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The goddess Wen Qing heard the prayers of the young men as they were marched towards the pyre like a couple of virgin sacrifices. 

She burned with irritation as she watched the aging priests strip both youth naked of their simple white robes. Their ribs were prominent as a result of being severely underfed their entire life, their cocks shriveled pink things that dangled limply between their legs, bared and vulnerable for the entire village to jeer upon. 

They were half-brothers who went by the name of Wei Wuxian and Mo Xuanyu, previous outcasts for being orphaned bastards and now to be burnt at the stake for supposedly practicing dark magic.

Wen Qing’s younger brother Wen Ning, the God of Death and Decay has always had a soft spot for these twins in particular. When nobody believed in him, when Wen Ning was still a fledgling god, he’d told Wen Qing that Young Master Wei and Young Master Mo had personally swept his forgotten temples clean and offered him sweet little apples to eat. They were the first to offer him kindness when he was still an underdog.

Wen Qing had already decided she would reward these two handsomely. She knew that Wei Wuxian wasn’t someone who lusted after gold, power, or women. He desired nothing more than the simple things in life such as good food, good wine, drunken merry, and perhaps on a deeper level, someone to share it with. Mo Xuanyu on the other hand, wanted to simply have a good time. Wen Qing would grant both of their wishes. 

In the southeast there lived an immortal dragon by the name of Lan Wangji who had been guarding Wen Qing’s stash of healing herbs, ancient texts, and other menagerie of treasures for centuries. His hoard lay in a hidden cave in the center of the mountains. Eons ago she had sculpted the outer gardens into a cloud recess for Lan Wangji so he would have a peaceful place to meditate, nap, and practice his cultivation until he could shapeshift into human form.

 However, after years in solitude, she knew that he had become rather lonely. He needed a mate, and the two nymphs needed a powerful being to protect them (one who wasn’t busy like Wei Qing all the time). It would be a perfect match as long as the brothers were okay with sharing (Wen Qing didn’t think they’d have a problem with him being a dragon and all, it’s not like they were getting any better offers back in their village). 

Wen Qing would grant both Wei Wuxian and Mo Xuanyu immortality so that when they were lit up on fire the flames would only lightly tickle them and not a single hair on their heads would be harmed. However, the masucline hairs on their bodies would burn away, and their cocks would shed their shriveled skin to become smooth-skinned cocklets, their reproductive systems re-engineered for harboring life with their own tantalizing pink holes. 

Lan Wangji had been infatuated from the moment he laid his honey-golden eyes on the twins, who were convinced that the great white dragon had saved them from an untimely death (and had the magic to turn them into breeders). Wen Qing thought there would be no harm in letting them think so. 

Wen Qing knew her tender-hearted brother would be pleased for their safety when she offered Wei Wuxian and Mo Xuanyu to the virtuous Lan Wangji as brides, but no one had been more pleased than Lan Wangji himself. 

Lan Wangji had always considered himself a virtuous dragon. After centuries of repression, though, even he had grievances to correct and desires to indulge in. He quietly rumbled with pleasure as Wen Ning came to officiate their marriage one evening.

It wasn’t the biggest ceremony in the world, but it was more than enough for him. Wei Wuxian’s eyes lit up when he realized there was a jar of wine called Emperor’s Smile. Mo Xuanyu ate the food (mostly a bunch of wild game and meat) as though he’d never been fed properly in his life before. 

Wei Wuxian and Mo Xuanyu looked so much alike that it had taken Lan Wangji a couple days to be able to tell them apart, but by now he was an expert. 

Mo Xuanyu had a slightly smaller frame with thinner limbs. Wei Wuxian was slightly more muscular if one could call it that and often wore his dark brunette hair loose around his shoulders, sometimes tying a red ribbon through it that somehow suited him perfectly. 

