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𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)

PART 16

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , PART 10 , PART 11 , PART 12 , PART 13 , PART 14 , PART 15

A/n :-

how has everyone been since i was gone ?? i hope you all have been doing okay !! i was trying to do requests but i was WHOLLY stumped so i had to take some time off from writing to refresh myself a bit so sorry i didnt update about my past hiatus ! Another thing im not sure if i mentioned before, but Dan Jia-(Y/n) is about the tall woman model size, but would be shortest amongst all of them !

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(Y/n) felt baffled from what Kafka had told her. For a Mara-stricken individual, he managed to maintain more than just a shred of his sanity, his senses, and his distant memories where most involved would've been buried deep in their graves.

All maintained by a simple desire, a longing to see a beloved he had left behind so unwillingly. The cradle of arms he fled from as soon as things had fallen from their originally planned course.

(Y/n) left Kafka's questioning to someone else, and she moved away to ponder on her thoughts and opinions. Her heart was heavy with guilt and misery, feeling empty and lonely. Her steps were hollow and light, walking off without a motive.

Perhaps it was the Dan Jia in her heart that longed for the arms of her lover's embrace...? Could that still be possible despite her accepting the fact that Dan Jia was once her past and she had learned to let go of the past, Dan Jia still had longings ?

Or...was it herself that yearned for what she once had, with a lover reformed anew ?

(Y/n) admitted that she indeed longed for Blade, his arms and warmth bringing her great comfort and familiarity. She admitted that perhaps there was a longing for his renewed self to be with her as they once were, but was that what she really wanted...?

All he wanted was to go home and rest...

And all she wanted was to dance again under the moonlight...

But what about Jing Yuan...?

She couldn't just leave him. She didn't have the heart to. Not after what he had done for her before and after her slumber...

But if the time came to choose...

She would choose--

"Lady (Y/n) !" a voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

The dragon lady immediately turned around to face the voice that called for her, and there was the Fu Xuan, looking straight at her and coming up to the taller lady.

"Fu Xuan." (Y/n) greeted with a nod of her head. She knew what the Master Diviner wanted to ask her. It was an itching question that everyone who saw what Fu Xuan did and heard what Kafka said clearly had the same questions.

What was her connection to Blade...?

"I'm sorry if it stirs up...distant woes..." Fu Xuan began, feeling a little hesitant to ask the question plaguing her mind.

"B-but I hope you understand the utmost importance of this information ! It's for the safety of--!" "Worry not, Master Diviner." (Y/n) said softly, her gaze softening as her luminescent (e/c) eyes landed on the pink haired lady, who was usually so composed, now reduced to a stuttering mess in her presence.

"I...was Blade's past lover. Well...Dan Jia was." (Y/n) said, a hand on her heart that beat so distantly in her chest. She felt a gnawing void eating away inside her, so she moved her hand to the accessory dangling by her pointed ear, fiddling with it with her fingers.

"The legend of the lovers under the moon...isn't merely a legend, you know ?" She said with a silent sigh, a distant look in her eyes.

It was a legend. It was widely believed to be true, a strong belief amongst the commonfolk to never overstep the boundaries of interracial romance, lest they befall the pain of separation due to the differences in their lifespans.

The legend was indeed true, but it wasn't the entire truth either. It was a forged story to show the disastrous end of the lovers. The one that died. And the other that fell into madness. It served as a warning to remind them. But of course, it was treated as a tragic love story and had young lovers to be daring like the heroes in the tale.

"But Lady (Y/n)-- AH!"

The ground beneath them shook, a loud rumbling filled their ears along with sharp gusts of wind whizzing past them. The wind was exceptionally dangerous, most of them struggling to keep their eyes open.

"Lady Fu Xuan !" (Y/n) called out, reaching for Fu Xuan's hand to help stabilize their stance on the shaking platform.

That was...before she heard Tingyun shout over the gusts.

"Th-The Ambrosial Arbor !"

(Y/n)'s head whipped from looking at the Master Diviner to the direction where the dormant tree would've been. And she gasped, the sight before her sending cold chills down her spine.

She had never seen this before. Not in all her hundreds of years living.

The tree that had been subdued for eons...was growing again. The trunk got taller and taller, gold substance running through its veins with power and life. Fiery golden leaves sprouted and combust into eternal flame, lighting up the sky with green-yellow fire that could never be put out. Some began to shed, its eerie golden sheen making it seem like it was gold leaves instead of fruit of the forbidden. Words began to hang from the trees like large talismans, words of immortality and curses in headlines.

Screams of civilians were loud and heard from the streets, the divination commission, filled with terror and question and horror. No one had ever foreseen the signs of the tree, feeding seeds of terror like plague spreading.

But this was indeed the sign of the Abundance. The forbidden seed that the Plagues Author Yaoshi had planted. And it was blooming again.

Stelle looked at the tree in concern, though she knew little of its origin and its representation. The Stellaron Hunter behind her smirked, already anticipating this from the anonymous source, Destiny's Slave.

Kafka chuckled, a sweet sound of her sigh as magenta eyes watched the chaos and discord surrounding her. The binds that held her wrists together snapped in a blink of an eye, without the littlest effort. She admired the state of her body and her clothes, before turning to head off without anyone noticing.

"Stelle !" (Y/n) exclaimed as when she rushed over and heard the sound of the chains snapping into nothingness. The female trailblazer perked up, turning to (Y/n) who pointed in direction to Kafka who was escaping without hesitation nor curiousity.

Just as she was about to catch up to Kafka, a figure with long dark hair landed between them, separating the two. The divine weapon in his gloved hand shone, the gold in the cracks glittering in the dim lighting as the figure stood up.

Dangerous red eyes watched Stelle carefully, his blade pointed to the young woman menacingly. Then they landed on (Y/n), without a hint of surprise nor did he even try to search for her.

Blade knew she was there.

But (Y/n) was shocked to see him.

Lover or not, he was threatening the lives of the innocent, so she rushed forward and pushed the taller girl behind her, fan in her hand. She was ready to fight him should the need arise.

But looking into his tired but passionate eyes, she knew he had no intention to attack. Just standing still to serve as a warning.

"Let's go, Bladie~" the wine-red haired woman called out as she looked down from the platform they were standing on, as if to approximate the height of the platform to the main ground or to foreplan their landing.

"Two more places to visit..." the woman said, before turning around and falling off the ledge freely, arms widespread as she did.

Blade immediately put the shattered sword behind his back in a stance, giving (Y/n) one last longing glance. It seemed that he had more to say but out came no words nor did his mouth open to say the words he desired to whisper.

But they needed no words to be able to tell what he wanted to say.

