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What a sight Zhongli makes while cumming. He lifts his hips one more time and then takes him to the hilt. His legs shake on his grip, his back arches beautifully and the already tight insides clench his length until they are dripping fluids.
Ah, he squirted. Ajax chuckles a bit and, when the omega seems to want to pull out, wraps the slim waist easily in both hands to make him stay in place.
Zhongli's body collapses on his chest when he starts thrusting again, this time only focusing on chasing his own release. He hears some incoherent mumbles between gasps, that turn into moans and sobs when Zhongli slowly abandons his post-orgasmic haze, realizing what is happening.
“A-Ajax—” Seems really difficult to talk while being fucked like this, so he stops for a moment, “you… you c-can't— ah!” only for the next thrust to make Zhongli's body shudder.
“Sorry, what?” He asks, a sharp grin on his face while he pounds into that perfect heat and forces apart those soft walls.
Again, Zhongli struggles to talk between broken sobs and moans. His words tremble and wobble. “D-Don't— inside!”
“Oh, you don't want me to cum inside?” He asks, and Zhongli, fucked out of words, only nods. “Uhm, then pull out yourself.”
The omega whines and looks at him. His eyes are slightly unfocused, full of tears. There is a pout in his swollen lips, that seems to ask him if it isn't obvious he can't move his body, overstimulated and with the alpha's strong grip keeping him in place.
Teasing, Ajax lets go of the brunette's waist. Zhongli puts his hands on the broad chest to find some support, but when he tries to lift up, he collapses again.
Another try ends in another fail.
Zhongli whimpers, and this time his voice is small and desperate. “I c-can't move…”
Ajax hums.
Zhongli is so cute like this, fearful and ashamed, with his cock buried deeply inside his womb and crying, just one step apart from breaking. Now that he's completely at his mercy, how not to play a little?
Cupping one of the omega's cheeks, he gently caresses the soft, red skin, and cleans some of tears that don't stop falling.
“Ask properly and I'll help you.”
And Zhongli, lovely and obedient, leans against the touch and meets his gaze with those pretty eyes and long, wet lashes. The eyeliner smudged makes the sight of Zhongli begging so sinful.
To have this whimpering, sweet thing on his lap — what a perfect mate.
“Ajax, please…” The pout on his lips trembles, like he's about to burst in tears again. “Please— it hurts.”
The alpha sucks a sharp breath between his teeth. He hasn't thought of that. “Good boy.”
As promised, he gently pulls out. The bulge on Zhongli's lower belly disappears as he moans and hisses.
So it was really hurting him.
Ajax groans and holds the omega's body tightly when he collapses once more. Like this, he can feel how the brunette tenses when he starts moving again. This time, the head of his cock slides between the lips of his pussy, only poking but not entering.
Zhongli shakes in fear.
“I haven't cum yet, darling.” He is quick to soothe and hush his mate when he starts crying again. “So stay still and don't make me hurt you again.”
He grips Zhongli's waist and starts rubbing all his length in a reckless pace. The omega's entrance must be sore, judging by the way he starts whining and sobbing immediately, trying his best to not move away.
Ajax smiles and puts the tip of his cock inside, gently, feeling the tempting heat and amazing tightness around him. Zhongli keens as he slides in, only to pull out after a few seconds. The grinding resumes.
Zhongli is so broken by now, so wrecked. He can see it on his face, in the way thick tears fall through his red cheeks and his eyes flutter shut, rolling to his skull.
He is about to cum again just from pain, how lovely.
His body trembles between his arms, and the grip of those small hands becomes loose, like he's almost passing out — he will pass out if Ajax keeps fucking him like this.
The alpha closes his eyes, feeling his own release close, just a few grinds more—
Zhongli's squirms on his lap with the force of his orgasm. His thighs quiver and his back arches violently, enough for him to lose the angle. He seems too fucked out and lost after the second orgasm to know what he just did.
Ah.
Something red flashes before his eyes.
“Bitch.”
The omega doesn't have time to process what is happening, before his body is tossed and pressed against the sheets.
When Ajax slaps his ass, he drinks in the sight of Zhongli muffling a cry in the pillow and desperately hugging it, terrified.
Another slap meets the tender skin. “What a whore you are, Zhongli.” And another one. “A crying little bitch who doesn't want to be bred.” And another one. “Asking as if you have a word in this.”
The slaps continue even when Ajax loses the count.
Zhongli is reduced to nothing but a sobbing mess that doesn't have the strength to stay upright, if it weren't for the alpha's bruising grip. All his body screams in sore pain, but for Ajax, is a masterpiece, a perfect pet and wife for him to fuck and breed whenever he wants.
The ass cheeks are red, and in a couple days, the marks will be lovely — like the ones around his neck he told him not to cover, reminding him what he's capable to do and who is in charge.
Indeed, a perfect wife, docile and pliant.
“I didn't want to hurt you, Zhongli,” he says, before taking his hard length and giving it a few strokes. He pokes the clenched entrance first, sliding slowly until the head is in. “But this is what you made me do. You'd do well to remember.” And in a merciless, rough thrust, he bottoms out.
The omega can only cry on the pillow.
He really doesn't like to be hurt. After Ajax punishes him, or even when they have a small discussion, he becomes a soft, clingy thing that apologizes everytime he has the chance, showing his absolute submission and willing to do everything his alpha asks him to do.
So now, he stays still—he can't move anyways—and Ajax fucks him against the mattress like a simple doll. His womb doesn't put any resistance, and he only sobs and whimpers until the knot stretches his walls open, leaving him so full.
Ajax knows why Zhongli didn't want him to cum inside — he's on the peak of his fertility this month, and didn't take the suppressant today, so a pregnancy is guaranteed.
But Zhongli is small, weak and his, so what can he do but be obedient and take what Ajax gives?
When he turns Zhongli around, he leans for a small kiss against his lips and on his forehead. “Look at me, darling.” He asks, but Zhongli can only see blurry dots between tears and on the verge of unconsciousness. “Ah, sleep well.”
-
Later, Zhongli wakes up properly wrapped around warm sheets and protected by a familiar heat against his back. Ajax's broad chest steadily moves when he breathes, and his body is really grateful to feel this after all that intense pain.
There is a hand around his belly, and he hesitates for a few seconds before putting his above and stroking the calloused skin.
He lets out a trembling sigh and closes his eyes again.