Wei Wuxian and Mo Xuanyu both had grey eyes, only Wei Wuxian’s were silvery like a reflection on a lake while Mo Xuanyu’s had flecks of blue in them like ice. They both had flawless porcelain skin that would look simply stunning with bruises and bitemarks and butts as round and juicy and dripping as the peaches in Lan Wangji’s gardens. 

Lan Wangji lived in a cave in the mountains, surrounded by a beautiful garden filled with flowers, green grasses, hordes of bunnies for whatever odd reason, and wide, open streams. Tree branches hung heavy with fruit and bushes found themselves weighed down by glossy berries all year round. Pheasants often ran wild too, and they tasted amazing roasted over a fire. The streams were filled with plenty of fish and once Lan Wangji even caught a wild boar to present to Wei Wuxian and Mo Xuanyu. (Wei Wuxian is pretty sure that Lan Wangji is the first vegetarian dragon to ever exist, though. How can a being that big survive on vegetation alone?!) 

But Lan Wangji made do and only hunted prey when it was time to feed. Only once or twice did the dragon bring back a stray flock of sheep or a cow to munch on, and even though they all had plenty of food, the dragon was still insistent on sharing. Wei Wuxian and Mo Xuanyu’s skinny bodies were beginning to fill out to a healthy size, just in time for the upcoming mating season. 

The afternoons were perfect for Wei Wuxian and Mo Xuanyu to wade into the streams, the scent of the sweet summer grasses and blossoms in the air. Wei Wuxian and Mo Xuanyu would bathe nude and sometimes Lan Wangji would join them by the riverside, gently spraying them with water so they would be clean to the tips of their hair. Other times he’d be content just meditating in the grass, listening to Wei Wuxian chatter away and Mo Xuanyu chiming in quietly every now and again. The breeze would tickle their bare legs deliciously, letting Lan Wangji cast his eyes to the glistening liquids dripping from their wet pink holes.

At night they slept in the softest furs skinned by Lan Wangji, the dragon’s tail coiled around them to protect and keep them warm. Once in a blue moon Lan Wangji would let them climb onto his back, flap his majestic bejeweled wings, and take them soaring into the night until both nymphs were breathless with joy and laughter. 

Wei Wuxian and Mo Xuanyu agreed that no human had ever been as kind to them as this great white dragon. Handsome, a provider, a hoard of wealth, and a private home to offer them. As good of a husband as they’ll get. More than they could have ever hoped for, actually. 

Even in dragon form, Lan Wangji was a radiant looker: sharp golden eyes, a slender body, majestic silvery wings, and scales that shimmered with a hint of blue under the sun. Wei Wuxian and Mo Xuanyu both wholeheartedly agreed that this marriage was the greatest blessing of their lives. After all, it was what their beloved healing goddess wanted, wasn’t it? 

The best part had to be the sex, though. Hot, kinky, wild, passionate, primal, ball-slapping, sex where he and Mo Xuanyu would pass out from Lan Wangji fucking them. As a dragon, of course he had two girthy cocks, one for each of them. 

“Stop―no more, Lan Zhan―I’ll break―” Wei Wuxian’s voice came out in desperate moans as he felt his new husband slam into his tight, wet heat. 

Of course his opening parted to welcome the hot girth plowing him into again and again, each thrust echoing with a filthy squelch, legs spread as obscenely as possible to accommodate the impossible girth between them. Some of the cream dribbled down his thighs but the majority of it was being stirred and sloshed around inside him by that enormous dragon cock: a veiny, red, raw monster that seemed to exist in an endless state of hunger. 

By now Lan Wangji’s length knew the deepest, hottest parts of both Wei Wuxian and Mo Xuanyu’s softened bodies. 

He knew what each of them liked―Wei Wuxian loved to be fucked until he screamed his throat raw and his body writhed absolutely out of control. He loved being tied up, blindfolded, having his cock wrapped in a ribbon, pretending to be penetrated forcefully even though his insides hungered for it. 