"Stay out of this."

With that he swiftly left and dived down, following after Kafka.

The two swiftly landed on the ground and merely walked through the public without the need to hide nor camouflage. The revival of the Ambrosial Arbor served as the perfect distraction.

Kafka smiled and laughed softly as she walked past the guards and civilians, taking in the sweet feeling of fear, a feeling she wasn't able to experience herself. Then she saw her companion that looked a little less than usual.

"Oh, don't look so disdainful, Bladie...you'll get to see that princess soon than later." She said with a soft chuckle leaving her slightly chapped lips.

"No." The brooding man answered in a deep voice, as if holding back his own emotions and thoughts.

"I don't want her to get involved. I don't want her to get hurt."

"But with the path chosen, she'll have to get involved, whether she likes it or not." Kafka replied with a sorry smile on her lips.

Ah...lovebirds...

"Agh ! Did Kafka escape ? How are we supposed to explain this to the Master Diviner ?!" March groaned, looking down from the platform they stood on, then back to (Y/n) and Stelle.

"If what she said is true, then we wont have to explain anything." Stelle said, and (Y/n) who stood next to her nodded, a frustrated frown on her lips.

"H-hey ! D-did she brainwash you ?!"

(Y/n) chuckled softly and shook her head in amusement.

As they were heading back to meet up with the Master Diviner, who (Y/n) had left hanging a while ago due to the fear of the Stellaron Hunter running lose before them, they had met up with a certain foxian Amicassador who was standing on one of the bridges on the other end of the screens, staring at the tree in awe.

"Wasn't this the dead tree Qingque showed us earlier ? How did it grow all of a sudden ?" March asked as they watched the fiery tree blazing in the distance, fire eternally burning without leaving any ash nor dying out.

"Amazing ! Absolutely amazing !" Tingyun gasped, watching the Ambrosial Arbor with intense fascination in her eyes. "Even the long-lived might not witness something like this in their lifetime ! I'm incredibly lucky !"

(Y/n) could merely stare at the brunette, suspicion in her bright (e/c) eyes. Was this a normal reaction towards the plagues of abundance thriving ? She would've expected a more...horrified reaction, but...maybe that's youth these days ?

Perhaps they didn't really account towards the horrible meaning the tree represented. Nor the sacrifices made to keep it sealed deep down in waters...

"No. This isn't something to rejoice about." (Y/n) said sternly, glaring at the tree with hate and remorse. "This tree...is a plaguemark of the Plagues Author. And it was by no normal means was it revived. It was meant to stay dormant, and sealed."

"Such...extraordinary energy. It's no doubt the Stellaron." Welt said, stepping up and pushing up his glasses up his nose.

"Mr. Yang, do you mean...that the Stellaron is making the Ambrosial Arbor grow ?" March asked, looking at the older man who stood next to the former High Elder of the Xianzhou : Luofu.

"Yes, the Stellaron that the Cloud Knights are searching for must be causing this anomaly !" Welt said, looking at (Y/n) who looked oddly guilty, seeming restless.

She knew the reason for the seal growing weak. It was her own fault. But...

She looked at her own hands.

She alone isn't enough to seal the power. Her power is split into two, and she has no idea whether the authority still lied within her, or was it passed onto Bailu, the current High Elder...?

And she didn't know what happened after Imbibator Lunae's execution. Was he safe ? Where was he ? What did he look like now ?

Welt noticed the anxiousness of the woman next to him, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder as he tried not to startle her. He smiled warmly at her, nodding his head.

"Whatever the cause, we must first go meet Lady Fu Xuan." He said, looking straight into (Y/n)'s eyes.

Yes. That was exactly what they needed right now. So she nodded her head. Welt nodded again, relieved that she was alright and still within the zone.

So off they went, walking towards the inner gates of the Divination Commission to find Fu Xuan.

"Unless Kafka deceived the Matrix of Prescience..." Fu Xuan mumbled, putting her hand to her lips, anxiously biting on her thumb subconsciously.

"Stay calm, Master Fu, the Matrix of Prescience does not lie." Jing Yuan said softly. "The logic you laid out concerning Kafka makes sense-- it helped me fill in another piece of the puzzle."

"I agree that there is a hostile external force at work on the Luofu. The Stellaron didn't appear out of thin air-- someone managed to sneak it onto the ship." Jing Yuan explained to the anxious Master Diviner, but his own face looking grim and serious, noting that this wasn't something to be taken lightly.

"As for the culprits behind the Luofu's internal strive, I believe we are dealing with the so-called Disciples of Sanctus Medicus-- that shadowy organization of the Denizens of Abundance."

"Kafka's revelation's confirm my suspicions." Jing Yuan said with a nod of his head, a small smile on his lips.

But his insight was what shocked Fu Xuan instead of relieving her. "You..." She stuttered, thinking about her choice of words for a bit. "General, when did you have these suspicions ?"

This man surely wasn't a force to be taken lightly. But with that lazy gaze of his and his lack of enthusiasm for work made people look down on him or even disregard him as a threat.

But he wasn't the one of the seven Arbiter-Generals for nothing.

"The moment the planter of the Stellaron revealed themself." He said simply, crossing over his arms. "The Xianzhou has the blessing of the Reignbow Arbiter-- only another Aeon's Emanator would be capable of sneaking onto the ship without my knowing."

"We are dealing with an external threat."

"The Stellaron corrosion continues to flood into the ship, yet it bypassed both the Seat of Divine Foresight and The Shackling Prison...there is forethought here-- our enemy must have had the access to Luofu Intelligence for things to unfold this way..." Jing Yuan said, looking around the base of the Divination Commission.

This reminded him of a scene long in the past.

Of an arrogant man seeking to be paid favor by the man with the coldest stares and the most selfish and self-centered man, resulting the in the death of a beloved.

"It is evident now..." Jing Yuan sighed softly.

Shall events come to unfold the same as in the past, he wouldn't let the same outcome happen again. No. This time, he's an adult with power and experience.

He'd do anything to protect that soft smile on those smooth lips he watched to be still for centuries.

"The Stellaron Hunters..." Jing Yuan addressed, looking at a little solemn at the mention of the faction. "They aren't the ones behind the curtain. No, as soon as I set eyes on Blade, it was clear to me. But why is he here ?"

He knew the answer to that question. But that wasn't enough of a reason. Why did he bring Kafka ? Why this timing with the Stellaron burst ?

"And why did he draw the Astral Express ? That piece of the puzzle still eludes me."

The man thought long and hard about it, but he was still confused to specifically why the Astral Express had to be brought here onto the Xianzhou Luofu. Why not anywhere else ? Why during this timing ?

