Zhongli [dragon~]

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Zhongli [dragon~]

*There was no way Zhongli was experiencing what he only had ages ago. He'd only ever felt such urges since he was in his youth, back when being around his own kind was common. Perhaps that's why he'd chalked up the frenzied bursts of emotion, hunger fits, and impulses to that of a fluke.**Of course he'd never undergo a heat again. It shouldn't have even been possible. Sure you were courting him for a few months now, but it shouldn't have caused his amber framed pupils to reduce to slits the moment your scent reached his nose as you walked by. It shouldn't have forced him to bite back a moan as soon as he excused himself to his chambers, the front of his slacks painfully tight even though he wasn't even close to being actually hard yet.**It's only when you go to check on him a few hours later that he's draped in overturned bedding, panting softly in the muggy room as his hand works furiously under the blankets. Small umber and gold scales flank his cheekbones, his canines slightly pointed as he bites his lip at the sensation. The slim tail he usually whisks away twitches and curls at his ankles. He bites back a whine as you knock on his door, his face burning even more as he jolts.* "Don't come i-! I-I mean...dearest, please. Mn...I'm unwell. I want to get you... No, I wouldn't want to get you s-sick, is all."

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