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Tartaglia doesn't know how she got into this position, being pressed into the mattress by the geo archon and having her pussy completely ravaged by that thick cock of his, but here she is, enjoying every single moment of it.
Zhongli's deep, steady thrusts are like waves crashing into the shore, powerful yet rhythmic, filling her up and making her moan like she never has before. She can feel his weight on her, his muscular body pressing her down into the bed, and she loves it.
Her eyes are squeezed shut, mouth parted in a silent scream, as the pleasure builds up inside of her. Zhongli's hands are on her hips, gripping tightly as he pumps into her, his movements growing more urgent with every passing second. Her nails dig into the sheets, her body arching off the bed as she tries to get even closer to him.
She arrived in Liyue to retrieve the Geo Gnosis, two years of her stay in Liyue resulted in a fruitless search for the gnosis, unbeknownst to her that the man she held affection for and her friend during her stay, Mr.Zhongli is the geo archon she was searching for.
Zhongli knew her identity as an enemy of his homeland, but he couldn't bring himself to harm her. He had seen the loneliness in her eyes, the desperation she had to hide from her comrades. And now, in a twist of fate, she's here in his bed, her body writhing in ecstasy beneath his own after his betrayal after the Osial incident.
Zhongli's breathing starts to become ragged, his thrusts more erratic as he feels Tartaglia's body tighten around him. Her walls are clenching down on his cock, a clear sign that she's close to climax. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to her neck, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. The contrast between his tender actions and the brutal pounding he's giving her is not lost on Tartaglia, and she can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions: pleasure, confusion, hatred, and a hint of love.
"I hate you.." she manages out through her moans, the words a mere whisper against the sweat-soaked skin of Zhongli's neck. Her legs are wrapped around his waist, drawing him deeper, urging him on despite the venom in her voice.
Zhongli's eyes flicker with a hint of sadness, but he doesn't stop, understanding that she's lost in the overwhelming current of sensations.
The room is a cacophony of sounds - the slap of skin on skin, the wetness of their passion, the ragged breaths escaping their lips. Zhongli's grip on her hips tightens as he feels the tension in her body peak. He slams into her one last time, and with a cry that's a mix of pleasure and pain, Tartaglia shatters, her orgasm ripping through her like a lightning bolt.
Her pussy spasms around his cock, and he can't hold back any longer. With a roar that echoes through the room, Zhongli releases his load deep inside her, filling her up with his warmth.
Tartaglia defeated and fucked out of her brain, collapses onto the bed, her body trembling from the aftershocks of her climax. Zhongli follows, his weight pressing her into the soft mattress as he catches his breath. He pulls out of her slowly, his cock glistening with their mixed fluids.
The sight of him, still hard and covered in her essence, sends another jolt of arousal through her, despite her exhaustion. She opens her eyes to look at him, and for a moment, their gazes lock. In his eyes, she sees a complex web of emotions - regret, desire, and something else she can't quite place.
"I hate you, Morax." The venom in her voice is clear. "You play me as a villain, as a fool." She took a ragged breath. "Do you enjoy it?" She asked, her eyes searching his for any shred of guilt, but all she found was a gentle, sad smile.
"My love." Zhongli gently said, as if talking to a small stupid child, "I've never seen you as either. You are a puzzle, a riddle wrapped in an enigma, and I cannot help but want to know you, all of you." He wipes the sweat from her brow, and she flinches at his touch.
His betrayal, going behind her back to seal a contract with her god, Tsaritsa has hurt her deeply. Yet, here she is, with him, in his chambers, her body still quaking from the intense orgasm he had just given her. Zhongli's tender touch only adds to the turmoil of emotions she's feeling.
"Childe," Zhongli says, his voice a low rumble, "I never wanted to deceive you." He runs his thumb over her plump lower lip, tracing the softness there. "But I had to protect my people, my Liyue."
