eggbowl | In my blood...

In my blood...

[everything happened so quickly and so slowly, everything that happened is nothing but a haze in Dohalim’s mind. he isn’t sure what had transpired, all he can think about are the dredged up memories he’d spent so long suppressing, tamped down and never to be brought to light ever again. the despair had overtaken him, distant screams and thoughts of death clouding his thoughts as gleaming, liquid silver splashed into view. all he knew after that was unadulterated rage, wanting nothing more than to banish those with him, and to punish those who were responsible.

trails of blood and carnage followed Dohalim to the palace as he tore through any Renan in his path. they could no longer be trusted. the ideals of coexistence is now nothing but a burned up dream; he now sees their true colours. the Dahnans were not the ones at fault here, he could not blame them. but those who got in his way are pulled away by summoned vines as he continues his warpath.

blood splatters the pristine walls of Autelina Palace, an angry contrast to the calming whites, golds, blues and greens, crimson liquid staining the fresh plants and flowers lined up along the walls. countless times had he been met with Renan resistance, clearly those who are dissidents of his rule. they did not stand for very long. the audacity they had to stand up against a lord like him…

vines rip the doors open to his chambers where Kelzelik and his supporters huddle together, eyes widened to see Dohalim stand before them, rod in hand. words are not exchanged as those same vines wrap themselves around those who’d dare to oppose him, their pleas falling on deaf ears as they slowly squeeze the lives out of them. all, except Kelzelik, one of those who Dohalim had trusted the most. one who seemed to follow his every order, his every suggestion, his every dream for this realm. the blood on Dohalim’s hands are also on his former advisor’s, as he gestures to the men struggling around them]

You did this.

[Dohalim’s voice sounds strange even to him, hoarse and pained. maddened eyes stay on the man, standing unflinching as thorns burst from the vines and through those it’s ensnared. crimson blooms of roses blend with the blood as it drips from the petals as he puts to rest those who had tried to seize his realm.

when Dohalim is finally found, he’s still in his chambers, on his knees, arms wrapped tightly around himself as hands grasp onto his shoulders, his breathing is ragged and erratic]

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[Dohalim just watches Zhongli for a moment, letting him take comfort in leaning his head against his thigh for just a moment. he looks... so pretty, like this. so desperate to deny any pleasure from this even though his body wants more of it]

You say "don't," and yet... It seems like you want more of it.

[the tip of the vine slowly pushes into Zhongli's hole; Dohalim threads his fingers through that beautiful hair again to pull his head up and tilt his head back. amber peers into amber, a dark amusement in Dohalim's eyes]

What can't you do, Zhongli? Please use your words, or I'll put that mouth to better use.

Doha... lim... a-ah-

[that tip eases into him and Zhongli pants, gaze almost trembling as his head tilts back. it seems like he wants more of it, does it?

of course it does. his tail is wrenched just so, and the slow press of a thin vine is anything but unpleasant. he can't even keep from moaning again as the vine shifts inside him, brows furrowed.]

I can't... focus... [oh, but he almost wants him to. just stuff his mouth while he continues to tease him with these vines, drive him absolutely stupid with pleasure.] My tail is too... sensitive... release me... please...

Why would you need focus?

[it's not like Zhongli will be doing anything that requires any sort of brain power to begin with. not when he can easily fuck his mouth, use him however he sees fit, pull him apart until he can't take it anymore. focus? no, he doesn't need it. he just needs to be holes for Dohalim to fill.

it's a good thing that Dohalim had asked for privacy for the next several hours, ensuring that they won't be interrupted. that way, he can have his way with the deity, without the worry of someone walking in on their debauchery. he would rather spare them the sight of Zhongli kneeling in front of him, penetrated with his vines and cock. and anyway, this sight is for his eyes only.

the vines push in deeper, still agonisingly slowly as the other vine wrapped around the tail yanks at it again. Dohalim watches for Zhongli's reaction to it all, to see the deity descend further into desperation, even though his words say differently. he nudges Zhongli's face closer to his cock again expectantly]

I will not be releasing you. Why should I, when this is your punishment?

