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His Ajax is beautiful, sleeping on their bed, tucked warmly under the comforter, plump tummy poking outward accommodating their soon-to-be-born baby. The consultant quietly sneaks into the empty side next to his beloved. Arms easily nestle its way around the younger’s midsection.
“Zhongli?”
His Ajax is also adorable, the sleepy sound she makes as the youngster notices his presence. Zhongli dutifully replies with a light kiss on the temple and soothing strokes above the taunted skin. Last time Ajax told him the gesture is calming as the stretched skin often leaves her with itch and burn.
“I’m here, Baobei. Have I made you wait for long?” He nudges forward, readjusting their position the way his Ajax loves it best; head on the shoulder, a light pillow under her growing belly, back pressed to chest, and their legs tangled together.
“Mhm. I’m going to sue you for negligence. How dare you leave your very pregnant mate alone when I’m near due.” The Snezhnaya slurs in her half sleepy state, basking in the new warmth surrounding her. Idly, she leads the usually gloved hands to her poking navel. “Your child too, will sue you with the same accusation.”
Ah, truly. Zhongli smiles into the soft locks covering the pale nape, pampering tender kisses across the visible skin of the latter’s shoulder in languid motion.
“My apologies, Dearest. The client took me quite long as the deceased is a well-loved grandfather of many generations.” He solemnly delivers into the puff of auburn, inhaling the familiar scent he regards as home over the years. He turns his focus to the prominent bump then, rubbing around the navel with care. "Baba apologizes too, little one, I hope you're behaving well for your Mama and didn't tire her too much."
Ever so gently then, his thumb brushes above the thin stretch marks. The once revered archon keeps an inner note to apply the soothing cream from Madam Ping to his wife's belly. It’s best to prevent it from spreading. "From today until you are born, Baba will be with you and Mama at all times, hm?"
At that, the young woman chuckles, an endearing sleepy sound that is and his heart swells in delight. Ajax, his beautiful beautiful wife, peeks from the heavy lids of her sleepy eyes.
"Baba." There's a glint of mischief. "Mm, let's just sleep now, prove it tomorrow. I want to wake up with you by my side and not an empty bed even if I sleep the afternoon away, alright?" Zhongli dips into the open crock of her neck, breathing into the sweet scent, hiding a smile.
If she's more awake, his wife will probably tease as she often does when they're snuggling together in a lazy afternoon.
He lands a kiss at her temple, whispering goodnight. Then he waits till his wife is sound asleep before he starts to care for her, applying the cooling balm above the underside of her belly where the pink lines reside. Thoroughly, with care and devotion, he applies the lotion while listening to her steady breath.
Ajax looks glowing with her pregnancy, radiant. It’s as if there’s gold shimmering on her skin. The glow of mora or any other gems falls plain in comparison. No treasure has an ounce of her worth.
Truly, how precious.
Despite what's demanded, however, it's him who wakes up to an empty bed. Zhongli gets up startled after sensing the emptiness of his side.
His instinct goes instantly on alert as he bolts out of the room to find his sometime menace of a partner who had been guilty of getting herself injured at the early stage of her pregnancy due to her antics (specifically to seek for adrenaline ).
Though, that's until he sniffs the delicious smell of jade parcel on the air along with his favorite bamboo shoot soup. He pauses at the connecting door to the kitchen, dazedly gazing at the figure before him.
"I thought you won't wake up."
His wife, the most beautiful, adorable and charming, is there, wrapped in an apron holding a tray full of food.
Zhongli hurriedly strides to her direction only to be stopped with a pointed look. "Uh-oh, don't start treating me like a damsel in distress just because I'm pregnant. I'm only cooking and being perfectly rested because someone somehow managed to get me way too early maternity leave while the said person is overworking himself." Plus the chiding.
The once feared harbinger glances at the chair, wordlessly urging her husband to sit down.
The ex-Archon turned consultant moves hesitantly and earns another glare. Knowing well of his wife's temper since the beginning of her pregnancy, Zhongli decides to be obedient and sit.