Her eyes narrow at his touch, and she pushes his hand away. "And what about me? What am I to you, Zhongli? A tool? A toy?" Her voice is laced with anger, the words biting, but there's a hint of vulnerability that she can't quite mask.
He sighs heavily, sitting up on the bed. His body is a sculpted masterpiece, glistening in the dim candlelight. "No, my dear. You are much more than that." He looks down at her, his expression unreadable. "You are... a complication. A beautiful, infuriating, complication."
Tartaglia's anger flares up, igniting her cheeks. "A complication? That's all I am to you?" She pushes herself up, the sheets sliding down to expose her bare breasts, her nipples still hard from the passion they had just shared. Zhongli's eyes flicker down to them before returning to hers, a silent apology in his gaze.
"Is that what you think of me? After all, we've been through, after... this?" She gestures between their intertwined bodies, still sticky with the evidence of their lovemaking. Zhongli's hand reaches out to caress her cheek, but she swats it away.
"No, Childe." His voice is firm, yet filled with a warmth she can't ignore. "You're not just a complication. You're a puzzle piece I never knew I was missing."
He stands, his cock still semi-hard and the muscles of his back flexing as he walks over to the window. "But I have my duties, my responsibilities to uphold. And you... you are a harbinger of the Fatui, a force that threatens the very balance I've sworn to protect."
Tartaglia's eyes follow his movements, the anger in her chest warring with the desire to reach out to him. She knows he's right. Her loyalties are torn between the Fatui and this man she's come to care for.
Zhongli's back is to her, the moonlight casting a silhouette of his powerful form. She can see the tension in his shoulders, the weight of his decision etched into every line of his body.
Tartaglia let out silent tears, the man she has loved cannot belong to her. She felt like a pawn in a chessboard, used by her god and now used by the man she had come to love. "What am I supposed to do now?" She whispers to herself, the room is quiet except for their heavy breathing.
Zhongli's silence was deafening, she could feel the distance between them growing wider, the space between their bodies echoing the gap in their hearts.
Turning away from the window, Zhongli walks back to her, his steps deliberate and measured. He reaches out a hand, and after a moment's hesitation, she takes it. He pulls her to her feet, and she wobbles slightly, her legs still shaky from the intense pleasure he had just given her. He leads her to the edge of the bed, sitting down and tugging her down onto his lap.
Her body fits against his like they were two pieces of a puzzle that had finally found their place. Zhongli wraps his arms around her waist, holding her tightly as she straddles him. He looks into her eyes, his own filled with a determination she's never seen before.
"I will not lie to you, Childe," Zhongli says, his voice a gentle rumble. "I cannot give you what you want. But I can offer you this - a choice. Choose your path, and I will support you, regardless of the consequences."
Tartaglia seething with anger at his words, she felt like she was on the edge of a cliff, looking down into an abyss of uncertainty. She knew that she couldn't stay in Liyue forever, not with the Fatui breathing down her neck for results. "A choice?" She spat, her voice laced with skepticism. "What kind of choice can you offer me? To betray my god for a man who sees me as a 'complication'?"
She pushes him away and stands on her shaking legs, his cum sliding down from her puffy hole, making a wet sound as it sticks to her thighs. Zhongli watches her, his expression unreadable, his cock still half-hard between his legs. She grabs her clothes, pulling them on hastily, trying to cover herself from his gaze.
"Is that all I am to you?" She says, her voice shaking with unshed tears. "A complication that you'll solve when it's convenient?" Zhongli sighs, his eyes never leaving hers. "I wish it were that simple, my dear. But it's not." He stands, reaching out to her again, but she flinches away from his touch.
"I will never betray her grace, Tsaritsa!" Tartaglia shouted at him, her voice echoing in the room, "I will never choose you over her!" She yanked on her clothes, the fabric clinging to her wet skin. Zhongli's eyes followed her every move, the pain in his gaze unmistakable.
