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It was too hot. Pain flickered throughout his body, layering over the consuming ache Ajax could feel down to his bones. His head hurt. His chest burned. He was too hot. He was dead. He was in Hell.

The realization made Ajax flinch fully into awareness, prying his eyes open to assess his surroundings. Light, unabashed and utterly overwhelming, invaded him, forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut against the assault. He groaned as he rapidly blinked and hesitantly sat up, grains of sand shifting underneath the soft skin of his palms as he did.

He was on a beach. If this was hell, it was much different from how the pastors during his Sundays at church had made it sound. White sand stretched down a beautiful tropical coastline in either direction, though it curved to suggest that he was on a fairly small island or peninsula. It was very hot, magnitudes hotter than he had ever felt in his home country, and he could practically feel his pale skin baking under the sun like a pastry. Palm trees and all manner of unknown jungle plants with giant leaves and exotic colors grew where the beach sand turned to arable soil. The teal blue water lapped at the opposite edge of the sand rhythmically, but Ajax couldn't hear the calming sound of waves, only the faint buzzing in his aching head. 

This part of the beach was littered with flotsam. Broken boards, scraps of fabric, and fragments of wooden furniture seemed to be the only things to survive the shipwreck other than Ajax himself.

The shipwreck...

He could remember the ship, the impact and deafening scraping, crushing, and splintering sounds. The metal bars to his cell had been bent just enough that he could slip his thinning body through and escape. In the panic, he'd gotten his hands on a floatation vest. He'd managed to swim fairly far from the wrecked ship before it split under the pressure of the ocean. But after that...

The fairest conclusion he could draw was that something had hit him in the head, and while unconscious, he had managed to have the insanely good luck to survive long enough to wash up on an island.

He was on the ship in the first place because he had been captured by enemy forces who had the intention of bringing their prisoners of war back to Inazuma. Before the ship sank, he had heard they were near Liyue. But the lack of cliffsides or mountains told him that he was not on Liyue's mainland, and there were no known islands near Liyue that were far enough from the mainland that he would not be able to see the continent somewhere on the horizon.

If he was being honest with himself, Ajax had no idea what to do. He was stranded on a seemingly uncharted island in the middle of the ocean with no supplies. His body ached, and while it seemed like his hearing may be slowly coming back, it was also possible that the quiet buzzing was only shifting to pulsing in a way that mimicked the waves. Though he knew drinking seawater was out of the question, he was dreadfully thirsty.

He didn't deserve any of this. Ajax had been recruited into his country's military as a boy, and while he loved his country, he was small and weak and never cut out for the job, even as he aged. He was now barely an adult and had been captured on his first official mission.

Tears threatened to fall as the all too familiar urge to cry bubbled up. Ajax figured the least he could do was make his way over to the shade to avoid the sweltering heat of the sun, but as he made an effort to stand, his consciousness began to swim as if he had been thrown back into the ocean. He stumbled and fell back to the sand. All he could do for the next few minutes was moan and tremble from weakness. It was pathetic, but the accident must have really damaged him. When he was ready to try moving again, he dragged himself to the shade on his hands and knees instead, an action that made his head pound with agony and his vision blur.

Once he got to the shade of the tree line, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying his hardest not to vomit. An indiscernible amount of time later, he opened his weary eyes and startled when he saw the bare feet of a person standing right in front of him. His first thought was that the stranger had been incredibly quiet while approaching him, but he hadn't been able to hear over the tortured throbbing in his head.

Had someone else survived the wreck?

"Help," Ajax whimpered. His own voice sounded distant and muffled.

The man kneeled down to examine him, finally giving Ajax a chance to see his potential savior in return. Long dark hair spilled over his tanned shoulders. The strange branching headwear and primitive leather and plant fiber armor made it clear that this man was most likely a native of this island. Golden eyes stared down at him, and through his shimmering vision, he was sure he saw a look of displeasure.

Ajax had heard about the natives of tropical islands. It was very rare for them to be friendly toward outsiders. He didn't want to be impaled on the simple spear that the man carried or dragged back to the village to be tortured. He had even heard rumors that some tribes ate human flesh. It would be so much better if he just slowly died of his head injury in the shady sand.

The fear made his heart begin to pound. The man reached for him, but he scrambled clumsily away, tumbling through the sand.

"Ah," Ajax whimpered through his dizziness. "No, no no, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to come here, don't hurt me!"

The man pursued with confident strides. Was... was he speaking? Ajax could barely hear the deep tones of his voice. Not that he would be able to understand the language, anyway. 

Ajax begged his limbs to move again, but they were starting to feel numb. It seemed the adrenaline was only making the effects of his injury more severe. He felt large hands on his body. The world spun as he was lifted up and held close to the man's bare chest. As he was carried, his vision quickly faded to black, his consciousness surrendering to the nauseating sensations.

Some unknown amount of time passed, marked only by strange dreams that he couldn't remember and the vague sensation that he was awake but not perceiving the world around him. A cup was pressed to his lips and he absently swallowed the water. When Ajax next found himself conscious enough to think, he was convinced he must still be dreaming or hallucinating. The ceiling of a tent made of sticks and large, dried leaves arched over his head like an igloo and protected him from the sun. Beneath him, a surprisingly comfortable cot supported his weight. The inside of the tent was dimly lit and filled with too many glass and clay containers to count. In the center, a large pot bubbled calmly over a small campfire like a witch’s cauldron.

Ajax blinked heavily, trying to wrestle thoughts out of his aching head. He didn't even have the wherewithal to worry that he might be in danger at the moment. The tent wasn't too weird, but he had to be hallucinating the man sitting at his bedside, so he blearily ignored the man's nonsensical attempts to speak to him.

The man had long green hair that was braided with beads and pulled back into a loose bun. His eyes were yellow and reptilian, and the live white snake wrapped around his neck seemed fully content to pose as a scarf. He was pale and sickly looking. It was easy to tell how skinny he was when he wasn't wearing any clothes. Weird.