Mo Xuanyu usually preferred a gentler pace in a position where he could wrap his legs around Lan Wangji. He was quiet during the day and yet affectionate and sweet in bed at night, preferring to follow along with Wei Wuxian’s antics or just to quietly brood in a corner by himself. He seemed to have warranted a worse abuse throughout his life, and it had taken him a longer amount of time to open up. But after witnessing the chemistry between his gege and their new husband, he too couldn’t resist the pleasures of the flesh and thus allowed himself to be devoured usually in their midst. 

Although Lan Wangji fucked wild and ferid, he could also make love the way blossoms unfurl: like the soft, tender heaviness of round, ripe fruit soaking in its own juice. Just as he knew how to make his husbands’ bodies writhe, he could also make them sing. 

Wei Ying’s hole was positively ruined─there was no way it would ever close as tight as it once did. Tears pooled at the edge of his silver eyes as he guided the second dragon cock into his mouth, hungry and wet and slurping and warming the tip for Mo Xuanyu to later ride on. The pre-cum was as thick as mucus, but it was gooey and delightfully warm and melted into a creamy residue inside his mouth. 

He wrapped his lips and sucked, greedily swallowing everything down in the exact same fashion as his other hole.

The suction in his bottom was igniting the already-existing fire pooling in his stomach, invoking hot, sudden twitches of his body. He knew he was probably grunting like a pig as each flame of pleasure exploded behind his eyes, but he was too far gone to care. Every time Lan Wangji buried himself deeper inside Wei Wuxian, he would tug at one of the rogue dark curls nestling in-between dripping ass cheeks, leaving Wei Wuxian wailing .

Of course, Mo Xuanyu was not made to feel left out. His nipples were swollen and practically soaked in saliva from having both Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian’s mouths work at them earlier (of course, Lan Wangji had to be very gentle as he carefully maneuvered the buds inside his large mouth). Then Wei Wuxian would slightly curl the fingers he’s stuck inside Mo Xuanyu, making the latter gasp and wriggle for more of that sweet, sweet friction. 

Wei Wuxian brought his now-filthy mouth to exchange a kiss so dirty with Lan Wangji that Mo Xuanyu had flushed and habitually looked away. They kissed as if they haven’t in a hundred years, all tongue and no mercy. By the time they are finished, cumis exchanged from tongue to tongue to tongue, and nothing is left untouched.

 Keeping his mouth wrapped around Lan Wangji’s, Wei Wuxian’s hands grabbed Mo Xuanyu and reached parted the younger’s asscheeks to slide Lan Wangji’s hot pulsating second cock inside. 

Mo Xuanyu let out a cry as he bottomed out, his naked chest pressing against Wei Wuxian’s, the red rosebuds on their chests rubbing together, giving them an extra surge of that sweet, sweet friction. 

What once had been a pair of twin rosebuds―furled and pink and virginal―had now become gaping holes that suckled in Lan Wangji’s seed as if that was their sole purpose for existing. Mo Xuanyu’s was still tight because of his smaller stature, but more often that not Lan Wangji would not have to spit a gob of dragon saliva to lube Wei Wuxian up before thrusting his veiny throbbing cock in. 

Wei Wuxian’s mouth then latched onto Mo Xuanyu’s in an especially sinful kiss, letting each other taste the previous thick white cream from Lan Wangji that had exploded across each of their tongues and gushed deep inside their throats. 

They are used to little puddles of cum pooling beneath them, leaking from their holes and trailing down their thighs and permeating the air with the muggy scent of hot, sweaty sex. 

No matter how sloppy they would get, there was a pretty little blue lake in the interior of the cave not far from where they’ve made their nest. They would always bathe together, sometimes go for a refreshing swim. (Or Wei Wuxian can lick it up from the ground, as sometimes he’s horny enough to do.)

At some point during one of their many sex marathons, they had reached an unspoken agreement to switch cocks sometime during the middle of their session. 

“I want to know how my brother tastes,” Wei Wuxian said, crawling forward on all fours, his mouth wide and open and swollen, “Lan Zhan, let me suck you off. Let me taste both of you together before you lay your eggs in me.” 

