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The air in the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor was always thick with a certain melancholy, a hushed respect for the departed. But tonight, under the soft glow of paper lanterns, a different kind of energy hummed, one that pulsed with unspoken desires and a nascent romance. Hu Tao, the vivacious and enigmatic 77th Director, sat cross-legged on the tatami floor, a mischievous glint in her eye as she toyed with a deck of intricately designed cards. Her usual playful demeanor was tinged with something softer, a subtle vulnerability that surfaced only in the quiet hours when the weight of her duties momentarily lifted.

Across from her, bathed in the same ethereal light, sat Zhongli. His presence exuded an ancient grace, a quiet strength that always seemed to anchor Hu Tao’s boundless spirit. He watched her, his gaze a gentle warmth that made her heart flutter in a way that had nothing to do with spectral familiars or funeral rites. It had been a long day, a particularly busy one filled with arrangements and blessings, and the silence between them now was comfortable, charged with unspoken affections that had been building for weeks. The faint scent of incense mingled with the subtle perfume of Liyue’s night-blooming jasmine, creating an atmosphere ripe for secrets to be whispered and confessions to be made.

Hu Tao’s small, gloved fingers shuffled the cards with practiced ease, the soft rustle a counterpoint to the distant chirping of crickets. She hummed a little tune, a melody she’d composed herself, a whimsical ditty about life and death, but tonight, it felt like a serenade. She glanced up at Zhongli, her amber eyes sparkling. “You know, Morax,” she began, her voice a playful lilt, “sometimes I wonder if this whole ‘immortal being’ gig gets a bit… boring.” She paused, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “Don’t you ever miss the thrill of… the unexpected? The heart racing, the flush on your cheeks, the way a simple touch can set your whole world alight?”

Zhongli’s lips curved into a gentle smile. He understood. He saw the unspoken invitation in her words, the yearning for a connection that transcended the mundane. He had watched her grow, her spirit a vibrant flame in his long existence, and lately, he had begun to feel a warmth bloom in his own chest, a feeling that was both new and profoundly familiar. “Life, even in its myriad forms, always offers new experiences, Hu Tao. And the human heart, in its capacity for emotion, is a landscape of infinite wonder.” His voice was a low rumble, as steady and reassuring as the mountains themselves. He met her gaze, his golden eyes holding hers, and the unspoken words hung in the air between them, thick with anticipation.

Hu Tao’s breath hitched. His understanding, his quiet acknowledgment, was more potent than any grand declaration. She set the cards aside, the playful facade softening into something more genuine, more vulnerable. “That’s true,” she murmured, her voice losing some of its theatrical flair. “But sometimes, the wonder… it’s best explored with someone you trust. Someone who…” She trailed off, her gaze dropping to her hands, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. She was never usually this shy, this hesitant, but when it came to Zhongli, her usual bravado seemed to falter, replaced by a deep-seated longing.

Zhongli shifted, his movements fluid and deliberate. He reached out, his large hand gently covering hers. His touch sent a jolt of warmth through her, a sensation that radiated from her fingertips all the way to the tips of her ears. His thumb traced the delicate fabric of her glove, a subtle caress that felt incredibly intimate. “Hu Tao,” he said, his voice softer now, imbued with a tenderness that made her breath catch again. “What is it that you wish to explore?”

The question hung in the air, a silent invitation to a dance they had both been subtly leading for so long. Hu Tao finally looked up, her amber eyes locking with his. The playful mischievousness was still there, but it was now overlaid with a raw, open desire. “You,” she whispered, the single word carrying the weight of all the unspoken emotions, all the shared glances, all the moments where their hands had brushed and their eyes had lingered. “I wish to explore… you.”

A flicker of something akin to surprise, then a deep, resonant warmth, bloomed in Zhongli’s eyes. He tightened his grip on her hand, his gaze never leaving hers. “And I, you, Hu Tao. Always.” The words were a promise, a vow, spoken in the quiet intimacy of the funeral parlor, a sanctuary where life and death, and now love, coexisted. He gently pulled her closer, their knees now touching, the small space between them crackling with a palpable energy. Hu Tao leaned into his touch, the scent of him – a subtle blend of ancient earth and something uniquely masculine – filling her senses.

The air grew warmer, thicker, as Hu Tao’s playful spirit began to reassert itself, now fueled by the mutual desire that hummed between them. She giggled, a soft, breathy sound. “So, my dear Morax,” she purred, her gaze sweeping over his form, lingering on the subtle lines of his physique. “Tell me, what adventures does a wise old dragon undertake when he’s not busy… being a dragon?” She playfully tugged at the hem of his jacket, her fingers brushing against the smooth fabric, then the warmth of his skin beneath. Her gaze dropped to the elegant lines of his trousers, and a daring thought sparked in her mind, a thought that made her pulse quicken. She wanted to peel away the layers, to discover the man beneath the ancient guise, to explore every inch of him with an intensity that mirrored her own boundless energy.