Ajax watched blankly as the other unwrapped a bandage covering his forearm. It had been protecting a small wound. Then, the man gently picked up the snake with his opposite hand and brought the creature toward his now uncovered arm. When the snake revealed its fangs, Ajax realized with concern what the two small puncture wounds already on the other's arm were.

"Hey..." Ajax frowned with concern. "Stop that!" 

He still couldn't gather the strength to move, so he could only watch as the snake bit into the man's arm. Well, he was probably just a hallucination anyway, so what did it matter? The mysterious man took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut, a rather calm reaction for a snakebite. Ajax had heard that tropical snakes had incredibly painful and venomous bites, which made it all the more concerning when the man brought the creature closer to Ajax.

The man's pale hand gently wrapped around Ajax's wrist. He spoke a few unknown words, his tone gentle.

 "W-Wait," he whimpered, dark spots pulsing in his vision as he strained his weak body to try to get away. "You're real?"

He was so surprised that the snake's fangs sinking into his forearm caught him off guard. He yelled. It stung, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as he expected. 

In fact, he almost instantly felt better. Comfortable, tingling warmth spread through his body originating at the bite. He took sharp breaths as his head cleared and strength returned, shocked at the apparent magic that the snake held.

"I must be dreaming..." he muttered. But for the first time on the island, he truly felt awake.

The snake withdrew from him and was returned to its spot around the stranger's neck. Ajax could almost imagine that it looked pleased with itself.

Sitting up with no difficulty, Ajax stared at the strange man as he carefully wrapped his arm with the bandage again. He was probably the island tribe's witch doctor, he realized. That's how he had healed him with some sort of snake's curse.

"What happened to me?" Ajax asked the doctor.

The man regarded him with kind but unnerving eyes. He shook his head lightly and spoke several words in that foreign language.

Ajax awkwardly broke eye contact, unsure of what he should do. The green haired man took a few steps back, then turned to retreat to the front entrance. He peeked his head outside and seemed to beckon someone in, and sure enough, a man with long brown hair, pretty eyes, and antlers growing out of his head entered.

Wait, antlers? Those couldn't be real.

That aside, this new arrival seemed familiar. He must be the strange guardian angel who had saved him from the beach.

As the two men approached him again, Ajax's eyes flicked down and caught a huge detail. Or two huge details.. Both of these potentially magical beings had really big dicks. They had to be bigger flaccid than Ajax was hard. He flushed violently, and averted his eyes, refusing to look at any part of these strangers anymore. His face turned beet red, the color of good Snezhnayan borscht. It had to be normal in their culture to be nude, so it wasn't a big deal to them, but to Ajax, seeing another man naked was disturbing. Even though he was pointedly looking away, he could feel their presence at his bedside.

I should try to stay calm , he reminded himself, I can't show weakness by being afraid .

After all, these men could do anything to him. He was defenseless and outnumbered.

However, they did not seem hostile. He heard one of them step even closer, and, alarmed, he quickly glanced over to see the brunette kneeling at the side of his cot.

"Stranger," the man spoke in a smooth, deep voice. "I am Zhongli. The chief and god of this tribe. I am glad I found you, prophet from the faraway lands."

Ajax stared, shocked that the man could speak the common language of Teyvat.

"Prophet?" He repeated, confused and hesitant.

"You have been sent to us by Celestia to deliver information to my people. You are an honored guest to be treated with utmost respect."

"I see..." Ajax fiddled nervously with the fabric underneath him.

"You're feeling better now, correct?" Zhongli inquired.

"Y-Yes... Could you tell him thank you for me?" The ginger boy said shyly, still pointedly keeping his eyes off of the other man's naked body.

"Of course. So you are aware, This is Baizhu, the tribe's primary healer," the brunette man explained.

The two exchanged words in their native language for a few moments. 

"He is very happy to have helped our prophet. However, he would like to rest after his work. Whenever you are ready, we should take our leave. You are expected to attend a welcoming ritual tonight."

"Okay! We can go now," Ajax quickly agreed, not wanting to get on the healer's bad side.

Careful not to knock anything over, he stood up from the cot. As soon as he stood, Zhongli placed a hand on his back and guided him toward the exit.

"What do you mean by ritual?" He stared unseeingly at the jars lining the wall, his heart pounding. Was "prophet" just another word for sacrifice? Would he be killed anyway, tied to an altar and eaten alive by Zhongli, the supposed god? 

"You will be welcomed into our culture and community as is tradition. Everyone on the island hopes that you will live a long and healthy life here..." Zhongli trailed off, then murmured. "How rude of me. I forgot to ask for your name."

"It's Ajax," he answered.

"Ah. How lovely," Zhongli purred in a deep baritone.

They left the medical tent. Ajax was relieved that Zhongli's plans for him were confirmed to involve him actually living, and the fresh air made his spirits rise even more. He learned that they were in a busy village on the beach. The structures were carefully built with logs, sticks, thatch, and giant leaves. There were tents, small cabins, merchant booths, a bar open to the street, and multiple fishing docks that stretched out into the waves rolling peacefully into the sand. People walked along the street, bought from shops, and tended to plants, all just as naked as Zhongli was.

Childe felt himself flushing heavily as he decided to stare at his feet. It seemed there were more men than women, but he felt so rude when he accidentally caught glimpses of breasts when trying to take in the scenery.

It's their culture. Everything's normal , he repeated to himself.

As they traveled to what seemed to be the center of the town, Ajax noticed that many people stopped to look at him curiously. Maybe it was because he was the supposed prophet, or maybe they just thought his clothes were weird like he thought their nakedness was.

Zhongli kept his hand on his back, walking calmly at his side. He must have noticed his guest’s discomfort, because he made a low sound of consideration and spoke.

"You seem shy. Please think nothing of their gazes. Though you cannot speak our language, we all love you, our esteemed prophet. You will be respected and quickly find your place on the island."

Ajax stammered. "Oh, w-well, thank you."

"Of course." Zhongli stopped walking, so Ajax did too. 