Wei Wuxian barely finished speaking before he had launched himself at the cock that had just slipped out of Mo Xuanyu with a delicious squelch of friction, making obscene noises as he swirled his tongue around the semen-laden head, moaning at the taste of his half brother and the musk of his lover together. It was driving him crazy, 

He had grown used to their sweaty orgies, but this time was the first time Lan Wangji would flood their wombs with semen and breed them both until both their bellies would be round with eggs. Then a few months later, their slick, warm holes would lay eggs that would stretch them to the limits of their capacities, pink and wet and glistening and loosened in ways unimagined as they would pop out baby after baby. Soon enough Wei Wuxian found his stomach bulging with one of Lan Wangji’s dicks again, lubricated by a mixture of cum, his own spit, and his brother’s puss juice. 

Not only would their soft insides be fucked raw, their prostates abused and swollen, flesh slapping sticky flesh, their sweaty balls rubbing against each other, slutty pink holes shaped to the length(s) they greedily slurp up. 

The hot slick of friction was delicious, and Lan Wangji could barely contain himself any longer. 

Even with his impressive amount of stamina, the sight of the two leggy nymphs impaled on both of Lan Wangji’s engorged dragon cocks was enough to drive him crazy with abandon.

Moans of “ Lan Er Gege! ” and “ Lan Zhan !” echoed off the walls of the cave as Lan Wangji’s cocks swelled to enormous sizes inside them, causing both Wei Wuxian and Mo Xuanyu to clench around him and effectively milk him dry. Wei Wuxian’s hand reached to grab Mo Xuanyu’s as they bounced like a pair of depraved whores. 

“Breed me, Lan Zhan!”

“Me too, Lan Er Gege! Want to be filled up by you!”

“Breed us, Lan Zhan!”

“Breed us, Lan Er Gege!”

Lan Wangji growled softly, a warning to both of them to be quiet as both of his cocks released his hot, sticky seed inside, effectively filling them to the brim with warm, creamy cum. 

“It’s leaking out!” Mo Xuanyu whined as he came down from his high.

“Stick a finger in yourself!” Wei Wuxian replied. “It keeps the cum inside.”

But this time around, Lan Wangji didn’t give them a chance to plug up their holes. Instead, the normally-softening cocks inside their holes grew in size as if they were ready to cum again. 

“ Oh !” Wei Wuxian moaned. “ It’s happening !”

They were knotted before he had even finished talking. Mo Xuanyu tossed his head back in a long moan of pleasure as Wei Wuxian let out a shriek. The slightly bigger, fatter knot was inside him and thus had begun pressing against his prostate again and again as it ballooned with the egg sac. 

It was as if liquid fire had been sprayed inside him. Heat warmed his insides but only a kind that brought the most pleasurable of sensations, little stretching in his belly (a lot of stretching) albeit no pain. 

And then he felt something hot and wet and gelatinous enter him, stretching him to the limits of his imagination. It was much, much thicker than the only cock he’d ever known but it filled him in the same way―warm and full with new life throbbing inside him. 

Wei Wuxian glanced over at his brother and chuckled when he saw Mo Xuanyu effectively fucked until he passed out. His body was glistening with sweat, puss gurgling with soft sucking sounds as Lan Wangji finally pulled out, leaving behind a messy trail of cum, sweat, stain, and blood where the egg sac had forced its way inside the tight channel. 

Wei Wuxian chuckled sleepily as Lan Wangji laid his head next to him, forked tongue lapping to clean the juices covering Wei Wuxian’s body. He did the same for Mo Xunayu before effectively tucking his body around both of them, sharing his body heat and his warmth and his seed that was already beginning to fertilize within his mates’ bodies. 

They shared a trickle of lazy kisses before Wei Wuxian kissed the dragon’s snout.