That...

[He really could just... relax into this, couldn't he? Just enjoy it... but it's supposed to be punishment, after all. Would it be enough to enjoy it and let Dohalim berate him for that?

He shouldn't even want it. He really shouldn't.]

Haaah... at least... my tail...

[It's a trembling plea as his face is nudged closer to Dohalim's cock again. His other hand shifts on the other's thigh, making to move toward his tail again. Maybe... maybe he wants to be bound and forced, as vines tease and press in, deep and strange. Whatever he wants, whatever he thinks, the man leans forward to slide the tip of his cock between his lips, legs shifting, spreading a little.]

[Dohalim catches that hand, and like before, vines wrap around his wrist to bind behind his back to join his other hand. the audacity, really, especially after just saying that this was his punishment. another flash of indigo in Dohalim's eyes and the vine around Zhongli's tail squeezes into a vice grip; any mercy he might have given the deity is now gone. the tendril inside of him slides in deeper, the tapered tip massaging Zhongli's walls roughly. as Dohalim watches him take his cock again, he does have to wonder once more if he can easily split him open. or lift him up and make him ride them like a desperate animal in heat... hm... perhaps a thought for later.

and like before, Dohalim doesn't give pause before he's pushing Zhongli's head back down to deepthroat him once again, this time letting out a hiss in between his teeth. he hadn't realised just how aroused he'd gotten from the attention on his length earlier, and watching the deity bend to the will of his vines. he wants to ruin him once more, reduce him to begging for his cock in him, to replace those vines. maybe he will be merciful. maybe.

but, for now, as he forces Zhongli's head up and down the shaft, the vine in him starts to thrust in and out, slowly. see, he can be merciful...]

Ha-aaah—!

[The sudden grip of the vine pulls a... rather absurdly lewd noise from the deity, so sudden and loud that he honestly almost wishes he'd already deepthroated Dohalim's cock again. His hands tremble in their bonds but don't try to escape now, body throbbing as the vine presses roughly against his walls.

It's almost a mercy to have the redhead shove his head down, eyelids fluttering shut as Zhongli sucks and slurps around it. The vine... the vine suddenly feels like not enough, even as it makes itself at home in his insides, opening him up in a way he could never fathom.

Between his legs, his cock drips and throbs, aching with a surge of want and largely ignored. That tendril works into a slow pace, thrusting in and out and in and his head bobs so very willingly over the other man's cock. It's a little embarrassing, really. Not the deepthroating— Zhongli had shown enthusiasm for that before— but the way his hips shift and squirm, lifting up as his tail curls and his legs spread, welcoming their strange intrusion. It feels so.... good. Deep and twisting. How many would fit? Rubbing and massaging his insides, splitting him open one by one by...]

Mm... mmnh...

[He doesn't really need Dohalim to guide his movements anymore, but that feels good, too. After all, he's asserted his position, hasn't he? Taken control of him with the intention to punish.

That's right. He should be good... he should hold back, shouldn't he? Despite the way he drips on the floor of the garden space, he hasn't earned it... he... ah.

He's so glad he has the Renan's cock in his mouth, else he might start babbling.]

[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?

[The push and pull of his head leaves Zhongli feeling a little dizzy, pushes him toward that breaking point. Dohalim always tastes so good - that's a fact not related to just this, even - but still. The sensation of it all, hands bound as he's guided over the Renan's cock and his hole is slowly stretched by his vines, is almost too much to bear.

Of course he deserves this. What else could he even want really? The redhead tastes amazing, and he has no hesitation in taking what he wants. Maybe that's the sensation from his tail talking, but as his head is pulled back, strings of saliva stretched from his extended tongue to the head of his cock, it's all he wants.]