Ajax beams instantly at that, grin on full display.
"Let me spoil you now, will you? As to cheer you, because you've been working so hard and being so good for me."
"There's no need, Ajax-"
"Now dear husband." Then, Ajax is in front of him, placing the bowl of food before she tries to sit on the chair next to him.
This time, Zhongli immediately helps her.
It brings the younger’s laughter. "Where were we? Oh right, now dear husband, here." As his beautiful mate cradling her round midsection, she ushers the chopsticks to his hold. "Don’t you deny me this one, you should be grateful I'm not asking you to eat your less favorable culinary."
Zhongli gratefully accepts the chopsticks while of course not forgetting to appreciate his wife with a gentle kiss on her temple.
That is how they start the day, light and enjoyable.
Till Zhongli later notices how his mate occasionally winches when she leans forward to get his favorite side dish.
"Is there anything wrong, Baobei ?" He asks, alarmed by the display of discomfort. Eyes never leave the latter’s figure.
Ajax blinks at the question. She then throws a wink with the cheekiest grin at him. "Hmm, later. After we eat and you take a bath, kay?"
And so he's left hanging and concerned. The beginning of her pregnancy was not an easy-feat. He must bear to watch her bedridden due to the energy imbalance of the fetus within her.
It's afterall the progeny of prime Adeptus she should bear, a being beyond mortal.
Thankfully, being the strong-willed his wife is, she carries through it with pride. At the later stage then, she only glows, blindingly so.
Still, despite how things have sailed smoothly after that, he can't help but worry for his wife's well-being.
As promised, after he finished bathing, still wrapped in towel waist down, Ajax presents him two supple mounds, naked and heavy in her hold, which apparently is the source of her discomfort.
"I've been lactating since a few days ago. Before, I can relieve it myself, but it seems there’s much more now." Her lips curve down in a pout, fingers obscenely rub the darkened nubs like it's the most natural thing.
The upper side of her sleeping gown hangs over the protruded belly.
Admittedly, it's not unusual to be greeted with such display. They are rather adventurous in bed. However, it's been so long since they’re into something intimate. With his increasing workload as consultant and Ajax’s peculiar condition with their first offspring, he spends most of the time comforting the younger, fulfilling her sudden craving or worshiping her with kisses and belly rubs to ceases the itch of their growing child.
For the last few months at least, he hasn't been in the grace of his wife's delectable tits.
Thus, greeted by that display, his desire hits the peak in no time.
Zhongli can definitely note how her twin mounds look heavier than before, fuller, meatier, and juicier with the mention of lactating. His throat feels dry as his head runs wild. The imaginary of his wife trying to relieve herself from the soreness of being full of milk goes straight downward. Despite the stoic face he puts on, Zhongli knows he’s hard down there.
Especially, when Ajax looks at him with that demure façade while purposely cupping his swollen breast further, jutting it out to his direction. A squeeze and the white substance drips enticingly from her nipple. "Will you help me, husband?"
As a besotted husband to his wife, he doesn’t need to be asked twice.
"As you wish, Baobei. I'll do so thoroughly."
And so he does. After carefully leading Ajax to cradle his laps, the retired archon latches his mouth onto one of the darkened nipples, lapping around the perking bud with reverence. Ajax’s long fingers treads between his hair when he begins to suck in earnest.
"Ah-"
Drops of fat milk fall on his tongue followed with a sigh of relief from Ajax.
He can be a being of thousands years, refined gentleman of the century, but oh, screw it all. In the grace of his wife's naked breasts, he’s reduced to a primal dragon, wanting nothing but to breed and covet this beautiful treasure.
“Yes- ah-”
Afterall, with a wife like Ajax, how can he resist? The face she makes as she threads between relief and pleasure is captivating.
The fastened pace of breath, the rapid heartbeat; Zhongli devours it eagerly.