He couldn't answer that himself.

He sighed.

"Nevertheless, Lady Fu." The tall general said, looking at the smaller lady before him. "Your intel means the puzzle is more complete than it was before, haha."

"These Stellaron Hunters are a captivating group-- such lengths to get the Xianzhou and the Express on the same track. Who would've believed it ?"

Fu Xuan was getting a little pissed though, this wasn't anything related to the current status quo.

"General, we must retain all urgency ! The Ambrosial Arbor--" "It's the Stellaron." The General cut her off with a frown on his lips.

"No need to search high and low-- the traitors have planted it in the Ambrosial Arbor's delve, thereby causing the tree to grow once again. The Disciples of Sanctus Medicus couldn't hold off any longer." Jing Yuan said, unfolding his arms.

"Every crisis has a turning point." Fu Xuan said softly. "A problem is easier to resolve when you know where it lies."

Jing Yuan then smirked at her words, putting his hand on his hip as he knowingly raised his eyebrows at her. Fu Xuan didn't get it for a moment, but when she did, she frowned with a small pout on her lips.

"Am I coming up with the plan again...?" She sighed, looking up at him.

"Of course," Jing Yuan said without shame nor hesitation. "I'm sure you have a countermeasure at the ready, Master Diviner."

"From my perspective, convening the Cloud Knights is our immediate priority." Fu Xuan said after a while of thinking. "We must head into the roots of the Ambrosial Arbor, expel the Stellaron spirits, and prevent the Arbor's resurrection."

"I hope we need not ask the assistance of the Saltator Lunae...it would be...quite poor of us to make her use her powers after being in and out of consciousness repeatedly..." Fu Xuan said, looking down, deep in thought. "I propose that we request her help shall the need arises."

"Mhmm~" he hummed in satisfaction, nodding his head to the Master Diviner's thoughts towards resolving the matter. "As ever the Master Diviner's omniscia provides the fastest solution. However, sometimes speed is not everything."

"I have known the Stellaron's location for a while now, so why have I held back our forces ? Why did I let (Y/n) roam around even when I knew is her...unstable constitution ?" He asked, letting Fu Xuan think for a moment.

Fu Xuan thought for a moment, looking down before her eyes went back up to Jing Yuan.

"General..."

"You're a scoundrel."

Jing Yuan chuckled softly, shaking his head softly. Those words...were somewhere distant in his past, in his memory, through years of living.

He looked at the board of Starchess before him, smiling smugly as he looked at his opponent who sat across him. She frowned, her eyebrow twitching in displeasure and irritation.

"Jing Yuan, you scoundrel." She said with contempt.

"Haha~ you cant say that, (Y/n). It is unbecoming of the benevolent and highly-respected Saltator Lunae~" He said with a smirk on his lips, chuckling with pride and slyness.

"And you cannot use such underhanded tactics in trying to fool me." Dan Jia said, hands on her hips as her beautiful hair swayed in the wind.

"Who said I was fooling you, dear friend ?" He asked, reaching out a hand to sweep back her soft and silky strands of hair behind ear.

"I was just...suggesting you a move and you fell right into my trap."

"You're just too kind for your own good, Dan Jia." He said, putting his chin in the palm of his hand, a light blush on his cheeks as he retracted his hand from her.

"You should be careful. People might take your kindness for granted, or even take advantage of your naivety."

Dan Jia pouted, crossing over her arms over her chest with an embarrassed blush on her cheeks for being called naive and gullible.

"It would surely eat you up one day. So be careful..."

And it really was the reason for her downfall, being betrayed by her family. Her lover and her brother.

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heaven-s-black-box · 11 days

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Words and Actions- Jing Yuan & child!Reader

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Recovery date: April 19th, 2024

Description: Hello. I was wondering if you could make a platonic Honkai Star Rail story with the reader being Jing Yuan's child and but they ended up running away to stay with their mother because they keep messing things up especially after Jing Yuan and the readers mother got divorced. it takes awhile but a few months later the reader suddenly returned to the Loufu because of some disaster where the reader had been living with their mother and Jing Yuan also wanted to talk the reader so he would finally be able to apologize to them especially after he accidentally saw the diary they kept on their computer. (I was kind of inspired by the first episode of The Owl House season three Thanks To Them for this request but If you're not not comfortable with writing this that's completely alright and I wish you a good morning/afternoon or goodnight☺️)

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions.

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Jing Yuan had imagined this conversation a hundred times, and everytime he only found himself proving them right.

No matter what he said to them in his head, their response always sounded wrong. He imagined they’d give him the silent treatment, but then they wouldn’t listen to his apology and that didn’t sound right. If they yelled and cried the words sounded wrong, he couldn’t imagine them saying they hated him. The idea that they would hug him as soon as they saw each other broke his heart because he knew it wouldn’t be that easy. Jing Yuan did not know how to reconcile with his child because he did not know his child.

“General?” Fu Xuan called from the door of the seat of divine foresight. “They’re awake.”

He may not know what to say, or what was about to happen, but he knew what he had to do.

Fu Xuan entered the seat of divine foresight to take over for him while he headed to the alchemy commission.

All throughout the starskiff ride, his hand mindlessly traced a small square in his palm. It was a habit he had picked up when he returned to work after their birth, tracing the size of their tiny hand in his. When had it gotten so big? Was it close to the same size as his now? Was it as soft as the last time he’d held their hand?

The alchemists waved him through to a small hut as soon as he arrived.

His feet felt heavy as he approached the door, the sound of soft laughter slipping through the open window. Lady Bailu was running them through how to use their pain medicine and reminding them to keep their bandages dry. He didn’t know what happened for them to end up bleeding and barely conscious in starskiff haven, no one had had a chance to ask yet.

The door in front of him opened, and he looked down to see Bailu staring up at him. The dragon lady cleared her throat and waved her hand, indicating he needed to move.

“Sorry.” He stepped aside, letting her leave. “May I-”

“It’s up to her,” Bailu shrugged, looking back into the hut.

Jing Yuan followed her gaze to see Y/n sitting up in bed, their head and one of their forearms wrapped in bandages. They were staring at him, but looked away when he made eye contact.

“It’s okay. Thank you, Lady Bailu.”

Bailu nodded and excused herself.

The general slowly entered the hut, as if he was afraid Y/n would run away or change their mind, and carefully closed the door behind himself. He took a seat on the stool beside them.

“How are you feeling?” He asked after a moment of silence.

“Lady Bailu says I have a concussion and some minor burns.” They raised the arm that was wrapped up. “The stupid ship malfunctioned,” they grumbled.