Ah... haah...

[His hole stretches wider as the vine thickens, his cock dripping on the hard stone floor between his knees. Thighs shift a little wider, and Zhongli struggles to focus as the one around his tail continues pulling moans and sharp noises from his lips.]

I... can't... haah... [He feels as desperate as he looks, maybe more so. There's a glazed, wanton look to his eyes.] feels... feels so good... want more...

[It's ludicrous to think it took only this much to turn the deity into a slurring, moaning mess. He wants to reach out, wants to give himself a little more, but he did this to himself. Utterly at Dohalim's mercy, he can only plead and beg and moan like a cute little slut.]

[there are so many words Dohalim could call Zhongli, at this point. he could call him disgusting, he could call him a whore for looking and acting the way that he is. to be so desperate for anything at this point, to want more of... what? his vines? his cock in his mouth?

perhaps the gods are more infallible than mortals had originally anticipated.

Dohalim could spit malicious words at him, tell him that he doesn't deserve any of this, that what he's given is a mercy compared to what he has earned, that it's his kindness that has rewarded him with this pleasure. but Dohalim doesn't say any of those things. in fact, as he lets go of Zhongli's hair in favour of sliding his fingers down to squeeze his jaw in between his thumbs and fingers, to get a better look at him. the flush of his cheeks, and the glassiness of amber in his eyes, dare he say he looks--]

Pretty. You look so pretty in your desperation, don't you... To think that you would react in such a way to my vines... I have to wonder if you've done this to yourself before, or am I just so lucky?

Perhaps I should let you fuck yourself on my vines and watch... Make you beg for my cock. Make you tremble with need... Hm. Something to think about. I've already given you a taste, do you think you deserve more than that?

[The other man lifts his head by the chin and to his credit, Zhongli tries to focus. His gaze trembles as he peers upward, lips parted for gasping breaths. Behind him his tail shifts in its bindings, body bent awkwardly forward as it is...]

I've... never... nngh. Vines aren't my... haah... ah...

[It's almost ironic that it's the earth astral energy that allows Dohalim to control plants, because Zhongli himself has never really focused on them or tried to use them. It seems the passage of time has somewhat consolidated the gods' powers...]

I... I want... [for a moment, one might think he intends to suggest he does deserve it. To please give it, because he needs it. He wants to say that, but... it doesn't feel right.] I want to earn it. I'll do anything you ask, Dohalim... please let me please you and feel good.

You should look at yourself... So desperate for any part of me. Are my vines not enough? They are an extension of me, in a practical sense.

[he certainly fights and summons them like they are, after all. he punctuates the point with a small movement of his wrist, driving the vine deeper into Zhongli, letting it twist and writhe in him as it presses against tight walls and against his prostate, attempting to overstimulate, to make Zhongli stumble over his words]

How will you earn my cock... You can start by calling me your lord. I want to hear how desperate you are for your lord to fuck you.

Ah-- I...

[by the wanton moans and the way he squirms, the vines are quite enough, digging in deep and writhing against his walls as it is. the overstimulation takes him ever closer to an orgasm, tears welling in his eyes from the sheer amount of it.]

My... my lord... [his voice is breathy, sweet. the words form so easily on his lips, lashes fluttering as that vine rubs his prostate again. it's hilarious really, how easily he finds the words. here and there, he stumbles and stammers over them, head tilted up to try to hold Dohalim's gaze despite how much he wants to lift his ass and press his face into the Renan's thigh.] Your vines are... haah... wonderful... but I can't help myself. Greedily, I... I want more. I want to be fucked by my lord, left a thoughtless, hopeless mess who can think only of the feeling of being so... used...

You're always greedy.

[something Dohalim had found out, even through the corruption. not that he... can really say anything. he's just as greedy, even on a good day, but now, when he's so settled into that warm darkness, it comes out even more. and to watch as this deity, usually so strong and sturdy, be reduced to such a state, begging for anything more than just his vines, how could he not want to claim him? after all, he'd been away from him for far longer than Dohalim wanted, so of course he wants to claim him completely]

You are shameless.

