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Tags: Zhongli x reader, non-con, dubious con, vaginal sex, anal sex

( 7/12/23 UPDATE: PART 2 )

Planet Befall

in the midst of all the carnage, there’s only one thing in your mind.

you failed. you failed to protect your country, your home. the fading screams from your fellow countrymen, the iron stench of blood—they’re not quite getting to you yet. all that’s running in your mind is that you failed, you failed, you failed.

you don’t know where your captain is, but with all the dead bodies surrounding you, none of them have a head of hair quite as light as dainsleif, which could mean he’s still out there. there’s a modicum of relief in your chest, but it’s not enough to drown everything else out.

your mind doesn’t quite clear, but finally, finally the smell of blood and rotting bodies is getting to you. if the guilt of your failure to protect khaenri’ah wasn’t enough to sicken you, surely the smell would finish the job.

‘i’m sorry to you guys…i failed as your second in command and the protector of khaenri’ah.” you faintly whisper, you notice that you’re kneeling on the ground. you look at your sword and wonder, ‘would it be worth it to keep going? do i still have a purpose if my country is no more?’

your grip tightens around your sword as you attempt to ground yourself—if you can’t at least do the job you and the rest of the knights were assigned to do, you can at least use whatever remaining strength you have to fight to the bitter end.

you don’t know what happened to the rest of your squad. worst comes to worst, they were annihilated like the rest. you and dainsleif, whose exact whereabouts are currently unknown, are the only ones remaining, and as much as you want to cry, you can’t.

you snap out of your thoughts and feelings, and you slowly get up from the ground. ‘why does my sword feel heavier than usual? am i having second thoughts?’ you notice you’re trembling. from fear? despair? it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t deter you from picking up your sword and pointing it at the figure in front of you.

morax. he was massive compared to you, clad in white with accents of gold and black. his exposed arms are the color of obsidian and fade into gold, geometric lines embellishing down the skin.

this… this is an archon. an archon—one of those who destroyed khaen’riah like it was nothing. you start to shake again, but this time it’s out of rage.

he lets out a dark chuckle as he looks down at you, and it only serves to fuel your anger. “this is getting interesting...” he muses, and his amber eyes glow with curiosity.

without thinking, you lunge at morax and ready your sword to strike, but he doesn’t even flinch when it hits him square in the chest. instead, the sword shatters, and your eyes go wide in shock. before you can even react, he reaches his arm out, grabbing your neck and lifting you up. you cough, kicking your feet as you struggle to get out of his grasp, that in return only made him grip harder.

“insolent brat. you dare disrespect the almighty geo archon?” he asks while squeezing your neck. your coughing grows erratic and when you see your hands are around his wrist, you notice the size difference. your smaller hands try to pry his larger hand off your neck, but he replies by squeezing even harder. he stares at you with a scowl.

he relinquishes his hand from your neck, leaving you to fall. you land on the floor with a loud thud, followed by your gasps for air, and you feel sweat bead at your forehead.

morax stares at your heaving form, laughing maniacally. “ah, you mortals are so interesting and so weak and so… inferior,” he states with an amused tone. you slowly get up from the ground, still heaving.

despite knowing your efforts will be futile, you take out your dagger and throw it at morax. the damn bastard dodges, but you consider it a minor victory when the dagger grazes his cheek. morax takes his hand to touch the fresh wound, then retracts it from the wound to bring it into his sight. his eyes go wide with anger as soon as he sees the golden blood on his fingers, and amber irises dart over to you.

“a mere mortal dares to do this to an archon?!” he extends his arm and backhands you, hard. his slap causes you to fly a few meters back, and to fall unceremoniously to the ground. a familiar copper taste floods your taste buds and you lightly rub your cheek before spitting out the blood.

“seems you’re not so mighty now, archon. it seems that you’re the inferior one,” you sneer. enraged, morax picks up the dagger next to him and stalks toward you, clutching it tightly in his fist. You frantically try to scope back when you notice the figure enclosing the distance. unfortunately, morax teleports next to you, causing you to scream. he stops your attempt to escape with a foot on your chest, pinning you harshly to the ground. you coughed again as a response, and morax only presses down on you harder. you closed your eyes and turned your head to the side, suppressing your screams so you don’t give him the satisfaction of knowing you’re in pain.

