#egg stuff

“You requested our presence Rex Lapis,” Xiao stated, quickly dropping to one knee with you promptly following his lead and showing your reverence. You were certain he could sense the light tremble of your hand while it was still interlaced with Xiao’s.

The lord of Liyue had requested your audience for the evening and while you had hesitated at first you truly could not put his offering aside, not after all he had done for you and your brother — Saving you from enslavement, tending to the two of you until your conditions had improved, offering shelter and hospitality when the two of you needed it the most.

But you knew of the reason Morax had summoned you.

Your god could become.. restless and irritable this time, being a god does not exempt him from the fate nature had melded him into, the heat that consumed him would turn him into a lustful beast each decade and each and every time his body had to surrender to his animalistic needs you had been there as his private escort. Certainly you had resisted at first when he had demanded it of you — you had cried and begged as your god forced himself upon you, cursing yourself because at the time you felt you had just escaped from one cage to a more lavish one.

"The most exquisite melodies are found behind gilded bars."

That is what he whispered to you the night after he had defiled you, before letting his exhaustion consume him. Leaving you frozen, humiliated and used — staring at his face nestled into the crevice of your breasts — it felt so odd to think, a man of such grace and beauty and calm would force you to work at his member all night before falling into a blissful slumber himself.

You supposed living millennia after millennia with no constant often negatively impacted most and he had a very.. Acquired taste. The days when he would strip you of your chastity he would keep you with him for perhaps two maybe even three days more just for you to incubate his eggs, why? the matter hardly crossed over your mind but now that you think of it perhaps it was some sort of odd fetish? All you knew was carrying his unfertilized offspring was not easy on your body and you could hardly move as you usually did with one let alone the three more he usually insisted on stuffing your womb with.

On those days you preferred to keep out of the public eye, you were one of the more benevolent adepti — traveling down to Liyue harbour to play with the children, converse with the women and debate the men. Who would not find the image of the nurturing figure they called their guardian filled to the brim with the essence of the god they worshiped so dearly.

After one of his rather crueler punishments every qualm and complaint you had previously had about his relation with you died before any of them reached the tip of your tongue.

Your master had requested your presence in a meeting at Mt. Aocang

Thinking of it as nothing more than a casual discussion you had set off without much of a second thought. Hardly a minute had passed since you had arrived and Morax’s hands found your breasts and in front of all the adepti had ripped your garments in half all the way down to your panties. The beast then continued his ruthless persistence delivering hard squeezes to your reddened breasts, all while you stood absolutely stunned, unable to regain your modesty.

And on that day he had filled you plump with his semen while all the adepti stood witness as he spread your legs apart and impaled you with his monstrous member, all while you pleaded for a saviour.

Looking back at your predicament you should have known — being a dragon Morax was hardly one for sharing, let alone someone who he viewed as precious as yourself. The haze in your mind eventually cleared as he pulled himself out of the syrupy junction between your legs and you looked around once more just to see your audience had disappeared. It was a mirage, but after that day you were much too cautious to deny him of any whim his stubborn heart had desired.

“Alatus, Your duties for the day are concluded. Leave us — I have matters of personal instruction to attend to with your sister.”

Your brother pressed his lips to your cheek once before disapprating.

At least Morax respected your wish of keeping your relationship private, being the yaksha’s older sister all you had longed for ever since his birth was his safety and his comfort and if the price of that was allowing the one your brother revered so deeply ravage you while he remained none the wiser about your predicament, then so be it.

“Rise.”

And you rose with one fluid movement.

“You are aware of what is to be done, yes?”

With a motion the silken robe that had adorned your bodice now pooled at your ankles leaving you bare to his gaze but your body betrayed none of the nervousness you felt. You reached for the veil that lay on the foot of his throne and secured the ends together over your eyes.

Morax stood abruptly making his way to you, you first felt something graze the side of your nude hip — a sharp, unfamiliar touch grazed the light dip nearly making you shudder at the feeling, you stilled — no.. the man was demented surely but he would not take you while in the form of his exuvia, would he?

The claw dug into your hip making you tip over with a gasp, landing on your palms and knees you started to quiver lightly — you could hardly take the man in his mortal form and you were sure you would not be able to take his exuvia’s member.

A vile thought crossed your mind, would this be the day he truly bred you with his heir?

“Oh!” you felt your throat going dry when you felt the rough scales of his abdomen grazed your lower back.

“You are simply exquisite,”

For a moment you are thankful for the cloth restricting your vision. It was always better when he had you blindfolded — that way you were able to delude yourself to believe he was small, that he would fit easily into you, that he could not hurt you.

But hardly anything about the dragon was small.

And then you felt it.