Zhongli chuckled, a low, resonant sound that vibrated through her. “My adventures, Hu Tao, have often been solitary, observing the ebb and flow of mortals. But lately… they have become infinitely more captivating when you are a part of them.” He gently cupped her face, his thumb stroking her cheekbone, his touch sending shivers down her spine. “And as for what lies beneath… you have the opportunity to discover that, should you wish.” His golden eyes held a depth of promise, a silent invitation that made Hu Tao’s heart pound in her chest. She felt a boldness surge within her, an urge to take the lead, to initiate the exploration she so craved.

Hu Tao’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Oh, I very much wish, my dear Geo Archon. Very much indeed.” With a swift, graceful movement, she rose to her feet, pulling him up with her. The paper lanterns cast long, dancing shadows as they moved closer, their bodies almost touching. She could feel the heat radiating from him, a comforting yet exhilarating warmth. Her eyes, usually filled with a playful sparkle, now held a smoldering intensity. She slowly, deliberately, reached for the clasp of his coat, her fingers lingering on the cool metal. The air vibrated with a shared anticipation, a silent acknowledgment of the threshold they were about to cross.

“First,” she whispered, her voice husky, “let’s shed these… formalities.” With a gentle tug, she unfastened his coat, letting it fall to the floor. Her gaze traced the lines of his chest, the subtle expanse of muscle beneath his fine clothing. She ran her hands over the fabric, feeling the heat of his skin through it, her breath coming in short, excited puffs. “You always dress so impeccably, Zhongli. It’s a shame to keep all this… antiquity… hidden away.” Her playful tone belied the intense desire burning within her. She wanted to see him, to touch him, to know the feel of his skin against hers without any barriers.

Zhongli remained still, allowing her to explore, his golden eyes watching her every move with a profound tenderness. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “And you, Hu Tao,” he murmured, his voice a low caress. “You are a whirlwind of vibrant life. It is a marvel to behold.” He allowed her to continue her ministrations, his own desire growing with each subtle touch, each whispered word. He found himself captivated by her daring, her uninhibited spirit, a stark contrast to the millennia of stoic observation he had endured.

Hu Tao’s fingers, emboldened, began to unbutton his shirt, each movement slow and deliberate. She reveled in the sensation of his chest slowly becoming exposed, the gentle rise and fall of his breath as she got closer. The smooth, warm skin was even more inviting than she had imagined. She leaned in, pressing her lips against the newly revealed expanse of his chest, a soft sigh escaping her as she inhaled his unique, intoxicating scent. “Such strength,” she breathed against his skin, her touch growing bolder. She began to trace the firm muscles, her fingertips mapping the contours of his powerful frame. Her playful teasing morphed into a more direct expression of her burgeoning desires, her body instinctively responding to his alluring presence.

Zhongli’s breath hitched as her lips found his chest. He had experienced countless battles, faced gods and demons, but this intimate exploration by Hu Tao was a sensation entirely new, and profoundly stirring. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders, his touch firm but gentle, guiding her slightly. “Hu Tao,” he whispered, his voice laced with a deep emotion. “Your… enthusiasm… is most… appreciated.” He watched as her eyes, now alight with a primal fire, scanned his body, her gaze a tangible caress. He felt his own ancient heart, long dormant in its emotional capacity, stir with an intensity he hadn't felt in centuries.

Hu Tao’s grin widened, a playful glint returning to her eyes as she registered his subtle reaction. She loved seeing him so… affected. It was a testament to the power of their connection, a spark that ignited even the most ancient of souls. She continued her exploration, her hands now trailing lower, over the firm plane of his stomach. Her fingers brushed against the waistband of his trousers, and she paused, her gaze meeting his once more. A silent question hung in the air, an unspoken invitation to go further, to shed the last vestiges of their formal attire.

Zhongli nodded, a slow, deliberate movement. He reached for the buttons of her own attire, his touch equally hesitant and reverent. Hu Tao watched, mesmerized, as the fabric of her own clothes began to yield to his skilled hands. Her heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs as she anticipated the moment when their skins would finally meet. The anticipation was exquisite, a delicious torture that only heightened her desire. She unbuttoned his trousers, her fingers brushing against the warm, firm skin beneath. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt the undeniable proof of his arousal pressing against her. Her breath hitched, her eyes widening with a thrilling mixture of shock and delight. This was more than she had ever imagined.

