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Maybe a trip outside together wasn't such a great idea. Every now and then, they were thrown with looks of surprise and jealousy. These people must've been appalled by the fact that a well reserved and respectable man like Zhongli is bonded with a fatui harbinger. Childe was, needless to say, annoyed, shooting glares at everyone who gave them envious eyes.
"Baobei, don't mind them. They'll eventually accept it." Zhongli whispers against his ear as he feels a hand rubbing small circles on his back. Childe immediately melts at the touch but his anger remains. They arrived at the restaurant, the atmosphere was light and welcoming, calming Childe's nerves. Zhongli led him to the private dining room he reserved for the both of them.
The door opened and a woman went up to them to take their orders. Childe's eyes watch her like a hawk, hands gripping on the table cloth. She's leaning too close to his mate. Zhongli notices it as well, backing away slightly. The woman straightens herself, smiling at Zhongli not even sparing Childe a glance before walking out of the room. The two refuse to speak for a moment before Childe breaks the silence.
"What the fuck was that? She was all over you." The harbinger scowls, shooting daggers at his mate. Zhongli clears his throat, coughing slightly still suffocated by the woman's scent lingering around him. It was unpleasant and nothing like Childe's.
"I apologize, my love, I didn't want to be rude so I didn't protest..." The former trails off with a frown as his body slumps forward, sulking like a kicked puppy. Childe sighs, he should be mad but it's hard to resist the former archon specially when he knows he's genuine with his words. But he can't just let that pass now. Everyone has been getting on his nerves today, it's about time they learn to know their boundaries.
The chair creeks as Childe got up from his seat, walking over to his mate. Zhongli watches the other stride over to him, it's hard to figure out what's going on inside the harbinger's head sometimes but still, he's curious what his mate has in mind. The former archon leans back, biting his lips in anticipation. Childe took off his coat, setting it aside before straddling the prime alpha's lap. The scent of the woman hits his nose, his face contorts in disgust. He'll have to deal with that bitch later but he focused on the matter at hand. The omega started moving his hips back and forth against the prime alpha's groin, a smirk tugging up at his lips feeling the other's growing arousal under his ass. He pressed himself closer to his mate, moaning at the contact of his sensitive nipples rubbing against the alpha's chest.
"Childe— we're in public." Zhongli quickly took a hold of his waist to stop him. This earns the prime alpha a disapproving growl from his mate. It's hard to hold himself back at a time like this, his body has the urge to feel and mark his alpha. Show everyone that Zhongli belongs to him. Childe didn't respond, instead he threw his arms around Zhongli's neck, letting his fangs out and dragging it across the soft skin. He lets his pheromones out, showering his alpha with his scent. A smile spread on his face as he feels the other's cock strain under his pants. It's so easy to rile his mate up. The idea of him, a mortal let alone a fatui, effortlessly working up an archon fed up his ego and pride. Too engrossed in his own entertainment, he fails to notice (or rather ignored) the gasp the woman lets out as she opens the door. What a bitch, can't even ask permission to enter, now suffer the consequences. Childe loves putting on a show after all.
Zhongli's gaze darts towards the door, stopping Childe from moving any further. Releasing an annoyed groan, Childe rolled his eyes before kissing his alpha's lips. He slowly got up and sat back down on his chair with a satisfied smile after catching a glance of his mate's pants threatening to tear apart. The woman enters with their food, leaving quickly as she comes. The two shared a quiet dinner with a heavy tension drifting in the air, Childe stomach churns in excitement. He sure is in trouble, but it will be worth it.
Time went by agonizingly slow. Zhongli tried to calm himself in order to avoid suspicious eyes in case another staff member enters their private room. He blames Childe for torturing him like this, although he finds the action reasonable, it still could potentially lure unwanted attention. He can see the other stealing glances of him from the corner of his eyes, the rascal has a mocking smirk on his face, the archon wants nothing more than to fuck the smugness out of him. And oh, he will. The moment they entered their shared abode, Childe's back instantly hit the door, hungry lips claiming his with urgency. The harbinger smiles between the kiss at his mate's roughness, carding his fingers through Zhongli's hair, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.
"Easy there, you old dragon. You might hurt our little ones." Childe's hand wanders down to the small bump on his navel. Zhongli's eyes flared, to think that he bred his wife, now carrying their clutch made his instincts go feral. The need to conquer and claim his mate over and over again becomes more prominent with each passing second, his self-control crumbles within his hold, resistance becoming futile. Childe lets out a squeak as Zhongli carries him to their bedroom, immediately stripping him out of his clothes, lying down fully exposed to his lover. Well, not fully. Zhongli left the strap wrapped snugly around his chest.
Horny dragon.
Zhongli's mouth waters at the sight. The omega's tits leak profusely with milk. Childe whines, his pectorals aching at the leather, his body became more sensitive ever since he got pregnant. It's both a curse and a blessing, sex with Zhongli is amazing yet he became foreign with changes in his body. These days he's unusually craving more of the former archon's intoxicating touch.
"You rascal, acting up like that in public. Surely there'd be rumors about us engaging in sexual activities in public." Zhongli growls, snaking his hand beneath the strap, squeezing the soft muscle, milk dripping out of the rosy nubs. Childe's back arched at the touch, heat spreading rapidly in his body like a wildfire. Still, he manages to rasp out a reply, testing the archon's patience in a challenging tone.
"So? Who cares what they think. I'll show them who's the best at mhmm— pleasing the Geo Archon." Childe declares proudly which further amused the alpha. Zhongli chuckles in response, changing their positions, Childe straddling his lap. Slick gushed out of the omega's cunt, wetting Zhongli's pants. Why is he still wearing clothes? How unfair. "Touch yourself for me." Zhongli breathes against his ear as his body went through a full shudder. Childe whines, dragging a hand down between his thighs. His skilled thumb massages his clit forcing a sweet noise out of his lips. He feels so empty, and Zhongli is just in front of him watching, obviously enjoying the show he's putting on. His hole spasms around nothing.