“Good night, Lan Zhan,” he mumbled. “Thank you for impregnating me and my brother at the same time, hahahaha. Great future orgies…”

And he was asleep before he could hear Lan Wangji scoffing at his shamelessness. After effectively making sure his mates were warm and tucked in, he too drifted off into the vast land of sleep. 

This was more than routine for the three of them ―it was the only love they’d ever known and it was the best thing to be granted within their lives. Soon enough Wei Wuxian and Mo Xuanyu would be moaning at the heaviness of the eggs in their bellies, protected by gelatinous sacs that would make them swell with Lan Wangji’s babies. 

Breeding season has officially begun and Lan Wangji had never felt this happy in his centuries of life nor had his enormous dragon balls ever felt so empty.

The goddess Wen Qing saw the mountains with her treasured menageries trembling and she decided that she simply had to give Lan Wangji the ability to shapeshift into human form. Some of those herbs can only be collected from rare plants that bloom every millennium, and she couldn’t risk an earthquake every time the dragon wanted to breed with his mates! 

All would be easier if war wasn’t brewing in the west.

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“I do not meddle in the affairs of humans.” 

The creature with the upper body of a man and the lower body of a gigantic white snake had spoken yet again, and yet again Wei Wuxian felt like his world was crumbling down. 

“It’s the least I can do for my parents,” he whispered, almost frantic, almost defeated, “You don’t understand, Lan Wangji, Lan Zhan, O Mighty Naga. I will pay you with rare items for your hoard, just please, please help me this once…”

It wasn’t much that he pulled out of an old, raggedy pouch: a sleek black flute that looked to be carved out of cherrywood and a scabbard for a sword without one, yet encrusted in small twinkles of gold. He’d hoped that the Naga would take pity on him, or devour him. Anything to rid him of this misery.

Lan Wangji looked the youth up and down. Naked, bloody, and bruised, his hair hung in string entangled with months of leaves. He was almost emaciated and immediately vomited up whatever food Lan Wangji nudged towards him with his nose.

“Eat,” he said, pushing another pile of glistening raw entrails towards Wei Wuxian. 

“I can’t,” he cried, “My body will throw it back up without question. I’ve been walking for nearly a month trying to find you, I couldn’t even be sure if you were real or not before I found you. Oh Great, Mighty Naga, grant Wei Ying’s one wish, and he will owe you the world. Whatever you could want from a poor homeless man like me, please, please grant this man’s dying wish…”

The white snake titled his head before nodding. “I will help you, Wei Ying.”

“You will?! Oh, you’re a heavenly angel, a saviorㅡ”

“Mn. There is a price.”

“Name it!” cried Wei Wuxian. “I’ll do anything!”

Those golden eyes were piercing into his soul, and Wei Wuxian felt mesmerized by them.

“From now on,” Lan Wangji hissed, eyes glowing and forked tongue thrusting out of his mouth, “You are mine.” 

Wei Wuxian’s heart felt itself skip a beat at those words, delivering a promise far more exciting than danger. 

He made Wei Wuxian take a bath before dressing him up in one of many fur robes and rich silks among his hoard. Then Lan Wangji had hoisted Wei Wuxian onto his back, telling him to hang on tight. Wei Wuxian’s voice was teasing as he replied, “I don’t plan on letting go, Lan Er Gege.”

Lan Wangji flew them on the back of his sword, his cock hardening within the confines of his brilliant scales. He had always been patient. Soon, he would savor the taste of this mortal. 

The village burnt to the ground, not a single soul spared. Wei Wuxian relished in their screams, memorized the fear on the villagers’ faces as they saw their village being consumed by poisonous green flames. The same villagers who had spared no mercy for his deceased parents, the same villagers who formed an angry mob and burned his family at the stake after a mere accusation of demonic cultivation. 

No fair trial. No questions asked. His parents’ bamboo hut, gone. His life, gone in a flash. 

There was a legend of a ferocious snake demon in the woods.

He ran. 

He drank an entire jar of Emperor’s Smile and toasted it in the honor of the snake demon. “Lan Er Gege, today I, Wei Wuxian, courtesy name Wei Ying, swear my life and loyalty to you forevermore. Thank you for avenging my parents.”