[but there's a glint in his eyes, as he lifts a finger; a subtle movement, but one that causes the vines to press in even more. he does have to wonder what they must look like, if they're bulging out Zhongli like he's done to him. letting go of the other's hair as a vine wraps around his ponytail, tugging him back along with his arms so he's kneeling upright, displayed for him so lewdly. as the vines in him press deeper, Dohalim's gaze lowers to his belly, pleased to see the outlines against pale skin]

[there's something addictive in being reduced to such a state, too. in watching through the shimmer of tears in his eyes, and in seeing Dohalim in his corruption and own greed.]

For you-- ah-!

[vines sink in deeper and he can almost feel them bumping against his belly even in his current position. that's remedied in short order by another vine pulling him back by the ponytail, left kneeling and on perfect display.]

Do--halim- my Lord...

[a trickle of saliva trails down his chin as the vines bulge his belly, their individual shapes visible against his skin. it feels good, it's so good, his tail writhing and dragging sensitive scales against their bindings.]

Everything is so-- tight... please...

[he tries not to giggle as he says it, even though the absurd instinct is there. the Renan has asked him to beg, but his words are already failing after the earlier pleading.]

[there's a hungry look in Dohalim's eyes as he leans forward, elbow rested on his knee as he props a hand up to rest his chin in. my, what a show the deity is putting on for him, so wanton and needy and shameless in his begging. every time Zhongli calls him by his title, a shiver runs down his spine. there are dark thoughts at play here, thoughts of what it would look like if those vines kept pushing in, how far they would go. what would it take for him to completely break him, tear him apart... but then again, he would hate to ruin such a fun play thing]

Look at my vines carving you out... [dropping his hand for a moment, he reaches forward to press his palm against one of the bulges] Look at you taking them... You take them so well, and you still beg for me... Tell me, how badly do you yearn for release? Will you let my vines bring it to you? Or are you that desperate for me?

[those dark thoughts would certainly find themselves stretched were he to test them, but there's an intrigue to them nonetheless. A hand presses against a bulge and the deity shivers.

It's strange, feeling the twist and wriggle of it against the other man's hand, his own pulling at their restraints.]

Ah... nngh... [what would it be like? Letting these vines drag him to release, nestled in his belly as they like. He'd enjoy it, he thinks, especially with the redhead looking at him like that.] I want... I want...

[He shudders an inhale, peering up at him so sweetly.]

I will— I will take what I'm given... but I want my lord, desperately. Please use me to your heart's content, ask anything of my body and it's yours.

Hm, perhaps I will think on it. Only if you are good.

[another flick of his fingers before he leans back, eyes on the vines writhing inside Zhongli's belly, fucking him relentlessly. the smaller one teasing his cock wraps itself around the length as it strokes him, tip pressed against leaking tip in an effort to tease. Dohalim does have to wonder how he has such precise control over his vines; he had no idea, but it's working in his favour.

as he leans back, his own hand comes up to lazily stroke his own hard cock, thumb swirling around the tip. he lets out a soft sigh, eyes not leaving Zhongli's; he's just so... pretty like this. a god, being brought down to his most primal desires, begging for a mortal to fuck him... even if the corruption isn't present, how could Dohalim refuse him?]

I want to tear you apart... I want those vines pushed so deep in you that your insides will know nothing but them. They've already carved out a home inside of you, I wonder what that must feel like. I want to break you...

But you are no use to me completely broken, am I right? But I do wonder how far you are willing to let me go...

[Zhongli jolts a little at the flick of fingers, a soft whine on his lips as that smaller tendril strokes his cock, presses its tip against his own. every nerve feels like fire as they all writhe, relentless and rough.]