"Kindly take note. At dusk, the ritual will be held here. Please attend. But do not feel you are a prisoner in our village. You may do whatever you wish until then. I will speak to some people to determine where you may make residence in the meantime."

Since the place seemed important, Ajax looked up, fully taking in his surroundings. It was a large open square of soft sand in the middle of the village. A circular fire pit was stacked with dry wood for a bonfire. Benches made of cut logs surrounded the open space, and the sight of two men nearby made him freeze with shock. One man sat on the bench, but the other kneeled with his head between the first’s legs. It was painfully obvious that it was a public act of fellacio. They made no attempt to be subtle, with the sitting man's eyes closed in bliss and his fingers tangled in the other's hair. The kneeling man moaned, his mouth sounding stuffed full.

Ajax couldn't look away. How... disgusting!

"What are they doing?" He asked Zhongli, his mouth feeling dry.

"Hmm?" The antlered man rumbled, following the prophets gaze curiously. "Oh? They are merely... indulging. Our tribe is one of love. Is that so odd to you, beautiful boy?"

Zhongli edged up behind him, wrapping his arm around him to intimately feel his clothed stomach and pressing their bodies together. Ajax stood stiffly, terrified. Did Zhongli want to have sex? Could he really say no and risk alienating the only person he could communicate with? 

"Although, I must say," Zhongli smoothly continued with a pointed look toward the two men. "They are unwise for celebrating so prematurely. They should be waiting until tonight, when they can have a taste of you."

Zhongli's fingers slipped under Ajax's shirt and caressed the ticklish skin on the sides of his stomach. The boy tensed, frightened into imitating a statue by the man's advances.

"Hold on... Tonight? Me?" He asked, gulping nervously while the hands still explored the planes of his upper body.

"Of course, dear prophet. As I said, our tribe is one of love. To accept you into our community, we will show you the intimacy and pleasure of our most sacred customs." The leader explained calmly, as if the information wasn't causing a malfunction in Ajax's mind.

"Nonono wait, I can't do something like that!" He protested before thinking. 

Because of his outburst, the man sitting on the bench peered at him curiously, his blue eyes lidded with indulgent pleasure. 

"Why not? Are you inexperienced, precious boy? Please do not worry about that. We will all be gentle. If you'd like, I will help you gain comfort with the idea now." With those words, Zhongli's hands strayed down and his fingers dipped into the waistband of the ginger boy's pants. 

Ajax felt tears rise in his eyes. He didn't want this at all, not from a man, and not from someone he just met either! This was incredibly inappropriate, but the antlered man gently gripping his limp cock clearly didn't agree. Was he really going to be subjected to such a thing after all he'd already been through? He accidentally heaved a sob of grief.

Zhongli's hands paused and thoughtfully withdrew, then Ajax was turned around and made to look at him. The man's expression went soft, frowning with concern at the boy's tears.

"I apologize," Zhongli murmured sweetly. "Do you not wish to be touched this way?"

Afraid, Ajax shook his head.

"Hmm. It seems I have failed to consider your own customs and desires. Again, I apologize. We will give you time to settle in. Please do attend tonight, but I will ensure nothing happens to you that you do not consent to."

"Really?" Ajax asked meekly. This was too good to be true.

"Naturally. You are our honored prophet. You will have all you desire and nothing you don't," Zhongli said, then stepped away. "I must be going. We will meet again at dusk, beautiful."

He disappeared in the direction of a grand looking hut, leaving Ajax alone in the ceremony area. Well, mostly alone, he was reminded when a loud moan broke the silence. Blushing, he hurried out of the village square.

Ajax couldn't believe this was happening to him. Was it all a weird dream? So many odd things were happening, but he really didn't feel like he was dreaming. This all had the crushing weight of reality. At least the tribespeople here were kind to him.

As he wandered through the village, he did his best not to stare at anyone's unnaturally large privates or do anything to attract attention to himself. Still, people on the pathways noticed him and smiled fondly, so he did his best to not look like he was grimacing when he smiled back. As he headed in the direction of the fishing docks, he realized that avoiding the lecherous acts of these island people was impossible. People greeted each other with hungry kisses. Two women sat in front of a small home, their hands exploring each other's bodies. Ajax coughed with shock when he walked by two men performing the act of sodomy. His eyes darted to the place where their bodies connected, an impressive girth stretching open the tight ring of muscle.

Didn't that hurt? Ajax was terrified.

He flushed and kept walking, eventually finding himself in front of the open air bar he'd seen before. It was a cute little shack with the front partially open to form a bar table. Stools assembled with carved sticks and logs lined the side of the street.

There was no one else sitting there, and the place looked cozy, so he nervously slid onto one of the tall stools, feeling as if he would be scolded like a naughty child at any moment. Although a short man passed by and gave him a look of suspicion that made his skin crawl, it didn't seem like anyone was mad enough at him to chase him away. He sat at the bar, silently watching the big, dark haired man inside the apparent restaurant work. It wasn't like he could order anything.

The man's back was turned to him for a few minutes, but once he turned, he flinched when he noticed Ajax, then stared with disbelief for a moment before quickly retrieving something from his workstation. Half of a coconut shell filled with a slightly cloudy liquid was placed in front of the prophet.

Ajax examined the coconut, wondering what he had been given to drink, but soon remembered his manners and smiled at the restaurant owner in thanks. The man smiled back, dipping his head respectfully before returning to the clay oven. Ajax noticed there were small, rounded ears poking above his hair like a bear’s.

Cautiously, the boy lifted the drink and sniffed. It didn't smell alcoholic, which was something of a relief, because he didn't want to be mentally impaired while in an unfamiliar place. The coconut seemed fresh, since he could still pick up the somewhat unfamiliar scent of it.

Time under the hot sun had made him thirsty, so he decided to drink. It was just water with the lingering taste of fresh coconut. It was surprisingly refreshing as he gratefully gulped it down. Once he'd finished, the chef returned and placed a clay plate with a simple pastry in front of him.