“I heard that your ship was barely functional when it arrived.”

“Yup,” they sighed, popping the p. They leaned back against the headboard and let their head lean against the wall. “The anti matter legion attacked the world we’ve been living on. I was on my way back from a trip and the second I got back to the plant I was attacked, so… I left.”

They fell silent, their eyes slipping shut as they relaxed. Then suddenly they opened and they turned to him with a panicked expression.

“Mom-”

“She already knows. Lady Bailu responded to a message she sent you, and so she messaged me to make sure you really were here. I promised to bring you back as soon as I could.”

“You mean send me back. Take me back implies you’re going with me,” they snipped, leaning back into the wall.

“No, I said what I mean.” Y/n side eyed him, and he took a deep breath. “I understand you’re tired, so if you’d like we can talk later.”

“It’s fine. I’m not allowed to sleep right now anyways.”

Jing Yuan nodded, but when he went to speak he couldn’t find the words. Instead, he reached to the pitcher on their bedside table and poured them both a glass of water. He stared into the cup for a moment, then cleared his throat and tried again.

“I’m sorry.” Outside, he could hear people moving about and a bird likely perched on the tree just outside. Y/n didn’t say anything. “I found your diary,” he could feel them glare at him, but they still didn’t speak, “I promise I didn’t realize that’s what it was.”

“How do you mistake a diary for something else?”

“I thought it was one of your school work books.”

They tilted their head from side to side, accepting the response. Y/n motioned for him to continue as they took a sip of water.

“I should have noticed the pressure you were feeling, and the expectations that you felt due to my position.”

Y/n began to bite at the inside of their lip and fiddle with the bandages on their arm. Jing Yuan waited to see if they’d speak.

He was about to continue when they spoke up.

“I didn’t want to leave,” they mumbled. “I was just… so tired, and you were never around!” Y/n’s eyes went glassy and their throat tightened up. “I was always the general's kid, and it felt like I was never doing good enough. I hate feeling like a bad mark would make people question you.”

“Why would that make people question me?” He cooed.

“I don’t know!” They hiccuped. “It was stupid, but it didn’t-”

Jing Yuan moved to sit by their feet and pulled them down into a hug. Y/n wasted no time throwing their arms around him and sobbing into his shoulder, their tears soaking into his shirt. He didn’t care that they were getting snot all over his uniform, he would spend the rest of the day in a messy uniform if it meant he could hold them a little longer.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into the top of their head before kissing it. “I’m sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t tell me, and that you couldn’t make mistakes for my sake. It isn’t your job to worry about my reputation, but thank you. I know you were just trying to help, and I’m proud to have such a caring child.

He rubbed a hand up and down their back soothingly as they continued sobbing into his chest.

When their sobs turned into hiccups, he helped them sit back up and handed them their water. They chugged it, and he poured them another glass and set it aside.

Jing Yuan took Y/n’s hand in his and pressed their palms together, smiling.

“Your hand used to fit right into my palm… it was so tiny. When did you get so big?”

They laughed softly, wiping the lingering tears from their lashes.

“I don’t know.” They laced their fingers with his and let their hands drop between them as he rubbed his thumb along the back of their hand. “Dad?”

“Yes?”

“Can I stay here for a bit?”

“Always.”

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pengiesama · 4 years

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i fear that if i put the real fic title in here tumblr will ban me (Fic, TGCF, HC/XL)

Title: xxx bubble-butt twink gets gloryholed by hung tatted-up sugar daddy xxx STREAM FREE ONLINE NOW CLICK HERE xxx Series: Heavenly Official’s Blessing (Tian Guan Ci Fu) Pairing: Hua Cheng/Xie Lian

Summary:

Xie Lian investigates a hole in the wall of his shrine and gets himself stuck. After being saved from his predicament by Hua Cheng, Xie Lian becomes aware of his true destiny, which is to get stuck again and have Hua Cheng fuck him while he’s in there.

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On the bright side, this was hardly the worst place he’d found himself stuck.

Xie Lian shifted his weight awkwardly, his feet just barely finding purchase on the floor before scrabbling, slipping, and pedaling helplessly in the air. He huffed a shallow puff of irritation. What a sight he was: this so-called once-martial now-scrap god, so unaware of his own body that he’d gotten stuck midway through this hole in the wall of his shrine, and so helpless that he was unable to wriggle himself free.

How had it come to this? Well, Xie Lian could hardly claim ignorance to that matter. He had been doing his morning workout routine; just a light regimen of a thousand rapid-fire kicks and punches, followed up by five-hundred upside-down mid-air crunches while Ruoye suspended him from the ceiling by his ankles, then some cool-down stretches before he went to tend to the morning’s chores. It was scaled back from what he would consider his standard repertoire, but with the increase in prayers he needed to attend to recently, and Hua Cheng’s recent return to his side, he just couldn’t spare a whole thirty minutes each morning and had to make do with fifteen (sometimes only ten!). He had finished up his last set of stretches, and untwisted his leg from behind his neck to grab a meat bun from the plate Hua Cheng had set out for him before heading outside to chop wood. He rose to his feet, bouncing on his heels with the sort of refreshed energy one received from a brisk morning workout, and took a bite of his meat bun –

– but then he saw it. A mysterious hole in the shrine’s wall.

Of course, a hole in the wall should have hardly registered as strange to Xie Lian. He was so used to living in ramshackle huts at this point (when he even had a roof over his head at all), that a simple, single hole shouldn’t even have been on his radar. But with Puqi Shrine having gone through its recent renovations, a hole was worrisome. What if the builders’ work wasn’t holding up? Did his Puqi Shrine miss being what it once was, and was it in the process of reverting to its previous form? The thought of his continued residence in a potentially-sentient building rose even more questions and concerns. Thus, the hole begged investigation.

It was a fairly sizable hole, enough for Xie Lian to poke his head through. The hole led nowhere strange or mysterious; it simply allowed Xie Lian a view of the shrine’s back garden. He frowned and wiggled his way through the hole a bit more – having to jump a bit as he did so, due to the height of the hole – to check the exterior of the shrine, the ground beneath the hole, for any clues.

Strange. An indentation in the grass beneath, like a heavy weight had flattened the blades repeatedly, and a series of tiny footprints leading away, but not towards, the shrine. What could this possibly mean?

Then, the action that sealed his fate. Looking for a shortcut to get into the back garden to continue his investigation, Xie Lian tried to wiggle his way completely through the hole. But haste made waste, and indeed, no sooner did his waist pass through the hole did Xie Lian find himself stuck tight in place.