He knew he had no right to ask for such a thing, but the desperation in his heart was too strong to be silenced. "Then, what do you wish for, Tartaglia?" Zhongli asked, his voice low and thick with unspoken emotions. "Do you wish to continue this dance of deception and passion, knowing that it can only lead to heartache and conflict?"
"I want this to end... after this, we should go back to how we were, I will play my part until I am called back to Snezhnaya." Tartaglia's voice was cold, a stark contrast to the heat of their recent passion. She turned her back to him, fastening her clothes as if they were armor against his words.
Zhongli felt a sharp pain in his chest, but he nodded. "As you wish, Harbinger." He didn't miss the way she flinched at the title. It was a stark reminder of the reality of their situation. He knew he had to let her go, even if it meant letting go of the one person who had breached the stoic walls he had built around himself for centuries.
Tartaglia didn't look back as she walked to the door, her steps heavy with the weight of their unspoken goodbye. Zhongli watched her, his heart feeling like it was being crushed beneath the weight of his power. He had never felt so powerless in the face of his own emotions. He knew that she was hurt and that he was the one who had caused it, but he also knew that he had to prioritize the safety of Liyue and its people.
As she left the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click, Zhongli sank back onto the bed, his head in his hands. The scent of their love lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of what could never be. He knew that he had to focus on his duties, to be the Archon that Liyue needed. But the thought of Tartaglia leaving, of never feeling her warmth again, was a wound that cut deep.
Tartaglia's steps were unsteady as she made her way back to her quarters. The cool night air did little to soothe the fire that still burned within her, the conflicting emotions making her feel dizzy and disoriented. She knew that she couldn't stay in Liyue, that her time here was limited. But the thought of leaving Zhongli was a knot in her stomach that she couldn't untangle.
"Jevert!" She shouts at her right-hand man, knowing he always lingering near her place, waiting for any orders. Jevert rushed to her side, his expression concerned as he took in her disheveled state.
"I wish to commute with the her majesty about signing me off this post in Liyue," Tartaglia said with a tone that left no room for argument. Jevert nodded swiftly, understanding the urgency in her voice.
"As you wish, lady harbinger," Javert said, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and concern. He knew better than to question her orders.
Tartaglia nodded curtly, and he quickly retreated to relay her message. Left alone with her thoughts, she collapsed onto the bed, the weight of her decision pressing down on her like an invisible force. Her heart felt torn in two, one half begging her to stay and explore this newfound love, the other urging her to flee before it destroyed her.
She thinks back to after her retreat back to Snezhnaya, what should she do? Visit her family of course. Perhaps Capitano would be back from his long mission by now. Tartaglia took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. Her body was still slick with Zhongli's essence, and the scent of him clung to her, a constant reminder of the man she had to leave behind. She knew that returning to Snezhnaya would mean facing the cold reality of her duties, but she had to push through the pain.
She called again for her servants to prepare her a bath and some warm tea. As she waited, she couldn't help but touch the spot where Zhongli's kisses had once been, the heat of his body still lingering on her skin. The water was soon ready, and she sank into the steaming tub, the heat wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. As she scrubbed herself clean, she felt the last traces of their encounter wash away, leaving her feeling both physically and emotionally raw.
The tea was brought in, and she took a sip, the warmth spreading through her chest as she tried to gather her thoughts. Her mind raced with images of Zhongli, his tender touches, and the passionate way he had claimed her. But she couldn't ignore the coldness in his eyes when she had left, the finality in his voice as he called her 'Harbinger'. It was as if he had already accepted that she would leave, that she would choose the Fatui over him.
Fuck him then! She could love as many men as she wanted! Maybe she will sleep with someone much stronger than him, but who will be stronger than the god of war?
These thoughts raced through Tartaglia's mind as she sipped her tea, trying to convince herself that she could move on. But deep down, she knew it was a lie. Zhongli was different from the other men she had been with. He was strong, but not just in the physical sense. His strength was in his character, in the way he carried the burden of his people on his shoulders. And she had seen the cracks in his armor, the vulnerability that he so desperately tried to hide.