God he's had enough.
Two fingers immediately shove themselves inside his hole, it's not as good as Zhongli's cock but it still gives a good amount of pleasure. The former archon scrutinizes his mate with wild observing eyes, the omega's eyes are lost, his fingers thrusting inside his own pussy as a trail of saliva slips down on the corner of his mouth. He looks ravishing. Zhongli growls, pulling Childe's fingers out, gently laying him back down on the mattress.
Childe's breathing is uneven, stuttering out gasps. He must've looked like a mess; they haven't even started yet. The air caught up in his throat body freezing in its place, Zhongli's hair fell down on his shoulders, his body increasing its size, towering over Childe's figure. Coal black arms adorned with golden lines lifted the omega's hips upwards, wrapping his legs around the former archon's waist. Not one but two cocks slaps against his entrance, a lewd moan flows past his lips. Oh, fuck yes yes yes.
"Mhmm fuck me already...Please, Xiansheng." Childe's begs, tone dripping with unadulterated desire. His body aches for those cocks to ruin his insides, carving its shape until his cunt remembers their sheer size and girth. His wife begs so beautifully, how can Zhongli say no? Without wasting any more time, Zhongli feeds the heads inside the hungry hole, the walls contract against the intrusion but slowly loosened. He allowed the other to get used to the stretch. It's harder to copulate when Childe is in his mortal form, but he can't have the other abuse the Foul Legacy for the purpose of their own pleasure.
Once Zhongli bottoms out, he draws back, body descending down to capture Childe's lips in a messy kiss, hips thrusting forward. Sure enough, it satiated his need to be filled. The cock pulsates inside of him, he can feel every ridge with each drag in an excruciatingly slow pace. Zhongli senses the other's distress by his lack of words, releasing chirps and whines, pushing back pathetically to meet his alpha's thrusts.
How adorable. To end his mate's suffering, Zhongli promptly sets a punishing pace, his fangs catching his lower lips to muffle his groans. Childe's so warm and wet, he can drown himself in this pleasure for hours. Childe could not contain the noises flowing past his lips. The overwhelming pleasure kept his mind fogged up, blocking out every coherent thought, reducing him into cock hungry slut. All he wants is to be bred all over again by those thick cocks. "Oh— Zhongli, t-too deep. Are you going to put another baby in me?" He slurs, encouraging the former archon to fuck him faster. It seems as if the thread Zhongli is hanging on finally snaps.
"You never get tired of teasing, don't you?" The former archon pulls out, watching as the younger's pussy fails to close, gaping obscenely wide as it clenches around nothing. As much as it tempts him to shove his cocks back inside that heat, he wants to rile up the other just to get back for his teasing. "Z-zhongli! Put it back in please." Childe whines, spreading his legs further apart, using his fingers to part his labia as an invitation. A growl rumbles out of the former archon's chest, the sight of his beautiful mate. He looks ravishing, hair tousled and wet, eyes glistening with tears, face flushed, lips swollen from biting, begging to be fucked senseless.
That's all it took for Zhongli to slam back his cocks back inside the omega. The prime alpha held Childe's legs up, folding him in a mating press, ramming his cocks inside his mate's cunt like a beast. The omega's moans grew louder and louder, taking a grasp of Zhongli's locks as he feels his cocks stimulating his prostate. Childe cries out in bliss at the feeling of Zhongli's draconic tongue on his pectorals, the leather strap didn't help, adding pressure onto his chest. Zhongli bites down on the accessory and tore it apart with his teeth, just like that the leather snaps. Childe sighs in relief, but his temporary peace ends as soon as Zhongli leans down to suck on his tits, nipping at his hardened nipples, drawing out milk from the buds.
It tastes like heaven. Greedy mouth found its way to the other bud, milking it from all its worth, his thrusts unfaltering, drilling deeper until he felt the tip of his cocks knocking against a soft ring of muscles. "Yes— yes! Harder, knock me up all over again, Morax."
The sound of his original name being included in such a lewd statement drove him further to the edge. The former archon draws back, leaving the cockheads caught on his entrance before plunging back inside. Childe screams, back arching, feeling his alpha's forming knot slapping against his labia. So close— so close until those cocks violate his womb and fill him up with cum, fertilizing their eggs and possibly adding more. The thought has his eyes rolling at the back of his head, body shaking as he squirts all over his alpha's cocks. Zhongli grunts, his mate's cunt grips on his cocks like a vine. He grinds his hips forward, forcing his burgeoning knot past Childe pussy lips, the cockheads penetrating through the omega's womb, flooding their eggs with cum.
Childe's head feels light, body twitching, his legs can barely hold him up for support. A choked whine emits from his throat as Zhongli's lengths continue to spurt cum, pumping him full of the potent seed to the point that he feels bloated.
"T-too much, Xiansheng." Childe sniffles, nails digging on the former archon's back. His gaze fell down to his stomach, it looks as if he's carrying a months old baby, the sight is so mind breaking he almost passed out. Zhongli hushes him, smiling fondly at his wife's bodily response. They stayed like that for a while, stabilizing their breathing as well as enjoying each other's warmth.
The following day, Childe went to work and received knowing glances from his subordinates, Ekatrina was not an exception. He can sense her skeptical gaze under that mask after she saw him limping inside the bank. She probably, no doubt, caught a glimpse of the protrusion on her master's navel through the small hip window. Childe had to endure the embarrassment for the rest of the day, he blamed Zhongli for it. Humiliation is the backlash for going through a 9-hour breeding session. His poor dignity is shattered but at the same time, he doesn't really care.