[by now, Dohalim has an idea of the inner workings of Zhongli's mind when they're intimate like this. it's hard to ignore just how enthusiastic the deity can be with his cock in his mouth, and as much as Zhongli tries to fight it sometimes, there's always that moment where he finally gives in. the sound he makes at his tail being yanked on sends a shiver down Dohalim's spine, and he'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't want to hear more of them.
Zhongli really does look pretty performing fellatio, sucking dick like it's all he's meant to do. Dohalim knows he doesn't have to keep forcing his head, but he does so anyway, hand tight in dark tresses as he continues to pull and push at the deity's head. he could make him choke on his cock again, but what punishment would that be if the deity enjoys it? it would be far crueler to deny him that, wouldn't it?
pulling sharply against Zhongli's hair, Dohalim pulls his head back, just enough that he can't easily lean back in to suck even the head. the vine presses in deeper, now thicker as it presses in deep. the vines wrapped around the other's thighs guide them apart just a little more as the one on his tail grips on tightly and continues to pull. Dohalim can't help but watch this entire scene unfold, almost amused at how desperate Zhongli looks, right now. he glances at another vine slowly creeping up behind the deity; little does he know that he has the same thoughts of inserting more than one of his vines. Dohalim has to wonder how many he could fit before Zhongli begs him to stop, but even then, would he? what if he were to split him wide, let his vines tear through him--]
Tell me... How do they feel? How do my vines feel?
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Zhongli really does look pretty performing fellatio, sucking dick like it's all he's meant to do. Dohalim knows he doesn't have to keep forcing his head, but he does so anyway, hand tight in dark tresses as he continues to pull and push at the deity's head. he could make him choke on his cock again, but what punishment would that be if the deity enjoys it? it would be far crueler to deny him that, wouldn't it?
pulling sharply against Zhongli's hair, Dohalim pulls his head back, just enough that he can't easily lean back in to suck even the head. the vine presses in deeper, now thicker as it presses in deep. the vines wrapped around the other's thighs guide them apart just a little more as the one on his tail grips on tightly and continues to pull. Dohalim can't help but watch this entire scene unfold, almost amused at how desperate Zhongli looks, right now. he glances at another vine slowly creeping up behind the deity; little does he know that he has the same thoughts of inserting more than one of his vines. Dohalim has to wonder how many he could fit before Zhongli begs him to stop, but even then, would he? what if he were to split him wide, let his vines tear through him--]
Tell me... How do they feel? How do my vines feel?