A huge mass trailing its length against your belly, you hoped — prayed it would stop somewhere near your abdomen, but it kept going and going until you could feel your stomach convulse when it knocked against the underside of your breast. All you could do was let out a shaky breath, you’re horrified to feel that his cock was not at its limit before — that the fat length rutting against your thigh is still growing. “So sweet. So pliant. So obedient.” he punctuates each of his words with a nip to your collar. Staring at the floor beneath your hands you notice a droplet spill down onto the obsidian beneath you and shatter forming a jagged star. 

You hadn't even realized you were crying.

“Please, please.” Each sob echoes through the empty halls. “I beg of you, my lord. Please, not like this.” Morax sees your hands clasp together so tight your knuckles go white.

He undoes your blindfold and shoves your back against the cold floor, making your back arch desperately as your nipples pebble. You could only let out a broken moan when you saw the inhumane appendage lumbering, standing completely erect. It was too big for you and even if it did fit in you, you were sure you would not be able to recover from it.

The great golden head of the Exuvia lowered, his mane of amber light brushing against the temple floor. His jaw remained still, yet it seemed the very ground vibrated with his words. “Look at me,” he commanded, the sound echoing like a slow-moving landslide. “You accepted the terms of the contract. You cannot flee back to the wild now that your brother is under my care. To break our contract is to face a price you are not prepared to pay."

Xiao.

The monster would have his head if you refused him.

His member pulses and you could feel your slick drip onto the floor.

His thick tongue comes to lap at your dampened folds, nudging them apart and swirling his tongue around your inner lips, and oh, the rough texture makes your heart race, you felt sick — you felt overstimulated, overwhelmed-

“Have I already caused you to come to a climax?” Morax asks, watching your body tremble around his tongue

“N-mhh!”

“Such a whorish little lady, what would Alatus think if he saw you like this?”

The fear makes you instinctively clench at his tongue, to which he lets out a low purr.

You feel him retract his tongue and sigh — hoping it was his way of showing mercy, until you felt the thickness of his cock press against your little bundle of nerves.

Oh archons.

The pain was so intense your lips burned around his length, a scream of pure terror rips through your throat — you nearly black out. The exuvia stretched you wide — so so wide, wider than your human form could, molten restraints snaked their way around your hands pinning you to the floor.

How cruel your god was.

“Made to breed,” he grunts out, and you realize that with each thrust, he drills deeper inside of you, that his literal mountain of a cock still is not fully inside. 

“N-no,” you whimper, your voice catching in your throat as you struggle to speak. 

Your heart nearly breaks into two when Morax delivers a particularly sharp thrust into you and you realize he is not even half way inside you. For a minute you feel him stiffen behind you like he’s bracing for something and then you feel it — a lump in his appendage moving along his length to his tip and..

Oh.

Oh no.

You felt a thick, jelly-like orb press into your cervix and travel through into your womb, all you could do was wail your heart out now more so than ever because you knew what happened today would not only be ‘practice’ as it often was. 

Today was the day you carried his heir.

Taking in a sharp breath as you felt the cool, the sticky walls of the first egg press against your insides made you squirm — you almost lost balance when he delivered another sharp thrust, his cock head straining against the surface of your cervix and almost certainly bruising it.

It hurt.

That's all you could think when you felt the second one press against you. “P-please…Master,” it felt exhausting, you’ve been going at it for so long and he was so big — your thighs hurt and your cunt ached with how much his member was swelling inside you.

This time your master laid you on your back more gently, the uncomfortable restraints pressing against your ankles and wrists which you were sure would leave you with bruises — Your belly swelled with the four gelatinous eggs he had forced into you. 

You twist against his embrace from the intolerable sensation and suddenly, the angle of the dragons thrusts are different, making your entire cunt clamp down on him like you're trying to suck the soul out of him, and you can not help the slurry of moans that vibrates out of your throat when the most sensitive spot on your body is getting stimulated with such force you feel like you can see celestia.

Over and over it bashes against you and your syrup gushes out of you in the most indignant bursts like a leaking faucet but you’re too far gone to feel embarrassed like you would.

Eyes rolling back,

You spasm around him, legs convulsing so hard around his shoulders you fear they might separate themselves from your pelvis, your god’s seed spills out and floods your insides. Morax’s thrusts slow completely as his cock shoots his essence deep into your womb, the liquid stroking your insides in a way that pushes you over the edge.

And you shattered.

Your body falling limp against the floor, no energy left to fight him. When he pulls out you hate how empty it feels, how much it hurts now that your body is trying to return to as it was, but you can not, it’s too much.

Morax is so big he has ruined you, probably for good.

His now fertilized clutch sat deep into you and you simply lied there staring up at the ceiling not knowing how to go on from here, but you were too tired to think and too threatened to rest.

The god’s body slowly morphed back into his humanly form and he laid on top of you, his face nuzzling into your neck as he pressed a kiss to your cleavage. 

“Was I too harsh?”

Despite his mocking words your drained eyes continued staring up, having nothing more to say.

Hearing footsteps trail the entrance of the temple your heart nearly jumps to your throat and you hear an all too familiar voice call out to you.

“Sister?”