He gently removed the last of her clothing, her simple yet elegant attire falling away to reveal her flushed skin and trembling form. Hu Tao, emboldened by his willingness and her own mounting desire, returned the favor with a swift, almost practiced grace. His trousers were soon discarded, revealing a magnificent physique, sculpted by millennia of existence, and something else – a powerful, undeniable arousal that made Hu Tao’s breath catch in her throat. Her gaze widened, her pupils dilating as she took in the sight of him, completely exposed and utterly magnificent. This was the adventure she had been seeking, a journey into the heart of pure, unadulterated desire.

The air in the room crackled with a raw, untamed energy. Hu Tao, shedding her usual playful demeanor for a more primal hunger, knelt before Zhongli. Her amber eyes, now dark with lust and affection, were fixed on him with an intensity that made him tremble. She reached out, her gloved fingers tracing the lines of his sculpted physique, her touch hesitant at first, then growing bolder. She reveled in the feel of his warm, smooth skin against her fingertips, the subtle ridges of muscle, the steady thrum of his pulse beneath her touch. Her gaze finally settled on his hardened member, and a thrill shot through her. She had never seen anything so magnificent, so powerful.

Zhongli’s golden eyes darkened with a raw, potent desire. He watched her, his chest rising and falling with a quickened breath. He felt a profound sense of awe at her uninhibited exploration, her genuine curiosity and affection. He had been a god for so long, removed from such visceral experiences, but Hu Tao’s presence, her warmth, her very essence, had awakened something ancient and primal within him. He reached down, his hand gently cupping her chin, tilting her face up towards his. “Hu Tao,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble. “You are… exquisite.”

Hu Tao’s breath hitched at his words, her heart swelling with a mixture of pride and pure lust. She leaned into his touch, her eyes never leaving his. “And you, my dear Morax,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire, “are a sight to behold.” With newfound confidence, she lowered her head, her lips hovering inches from his aroused flesh. The scent of him, earthy and potent, filled her senses, driving her to the brink. She finally closed the distance, her lips softly pressing against his tip, a sensation that sent a jolt of pure pleasure through her. She explored him with her mouth, her tongue tracing the sensitive head, eliciting a low groan from him. She delighted in the sounds he made, the subtle tremors that ran through his body. This was a game she was more than willing to play, and she intended to win, to completely captivate the ancient god with her boundless passion.

Zhongli’s control, so carefully cultivated over millennia, began to fray at the edges. Hu Tao’s ministrations were both tender and intensely demanding, a potent combination that ignited a fire within him. He closed his eyes, a silent groan escaping his lips as her mouth worked its magic, her tongue teasing and tormenting him with expert precision. He had never experienced such raw, uninhibited pleasure. He felt himself nearing the edge, a sensation that was both exhilarating and terrifying. He reached down, his fingers gently stroking her hair, a silent plea for her to continue, but also a nascent desire to claim her as his own. The thought of her pussy, so soft and inviting, filled his mind, a yearning that intensified with every stroke of her tongue.

Hu Tao reveled in the sensations she was eliciting, the deep groans that rumbled from Zhongli’s chest, the trembling of his body. She pushed him further, her tongue swirling around his sensitive tip, her mouth enveloping him with a soft, yielding pressure. She felt his arousal deepen, his member hardening further against her lips. A wicked smile played on her lips. She was enjoying this far too much. She wanted to hear him plead, to feel him completely lose himself in the pleasure she was so expertly providing. She continued her ministrations, her movements becoming more deliberate, more teasing. She felt him begin to thrash slightly, his hands gripping her hair, a silent signal of his approaching climax. Just as she felt him about to surrender completely, she slowly withdrew, leaving him panting and desperate for more.

Zhongli’s eyes snapped open, a look of pure, unadulterated lust mixed with a hint of surprise etched on his face. Hu Tao sat back, her amber eyes sparkling with triumph and a lingering desire. “Not yet, my dear Morax,” she purred, her voice low and enticing. “The game has just begun.” She rose to her feet, her own body aching with a burgeoning need. She was wearing nothing but her signature stockings, their sheer black fabric clinging to her long, shapely legs, drawing attention to her ample posterior. She walked around him, her hips swaying seductively, the soft silk of her undergarments rustling with each movement. She wanted him to see her, to desire her as much as she desired him. She ran a hand down her thigh, her fingers brushing against the delicate fabric of her stockings, a subtle invitation.