Lan Wangji’s eyes glittered. “Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian laughed, broken, high-pitched, filled with much amusement. “Of course I’ll fulfill my end of the bargain, my dear, dear, Lan Er Gege. I will gladly marry you!”

They married in that instant. Wei Wuxian ate some of the raw entrails. Lan Wangji took a careful sip of Emperor’s Smile. 

He took Wei Wuxian to the outer skirts of the village where he’d buried his parents. They gathered flowers and made a decent set of gravestones, completing their three bows in honor of their union.

“Father, Mother,” Wei Wuxian had said, “I’ve done it. I’ve avenged you. I’m going to be in good hands, and you can rest in peace now.” 

He cried a little, and Lan Wangji was there to pull him into his arms and hold him until he thought his heart was going to burst with love. 

 He laid Wei Wuxian among beautiful golden meadows and its sweet flowering blossoms and took him for the first time, afternoon sun casting a rich glow over both of their skin.  

Wei Wuxian had gasped at the sight of Lan Wangji unsheathing the largest manhood he had ever seen from within the folds of his scales. He was immediately pushed and held down, and he moaned, his legs automatically spreading for his new husband as a maiden would on her wedding night. 

A luscious forked tongue darted between them, lapping at his hole until it was sticky with slick and Wei Wuxian mewling with desire. Lan Wangji took to wrapping his tail around Wei Wuxian, holding his legs apart as he positioned himself to enter him. 

 Wei Wuxian sobbed as the thick, hot girth entered his slick cavern, filling him completely and leaving him ready to combust with heat. 

As if the pink throbbing cock wasn’t monstrous enough in length, it was covered with a row of barbs that pressed at just the right angles inside Wei Wuxian. They weren’t sharp, and the colors that leaked from his hole was the evidence of his virginity, raw and lubed with blood. 

Wei Wuxian was a whirlwind of noises, grunts, and moans as Lan Wangji into pounded him like the good farmer sowed the Earth. 

His new husband was insatiable! At this rate, he wasn’t going to be able to walk for the next couple of days, but that’s okay, maybe Lan Wangji could carry him to their new home (skewered on his cock and mercifully with little bounces instead of the raw thrusts that sent his eyes rolling to the back of his head, howling with pleasure).

It didn’t take long for Wei Wuxian to become ripe with child, round and plump and pink as a peach. He’d gotten so big within the last couple of months that he basically waddled around like a pregnant duck.

 His nipples were swelling and itching like crazy, his small teats fat and heavy with milk. His husband seemed to harbor a special talent for being able to smell when he was lactating, for he was often pounced on and devoured and filled to the brim with milk down there . 

He isn’t able to help it sometimes, his nipples would randomly begin leaking and Lan Wangji would be right there , golden eyes staring holes through him and already mounting him before he even knew what had befallen him. 

Now that Wei Wuxian was pregnant, his hormones had changed quite a bit and it often caused him to be the insatiable one, not that Lan Wangji minded very much or at all, really. He was horny and squirted very often, his stretched hole often drooling for his husband’s throbbing cock.

“Lan Er Gege," he sang one day, raising one slick leg in the air to expose his wet pink hole, still throbbing and filled with last night's seed. 

Lan Wangji glanced up from his cultivation novel, almost dropping the script when his light golden eyes fell upon the sticky strands of cum that had not yet dried because it was so fresh.

“Wei Ying!" 

Wei Wuxian laughed at how fast his ears had colored scarlet, his belly rumbling and his nipples shaking with every gurgle. Sure his Naga husband was handsome, and oh so shy even when he was one of the most beautiful and powerful half-human, half-snake entities of his clan. 

  “Lan Er Gege," he cooed, swinging both his legs in the air, "Lan Zhaaaaan. I can feel our babies moving inside me!" 