Haaah... I... [the slide of them would be easier to ignore, he thinks, if they were moving in tandem. instead, he's treated to the constant shift of pleasure around his hole, grinding along his prostate and digging deeper in. Dohalim speaks of tearing him apart, and he almost doesn't hear it - but the vines? the vines, he knows, still have space to go.] I am... capable of more than you may... expect.

[voice breathy, he speaks the words almost shyly. the vines, once he's accepted them as a part of Dohalim, feel almost comforting in their absurdity and depth. more still, he has a particularly direct amount of control over his own form, a fact they both know but the Renan... perhaps doesn't know the depth of.]

I-- I cannot let you break me completely, my lord, but I will take everything up to that threshold. [the idea of him watching as his vines fill him practically to bursting, of feeling them squirming around inside him so, is enough to make his cock twitch. his hole already feels like it's pleading for more, pliant even with how much it's already stretched.] My body-- is yours to test as you like...

[ah, to be fucked to oblivion. he still wants the redhead's cock desperately, but the rising state of pure arousal is only serving to make him more greedy, less sensical.]

But I want to... I want to break you... I want to see the blurred lines of where your body ends and my vines begin. I want to see you filled completely with them, only to beg for more. How far will you let me go, I wonder...

[there's that madness in his eyes only present when he's deep in his corruption, when he can't form rational thoughts and he starts going on those mad tangents, as if trying to get those thoughts out of his head.

the vines in Zhongli continue to twist and fuck in and out of him, jutting against his prostate with such force to drive him wild. they're precise in their movements, too precise, which only serves as a reminder of Dohalim's control over that astral energy. amber eyes watch hungrily as those vines press more against the deity's belly, watching them slide up into him just a little more]

With how much you seem to be holding back, it looks like you're just as curious as I am. How much more could you take before you tell me to stop?

[bound as he is, there's little that Zhongli can really do to help anchor him. it doesn't help that he's fighting instinct on top of everything now, shuddering against the press of vines against his prostate.]

That... isn't... haah... [his cock pours uncontrollably with the constant jutting against his prostate, eyes still wet in the overstimulation. the haze of want is so painfully hard to ignore, slurring his words a little.] If you just want me to want you-- them-- ah-

[the vines press against his belly more, deeper, and his lashes flutter. it's almost ironic, how enjoyable it is if he detaches it from the corruption's ill effects. if Dohalim really wanted to do this...]

I'm not-- holding back because of that- nngh! [his hole squeezes tight around the vines as he gets closer to orgasm, shuddering.] I want to-- please you... to make up for my... haah... indiscretion...

[in truth, he can barely remember what brought them here. his cock aches as the vines milk his prostate, pooling into a thick mess between his legs. it's more exhausting somehow, not giving in, but he knows better. to let the corruption do just what it wants... that's definitely not a good choice, in the end. still...]

... they're all so... deep... nngh... already...

[maybe that's the reason why Dohalim's had Zhongli's hands bound behind him, or rather, the corruption's choice in binding him. it seems as if it really is enjoying watching the deity fall to his pleasure like this, to see him so incapacitated and unable to do anything about it. it's a slow torment, to see how long he lasts, but it wants to see him break, it wants to see that snap as Zhongli finally falls to carnal pleasure and indecency.

Dohalim huffs out a soft sigh, before moving to kneel in front of the other man, before leaning in. there's an uncharacteristic gentleness to his next actions, when he's like this; a soft press of lips against the junction of where his jaw and ear meet. his breath is soft and even against his ear, staying there in silence for a moment, before he speaks again. and when he does, Dohalim brings a hand up to press against the bulging of Zhongli's belly, before rubbing it up and down against one of the vines]

It would be easy to give in, would it not? I know you want to. So just do it.

[his voice is soft and sweet, still uncharacteristic for the corruption itself. through their bond, it tries to reach out to the deity, slowly trying to taint it]

Give in, and I will take you completely. Isn't that what you want? Isn't that what you need?