Zhongli’s gaze followed her every move, his breath catching in his throat. Hu Tao, in her state of undress, was a vision of intoxicating allure. The sheer stockings that clung to her legs, emphasizing the curve of her thighs and the enticing swell of her ass, were almost more provocative than if she had been completely bare. He found himself captivated by the subtle play of shadow and light on her skin, the way her hips swayed with an innate, playful rhythm. His arousal intensified, a burning ache in his loins. He watched as she reached for him again, her hand tracing a line up his thigh, her touch sending shivers of anticipation through him. He wanted to feel her body against his, to lose himself in her embrace. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against the sheer black fabric of her stockings, a silent indication of his desire.

Hu Tao’s heart leaped at his touch. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “You like what you see, don’t you, Morax?” she whispered, her voice laced with playful provocation. She ran her hand down his chest, her fingers trailing over his firm nipples. She loved the way he reacted, the subtle tremors that ran through his body. She wanted to drive him wild, to see him completely consumed by his desire for her. She then guided his hand lower, her own fingers joining his, caressing his already hard member. She felt him stiffen at her touch, a low groan escaping his lips. She met his gaze, her eyes burning with a shared lust. “Tell me,” she purred, “what do you want, my ancient god?”

Zhongli’s voice was a low, ragged growl. “I want… you, Hu Tao. All of you.” He pulled her closer, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled, a dance of desire and longing. He deepened the kiss, his hands exploring the curves of her body, his touch growing more possessive. Hu Tao responded with equal fervor, her fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer. She reveled in the feel of his body against hers, the sheer power and passion he exuded. Her hands strayed lower, her fingers finding the wet heat of her own pussy through the thin fabric of her panties. She moaned into his mouth, urging him to explore further. The desire was building, an insatiable hunger that only he could quench.

Their kiss deepened, a desperate exploration of each other's mouths, a preamble to the more intimate communion that was soon to follow. Hu Tao’s hands, emboldened by their shared passion, slipped beneath the waistband of Zhongli’s trousers, her fingers caressing the slick, firm length of him. She felt him shudder at her touch, his erection growing even harder against her fingers. A thrill shot through her as she realized the depth of his desire. She whispered, her voice husky, “You’re so hot, Morax. So… ready for me.” She then slid her hand between her legs, her fingers finding the wet heat of her pussy, her own arousal reaching a fever pitch. She guided his hand to join hers, her moans growing louder as his touch mingled with her own.

Zhongli’s mind reeled from the intensity of Hu Tao’s passion. Her willingness to explore, her uninhibited desire, was unlike anything he had ever encountered. He felt himself completely undone by her touch, her bold explorations of his body. As her fingers joined his, caressing her slick, inviting pussy, a primal need surged within him. He gasped, his breath catching in his throat as he felt her wetness seep through her panties. The scent of her arousal, mingled with the sweet, floral notes of her skin, drove him to the brink. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep inside her, to feel her all around him. He pulled her closer, his lips finding hers again, a silent promise of the pleasure to come.

With a shared urgency, they shed the last vestiges of their clothing. Hu Tao’s stockings remained, a provocative contrast to her flushed skin, emphasizing the generous curve of her ass. She leaned back against the low table, her legs parting slightly, her pussy throbbing with anticipation. Zhongli knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her with a raw, primal hunger. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate petals of her vulva, teasing and exploring the slickness that had gathered there. Hu Tao moaned, arching her back as his touch sent waves of pleasure through her. She guided him to her, her hands grasping his shoulders, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Zhongli entered her slowly, deliberately, his eyes locked with hers. Hu Tao gasped as she felt his hard length fill her completely, a sensation so intense it stole her breath. She cried out, a sound of pure ecstasy, as he pushed deeper, his cock stretching her out to its full capacity. He held her gaze, his own eyes filled with a mixture of awe and desire. “Hu Tao,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “You are… magnificent.” He began to thrust, slow and deep at first, each stroke sending tremors of pleasure through her body. He reveled in the feeling of her wet heat engulfing him, the soft walls of her pussy clenching around his cock, a testament to her arousal.

Hu Tao met his thrusts with a matching intensity, her own body responding with an eagerness that surprised even herself. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him. The friction of his cock against her pussy was intoxicating, a searing pleasure that built with each powerful stroke. Her moans filled the quiet parlor, a testament to the raw, uninhibited passion that consumed them. She felt herself nearing the edge, a wave of intense pleasure building within her. She looked into Zhongli’s eyes, seeing the same desperate hunger reflected there. She whispered, her voice thick with ecstasy, “Don’t stop, Morax. Please… don’t stop.”