One slender hand came to rest on his bulging belly, which effectively seduced Lan Wangji to immediately rise where he had been sitting and slither to where Wei Wuxian was. He used his thick white tail, covered in scales that shimmered with a faint blue glow, to prop himself up next to Wei Wuxian. 

Wei Wuxian let out a long, languid moan, the mere sight of his husband managing to stir up his hormones nowadays.

He was so dirty, so wretched, so lewd that his two fingers slipped into his hole easily without any resistance. He didn’t even have to coat them with his saliva first, that’s how easily they slid into his folds. He moaned as they stirred the cum inside him, his insides squelching as his legs spread automatically for his husband. 

Instead of jumping him as usual, however, his husband merely settled for placing a hand on each of Wei Wuxian’s creamy legs. His golden stare was as intense as ever, pupils dilated and forked tongue dancing with happiness. 

“Lan Zhaaan!" Wei Wuxian whined, writhing around as his fingers no longer became enough for him. "What are you waiting for? Take me, husband, take me!"

“No," Lan Wangji's voice is quiet, although it sounded as if he were doing his best to keep his restraint. “Show me."

“Huh?"

“Show me how much you want me, Wei Ying." Lan Wangji's tone is husky and deep, his pupils blown dark and wide with lust. 

“Lan Er Gege," Wei Wuxian tossed back his head in a half-laugh, half-moan, "You're the one who made me like this. You're the one who made me swollen with your children. You should take responsibility."

“Wei Ying," Lan Wangji said, “I have wed you and made you a part of my Clan. If there is any way to take more responsibility, you must enlighten me on what to do."

“You can dump another load in me," Wei Wuxian moaned, humping the sheets. “I love it when you fill me up. Reminds me that I belong to you."

Lan Wangji swallowed, his next words slow and laced, his voice thick with lust. “Then mark your words."

Wei Wuxian grinned imply at his husband, spreading his legs as far and wide as they can go as his fingers squelched out of himself to hold his hole open. “It's waiting for you, Lan Er Gege. “Won't you come and claim your wife?"

Most people would be terrified at the vision of a Naga with a great long white tail and even greater pink manhood barreled towards them. Not Wei Wuxian. 

With a growl, Lan Wangji had plunged his giant, veiny girth into Wei Ying again, eliciting moans from both of them.

“Oh, you're such a beast , Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian whimpered, groaning at the delicious stretch, "At this rate, I'll always be pregnant for the rest of my life."

The thought of Wei Wuxian being pregnant and bearing him children for eternity made Lan Wangji lose control. His hips snapped forward, burying himself as deeply into Wei Wuxian as he could.

Wei Wuxian's tongue lolled out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “ Oh, oh that's my womb, Lan Er Gege! I can feel you poking the egg sac you put in me! Ah, ah, ah right there !"

“Quiet!” Lan Wangji growled, his tail wrapping itself even tighter around Wei Ying as the latter came so hard his vision blackened. 

For how swollen with eggs his mate already was, Lan Wangji did not want to put a second egg sac into his belly. Instead, he coated Wei Wuxian’s insides with hot semen, freshly seeded and moaning until his soft insides melted with pleasure and his own pregnancy slick came trickling down his sweaty thighs. 

Wei Wuxian would then let his husband clean him up, his consciousness drifting in and out from being pummeled so hard. His husband had tried being gentle at the beginning of his pregnancy, but they were both long over that by now.

After all, the eggs in his belly were stored in a gelatinous sac that would offer them the best warmth and protection. 

Wei Wuxian stopped wearing clothes because very little would fit him now. Even among Lan Wangji’s majestic robes there was very little that would fit him once he was a few months into his pregnancy, and so he would often walk around their dwelling bare.

He quickly realized that had its consequences, as his husband would fuck him so hard he sometimes blacked out or would drool uncontrollably or be left too weak to walk for the next couple of days and would therefore have to lay in bed. 

Lan Wangji was incredible and gentle in his care for him when he wasn’t fucking Wei Wuxian into oblivion. 