It was, indeed, really just an ordinary hole in the wall. There were no wicked magics holding him in place. Xie Lian knew the real culprits: his reduced morning workout routine, him becoming newly re-accustomed to having daily meals, and the combined affect these two items had on the size of his backside. Xie Lian flushed hot and sighed. No sense dwelling on the whys, when there was the matter of how he was supposed to free himself without tearing down the entire shrine wall in the process…

Xie Lian was so deep in thought that he did not notice the approach of a certain individual; a certain particular individual, who only ever had one target in mind.

A pair of strong, familiar hands seized his buttcheeks and gave them a reverent squeeze. Xie Lian yelped and flailed his legs, and felt his cheeks (the ones on his face) burn hotter at the sound of Hua Cheng’s low, amused chuckle.

“Does gege need some help?”

“I—um.” Xie Lian felt Hua Cheng’s hands move up to grasp his waist, his fingers gently probing to check for splintered wood, nails, anything that could catch and tear at Xie Lian’s clothes and skin if he tried to pull him free. He felt the blush start to spread down his neck. “I’m, um, there was a h-hole here…”

“Mmm,” Hua Cheng agreed. There was a rustle of movement, as if Hua Cheng was kneeling down, to inspect the hole closer, to plan on how to best ease Xie Lian free as gently as possible. “I’ll have someone by to deliver materials for repair as soon as we’ve gotten gege free and tended to any of his scrapes.”

Hua Cheng could do anything he wanted to him, like this. Xie Lian’s legs were dangling helplessly, unable to find purchase on the floor. His San Lang could simply chuckle in that dark and delicious way of his, could lift his robes up and tug his trousers down to expose him completely. Xie Lian wouldn’t be able to cover himself up, wouldn’t be able to get too overcome by shyness and spoil the mood. His San Lang could…he could chide Xie Lian for being careless, when there were wicked and dangerous men lurking about. Then he could, he could use h-his tongue first, his tongue and then his fingers and then when Xie Lian was trembling and begging for it he could take out his cock and—

Hua Cheng’s hands settled firmly on Xie Lian’s hips. He tugged up and back, and Xie Lian felt a surprised shout spark through his whole body like a bolt of lightning.

“…gege?”

Xie Lian felt a slight breeze. He looked down. He wasn’t stuck anymore. That startled jerk of his appeared to have torn him entirely free of the wall, and had taken around three-quarters of said wall down with it.

Xie Lian mournfully gazed at the wreckage and sighed. His own shyness, his own imagination, his own giant ass, had spoiled the mood once more between them. Hua Cheng was at his side in less than a moment, gently checking him for injuries all while he assured him that a simple wall could be rebuilt in an afternoon, an hour, less than that if it would please His Highness most. Xie Lian wrapped his arms around Hua Cheng and buried his face in his chest, trying to rub the red from his cheeks off on Hua Cheng’s clothes.

“San Lang,” he said, morose. “My butt broke my shrine.”

Hua Cheng seemed to need a moment to process that statement. After a long pause, a hand came to the back of Xie Lian’s head to stroke his hair, and Hua Cheng pressed a kiss to his temple. Was Hua Cheng’s hand trembling? Perhaps it was his imagination.

“This San Lang will have your shrine fixed within the hour,” Hua Cheng said in a strained tone.

He Xuan was spending a fine gray morning floating face-down in one of the lakes on Black Water Island, wallowing in lonely and bitter regret. His morning routine was interrupted by the all-too-familiar chime of a new incoming voice call from Crimson Rain in the array. He Xuan let out an irritated stream of bubbles, plunged a hand into the dark waters, and pulled out a lobster. He flopped over to float on his back, then pressed the thrashing, snapping creature to his ear.

“What do you want?” he grumbled.

Crimson Rain was heaving for breath on the other end, as if he was about to expire for the fourth time. He Xuan didn’t even have the energy to roll his eyes. He just stared blankly at the gray, sunless skies, took a bite of his lobsterphone, and waited for Crimson Rain to start babbling on about whatever his prince had done to get him outrageously horny now.

“His…his sacred and divine backside…His Highness’ backside…”

“Okay,” He Xuan said. “Is that all for today?”

“His ass. He smashed a wall with his ass. God I wish that were me.”

He Xuan ate the rest of his phone to excuse himself from the rest of the conversation, flipped back over, and got back to the wallowing thing.

Xie Lian’s mind was consumed with a single purpose: he needed to get fucked by his San Lang while stuck in a wall. But how, pray tell, was a little old god like himself to achieve this?

Presumably the standard advice would be to simply be bold and ask directly, but alas, Xie Lian would never have the face to do such a thing. He could barely ask for that in ordinary circumstances, and even in those circumstances he could never manage to do it outright…when he, well, wanted to, he had to just hope that Hua Cheng would see his furtive glances, notice how he kept fiddling with his hair and clothes and fingers, notice how he kept scooting in close, and draw the appropriate conclusions. And of course, his clever San Lang usually did, bless his intuition. Bless his ability to be more straightforward with his intentions. Xie Lian was never left guessing when Hua Cheng was in the mood to do that. At least there was one person in this relationship who knew what they were doing in the bedroom, and knew how to maneuver them there in the first place.

Indirect requests were Xie Lian’s usual style, but the question still remained: how does one ask indirectly to be fucked through a wall? As sharp as Hua Cheng’s intuition usually was, Xie Lian couldn’t possibly expect him to draw the appropriate conclusion if did the standard stare, fiddle-fiddle-fiddle, scoot, then proceeded to kick a hole in the nearest wall and climb halfway through it.

Perhaps…perhaps if he simply presented Hua Cheng with another opportunity, Hua Cheng himself would have the same idea? Xie Lian could get “stuck” in a wall again, yes. And then Hua Cheng could come to the rescue again. And then Xie Lian would think really, really, really hard about wanting to be fucked, and try to psychically implant the thought into Hua Cheng’s head. And then Hua Cheng would understand, and he could suggest it to Xie Lian in that smooth way of his that made even the strangest and wildest of acts seem so enticing, and Xie Lian could agree as if it had been his idea all along, and they could get to it. Yes, this was the best route.

And so, Xie Lian had to be on the lookout for an opportune time to spring this trap of opportunity. Moreover, he needed an appropriate location – namely, a wall with a hole in it, just big enough for him to fit through halfway, and just high enough so his feet didn’t touch the ground, because after reviewing his feelings at length and in detail, Xie Lian decided that he quite liked that idea.

It was such a simple plan. All it needed was a bit of cunning, and a bit of luck.

Which was, of course, the real problem.