Zhongli’s control snapped. He plunged deeper into Hu Tao, his thrusts becoming faster, more aggressive. He felt her clench around him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she reached her climax. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the room, a symphony of ecstasy that drove him further. He gritted his teeth, his own body wracked with building tension. He pulled out slightly, just enough to see the glistening sheen of his cock coated in her juices, and then drove himself back in with renewed vigor. He felt the final tremors of her orgasm shake her body, and then, with a guttural groan, he unleashed himself into her, his own climax erupting in a torrent of hot, creamy seed. He felt his load fill her to the brim, a profound sense of release and satisfaction washing over him. He buried his face in her neck, panting, his body slick with sweat. He felt her shiver around him, her body still trembling with pleasure. This was more than he could have ever dreamed of, a perfect union of souls and bodies.

Hu Tao moaned softly, the pleasure of his creampie still pulsing through her veins. She felt the warmth of his seed filling her, a sensation that was both intimate and immensely satisfying. She held him close, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of their shared orgasm. She nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his scent, the earthy musk of his arousal mingling with the lingering aroma of incense. She felt a profound sense of peace, a contentment that transcended even the most ecstatic of physical pleasures. She had found a connection, a passion, that she had only ever dreamed of, and it was with the man who had patiently waited for her heart to open, the man who had finally shown her the true depth of his ancient love.

Zhongli lifted his head, his golden eyes soft with an emotion that mirrored Hu Tao’s own. He gazed at her, at the flush on her cheeks, the slight disarray of her hair, the lingering traces of their passion on her skin. He gently stroked her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear of joy that had escaped her eye. “Hu Tao,” he whispered, his voice filled with a profound tenderness. “You are… everything.” He kissed her softly, a lingering kiss that spoke of deep affection and a newfound intimacy. He held her for a long time, their bodies still entwined, the lingering warmth of their encounter a testament to the deep, passionate connection they had forged. The lanterns cast a soft glow, illuminating their faces, the unspoken promise of many more nights of exploration and shared pleasure hanging in the air between them.

The moon, high in the Liyue sky, cast a silver glow over the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, a silent witness to the unfolding of a love story that had spanned millennia. Hu Tao, nestled in Zhongli’s arms, felt a warmth spread through her, a comfort that settled deep within her soul. The playful director and the ancient god had found solace and passion in each other, their hearts beating in a shared rhythm. The erotic journey they had embarked upon had not only satisfied their physical desires but had also deepened their emotional bond, weaving a tapestry of love, desire, and unspoken promises. As they lay together, bathed in the ethereal moonlight, they knew this was not an end, but a beautiful, passionate beginning.

Later, as the first rays of dawn began to paint the sky, Hu Tao stirred. She looked up at Zhongli, his golden eyes still holding hers, a tender smile gracing his lips. She traced the lines of his face, a familiar gesture now, yet imbued with a new depth of affection. “You know, Morax,” she began, her voice still husky from sleep and pleasure, “that was quite the adventure. Much more exciting than counting funeral scrolls.” She giggled, a soft, contented sound, and nudged him playfully. “But I think,” she continued, her amber eyes twinkling, “that our explorations have only just begun. There are still so many… fun things… we have yet to discover together.” Her gaze, full of promise and playful desire, lingered on his lips, on his body, on the unspoken desires that still simmered between them. The game, as she had said, was far from over.

Zhongli chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through her. He pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her temple. “Indeed, Hu Tao,” he agreed, his voice a low murmur. “The tapestry of life, and love, is vast and endlessly fascinating. And I find myself most eager to explore its every thread… with you.” His touch was gentle, yet possessive, a silent vow of his unwavering devotion. He traced the curve of her breast, his fingers lingering on the sensitive skin, igniting a spark of desire that was still very much alive. Hu Tao responded with a soft sigh, her body instinctively arching into his touch. She knew, with a certainty that settled deep within her soul, that this was the beginning of something extraordinary, a love that was as ancient and enduring as the earth itself, and as passionate and vibrant as the fireworks that lit up Liyue’s skies.

The day would bring its duties, its responsibilities, but for now, in the quiet sanctuary of their shared passion, they were simply two souls intertwined, their hearts beating in a perfect, harmonious rhythm. The lingering scent of their lovemaking filled the air, a sweet perfume that promised more, always more. Hu Tao, the vibrant Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, and Zhongli, the ancient Geo Archon, had found a love that transcended life and death, a love that was as fiery and intoxicating as the most potent wine, and as eternal as the mountains themselves. And as the sun finally broke through the horizon, casting its golden light upon them, they knew their adventure was just beginning, an adventure filled with passion, love, and the promise of countless, unforgettable nights.