#rox.osirax

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Damn. I- Damn. I have sinned.

It was a rather uneventful day at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. Not that Zhongli wanted people to die, but so far, literally nothing had happened.

Zhongli sighed, halfheartedly organizing the record books on his elegant wooden shelf. He paced back and forth in his office, wondering if he had enough time to take a walk around Liyue Harbor before the customer arrived.

He glanced at the clock. Nearly four hours until the appointment; cleaning his office had taken less time than he'd hoped it would. Yes, it would be enough time for a stroll.

Zhongli was just shrugging on his jacket when a voice rumbled behind him. A voice that brought back memories of endless battles, of days that bled into nights that bled into his nightmares.

"So this is the mortal role you have assumed, Morax?"

Zhongli whipped around. Few things could startle the ex-Archon, but he had been alone in his office, he was certain.

Well, he was no longer alone.

There was a... a thing standing behind him, looming over Zhongli. It had the upper half of a well-muscled man, but its lower half was made of watery blue tentacles . There were more tentacles protruding from the creature's shoulders and back. Some of the tentacles had dragon-like heads, white eyes glowing in their aqueous skulls.

Its pale blue skin was made of fish-like scales, shimmering as if coated in water. It—he—had intense sky-blue eyes and indigo hair. Tiny oysters and corals dotted the man's upper body, as if he had been sleeping in the sea for eons.

In the sea...

"Osial?" Zhongli blurted. "How—"

"Your precious harbor is not in danger," Osial rumbled, swiftly crossing the room toward Zhongli. His horde of tentacles followed, reaching toward the consultant. "Only a tiny, insignificant portion of my power is here. The rest lies under the sea."

A tentacle slapped over Zhongli's mouth. "Mmmf!" he cried, thrashing as more tentacles took hold of his wrists and ankles. They lifted him into the air, pulling off his shoes.

"In fact, I cannot summon hard or sharp objects," Osial mused, watching Zhongli struggle against the onslaught of tentacles. "I can only summon soft, watery, harmless things." He stepped—or rather, glided—forward, ripping Zhongli's shirt open with his bare hands. "But there are ways to inflict without drawing blood."

A dozen small tentacles, each as thick as Zhongli's thumb, snaked their way toward his naked chest. A few began to circle around his exposed buds, gently brushing the tender pink skin.

Zhongli's eyes widened as he realized what Osial was doing, and his thrashing grew wilder and more desperate.

"Look at you, Morax," Osial laughed. "Helpless." Zhongli arched his back as soft tentacles began to stroke his neck. Some of them had little O-shaped mouths that attached to his skin and sucked.

"Mmmf..." Against his will, Zhongli could feel himself getting hard. His head started spinning from the tingles of pleasure, and he writhed harder, trying to resist.

It was hopeless. All four of his limbs were kept firmly apart from each other, and he could do nothing as the seagod tore off his pants. Zhongli tried to press his knees together as Osial's gaze raked over his naked body.

"Already hard!" Osial sneered. "What was that you used to say, Morax? You shall suffer the wrath of the rock? Well, let us see how great that rock is."

The tentacles lifted Zhongli's hips so he was horizontal. Several thick tentacles slid around Zhongli's thighs and waist, making escape impossible. The ex-Archon let out a muffled scream as Osial leaned forward, his lips brushing the tip of Zhongli's cock.

"You are already throbbing and dripping," Osial said mockingly. "I did not know it took this little to weaken the Geo Archon." He began to suck on Zhongli's cock, curling a long, serpentine tongue around it.

"Mmmmf—mmmh—nnngh—hnnnngh..." Zhongli's muffled shouts of protest turned to moans as Osial stimulated his cock. "Mmmmgh..." Zhongli shuddered, his eyes rolling back in his head from the pleasure. The tentacles began to suck on his chest. "Mmmmf!" He felt tentacles brush up and down the insides of his thighs.

"Mmmmf—MMMF!" Zhongli's hips spasmed as he came, the stimulation proving too much for even an ex-Archon. Osial chuckled, pulling his mouth away and watching with amusement as Zhongli's cock spurted thick, long, ropes of white cum. Zhongli's hands and feet trembled as he came down from his high.

"Mmmmf..." Zhongli lifted his head, trying to catch Osial's eyes. He caught a glimpse of his own thighs and stomach dripping with his own cum. "Mmmmf! Hnnngf!"

"We're not quite done yet," Osial smiled as more tentacles lunged for Zhongli. "Almost four hours until you're wanted, yes? Four hours is not a lot... but it will do."

Zhongli writhed helplessly as his cock was engulfed by a tentacle. It began to suck on him, tiny tentacles stroking his slit and tip. "Mmmf! Mmmf! MMMF!"

"I am well aware that you just reached your peak," Osial said. "But once is not enough, Morax. After all, you struck me down twice, did you not?"

Zhongli could not reply, for he was in the grasp of a second orgasm, his cum shooting into the tentacle. His eyes crossed from the overwhelming pleasure as the mouth-like appendage milked his cock.

Zhongli screamed through the tentacle over his mouth as he felt a tentacle probing at his hole, his body already extra-sensitive from the two orgasms. The tentacle smeared its wetness over him before plunging in.

"Mmmf—mmmh—mm—mmmgh..." Zhongli moaned, nearly sobbing from the sensation as the tentacle found his sweet spot. "Mmmmmh!" Another tentacle pressed just below his balls, pressing his prostate against the first. He bucked from the pleasure, his knees shaking.

"Ah, yes... those are the spots you like," Osial mused, sending a second tentacle into Zhongli's hole. Each was the girth of a finger. "I wonder how long it will take for me to render you speechless by touching those parts of your body."