A month. A month had not presented Xie Lian with a hole that met his criteria, nor with any opportunities to sneakily make one on his own. They had spent the past month so busy that there was barely any time to steal a few fleeting kisses between Xie Lian’s general godly duties and his responsibilities in Heaven preparing for the Mid-Autumn Banquet, and Hua Cheng’s own responsibilities managing Ghost City. The few quiet moments they had together were spent in the private quarters of Qiandeng Temple – certainly not a place where Xie Lian would feel comfortable casually punching holes in the wall. What further flustered Xie Lian was that they hadn’t even properly done that in a month, either; an extra frisson that gave his longing a sharp, keen edge.

He would settle for an imperfect hole at this point; one where he technically had enough space to get out on his own, or one where his feet touched the ground just fine. He would also settle for just getting San Lang’s dick in him, really deep, while he was pinned against a wall or bent over a table or something. He was losing the will to be picky.

It was in the glow of twilight that Xie Lian trudged back to Puqi Shrine, alone; he’d just gotten back from visiting Guoshi to bid him a happy Mid-Autumn, and needed to drop off the strange-smelling tea that Guoshi had insisted on sending with him to help with the effects of breaking certain rules regarding his cultivation. He appreciated the concern, but his spiritual energy reserves would be topped up the next time he could get Hua Cheng to coat his insides with his—

Thump.

Xie Lian rose an eyebrow at the thud against the (newly-repaired) wall of his shrine. It was coming from exactly the same spot as the hole on that fateful day that had cursed Xie Lian’s dick.

Thump.

There it was again. Quietly, cautiously, Xie Lian crept outside and around to the back of his shrine to take a look.

Thump.

The tiny blob of ectoplasmic slime flung itself at Xie Lian’s shrine face-first. It collided with the heavy, hard wood, and fell to the grass below. After but a moment, it got back up, scurried away on a pair of tiny little feet, then turned back around to fling itself back at the shrine again to repeat the process. Xie Lian was mystified.

“Excuse me,” Xie Lian said, catching the slime ghost by the foot in mid-jump. “Why are you flinging yourself at my shrine?”

The slime ghost blinked at him with its giant eyes, then made a gurgling noise.

“Please stop it,” Xie Lian requested. “You’re damaging the building.”

The slime ghost continued to stare. Xie Lian really didn’t want to continue this conversation for longer than he had to. The Mid-Autumn Banquet was tonight in Heaven, and he fully intended on skipping out to hunt down Hua Cheng in Ghost City.

“There’s a Temple of Ming Guang two towns over,” Xie Lian suggested. “Solid stone walls, inlaid with gold and jade, very luxurious to collide with.”

The slime ghost’s eyes widened, and it wiggled loose from Xie Lian’s hold. Xie Lian pointed, and the slime ghost took off in the direction of his finger, its little feet scurrying and leaving tiny wisps of ghost slime in its wake.

Belatedly, as he stepped through the Distance-Shortening Array that they had set up within Puqi Shrine, Xie Lian realized that he could have utilized the ghost as a hole-making excuse. Honestly, though, he’d just as soon forget that strange encounter had ever happened.

The Distance-Shortening Array within Puqi Shrine connected directly to Qiandeng Temple’s innermost quarters. These quarters served as His Highness’ private chambers; for relaxation, for meditation, for bathing, for study, for sleep. They were strictly off-limits to any visiting worshippers, save any that His Highness would condescend to allow inside. This honor was granted to only one worshipper, and one alone.

“Gege.”

Xie Lian could feel the heat and overwhelming power of his presence from the moment he set foot into the room. A pair of large, elegant hands grasped his waist, nearly circling it whole in their grip. Xie Lian felt the wet heat of lips against his neck, the underside of his jaw. Teeth against his ear, where that red pearl hung like a ripened fruit.

Xie Lian let out a shuddering sigh from deep within his chest, and allowed himself to be yanked back to press flush against that hard, familiar chest. Hua Cheng’s hands moved; one smoothing up to squeeze at his chest, the other grasping his ass hard enough to surely bruise, even through his clothes. Oh, please let it have bruised, Xie Lian so desperately wanted to feel the ache of it tomorrow.

“Gege…” Hua Cheng bent his knees to try and lower them to the soft rug beneath their feet, refusing to move his hands even as he did so. “Oh, your highness, my god, my husband; this lowly worshipper misses your body so desperately, forgive him for his haste…”

“San Lang, ahh…” Xie Lian broke off into a moan as Hua Cheng’s mouth moved back down his neck, sucking wet kisses down its column, down his nape, across his shoulder as his robes slipped with their movements. “I, I n-need…I need you to…”

Hua Cheng gave an open-mouthed moan against his nape as he kissed it again, again, again. His hand had slipped into the folds of Xie Lian’s robes to grope his chest in earnest.

“Anything His Highness desires, this husband will provide. Please, tell me how to serve you.”

“I…”

Xie Lian bit his lip and gently touched his fingertips to the back of Hua Cheng’s famished hands. Obeying the request, Hua Cheng stopped his ministrations, even as Xie Lian could feel every muscle, every tendon in his body trembling with the strain.

It was very difficult to get the words out. More difficult to focus when he could feel the heavy, rigid press of his husband’s cock against the back of his thigh. His poor San Lang, he’d suffered just as keenly as Xie Lian this past month. His cock was probably aching and flushed dusky red. If Xie Lian bent to kiss it better, his San Lang wouldn’t be able to take the teasing, and would slide right into Xie Lian’s mouth and throat until his come coated his tongue and dribbled over his lips and chin. So much more delicious and fulfilling than his previous experiences with sword-swallowing.

Oh, and as for the idea of Hua Cheng taking his mouth thusly while he was stuck in a wall…a shiver wracked Xie Lian’s whole body. Hua Cheng’s embrace tightened, and he rutted once, twice against the back of Xie Lian’s leg before sliding his cock between his thighs. He rubbed there, slowly, deliberately; seeking some relief from his aching desire as Xie Lian deliberated.

His breath was back on Xie Lian’s ear, fluttering there as he repeated his previous request: “Please, tell me how to serve you.”

Xie Lian steeled his resolve. With monumental willpower, he slipped from his husband’s embrace. He gave him a quick peck on his cheek to reassure him, then stepped away wordlessly, backing up until he was against a wall. His eyes never left Hua Cheng’s. Hua Cheng stood in place obediently, but the obvious show of interest between his legs, coupled with the expression on his face, confirmed his desire to fuck Xie Lian as deep as his cock could reach.

Well, the feeling was mutual. Xie Lian wound up and put his fist through the wall behind him, punching out a clean, neat hole that fit his preferred specifications on width and height perfectly.

“San Lang,” Xie Lian said, dusting off his knuckles.