"Thank you..." he said, smiling again. 

Although the man couldn't understand, he seemed to guess the meaning. Smiling proudly, he gestured to Ajax and then the pastry. An invitation to dig in?

The sight of food reminded him that he was, in fact, very hungry. He carefully picked up the warm disk of dough with jam in the middle, almost like a mini pie, and took a bite. It wasn't as sweet as he was expecting, but whatever fruit had been crushed to make the filling was delicious. He finished the pie quickly and licked his fingers.

It was so good and he was still hungry. He shifted awkwardly, wondering if he could get another. Would it be rude to ask?

"Um, another one please?" He said sheepishly, tapping his finger on the empty plate. 

The chef happily refilled his coconut and gave him another pastry.

Then another. And another.

By the time he was done, he had eaten more than army rations allowed, and was stuffed. He hummed happily, pushing the plate away to show he was done. Right. This was when one would normally pay for their food. How was he supposed to do that? He had lost his wallet to the ocean, not that this man would want Snezhnayan money anyway.

He sat stiffly, overcome with anxiety over what to do. The carefree man came to take his plate away and fill his coconut with water again.

Well, if you forgot your wallet, most restaurants made you work off your debts. With this in mind, Ajax stood and walked through the door into the small kitchen where the man worked. He was greeted with a furrowed brow and an insistent but nonsensical gesture. The dark haired man gestured while he held a stone knife, accidentally brandishing it towards Ajax, which made him wince. 

"Could I help?" He asked.

There was a string of raw fish hanging on a wall. He could easily gut them after all the practice he'd had back home, so he pointed to the knife, himself, then the fish. 

The man frowned thoughtfully, but surrendered the knife.

Ajax carefully gutted and deboned a dozen fish under the chef's watchful eye. The familiar activity helped to calm his nerves and passed the time.

When he left, waving goodbye to the still confused man, the sun was setting beautifully over the water. There were more people around now, all preparing to head to the town square, he assumed. There was still time before dusk, though, and no one else seemed to be in a hurry, so he instead took the chance to walk out on a dock and sit on the end. He watched the sunset with his toes dangling just above the crests of the waves.

Once the sun had fully disappeared, he returned to the place Zhongli had specified. What he assumed to be nearly the entire village was there, filling up the benches and crowding around while a woman lit the fire with flint. Almost everyone had a strange feature that made them appear like they were from a fairy tale, like horns, pointed ears, and even the rare animal tail.

He shuffled through the crowd, looking for Zhongli, then scuttling to his side like a loyal dog when he spotted him near the fire.

"Ah, Ajax. Chef Mao tells me you unexpectedly offered to prepare fish in his restaurant. Is this an activity you particularly enjoy?" Zhongli asked with a hushed voice and candid smile.

"Unexpectedly...?" The boy repeated. "I didn't have money to pay, so I wanted to help out."

"Money," Zhongli tested the word, bringing his fingers up to his chin in thought. "I believe the tribe's prophet many years ago did mention such a thing. Don't worry about that here. Everyone contributes to the village and gets whatever they need in return."

These islanders were communists?

"Oh..." Ajax wondered what he was expected to contribute. He didn't feel very useful, and he definitely didn't deserve the favoritism and reverie he'd received so far. While he thought, he absentmindedly looked down, catching an eyeful of dong. 

Somehow, he had managed to momentarily forget that everyone around him was naked. 

As had become a quickly formed habit, he blushed and looked away.

"Thank you for coming. I'm going to make a quick speech and then the celebration will start. Remember, we will not do anything to you without express consent." Zhongli told him in a hushed voice, then stepped closer to the bonfire to address the crowd.

The speech was short, and Ajax couldn't understand a word of it, but the attendees cheered or made noises of assent once their leader was finished speaking. Then, Zhongli turned to Ajax and translated the speech he had given while gazing deep into his eyes.

"We joyfully welcome you to our island, dear prophet. We pray that you will have a long, happy, and heathy life with us. Although you are a newcomer, we love you dearly, and when you are ready, we will show you that love."

Zhongli said a few more words to the crowd, then nodded.

"The celebration may now begin," he said for Ajax's sake.

Ajax was afraid that the crowd of people would just start pouncing on each other ferally, but there was a grace and elegance to it instead. Gradually, the people made their way to a partner of choice or leaned in to touch or kiss someone next to them. The exchanges were gentle and loving. A few people gathered in groups rather than pairs, Ajax noted. Zhongli rested a hand on his shoulder and guided him so they could sit together on a log bench. 

Plates of sliced fruit were passed around, and a few people roasted meat over the fire, which was then passed around the same way. Ajax gladly ate what little he could, almost sad that he had already filled his stomach. Finely woven blankets were also handed around so that the attendees could choose to make a comfortable place on the sand. 

As time passed, the islanders got more intense, transitioning from tender touches into lustful massages or full on intercourse. Trying to keep himself calm, Ajax sat very still next to Zhongli, observing the filthy orgy occurring in the village center from the corner of his eye. There was one odd detail that he managed to notice even through the haze of mortification.

"Why are all the people who are having sex the same gender?" He whispered to Zhongli, who seemed to be content to stay at his side rather than participate.

"Hmm? Is that odd to you? It has been custom for as long as our tribe has existed. How else are we to prevent… unneeded children? Men and women only have intercourse when it is necessary…" Zhongli seemed troubled as he spoke. Ajax sensed that he was confident in his answer, but had trouble explaining it in common language.

Apparently, they hadn’t invented condoms here. That kind of technology would blow these peoples’ minds.

"Oh. I suppose that is a very effective form of birth control and all, but isn't this kind of... unnatural?" Ajax waved his hand in the general direction of the gay orgy.

Zhongli froze, his golden eyes reflecting the bonfire flames as he stared at the newcomer.

Oh shit. What was he saying? He'd somehow gotten cocky and forgotten that he needed Zhongli's favor or he would be braised over that fire just like the meat he'd been nibbling on.