“that’s no fun,” he presses his foot harder into your chest again.

you gave in and you screamed.

“music to my ears,” he laughs while twisting his foot into your chest with a big maniacal grin. finally, he stops twisting his foot around and takes it off your chest, and drops down on his knees.

but then, he gets on top of you, and your blood runs cold, immediately fearing the worst. “get off me!” you yell in desperation.

morax ignores you, dragging the dagger down your shirt, from collar to hem. his large hand grabs your ruined shirt and rips it from your body, and tosses it aside. out of reflex, your arm moves to cover your chest, but morax is faster—he pins your arms with one huge hand above your head. you squirm around in his hold, and he brings the dagger towards your chest and cuts your bra, discarding it as quickly as he did your shirt.

he withdraws the dagger from your chest and places it on your cheek before leaving a cut, causing you to wince. his tongue peeks from his lips, and morax leans down to your face, his breath hot against your skin. you can feel him lick the blood slowly oozing from the wound, and your face contorts from disgust.

you spit at morax, “archon scum, you’ll never break me.”

“you little shit,” he snarls, “you need to be taught a lesson on respect.” morax moves away and tosses the dagger aside. with that same hand, he grips your scalp, nails digging into your skin. he forcefully lifts your head up as he rises to his feet so that you’re on your knees while he stands above you. you fight against morax’s strength, despite the futility.

“the more you fight against me, the more i’ll want to snap you in two,” he grins as he peers down at your struggling form. “your thrashing is useless, yet it’s amazingly entertaining.” morax pushes down his pants and pulls out his flaccid cock.

you desperately claw at morax’s wrist, trying to free yourself. this only serves to enrage him more as he forces your head up to face his cock. you grimace at the appendage and instinctively you move away from his cock, but he stops this by pushing you closer to it.

“you have one job, knight of khaenri’ah. suck my cock and make me hard so i can defile you.” he orders you, his grin from earlier replaced by an apathetic gaze.

“fuck you, i’ll never let that happen! i’ll kill you and all the other archons!” you spit.

“my, my, what a dirty mouth you have on you,” he sneers.

he takes his cock in his hand and drags it across your face, chuckling darkly all the while. you hold back your tears of frustration while being humiliated, keeping all the words you still want to hurl at him all to yourself—you know there’s no point in wasting your breath.

morax’s amber eyes fill with a mixture of lust and hatred while staring at your half-naked, smaller form. as he drags his cock against your face, you can feel it start to harden. you feel a wet sensation smeared across your lips, and you cringe at the newfound feeling on your face.

‘is that precum?! this depraved archon is getting off at this cruel behavior?!’ you internally scream. morax smacks his cock across your face, snapping you out of your thoughts. this… foreign feeling of his hardening dick plopping across your cheek makes you want to cry but you can’t give in. you can’t.

no matter how used you feel right now, no matter how filthy he’ll make you feel once he’s done with you, you can’t—you won’t give him that satisfaction.

‘i must do this for khaenri’ah. i must be strong for my country and my fellow knights. i can’t let this dishonor me,’ you think to yourself, and the thought alone brings you a sliver of comfort.

another slap pulls you to the present moment—this time, however, it’s harsher and you notice his cock is fully hard. morax lets go of your hair to push you to the ground, and he presses his large hand onto your chest. he materalizes a dagger out of thin air with pure geo energy.

“these have to go now,” he places the dagger tip on top of your pants, and slowly drags it down, just as he did with your shirt and bra. without thinking, you kick the dagger out of his hand in an attempt to preserve your dignity in the names of the royal knights and khaenri’ah.

in response, he angrily rips at your pants, then your panties. “the knights didn’t teach you manners, did they?” he asks rhetorically.

you try to close your legs, the last barrier between him and your virginity and dignity, but he pries them open with ease. he gives his cock a few pumps while lining up at the entrance of your slit. a stream of desperate, “no, no, no!” and pleas of begging falls from your mouth as you dig your nails deep into the ground to move yourself back. your fingertips are bleeding from the harsh friction.

morax steadies your hips with a grip harsh enough to leave bruises. “ah-ah-ah, no running away, little knight,” he taunts you with a sing-song voice. he moves you to the tip of his cock, before forcing himself into your entrance.

with a pained cry, you thrash underneath him and swat at his hands, but it does nothing to deter him as he continues to push into you.

you scream and thrash for your captain, hoping and wishing to see him magically appear to save you from morax. ‘captain… help me… please!’

