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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]
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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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...
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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.]
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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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[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.]