"Unnatural?" Zhongli repeated dryly, and Ajax prepared himself to be attacked, either verbally or physically. "I don't see what could be unnatural about our customs. Enjoying the gifts of the human body is what nature intended." Zhongli's words were thankfully gentle, and he smiled softly at Ajax as if he were an adorably confused child.

"You're right. I'm sorry," he said quickly, shrinking in in on himself.

They stayed silent for a while. Ajax couldn't decide if he wanted to watch the spectacle or not. He would glance back at the action every so often, getting an eyeful of more debauchery than he ever expected to see in his life.

His eyes locked on to one man's freakishly large cock pressing into another man's ass. It was obscene. He couldn't look away.

"Doesn't it hurt?" He asked quietly, echoing his earlier concerns.

"It could. But only if you're not careful. If done right, it will feel good for both participants," Zhongli purred out, eager to clear up the misunderstanding. "There is a spot within a man's anus that is pleasurable to have touched. Were you aware?"

Ajax huffed. "I don't believe you. Maybe it doesn't hurt, sure, but there's no way it feels good."

A man nearby moaned in ecstasy as his ass was speared open by another. Convenient. 

Ajax blinked rapidly with surprise and tried to make himself even smaller, huddling up on the log. All of the moans filling the air we're beginning to get to him.

"May I offer you a massage?"

"Huh?"

"Just of your shoulders and back. You seem tense. I want you to enjoy the occasion," Zhongli explained.

A high pitched cry split through the din of noise as a woman came. Ajax fidgeted.

"Um. Okay." He wasn't sure why he agreed. No harm in a simple massage though, right?

A few minutes later, Ajax was laying facedown on a blanket in the sand. Zhongli had coaxed him to remove his shirt, and now his oil slicked hands worked the tension out of the boy's muscles as if he were putty. It felt really good. Ajax couldn't deny that Zhongli was a master with his hands.

No one had ever done this for him. Losing himself to the relief of a good massage, Ajax let a moan slip.

There was definitely harm in a simple massage.

He was... getting hard. What the fuck was his problem? Was he really that touch starved?

As time went on and his erection gradually grew thanks to Zhongli's touch and the sounds and sights around him, he found himself almost wishing that Zhongli would try to slip a hand down his pants again.

The tribe leader was a gentleman, though, so that, frustratingly, did not happen. 

Zhongli's hands slipped down and felt the small of his back, effectively wrapping his grip around Ajax's slender waist while rubbing his thumbs along his spine.

Ajax moaned again. He wanted more. Suddenly uncomfortable, he squirmed to try to take some pressure off of the erection trapped by his clothes.

"Zhongli..." he whined.

"Hm? Have I hurt you?" The man gasped, abruptly pulling his hands away to Ajax's chagrin.

"No!" He protested, then cleared his throat, speaking more calmly. "No, but... could I change my mind? About participating?"

"Oh, my darling Ajax. Of course. You will have whatever you want," Zhongli's voice oozed with adoration.

"Then... touch my dick, please?" Ajax asked awkwardly.

Zhongli laughed, a good natured little rumble. "With pleasure."

With careful touches, as if roughness might scare the boy away, Zhongli turned him to lay on his back instead and removed his clothes until his erection was exposed. He then gently spread his legs and settled between them, pausing to stare with wonder at Ajax's dick.

Right. He was really small, wasn't he? He could see right before his eyes that everyone on this island had one twice his size. Zhongli was probably judging him. Maybe he was shocked, even.

"Oh my," Zhongli purred instead. "You're very eager, prophet. How interesting."

"Well..." he tried to argue from embarrassment, but the words died on his lips when the other man wrapped his hand around his dick. 

He held his breath as he watched Zhongli lean forward with fiery eyes and press a quick kiss to his tip. The man then allowed drool to fall liberally from his mouth onto Ajax's cock. He wiped up the wetness with his hand and began to stroke.

Ajax hummed with approval and relaxed into the blanket so that he could focus on the sensations rather than the situation. It was nice. He'd never gotten to lay back and let someone else do the work before, and Zhongli was clearly just as experienced at this as he was at massages. It somehow felt better when it wasn't his own hand. He's had sex with a few women, sure, but they were never as attentive partners as this foreign man was proving to be.

"Hahh..." he sighed out, enjoying the increasing sensitivity and slowly building tension in his lower body.

He blissfully shut his eyes and curled his fingers into the soft surface of the covered sand. Zhongli kept the pace unpredictable. He alternated between different speeds and techniques, catching Ajax off guard and causing him to buck his hips up into his hand. To prevent this, the tribe leader rested his other hand on his thigh, holding him down and gently tracing the vulnerable spot where his leg met his groin. 

Then, Zhongli paused his hand at the base and ducked down to slip Ajax's cock into his mouth. He didn't take it deep, but he sucked and laved his tongue over the tip and sensitive veins. 

"Mnnn, oh . Oh god, ahh~" Ajax moaned as he was sucked off.

His fingers dug into the sand, and he opened his eyes to catch a glimpse of Zhongli with his mouth wrapped around his length. Ajax caught a nearby man staring at him and blushed, quickly shutting his eyes and laying back again, but even that did nothing to ruin the sensation.

Too soon, Zhongli pulled his mouth away and sat up to kneel between the prophets' legs instead.  Ajax frowned, inwardly disappointed. The hand that held his lower body traced the curve of his inner thigh, easing his legs apart even more, which Ajax readily complied with. Those fingers then traveled around his leg to grope at his ass. The small bit of plush flesh there dipped under the shape of Zhongli's hand.

The leader stroked him very slowly, ensuring that he was able to think and converse clearly.

"Ajax," Zhongli called his name lustfully.

"Yeah...?" The ginger whispered, feeling both awkward and somewhat desperate now that he wasn't being actively worked toward an orgasm. 

"My beautiful prophet. Won't you let me have you here?" Zhongli asked, moving his fingers near his hole and spreading his ass to reveal the tight virgin opening. 