“so tight,” he grunts through gritted teeth. you scream and yell as tears swell in your eyes, and you continue to scream until your voice becomes hoarse. you can feel it as blood trickles down your legs, and through your blurred vision, you can see the gold, white and black colors of the archon hovering above you.

you hate him. you hate him. you hate him.

morax groans with satisfaction as he finally bottoms out, and you feel so full.

so full, so wrong. so dirty. this can’t be happening.

without giving you time to adjust, he begins to move, and the cruel bastard starts slowly, like he’s stretching this out for as long as he can. you groan from the pain of the stretch.

“this is the tightest pussy i’ve ever had in all the women of this godforsaken nation.” he mutters against your neck before biting, eliciting another pained noise from you, and you note that his teeth are sharper than any normal man’s. he sucks and licks onto the area until he can see a hickey form; once he’s satisfied, he moves around your skin, leaving a trail of hickeys and bite marks in his wake.

‘did he do this to other women too…?! how despic- ‘ before you can even finish that thought, he delivers a hard thrust. you can’t stop yourself from squirming, trying to keep your mouth shut.

“oh? nothing to say, little knight?” he taunts. “when did you get so shy all of a sudden, darling?” his large hand captures your breast and gives it a firm squeeze, causing you to squeak. he continues to fondle with your breasts and plays with your nipple until it hardens, in which he hums in satisfaction. at some point, he leans down towards the nipple and sucks on it. another mewl escapes you, and he harshly bites the pebbling skin.

your cunt tightens around him, and morax groans, “such a little whore for khaenri’ah, despite being a virgin.” he lets out a haughty laugh as he places his hand on your neck and aggressively thrusts. you notice his pace is getting erratic.

“i’m so close, already, i’m gonna cum in you and dispose of you like the trash you are.” a pang of fear hits you square in the chest, but before you can cry out, his grip around your neck tightens. you start to cough, your lungs squeezing for air.

morax’s breathing starts to get heavy and you notice him heaving and slowing down. “take my seed you filth,” he snarls, loosening his grip on your neck, and you try to thrash, but to no avail. no, no, no, if he cums inside, you’ll—!

“not inside! stop!” you cry, shaking your head, but it’s too late; morax stills and you feel his cock twitch inside of you, flooding you with an unfamiliar warmth. you feel your tears swelling up before falling down your cheeks as he cums inside you.

no, no… you feel so full…morax lazily thrusts a few times to empty himself out into you. he pulls out, his cock still hard and covered in your blood and fluids and his semen. a mixture of blood and cum trickles out of you, pouring on the ground beneath you.

“i’m not confident that you learned your lesson in respect just yet” he spreads your pussy open to see his results, and you can hear him click his tongue, unsatisfied.

“brats like you must be taught respect,” he takes his cock and positions it against your asshole.

‘no! he’s not going to do what i think he’s going to do, right?! do archons just have a lot of energy…?!’

“morax, please have mercy—” you’re cut off by the feeling of his tip pushing into your ass. you sharply inhale and try to close your legs.

morax lets out an annoyed sigh. “did you not learn anything whatsoever from the last round?” irritated, he pries your legs apart and puts you in a mating press, your thighs flush against your chest.

“put me down!” but he cuts you off again, forcing himself inside your ass. you let out a scream and tears stream down your face. you sob as morax forcefully pushes inside to bottom out. morax bottoms out and groans. he starts moving immediately and you beg him to stop, but as always, your pleas fall on deaf ears.

he covers your mouth as he continues to thrust into your ass. “that’s better,” he muses, and his pace continues to speed up.

‘is he about to cum again?! that quickly?!

suddenly, he slows down to angle at a certain spot inside of your anal walls. your groans of discomfort are muffled by his hand.

