In my blood...

[ilqaras]

[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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[geocash]

[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...

[ilqaras]

[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?

[geocash]

[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.]

[ilqaras]

[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...

[geocash]

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.]

[ilqaras]

[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?

[geocash]

Loh--lord-

[his lashes flutter as he stumbles over the word, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. too soon, the vines slide free of him, eliciting a whine from the deity. his tail curls as soon as it's released, grazing the ground. the remaining ones release his wrists, but before he can move them return to pull them up, setting his torso on display and raising him up off his knees at least a little.]

Nngh-- ah- for you... I can't help it. [tail curling behind him, he licks his lips, trying to ignore the utterly empty feeling inside him.] Of course I'm greedy for you... I want all of you, lord Dohalim. It has nothing to do with me being a god.

[as long as he keeps saying his name, he's sure it'll be alright. probably. honestly, he's entirely too horny after that vine-fucking to do anything less than plead for more.]