Ajax cringed. "Ah, umm... I don't know about that."

He could make a list of reasons why so long it would stretch all the way to the fire pit.

"Please don't feel pressured if you truly do not want it, but if you're only nervous..." Zhongli paused to pamper the skin of his thigh with a few kisses. "I wish to ease your nerves. I will be gentle."

It doesn't matter if you're gentle when your dick’s the size of a Calvary stallion’s, Childe thought frantically. All the while, the brunette man kept stroking him at a tantalizingly slow pace.

"You'll stop if I ask you to? I'm willing to try but..."

"Of course I will stop. I would never be so brutal as to force you to continue for my own gratification."

For some reason, he decided he trusted Zhongli with this. The lust was clouding his decision making skills for him to agree to something so fundamentally against everything he knew. Honestly, he just really wanted to come after getting so worked up, so if Zhongli made that happen, he was fine with it. All the blood that was supposed to be in his brain was in his dick instead. 

Plus, he felt more open to the idea when everyone around him was doing it. If the naked islanders jumped off a cliff would you? How ridiculously impressionable was he?

Scolding himself didn't change anything.

"Okay," he agreed. 

"Good boy," Zhongli praised.

Ajax was left contemplating how he had been spoken to like a dog while Zhongli retrieved the massage oil and poured it generously over his fingers.

"I'm going to get started preparing you, then. Focus here," Zhongli gripped his cock again and tended to it with long, dedicated strokes.

Pleasure quickly returned to the forefront of Ajax's being.

"Feels good, right?" Zhongli asked, circling his slick fingers around the prophets hole. "Just keep thinking about how good your cock feels."

Ajax took a deep breath. He let Zhongli's words wash over him, and he found peace in obeying the instructions. He was going to cum soon if he kept thinking so hard about it, though...

A lubed finger entered him, causing him to suddenly squeak. It went in a lot easier than he expected thanks to the oil. 

"Don't worry about it," Zhongli advised gently.

The finger in him began moving, thrusting and nudging his walls apart. Ajax tried not to worry about it. The rim of his hole felt so sensitive to the movements. It was almost painful, but not quite. He got used to the feeling after just a minute or two, and Zhongli must have sensed it, because there were suddenly two fingers inside him. The process of discomfort, growing accustomed to the feeling, and then taking another finger was repeated until there were four stuffed in his ass. Zhongli spread him and poured oil directly inside of his body. He felt weird. He shouldn't be so loose and wet in such a place.

At this point, his cock had been used as a distraction for so long that it was throbbing and twitching, but the other man slowed his touches whenever Ajax got close.

"I believe we may move on," Zhongli declared, removing his fingers from Ajax's body and leaving his stretched muscle to clench around air. Lube trickled out obscenely.

" Nh .." Ajax stifled a noise at the feeling.

The other man edged closer, carefully lifting Ajax’s lower body to slot their hips together, and paused with his hard, heavy length resting against the newcomer's groin. Ajax looked down, his eyelids fluttering with disbelief at the side by side comparison between Zhongli's cock and his own.

"Are you ready, dear?" The tribesman asked, one of his hands wandering back to play with the sensitive tip of his cock.

Ajax gasped. "Uh- N-No, you're too big, it won't fit."

"Please, don't be afraid. I've prepared you thoroughly, so it will fit. You may feel a slight discomfort at first, but if there's any pain, tell me and I will stop immediately," Zhongli rubbed circles into his skin while he spoke to help him relax.

Ajax took a deep breath and looked around the ceremony grounds at the other men. No one seemed to be in pain. In fact, the ones being penetrated all seemed to be enjoying themselves, regardless of the intimidatingly large size of their partners. Some of the people he saw even seemed to have larger dicks than Zhongli.

"Alright. Please be gentle, though," Ajax gulped nervously, having just observed a few groups engaged in fast and rough sex.

"Of course. I would be nothing but gentle for your first time, sweet prophet." With those words, Zhongli shifted his hips and pushed his stiff cock against Ajax's hole. After a few nudges that slid over the sensitive rim, it caught and slowly sank in. Zhongli paused once he had been opened up by the tip.

Ajax whimpered. Zhongli was right, it didn't hurt, but it was quite the stretch, and it felt wrong. He could feel himself start to sweat just from how intensely full he felt. Zhongli returned to jerking him off, giving the ginger something else to focus on.

" Ohh .." Ajax moaned.

"There you go. You're alright?" Zhongli soothed. "Now, prophet, I've been keeping a little secret from you. Do you know how men derive pleasure from this act?"

Zhongli paused with a slight mischievous smile, waiting for an answer.

"No...?" Ajax answered truthfully.

"I did mention it earlier, but allow me to demonstrate," Zhongli said.

With a practiced twitch of his hips, Zhongli sunk in deeper and nudged the head of his cock against the virgin boy's prostate.

"Oh-!" Ajax gasped in surprise at the sudden sensitivity. The size of Zhongli's cock crushed his prostate when the other man slowly pressed in deeper, making Ajax whimper. Zhongli gave him a satisfied smile. It seemed like he had avoided this spot while opening him up with his fingers just so Ajax could have his first experience with it now.

"It's not so bad, is it?" Zhongli asked, beginning to rock his hips back and forth to massage the other's prostate. With his other hand, he loosely jerked Ajax off to the same pace.

"Uhhm," Ajax moaned dumbly, unsure of how to answer. The foreign source of pleasure was weird, but not bad.

"Is it alright if I move faster? I'd like to fill you up," Zhongli admitted, gritting his teeth from the effort it took to use a gentle pace when he wanted so badly to take the boy.

"Y-Yes, faster," Ajax agreed, remembering his desire to cum.

Zhongli sped up. He drove his cock deeper with each thrust, slowly working up to a rough pace where their thighs slapped together loudly and the deepest parts of Ajax's body were being stuffed. Of course, he only increased the speed each time after checking with the boy to ensure it was okay.