“i think you’re getting better at showing me the respect i deserve, brat.” he says, and you profusely nod your head, not out of genuine respect but from wanting this to be over quickly. your eyes are red from crying, stains of dried tears and snot all over your face.

“say you like getting fucked in the ass by morax. say it! say it little khaenri’ahian,” he grits. out of defiance, you remain quiet underneath him, giving him a glare.

irritated, morax pushes your thighs against your chest even closer so he can go deeper inside of you, angling his cock in a way that makes you moan lowly, the glare disappearing. a small low chuckle reverberates from his throat.

“so it seems you do enjoy being used huh? you’ve served your purpose well.” you lay beneath him, looking fucked out because of him.

morax peers down at you, triumphant at his success at breaking you. “this is the result of godless arrogant nations who think they’re better than us.” he snarls in between thrusts. “the heavens will fall upon you and wreck havoc.” he continues to thrust at that particular angle, causing a string of mewls and moans to fall from your lips.

your voice is hoarse from moaning, screaming and yelling, and you don't have anything to lose at this point. you’ve accepted your fate, whatever that is, and you accepted khaenri’ah and its people, history, culture, and even you will be forgotten. that you failed your duty and your people and friends, and most importantly your captain.

‘dainsleif…’

these thoughts make your tired, irritated eyes produce more tears. you’re brought back to the painful reality by a familiar twitching feeling inside of you, followed by the feeling of fullness and warmth. morax, once again, lazily pumps himself a few times make sure to empty himself. he remains inside your ass, and you can feel his cock soften within your walls.

he pulls out, his cum spilling out of your holes. your pussy and ass twitch from the emptiness and the stretch of the geo archon’s cock. morax collects himself as you lay there, putting his flaccid cock inside of his pants without much ceremony. you close your eyes and mentally say your last goodbyes and apologies and you embrace death with one final sigh.

i’m sorry. live on, captain.

you feel him put his larger hand over your neck. he states “ mortals never fail to amuse me with how easily they can break. even the strongest ones like yourself.” he gives your neck a squeeze, and just like that, he snaps it like it’s nothing. that is the very last thing you feel.

humming satisfactorily, morax leaves a gold geo symbol on your mangled neck before getting back up and walking away from your corpse.

…

dainsleif is the one who finds your lifeless body. eyes wide in horror, he rushes over to your corpse and notices the dry snot and tears stained onto your face, your misshapen neck, the marks left on your soft delicate body, your torn and scattered clothes around the area. the smell of iron and copper, along with the smell of lingering sex, hits his nose, and he realizes.

you had faced off against an archon, and paid the price for it. dainsleif bites back his tears as he looks down and sees the mixture of drying blood and cum between and on your thighs. he was too late—if he had been minutes earlier, he could have saved you.

dainsleif starts to shake, feeling the tears rolling down his face. he bends down and leans in to whisper to your body, “i’m so sorry that i failed to protect you.” he places his forehead on yours and closes his eyes, and as caresses your cold hand, he notices the ring he gave you as a gift for your promotion into second-in-command was gone. you were so careful with your belongings, so that would mean…

‘which archon would do such a despicable thing to you?’ he ponders.

a short while later~

dainsleif’s face was pale, eyes red from crying, voice hoarse from screaming and yelling in anger from his failures. he hears footsteps approaching, but doesn’t react even when they increase in volume. the steps stop behind him.

“who’s there?” he asks in a hoarse quiet tone, and a short blonde boy walks over.

“is that…?!” he asked in shock, materializing a khaenri’ahian royal guard flag in his hand. he clutches his hand with the cloth in it and he bends down to dainsleif, clapping his hand on his shoulder. “i’ll take care of her. i’ll be gentle.” he says in a gentle manner. he gives his shoulder an empathetic rub. the boy seems apologetic for his loss.

“i’m sorry that this happened…” the boy starts, “but you have to be strong for yourself and khaenri’ah. [name] wouldn’t want to see you like this. we both know she didn’t deserve this, and i promise we’ll get revenge against the monster who did this to her.”

dain nods. “thank you, aether.” he reluctantly lets you go and aether gently guides him away from you. he materializes a flower out of thin air, using his abyssal power—an inteyvat.

dain places the flower down next to your cold body, and both bend to cover you with the cloth. while covering you up aether noticed a faint small glowing geo symbol on your mangled neck and his eyes widen with realization, then rage.