Zhongli wailed as the two tentacles massaged his prostate, the overstimulated sweet spot throbbing as Zhongli came again. His cock twitched pathetically in the grip of the tentacle-mouth as Osial smiled.

Osial uncovered Zhongli's mouth. "Let us hear you, Morax. I would like to know what effect this has on you."

"No! Stop! Stop!" Zhongli cried, feeling a fourth orgasm build. "Stop it! No! No more! Please! No more, Osial! Please! I beg of you, no more!" He howled as he came, his body jerking wildly.

"A-Ahh..." Zhongli whimpered as the tentacles held him in the air by his waist. They let go of his legs, which twitched and dangled uselessly. His cum slowly dripped down his thighs. He moaned as a third tentacle entered his hole. He was helpless against the unending waves of pleasure.

Zhongli came again, shuddering, too weak to do anything other than moan softly. He closed his eyes, a tight knot throbbing in his core from all the pleasure. "O-Osial... p-please... no more..." His hole was throbbing and clenching around the tentacles. Osial watched this with great interest.

"Hm. Perhaps you are ready now," the seagod rumbled.

"Ready for what?" Zhongli asked. Osial ignored his question.

The tentacles turned Zhongli around, positioning him so he was on his hands and knees, facing away from Osial. The three tentacles pulled out of him, leaving him fully exposed to the seagod. Zhongli felt something wet splatter abundantly against his hole.

"Yes, that is enough," Osial murmured. "Good."

Zhongli suddenly realized what was happening. "No! No!" he cried, trying to twist away. "Not that! Anything but that!" Osial put his hands on Zhongli's lower back, gently spreading his cheeks.

"No! No!" Zhongli shouted, thrashing wildly as Osial lined up with his entrance. Zhongli couldn't see how big Osial was, but he could guess. "No! Please..." He writhed against the tentacles, but they only tightened their grip on him. "No..."

"You'll be alright," Osial said amiably. "You're the great and mighty Morax, yes?" He pressed his tip against Zhongli's hole, gently stretching him.

"Ah... ah... t-too big... please..." Zhongli felt tears fall his eyes as Osial pushed the tip in, his hole spasming around him. "A-ah! Can't..." The ex-Archon gasped as Osial pushed in further, Zhongli's body burning from the strain. He whimpered, his hole clenching pathetically around Osial.

"Relax," Osial rumbled. "Or you will surely not enjoy what comes next." He gently squeezed Zhongli's hips.

"N-Next?" Zhongli rasped. "W-What do you—ahh—AHHH—" Osial pushed in deeper, every ridge of his cock sliding deliciously against Zhongli's body. The seagod sighed happily, letting Zhongli dangle there for a while. The ex-Archon quickly realized that squirming would only stimulate himself, so he stayed as still as possible, whimpering.

The pain of the stretch began to fade. Osial purred as Zhongli stopped tensing up, his hole relaxing a little. "O-Osial," Zhongli whispered. "If you're not here to hurt me, then... then what are you..."

He broke off with a gasp as Osial pressed Zhongli to his chest, his cock nudging against his sweet spot. The consultant's eyes rolled back in his head, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He panted, a delirious smile edging his lips.

"I don't intend to hurt you," Osial whispered. "But I will make you submit to me, no matter what it takes."

Osial began to bounce Zhongli gently. With every slight movement, his prostate throbbed with pleasure. It was too much, too much, Osial's gentle thrusts that made his body hum with bliss and the tentacles slithering around and squeezing his cock. Zhongli arched his back, unable to form words as euphoria surged through his body.

"I—I—ahhh—" Zhongli cried out weakly as he came again, cum spurting all over his thighs. Osial chuckled, watching Zhongli's fingers twitch. He slumped forward, his hair falling over his eyes.

"Your stamina is commendable," Osial remarked. "The perks of being divine, I suppose." He continued to overstimulate Zhongli, who barely heard a word.

Zhongli lost track of time. After his fifth, or maybe sixth, or maybe tenth orgasm, Osial suddenly grunted and sped up, pulling out further before slamming in.

"Ahh... no..." Zhongli whimpered. "T-Too much..." His legs spasmed as Osial fucked him through yet another orgasm, tears sliding down his cheeks. His cock was sliding in and out so fast, Zhongli thought he might go insane. His lower half was a mess of throbbing pleasure, tired numbness, and cum. "Too... much..."

Tentacles hovered over the ex-Archon's face and chest, their watery tips shuddering slightly with each of Osial's frantic thrusts. Zhongli could see a white liquid rising in each of them.

"Hrngh!" Osial growled, slamming all the way in. Zhongli gasped for air, the wind knocked out of him from the impact. He came just before Osial did, the seagod's cum exploding deep inside him.

Thick, hot seed burst from every tentacle, coating Zhongli's limp, trembling body. Osial roared from the bliss, grabbing Zhongli's hair and pulling his head up to arch his back.

"Please..." Zhongli breathed, barely audible. He moaned, feeling his body grow heavier from the added weight of the seagod. He pressed his hands to his belly, realizing with a jolt of fear that he could feel Osial's cum.

"We're not done yet," Osial growled, slapping Zhongli's ass. The ex-Archon shuddered as Osial gripped his hips again.

After hours of excruciating, agonizing orgasms that left Zhongli feeling like a hollow shell, a mere cocksleeve filled to the brim with cum until he felt like he would burst, his cock dripping pathetically, Osial finally stopped and pulled out with a satisfied grunt.

Zhongli would have collapsed if not for the tentacles that held him up in the air, his hole wide and gaping, his throbbing pink cock trembling, his body splattered with white. Cum poured from his hole, making a large puddle on the floor. Zhongli moaned.