The milk from Ajax's supple mound is delicious. Her moan is addicting. The hitched sound of mounting heat spreading between them is arousing. His free hand climbs up, fondling over the other mound he has so delightfully taken. Calloused fingers deftly pinches the darkened area of her nipple, spraying milk on his hand.
Isn’t she a sight?
“Ngh- more please-”
It makes his mind heady and Zhongli vigorously sucks on her tits, squeezing the other breast with intent, milking the younger to completion. Her milk tastes luscious, sweet, and opulent.
He can’t get enough, the more he drinks the hungrier he becomes.
"Zhongli-"
The grip on his hair tightens the more he advances into milking her, seeking for a hold as her body shakes from the overwhelming sensation.
Then, there's dampness. His head is pulled into her cleavage as the lithe body convulses.
"Ngh!"
Like that, his wife reaches the blissful completion.
With a soundly pop, he leans away from her swollen nipple, admiring his handiwork. White droplet sits heavy on top of her nubs. Tears glaze the pair of blue eyes. She looks floating in space.
How beautiful, how sensitive, so responsive to his touch. His wife is the best. Zhongli leans up, capturing the pretty lips for a kiss.
"So sensitive, aren’t you?"
Ajax there smiles, seducing, being the tease that she is as she grinds down with intent.
Insatiable. Zhongli has to hold his breath.
"Mhm, and how about you, Baba? " Her hands circle around the width of his shoulder, brushing the line of defined muscles. "So hard, aren’t you?"
As the towel covering his groin slips further down, pulled by gravity and the obvious grinding taking place there, he can feel the direct contact of skin, the familiar heat and wetness of his wife's body.
"You wear no underwear." He states matter-of-factly. Tone dives deeper upon the realization of the direct contact of her folds against his cock.
"I too have prepared myself for you, four fingers and a thumb." Ajax shifts forward, her pregnant belly bumps against his abs. "Don’t you want me?" Her lips are soft as it brushes against his earlobe. That sweet sweet tone is intoxicating, "husband?" Then, her wet folds sandwich his erected shaft perfectly, engulfing him with heavenly warmth.
What a menace his wife truly is. The carnal urges to bend and ride her till daylight is high. But, he knows better to be mindful, even with how hard he’s already.
That, if his mind can hold against the primal instinct to claim and breed his mate, filling her full with his seed. Most of the time, he fails. It's a hard game to deny his wife's charm.
The Snezhnayan grinds again with the little space she has, slicking his length even more. He leans forward to take the other nipple in his cavern, covering the leaking bud with the warmth of his mouth.
His cock pokes into the leaking hole. The head catches onto the gate of a very private sanctuary of his.
"Yes-”
Ajax’s face is a beautiful feat of red, adorned in desire.
One of his hands glides down, cupping her ass to lift her up while the other hand supports her back. He wastes no time and slides in, pushing his whole length inside.
It’s sensational.
The scorching heat, Ajax soundless screams, her whimpers of needs.
His own arousal is muffled by the tits inside his mouth, supplying milk to quench his never ending hunger for the younger.
“You are so big-” the fingers grabbing his hair tightens and so does her cunt around his cock.
Her moan is broken, strained and hoarse. And oh he misses it, his wife's tight and warm inside squeezes him in a vice grip.
"Zhongli-"
His name that comes out of her lips is so delightful. From the corner of his eyes, Ajax is drowned in a flood of sensation.
How debauched she looks; her mouth hangs open, tears brimming non-stop from those blue eyes, her moans leaking profusely like the milk from her tits. And how debauched she acts, grinding down, trying to get more of his cock inside even with her belly getting in the way.
“Aren’t you eager?” He licks the swollen bud, kissing its tip.
With precision, he lifts her up until only the head of his cock resides before he lowers his wife down in a soundly slap, hitting straight into the sweet spot. Her hole quivers at the sudden intrusion but immediately tight up, not wanting to let go.
Ajax grips on his shoulder will definitely leave marks.
