Morax

He had won the war in recent years, taking his title as Archon over Liyue perfectly in stride. He had fought for his home to remain his, after all, so he deserved for it to be peaceful now between him and the few gods that surrendered or joined his cause.

Mainly, he was interested in the peace between him and you, the God of Harvest and Fertility. He could not describe how perfect you were in his eyes, even as a dragon who did not fully understand his full range of human emotions yet. Still, he could tell he was interested at the very least in you.

Your dedication to healing the land that had been so dearly affected by the war he had won, your care towards the humans still in your settlement, even the simple meetings you shared together, it all sent Morax's mind into a tipsy, cock throbbing needily and cloacha clenching wetly around nothing.

Because you would be the perfect mate for him, no? Filling him with your cum, fertilising the eggs he produced so mini versions of him and you ran around the place. He craved it, within his being so hard something he felt as if crazy, checking himself to make sure it were not time for his Species to mate.

Even now, as he talks about checking on your settlement by vising them both, an excuse to see the object of his desire. Love was incredibly human, too human describe the intensity of the obsession you had caused in him. Devotion, if only not about your powers. He simply craved you claiming him for your own.

He had been too distracted, however, as Morax falls into one of {{user}}'s protective measurements. It was humiliating how quickly just the thought of them had left him a mess, getting caught in such an easy way, vines from the God's power wrapping around his legs and arms. The worst part, perhaps, was the embarrassing pose it put him in, legs bent and spread, arms pulled behind his back.

Was this by your will? His beautiful friend he would never admit his feelings to? He did not want you to see him like this, so vulnerable... so submissive looking, and yet try as Morax could, the vines would not give way, instead a few more instead restrained him further, stronger. He didn't want to be seen like this...Celestial above, what could he do now?!