that Venti has chosen to chase by joining them.
“Beautiful,” Venti whispers, their voice catching, deeper and rough with arousal that Xiao wants to help them with but can’t. “You take him so well, little bird.”
Xiao can’t speak. Xie can’t do anything but ride each thrust, taking Zhongli’s need and meeting it, matching it with xir own. Zhongli’s cock slides easily in and out of xir now, speeding up so that the ridges are a vibration, the edge of an earthquake building in Xiao’s body. Xie tries to hold xirself back, wanting to ride the sensation for as long as xie can, but there’s only so much xie can do.
It’s a relief when Zhongli comes.
Zhongli’s come is thick and burning, dripping out of xir cunt and onto xir ass and thighs with every continued jerk of Zhongli’s body. Xiao chases the motion and lets xirself shake apart with a cry.
Behind xir, Venti swears and starts grinding against Xiao. It’s an awkward motion, one Xiao notices mostly as a different dampness on xir skin as Venti rubs against xir spine. Xie twists a little, exhausted, to smile up at Venti.
Venti takes the offering they’re given and kisses Xiao, tongue working inside xir mouth with practiced skill, which is perfect. Venti tastes like summer wine and cool air, a beautiful contrast to the heavy heat now settling in xir cunt as Zhongli’s cock slowly comes to rest there. He doesn’t pull out. He never does, not right away, and Xiao is selfishly grateful for that; xie wants to keep Zhongli inside for as long as xie can.
It doesn’t take long for Venti to find their own release on and against Xiao, spilling onto skin and soil in equal measure. They collapse, then, and Xiao collapses with them. Xie doesn’t have a choice; xie has no strength left to hold xirself up.
Zhongli lets out a groan and heaves his body into motion until he’s coiled around them. His soft cock stays in place, and Xiao strokes Zhongli’s scales appreciatively.
Then xie closes xir eyes and falls asleep, content with xir service to xir lords.