“Fu-” Breathless, his beautiful wife is one who wouldn’t easily back down, even if he just gets impaled by his massive cock. “Whose fault?”
The towel is long forgotten, the sleeping gown is no longer covering anything.
Zhongli cups the younger’s cheek, kissing her lips lovingly. Judging his wife's behavior, he likely does overlook that part, concerning more on her health and their. That will need immediate correction.
“Then, I will amend myself to your satisfaction.”
He laid the younger down to proceed with his words.
Like that, the view before him is mouth watering; his wife sprawled on the bed, hair tousled, pregnant belly raised on the air, legs spread open, her cunt puffy and sopping wet, her clit peeking with arousal.
He lifts her thighs up, putting it on his shoulders. His arms, the color of iron and lines of gold, are a contrast to his wife’s snowy skin. His cock too looks quite monstrous against the reddened skin of her slick folds. He rubs the scaled cock over the swollen clit, inflicting more of her breathless moans.
It’s a view.
“Zhong- nh- li-” Her thighs tremble, eyes unseeing. It’s no doubt that she has become more sensitive, what a shame that he only gets a taste now. “Stop staring-”
It’s an appetizing view.
His mind stutters in its thinking progress, far too gone with his carnal desire.
So, without so much of a notice, he plunges in, ball deep, punching the breath of Ajax’s lung, causing his wife to jolt at the sudden intrusion. Her yelp is melodious.
He repeats, stronger, faster, causing her wife to scramble for leverage on the sheet.
“Too deep! Zhongli-! Zhongli you will hit the baby-”
Isn’t that an idea? Filling his wife with another baby when she already carries one? He continues, thrusting in and out. His pace fastens, intention only one, breeding his wife full.
Ajax squirts when he slams in with gusto, the tip of his cock breaches the squishy sponge guarding her womb.
Her slick is everywhere, his chest, their bed, splattering on her pregnant belly. He doesn’t stop, his girthy shaft slides out only to hit back in, repeatedly, until Ajax is left sobbing and moaning uncontrollably. Her cunt clenches him tight, twitching, spasming with her orgasm.
It’s divine, how pleasure washes over her.
My goddess. He keeps going and going, grinding deep into her core.
He comes with a groan, a rumbling of possessiveness that quakes the ground.
His wife is limp when he completely pulls out, cum dripping out from her hole in slow, covering her mound with white. Mine. The dragon in him purrs.
Only then his rational snaps back and guilt latches his gut.
However, all those rational thoughts go into the bin when Ajax’s raspy voice reaches him.
“Don’t stop yet-”
It’s obscene how her trembling fingers spread her cum slicked cunt.
Not to mention how her belly hangs low on her figure, making her cunt puffed more invitingly.
How he craves.
Zhongli can feel his mouth water again. Now that he’s given the permission, he won’t waste any second of it.
He doesn’t remember how many times he comes, he only stops when Ajax is completely blacked out. Her folds are swollen, red from their copulation under the sticky white of his cum. Her ass is in no different state, gapping from his intrusion.
“Ah, I overdid it.” He pants slightly, committing the scene in his memory.
His beloved wife is deep in slumber, too tired from their mating, mixture of sweat and slicks covering her body. Her fair skin is littered with bite marks.
He caresses the side of her belly, trying to soothe the strain from their mating. As he rubs her belly, he can feel a kick. It’s hard; enough to make his wife winch in her sleep.
That brings a ping of embarrassment.
“My apologies, little one. Your mother is irrefutable.” The next hit he receives feels like a protest. Zhongli flusters, trying to placate the little baby inside. “Rest assured, I will not disturb you now. Please rest with your Mama.”
He presses a gentle kiss above her poking navel, pressing his ear. He pleads. “Forgive me, hm?”
It results in another kick straight on his cheek.
Zhongli blinks. No one has ever kicked him on the face, even Ajax in their sparring. However, this little being already kicks his face when it’s not yet born. He huffs, amused. It seems the future will be merry.
“I look forward to when you are born, you’ll be quite the feisty one.”