“Gege,” Hua Cheng replied, clearly confused, but still very hard.

Xie Lian took a deep breath. He chewed on his lip, poked his index fingers together, and shifted his weight from foot to foot.

“Can we, um…do that…here…”

Hua Cheng approached, clearly turning the situation over in his mind. He took Xie Lian’s wall-punching hand and kissed the knuckles tenderly, sending out spiritual energy to soothe any discomfort. (His San Lang was a worrywart about such things; it was only a wall, after all.) Once each knuckle had been kissed to his satisfaction, Hua Cheng pressed Xie Lian’s palm to his own cheek and laid one more kiss there; letting his eyes fall shut, lingering a moment in that warmth.

“I would like to make sure that I understand what His Highness is asking to do,” Hua Cheng said, still nuzzling into Xie Lian’s hand. Xie Lian could feel the words form from the movement of his lips. “So allow me to confirm. My husband would like me to fuck him?”

“Uh-huh.” Xie Lian let out a little gasp as Hua Cheng’s lips moved to his wrist, and a hint of tongue traced the veins beneath the tender skin there. “Y-yes. This husband would like that very much.”

“And,” Hua Cheng continued. “He would like to be done through this hole.”

Xie Lian nodded his head once, then twice more rapidly. “Yes. Yes, just like that.”

Hua Cheng gave a low, wicked chuckle that turned Xie Lian’s bones to liquid.

“Hmm. I’m not sure if I understand, still,” Hua Cheng said, lying through his teeth, with an utterly devastating smirk quirking those lips of his. “Forgive this devoted worshipper’s confusion, but he wishes to hear it directly from the mouth of his god.”

Xie Lian puffed out his cheeks in frustration, pursed his lips, and felt a hot flush creep all the way from cheeks to chest. His dear San Lang was so considerate to request such permission, and also, such an awful bully to him.

“I. I want San Lang to…f-fuckmethroughthishole.”

Hua Cheng laved his tongue from wrist to the bend of Xie Lian’s elbow. “Come again?”

“I!” Xie Lian felt tears begin to prickle at the corners of his eyes. Hua Cheng grabbed his waist with one hand and his elbow in the other, keeping him from moving an inch. “San Lang, husband, please, fuck me, give it to me through that hole, mercy, have mercy…”

Hua Cheng bundled him into his arms for a crushing embrace before claiming his mouth with a kiss. His tongue slipped in to taste and swallow down Xie Lian’s pleas, and the moans rumbling from deep within his chest.

“San Lang is being a bully…” Xie Lian finally managed to level the accusation at him after Hua Cheng released him from his lips’ nefarious clutches, and redirected his attention to divesting Xie Lian of his clothing.

“Pray that His Highness, in his boundless mercy, forgives this creature.” As he slid Xie Lian’s robes from his shoulders, Xie Lian spied a collection of silk sheets and pillows arranging themselves inside the hole he punched. His heart sped up. Yes, that would be more comfortable an experience for him, wouldn’t it? “Having gone a whole month without feeling my husband’s touch, I find myself giving in to my baser impulses.”

In an instant, Xie Lian found himself backed against the wall by Hua Cheng. Hua Cheng’s forearms laid flat on either side of his head, bracketing him in securely. His handsome face was barely an inch from Xie Lian’s nose.

“For example, I was ready to take gege on the floor like an animal the moment he walked in.”

Xie Lian was entirely bare, and Hua Cheng was still wrapped up in his fine silk sleeping robes. The strip of ghostly pale skin at his breast, where the deep crimson-colored silk parted, was a beacon to guide Xie Lian’s hand. He smoothed it down, palm flat against cool skin, parting the fabric and revealing more to tantalize the eye. The firm, defined lines of his chest, the muscles in his abdomen; the way those muscles tensed and jumped as Xie Lian’s hand continued to stroke downwards.

Ah, his conjecture was correct, earlier. His poor, suffering San Lang. His cock was flushed almost as red as his robes, and was so stiff and hard that it looked painful. He’d probably come so much that Xie Lian would be covered in it, down to his ankles, dripping from his dangling feet, by the end. Xie Lian could hardly wait.

Xie Lian gave Hua Cheng a deep, lingering kiss, then turned, bent, and shimmied his way into the silk-lined hole halfway; kicking his legs to scoot him in those last few inches. The silk sheets and pillows cushioned his stomach and sides, and rubbed against his own hard cock with a delicious friction. The neighboring room was one of the meditation chambers, outfitted with an indoor pond and miniature bamboo garden, air heavy with fragrant incense. Xie Lian would’ve felt ashamed for besmirching such a stately-looking room like this, but he and Hua Cheng had already fucked in every room of this temple around eight times over, so that ship had long since sailed. Time to make it nine.

【 Is gege comfortable?】 said Hua Cheng, through their communication array. 【 The walls of the temple are quite thick. I’ll be able to hear gege if he’s loud, but I might miss any smaller complaints. Will gege promise to tell me through the array? 】

【 Of course,】 Xie Lian assured. 【 And no, no, I’m perfectly comfortable. Is San Lang alright? 】

Thick walls, what thick walls? Xie Lian definitely heard that low chuckle of Hua Cheng’s, loud and clear. He felt hands grasp his hips, and a thick, hard cock slotted between his cheeks, rubbing slowly.

【 The view is divine,】 Hua Cheng assured him.

“San Lang!” Xie Lian scolded aloud.

He gave a half-hearted kick, but found his thigh seized with the motion. Xie Lian hardly got the chance to mourn the loss of the feeling of Hua Cheng’s hard cock rubbing against him before he was gasping aloud at the wet, soft press of his tongue on his hole.

“Ah,” Xie Lian moaned. “San Lang, yes, yes, just like that, ahh…”

He felt Hua Cheng’s satisfied sound just as much as he heard it.

In normal circumstances, when Hua Cheng’s mouth was otherwise occupied, Xie Lian would be able to enjoy a break from Hua Cheng’s relentless bedroom teasing. It wasn’t that Xie Lian didn’t enjoy it; really, he did. But it was sometimes just too much for a poor little god to bear, and he’d wind up red-faced and sputtering and spent before they even properly began.

Alas, it seemed that Hua Cheng had a lot to say to him tonight, and would make use of the communication array to do so while his mouth was busy.

【 Gege always serves up such delicious meals,】 San Lang’s voice purred in his mind. His tongue swirled around his entrance, tantalizingly slow, before plunging inside. His hand squeezed his ass roughly before his fingers followed suit, pressing into Xie Lian alongside his tongue. 【 A feast for all five senses. Mmm, I could gorge myself for hours and never have my fill.】

Oh, and Hua Cheng meant it, surely. Xie Lian didn’t doubt that for a moment. He could only hope that tonight, Hua Cheng’s impatience would get the better of him, and Xie Lian would get his cock sooner rather than after several hours of edging.