[his body jolts as warm lips press to the junction of jaw and ear, cheeks heated up from arousal and something not quite embarrassment. Dohalim's voice is deliciously sweet somehow, murmured so close to him as a hand presses against his belly, following the shape of a vine.]

Doha... lim...

[weakness. it's pure weakness for the man before him that leaves him trembling so, despite all he knows. give in, he should give in... he wants it so badly, doesn't he? the corruption is right, isn't it?]

... please.

[it's a breathy whisper, his voice trembling. he's so close... the corruption won't get much purchase, but what's already there is twisted seamlessly into it all.]

Please, I need it... need all of you... [is it enough to break him? perhaps in the way the corruption expects, if it expects only this measure of depravity. that's something he would freely give to Dohalim, but more still, it's what the corruption wants. it's not so bad, is it? either way, his voice is breathy, almost close to laughter.] Give me more, take me... take all of me...

[he can't handle it anymore. his whole body feels like it's on fire with need and pleasure, and Dohalim is right there. if there's even a chance... ah, even if he denies him his cock altogether, at least he's so close. the deity wishes he could bury his face in his shoulder, bury his moans and tears into dark skin, but they remain on display instead.]

[ah, there it is. there's an almost gleeful look on Dohalim's face as Zhongli gives into the sensation of it all. whatever and however the corruption can seep into their bond, it takes advantage of it, tugging on it in an effort to break down more of Zhongli's inner constitutions.

his hand slides down from the deity's belly, to wrap his fingers around his cock, stroking it with quick, fervent tugs. he heard the near laughter in Zhongli's voice, his near hysterics, and he thinks to himself just how much more could he push him to get to the point of delirium? how many times can he make the god cum until he can't think straight anymore?]

Aw, poor little dragon, left helpless at the hands of corruption. And he's enjoying it. Isn't that right? Tell me that I'm right, and maybe I'll give you what you want...

Nnh--ah-

[his arms tug at the vines as a hand wraps around his cock, fervent strokes almost painful in that moment, with his cock still dripping uncontrollably. he's given all of himself, really, to Dohalim and this corruption in this moment, trusting only in his natural inclinations to keep his mind strong enough to recover after this.]

I-- I-! [he can't stop himself from cumming, either, as if he wasn't already leaking from the vines' relentless teasing. the strain of it is in his tone thereafter, body trembling.] Y-yes- please, I-- more, please, I want-- I want...

[ah, this is so dangerous. his head tilts despite the vine tugging at his ponytail, nails digging into the restraints on instinct alone.]

Want more... deeper, harder... my body is all yours, Dohalim...

[it's such a small defiance, one that he hopes is as easy to misconstrue as dizzy pleasure as it feels. the reminder, to himself and to Dohalim wherever his senses rest, that even like this, he still wants the Renan. even if the corruption twists everything to the extreme, surely there's a part of him that still remains in all of it.]

[there's a slight pull of something in the back of Dohalim's mind, as if he's trying to regain control of himself, but the corruption shoves him back into his corner, buried under cold darkness. it's not done, not yet, not until Zhongli is left a fucked out mess, reminded that he has no right to leave his side for so long. doesn't he see that his place is by his side? he promised he wouldn't leave and yet...

he runs a hand through Zhongli's hair, before sharply pulling his head back to look at him. eyes narrow slightly as he watches him, before letting his gaze trail down to the mess on the ground]

Lord Dohalim.

[it's a sharp reminder of what Zhongli should address him as. Dohalim lets go of his hair before he flicks his hand to dispel the vines save for the ones holding the deity's wrists bound. they slide out of him with ease before retreating back into some recess of the garden, leaving Zhongli empty. he watches for a moment more before the vines unbind the other's wrists, only to pull them up over his head and stretch him up as if to display him for Dohalim to see]

Are all gods as greedy as you are? Or are you just that desperate?

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