Ajax moaned freely, hot, heavy pleasure dominating his being and making his body rock up into Zhongli's hand needily. All of the sounds they made, the moans, slaps, and wet sounds of Ajax's hole, blended together with the sounds of the surrounding celebration. There was no room in his head for shame.

"Yes, my prophet," Zhongli moaned. "Your pretty little body was made to take pleasure like this, wasn't it?" The words were followed with a meaningfully slow stroke to his cock.

 Was Zhongli insulting his size? Well, it was probably inevitable when there was such a difference between him and everyone else on the island. It didn't really matter, not when Zhongli's sharp thrusts were making him feel so good.

"Ah- I- I can't hold it anymore, gonna cum~" Ajax warned once he was undeniably close.

"Hold it? Nono, don't worry about doing that. Cum for me now ." His voice dipped low on the last word.

Helpless to such a sexy command when he was already so close, Ajax did as he was told. He came over Zhongli's hand and whined loudly as the penetration made his orgasm more intense than he'd ever felt. His body squeezed around Zhongli's cock in pulses, putting more pressure on that spot inside him that felt so good. It seemed to make the orgasm last longer, but soon enough he was falling limp onto the blanket, his arms splaying out until his fingers rested in the soft sand.

Zhongli didn't pull out. He felt a slight twitching and became aware of... warmth in his belly.

"Did you...?" He asked, shocked that a man with so much experience would blow his load in the same embarrassingly short time that he managed to last.

"Of course. I have no reason to withhold my love from You. Our spirits are now connected." Zhongli said as he gently rolled to his side and then pulled Ajax close, all without pulling out.

"Let us have a rest now, hm?" Zhongli asked, bringing his hand forward to rub Ajax’s full belly.

Ajax could feel the length inside of him deflating, but Zhongli seemed to have no intention of removing himself as he settled Ajax against his chest and tangled their legs together so they could lay comfortably.

Ajax was feeling drowsy after the orgasm, so he didn't bother protesting. He closed his eyes and focused on the distant sound of the ocean rather than the scandalous noises around him.

He awoke what felt like a short while later. He blinked open his eyes, tensing at the unfamiliar situation of waking up in someone's arms, but Zhongli did not stir. The sun had fully set, but the bonfire provided plenty of light. The scene around them had calmed down somewhat, with some people sleeping around the fire just as Ajax had been, and others having already left for their homes. But it wasn't completely over. His eyes fell on a group of women who were making out indiscriminately, performing oral, and even using smooth carved toys. It still felt rude to watch, so he quickly looked away.

His own body didn't seem to think it was over, either. Not when... he'd slept while warming Zhongli's cock. The other man was still half buried inside of him, and he could feel Zhongli stiffening again the same as he was. He subtly rocked himself against the length inside of him, whimpering at the friction. 

Ajax didn't notice someone approaching them until a pair of legs obstructed his vision. Ashamed, he looked up, finding the doctor who had treated him. The white snake was nowhere to be seen, and the green haired man looked quite tired, but he was still half hard. Ajax felt rather intimidated with the large penis looming over him threateningly. 

The man spoke, kneeling down and reaching his hand out to Ajax with an imploring smile. 

"Zhongli...?" Ajax asked for help, reaching to gently jostle the man awake.

"Hmm?" Zhongli mumbled sleepily, then his golden eyes opened wide. He seemed to remember in a fraction of a second that not only was he face to face with Ajax, but also buried inside of him, and his dick immediately began to harden.

"Oh-" Zhongli let out a clipped moan, then switched into his native language, barely glancing up at Baizhu as he spoke.

Ajax felt awkward as the two spoke while Zhongli's dick swelled inside of him.

Finally, Zhongli explained. "He would like to join us. Since he was sorting medicines, he is not aware of your prior unwillingness to participate in our customs. Just to be sure, shall I tell him no?"

Ajax felt more conflicted by the question than he probably should. If he was being honest with himself, the taste of pleasure that Zhongli had given him caused a change of heart. Now he wanted more than a taste, he wanted the entire buffet.

He blushed at the ridiculous thought. 

"How would he join...?" Ajax asked softly, turning his face into the blanket covered sand to hide his embarrassment. 

"He has a weak constitution, so he generally prefers to relax and bottom for someone gentle."

I could be gentle, was Ajax's immediate thought. 

What was wrong with him? Obviously it was wrong to have a threesome with two men he'd just met, one of which he couldn't even communicate with!

But...

"It would be okay if he joined in," Ajax whispered.

By some blessing, Zhongli didn't ask him to repeat himself despite how quiet he'd been. 

"Let us find a position that works, then," Zhongli said after relaying Ajax's agreement to the Doctor. 

Zhongli carefully pulled out, leaving his hole stretched and leaking with sticky warm liquid. He didn't want to think too hard about it. 

Zhongli called to someone, who tossed a few pillows over to their spot. Ajax also didn't want to think too hard about what those pillows had already been used for. 

After some deliberating between the two islanders, the doctor had taken his place facedown on the blanket with his hips held up by the pillows. He was able to relax while still in the perfect position for Ajax to... get inside.

"Alright," Zhongli purred, grabbing Ajax's shoulders and slipping close behind him so that the man's chest pressed into his back. 

"It's time, Ajax. He already prepared himself for you before coming here," the brunette said right next to his ear.

His hips were guided forward by Zhongli until his stiffened cock tapped against Baizhu's skin. He gasped at the feeling, reaching forward to rest a hand on the slight swell of the skinny man's ass to steady himself.

"It's really okay?" He asked nervously, searching the doctor's face for any signs of discomfort. He seemed content, with his head turned to the side so he could look across the beach to the ocean. Or maybe at the other orgy participants.

Baizhu nodded, the movement further crinkling the blanket. Zhongli nodded too. "Of course. Don't be shy."

"Alright," Ajax breathed. With Zhongli's guidance, he pressed forward. The head of his cock met resistance at first, but soon slipped inside, aided by oil. The inside of the doctor was so hot and tight, Ajax couldn't help but let out a moan of satisfaction. Baizhu's walls squeezed at him, as if begging him to move.