Hua Cheng’s fingers were fucking into him in earnest now, and his mouth moved to bite at his cheek. Xie Lian squeaked and slapped his palm against the other side of the wall in surprise. He heard Hua Cheng make a soothing noise, then press a kiss to the bite.

【 Sorry, gege,】 Hua Cheng said. 【 How shall I make it up to you, hmm? Ask anything of me. 】

“Put it in,” Xie Lian panted, voice strained. Bracing his hands on the opposite wall, he flailed his dangling legs until they found purchase around some part of Hua Cheng, then hauled him in close. He shoved his hips up and back, blindly trying to find Hua Cheng’s cock. He repeated himself in the array: 【 Put it in. Put it inside right now. 】

Hua Cheng’s grip on his hip tightened, and his fingers fucked inside more roughly. His mouth sucked hard kisses to the inside of his thighs, and Xie Lian could feel the edge of his teeth with each and every one.

【 Gege isn’t prepared yet,】 Hua Cheng said firmly. Xie Lian wondered if his voice would sound so steady if he had to say that aloud. 【 I’ll make it feel good for him, and then he can have my cock. Just a little more time. 】

Xie Lian gave a desperate, wretched moan and smacked his palm on the wall once more. The pleas tumbled out of him in earnest, a mix of broken cries into the air and into the array. “I’m ready!” 【 I can take it, I want it like this, I want to feel the stretch.】 “Please! Just, inside, please…” 【 Please, put it inside, I want my husband’s cock, I want him to—】 “—make me feel it so deep and fill me up until you don’t have anything left, please, San Lang…”

Xie Lian distantly suspected that some of that he accidentally said out loud. There would be time enough later to feel embarrassed about it later. Presently, it was time to redirect his attention to the cock pressing at his hole. Xie Lian let his mouth drop open as it slid into him, deliberately slowly, pushing in inch by inch until Hua Cheng’s hips were flush against him, pressing him even more firmly into the wall.

Xie Lian heard a knocking sound from the other side of the wall, above his head. Puzzled, he craned his neck up to look, before tapping the wall on his end with his knuckles as well. He heard Hua Cheng give a strained chuckle, and felt him move his shaking hands to grasp Xie Lian’s hips.

“Husband,” he moaned. He pulled back nearly entirely, then pressed back in, then repeated the motion with another broken moan. Words began to spill out of him as he fucked into Xie Lian harder, quicker, deeper. “Husband. My husband. Highness. The riches of this city…my power, my strength, my life...all for you, it was only ever for you…”

He was pounding into Xie Lian so hard now that Xie Lian was almost worried that they’d wind up breaking another wall. But it was so hard to keep his mind on anything but how good he felt; how incredible it was to put himself at another’s mercy and be treated with nothing but care and gentleness, and be given such unbelievable pleasure.

The much-abused wall took another hit from Xie Lian’s palm when a thrust from Hua Cheng had his cock pressing into that perfect spot. A hoarse shout wrenched itself from Xie Lian’s wrecked throat.

“There! Ah—San Lang, yesyesyesyes, oh, just like that, justlikethat—”

The silk rubbing on Xie Lian’s cock, and those sweet, relentless thrusts pressing against his most sensitive spot – it was really just too much for one little god such as himself. Indescribable bliss washed over him in waves, making his flailing legs go weak and limp and his jaw go slack as his husband continued to fuck him through it.

His voice was sore from shouting. He was still too delirious with pleasure to form words. But he still didn’t have his husband’s come in him, and that would not do.

【 San Lang makes me feel so good,】 Xie Lian sweetly murmured into their array. 【 Do I make him feel good, too? 】

Hua Cheng’s thrusts into him were becoming desperate, losing their steady rhythm. He couldn’t seem to decide where to put his hands: wrapped around Xie Lian’s waist, clutching his hips, grabbing his thighs, groping his ass; they flittered and fluttered here and there like a butterfly in a flower shop.

“Your Highness…!”

【 Ahh, San Lang, so good…】 Even as Xie Lian spoke in the array, he couldn’t help but moan aloud at the feeling of being filled up, warm and full. He could hear Hua Cheng panting harshly, could feel his hips still jerking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. 【 So good to me.】

It was a long, slow time before Xie Lian came back to himself enough to take stock of the situation. He was still in the wall, for one. And Hua Cheng was still leaning heavily against him. And…and Hua Cheng’s cock was still inside him. And it was still hard.

Xie Lian rapped his knuckles against his side of the wall.

“…San Lang…?” Xie Lian managed in a weak, sore voice.

He heard an answering tap on the other side.

【 I seem to remember gege requesting that we go until I don’t have anything left,】 Hua Cheng clarified. Xie Lian heard him chuckle aloud, and felt him lift his hips to position him for their next round. And their next. And their next. 【 It’s been a month, after all. 】

They’d be here for a while.

“San Lang. I need your honest opinion on something.”

“Of course, gege. How can I assist?”

Xie Lian turned around and stuck out his ass.

“Did my butt get bigger recently?”

Hua Cheng knew everything about Xie Lian, and that included his measurements. Yes, he’d filled in a bit in that specific area recently. But dear god, did Hua Cheng enjoy it. He could not deny: when his god walked in with his itty-bitty waist and that round thing in his face, it got him sprung. Even with it under wraps in those voluminous robes he was wearing, Hua Cheng was hooked, and couldn’t stop staring. He wanted to steal in close to Xie Lian and enshrine the image of his backside in a thousand murals, a thousand more statues. Those two despicable fools had tried to warn Xie Lian, and despite himself, Hua Cheng found they could hardly be blamed on this point. That butt that His Highness possessed made Hua Cheng so horny.

Also, it now jiggled like a rare and delicious dessert when he pounded him from behind. The idea of losing that jiggle-jiggle was a pain that Hua Cheng could not endure, but lying to His Highness was equally painful.

How was he to solve this? The answer was simple. As any healthy couple knows, open communication is important to a lasting marriage.

“Yes, and I love it more than the confines of human speech can fully express,” Hua Cheng replied. “If you’re concerned for my sake, please don’t feel the need to change a thing.”

Xie Lian blinked, then smiled. “Oh! Alright. Thank you, San Lang.”

THE MORAL OF THIS STORY IS:

A FAT ASS AND A SEX HOLE IN YOUR LIVING ROOM WALL CAN SPICE UP ANY MARRIAGE

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