‘did the geo archon do this?!’ after an eternity of internal battle of debate, aether decides not to tell dain to save his feelings, and his and [name]’s dignity. to save whatever pride of khaenri’ah was left.

they both get back up after dainsleif places the flower on top of your covered body. “here, [name],” he says softly, “my one last gift to you, it’s your favorite flower.” he gives your covered face one last caress and gets back up.

aether bows his head as a sign of respect, and both remain silent for a moment, staring at your covered body with the flower on top. “we’re sorry for failing you and khaenri’ah. i swear i will one day bring this nation back to the glory it once was.”

both men walk away from you, letting you rest peacefully.

—

“…and that was apart of the reason why your sibling wanted to join the abyss order.”

“wow… we’re really sorry to hear that, dainsleif, we didn’t know that happened to you.”

the floating girl solemnly says, and the blonde female traveler next to her had a sympathetic look on her face after hearing the story.

“...it’s all in the past now,” dainsleif quietly says with a thin lined lipped expression, then falls silent and looks down at the sumeran soil. the blond traveler, lumine, realizes that dainsleif needs to be left alone right now.

“let’s give him some space, paimon. i’ll go buy you some snacks.” lumine says softly, beckoning to paimon with a hand before turning back to dainsleif.

“we’ll be back later! thanks for everything, dainsleif.” paimon waves at him. “[name] was so lucky to know a reliable guy like you, ad may she rest in peace. we’re here for you if you need anything.” she and lumine notice a small smile across dainsleif’s face.

while walking around for the snacks she’d promised her companion, lumine stops at a flower shop and looks at a particular bouquet of flowers. the flowers are white and have five petals, but in each flower, one of the petals is a pale blue.

‘those are the ones dainsleif described,’ she thinks, and she decides to purchase them. then, after some more walking, lumine pipes up.

“hey, paimon, you know the ring dainsleif described that he gave [name]?”

“yeah! wasn’t that the ring mr. zhongli was wearing? how did he even get that, and should we even tell dainsleif? doesn’t he deserve the closure of finding out who did that to her?”

“of course he does, but we have no proof besides knowing about the ring. if we do that we could be endangering him and ourselves. he needs to find that out on his own.”

“oh…” paimon frowns, crossing her arms.

“one thing that bothers paimon is that how could an archon do that stuff to a mortal? even though khaenri’ah was a godless nation… poor [name]... she didn’t deserve that.”

both lumine and paimon are sick to their stomachs just thinking about it. silence befalls them and leaves a lingering thought in their minds: ’what else has been erased or altered from history? and what else do we not know about teyvat?

paimon waves her tiny arm in the air. “dain, we’re back!”

dainsleif turns to them and nods, acknowledging their presence.

“we got you something,” lumine holds the flowers to him, and shock flashes across his face.

“are these…” he takes the flowers from her gratefully. “thank you traveler and paimon. would both of you like to come to the ruins of khaenri’ah with me and place these on [name]?”

“aww, of course, dain! we would love to!”

the three arrive and walk to the spot dainsleif described having found your body. the makeshift shroud is tinged from age and fairly dirty with some holes, but otherwise it seems to be in semi-good condition. lumine and paimon pay their respects from afar while dain puts the flowers on top of you.

“paimon wonders how your brother dealt with the fall of khaenri’ah…” paimon says sadly.

lumine is silent, looking over at dainsleif’s crouched form over you before glancing over at paimon, then back at the khaenri’ahn ruins. she recalls her time in sumeru, inazuma, liyue and mondstadt, then ponders over her future adventures. throughout this train of thought, one singular thing stands out in all the jumbled feelings and thoughts, echoing loudly.

‘who is the true enemy in tevyat? and the journey aether mentioned that he partook in… is this the journey he talked about? and am i on the right side of history? what is the truth of teyvat? and most importantly, will i ever see aether again?’

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