"Can I move?" He wanted to confirm that it was okay.

The doctor mumbled something, and Zhongli translated. "More than okay. Go on, Ajax."

So, Ajax began rocking his hips. Baizhu's body was wet and tight, making it easy to slide his cock in and out while still being massaged pleasurably. Ajax was sure he would be able to hear the wet noises if they weren't outside where the lapping of the waves and crackling of the bonfire drowned out subtle sounds. Baizhu relaxed onto the blanket, sagging into the pillows limply and taking whatever Ajax gave. Zhongli kneeled behind him, holding his hips while he got to work.

"Mmh," Ajax moaned, feeling himself getting even harder from the amazing sensation. He soon sped up his thrusts, getting clumsy from a mix of inexperience and quickly growing desperation. He felt wonderfully sensitive after his first round, and wanted to cum again. 

"Hold on," Zhongli's grip tightened on his hips, restricting his movements. "Pace yourself, my prophet. Like this."

The tribe leader's strong hands guided his hips in a slower rhythm, pushing and pulling him so that Ajax wasn't even controlling his own pleasure anymore, even as the top. Then, Zhongli moved closer, pressing their skin together and using his weight to sandwich Ajax between the two men. Ajax gasped when he felt the brunette man's large cock pressing against his ass. Surely Zhongli wouldn't penetrate him while he was already inside of Baizhu? 

Zhongli quickly proved that thought wrong. The tribesman reached between their bodies to grab and line up his erection, then pressed his way into Ajax's ass. 

Of course, he was still wet from being filled with oil and cum, so his body accepted it without issue despite the size. It was like he was molded to fit around Zhongli now. Even though his body accepted it, his mind couldn't, not when his brain was immediately overloaded with sensation. Zhongli's cock crushed the sensitive spot inside of him, making his hips buck forward into the man in front of him, which only heightened the pleasure.

"O-Ohh!" It was embarrassing to admit, but he squealed at the way it felt. 

The chieftain currently penetrating him wasted no time setting a slow, deep pace that grinded his cock into Ajax's guts and slapped their thighs together audibly. Ajax couldn't focus on trying to thrust into Baizhu anymore, but he didn't have to, not when each of Zhongli's movements bounced his hips forward. Zhongli's powerful motions were essentially fucking both of them.

Ajax felt like he couldn't breathe. His breaths came out as overwhelmed huffs and moans. He felt so full and completely surrounded, trapped between the two men. His mouth fell open dumbly, and he drooled on the doctor's back as Zhongli increased the pace. He squeezed Baizhu's thighs, desperate for something to hold on to. 

He started to build toward another orgasm, helpless to resist the pleasure he was drowned in. Baizhu let out a soft moan underneath him, shifting. The hot flesh tightened around him alluringly. The cock inside of Ajax perfectly massaged his prostate. He also found that he enjoyed the sting of Zhongli's hips slapping so violently against his ass.

" Nnhhg … mhh- aah! A- aah ~" All Ajax could do was moan.

Zhongli wrapped his arms around him and held him up, helping to support his weight as he shook from the pleasure. The man behind him trailed his fingers up his chest, then started to pinch the ginger boy’s nipple. He gasped and squirmed, feeling more overwhelmed than ever as the flesh of his pec was kneaded and his nipple teased. Ajax foggily noticed that a third person approached.

Zhongli exchanged words with someone, not even bothering to slow his pace as he did, then leaned close to Ajax’s ear. 

“Is it alright if Xiao here joins? He’d like to have your mouth, if it’s agreeable to you.”

“Wh…” Ajax whimpered. His mouth? Blushing, he nodded slightly. The third person, Xiao, wasted no time approaching and lining his hard cock up with Ajax’s lips, which still hung open in desperate pants. He looked up with teary, lidded eyes at the new man, and recognized him as the short individual he’d seen while sitting at the bar earlier today. Oh well. Now they would become better acquainted, he supposed.

Even though he was smaller than the other two men Ajax was tangled with, Xiao’s cock was still huge, and it stretched his lips wide when it slipped into his mouth. He moaned around it helplessly, slowly licking at it with his tongue. Needless to say, he’d never given a blowjob before, and he wasn’t sure how to act. Still, he tried to move his tongue the way Zhongli had for him earlier, exploring the foreign texture of the length in his mouth.

Xiao held the boy by his ginger locks and slowly and carefully pushed in and pulled out of his mouth, apparently being respectful of his inexperience. Soon, Ajax just let his eyes fall shut and took it, just like he was taking all of the other pleasure these islanders were drowning him in. 

Recovering from the distraction of a third person joining to use him, Ajax started to approach his orgasm again, and this time, nothing was going to stop it. He moaned and whimpered loudly around the dick in his mouth, drool escaping the corners of his mouth messily. His prostate seemed to burn and spark whenever Zhongli’s movements stimulated it, and being hugged tightly by Baizhu’s ass felt just as good. He yelped when he finally came, his hips stuttering, which both buried him deep into the doctor and fucked himself on Zhongli. Zhongli settled for deep grinds inside of him as he came, his walls twitching. Xiao slipped out of his mouth to allow him to catch his breath.

“I’m sorry…” He panted. No one else had even cum yet. 

“Don’t be sorry, dear prophet. You did so well.” Zhongli slid out of him, then his gentle touch guided the boy away from the others, laying him on his back on another blanket. “Just rest.” 

That sounded good to him. He was so exhausted that his eyes already drooped as he stared up at the beautiful galaxy of stars in the night sky. Nearby, Xiao easily slipped into Baizhu’s temporarily abandoned hole, and Ajax had the distant thought that it was hot that his saliva was being used as lubricant for the other two men. 

Zhongli didn’t rejoin them. Instead, he laid next to Ajax, gripping his hand as he fell asleep. This was by far the most insane thing he’d ever done, but he felt content with it. He would have to adjust to this tribe’s way of life for sure, but in the end, things could have turned out a lot worse.