And Wei Wuxian was flattered how much his husband loved him, he really was, and he loved his husband with all his heart in return. But that voracious appetite of Lan Wangji’s, sooner or later Wei Wuxian would become so sore that he would no longer make use of his legs and begin slithering on the ground like a snake as well! 

But he slept in the arms of his terrifying, handsome, and oh-so-loving husband every night. He wouldn't have it any other way. 

Now that he was pregnant, he wouldn’t get out of their cave-dwelling much, but occasionally he would be let out to enjoy some fresh air. 

 Lan Wangji kept his eyes trained on him like a hawk, but Wei Wuxian found himself always happy to have his husband’s attention. He had fallen utterly and completely in love ever since Lan Wangji massacred the village that had murdered his parents. 

 Somehow, the forest held a massive presence of bunnies that had come to enjoy Lan Wangji’s presence. Whenever the Naga would slither underneath the shade of a tree to meditate, he would be surrounded by a horde of white and gray fur. 

“How come they never cuddle up to me ?” Wei Wuxian whined. “I like you bunnies too! But you choose a snake-demon over me. Don’t you know he can change his temper at any point and swallow you whole?!”

The raise of his voice sent a few of the bunnies scurrying away, much to the amusement of Lan Wangji.

“Wei Ying,” he said, uncurling his tail as a beckoning for Wei Wuxian, “Come here.”

As Wei Ying happily made himself comfortable in his husband’s lap, the thick coils wrapping protectively around his pregnant belly, another voice startled him out of his reverie.

“Wei Wuxian!”

Lan Wangji sat up rigidly, eyes sharp and piercing as they looked for the one who dare called his beloved’s name. Wei Wuxian was looking confused as well.

Wei Wuxian!” A figure stepped out of the clearing. “Get away from him this instant!”

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Jiang Cheng’s glare was venomous as he stepped into the clearing, leaving Wei Wuxian to scramble for his robes or some semblance of cover. 

Forgetting that his hole had previously been suctioning onto Lan Wangji’s cock, he tried to sprint up the closest tree and ended up tripping over, tumbling into a disgraceful heap that exposed his bulging, pregnant belly and the wet crevice of his hole.

“Wei Ying!” Lan Wangji was quick to help his mate up, brushing him off with the sensitive tip of his tail.

“Wei Wuxian!” Jiang Cheng snapped, stopping short of coming any nearer towards them. “I’d heard the rumors...your village was decimated to the ground, you’d run off with a snake demon. I didn’t believe them at first, but look at you now!” His eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. “You’re pregnant too?!”

“State your business.” Lan Wangji replied curtly, draping his own outer robes over a very naked and whiny Wei Wuxian.

Jiang Cheng’s face turned red, then purple, then blue, then purple again. “Wei Wuxian is my childhood friend!” he snapped. “I searched far and wide to find him after he went missing. I didn’t expect him to be kidnapped by a monster like you!”

Lan Wangji drew himself up to his full height of six feet, six inches. He would well be over seven feet tall if he could stand on the tip of his tail. 

“Jiang Cheng, don’t be rude to my husband!” Wei Wuxian frowned at him.

“You married that thing ? Wei Wuxian, you are the biggest idiot I have ever known!”

“Jiang Cheng, don’t be so rude! Don’t call my husband a thing !”

The purple-clad man was about to scream something even nastier when Lan Wangji’s low, deep voice cut through the clearing. “Leave. Never return if you value your life.”

Jiang Cheng opened his mouth as if he wanted to retort, but then gave one more nasty glare at both Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian before storming off.

“This isn’t over, Wei Wuxian! Sooner or later you’ll regret the day you married a snake demon!”

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji both watched him walk off, and then Lan Wangji turned to Wei Wuxian. “If he wasn’t your childhood friend, he would have been dinner tonight.”

Wei Wuxian let out a peal of laughter. “I don’t think Jiang Cheng would taste very good, husband! If you are hungry, please allow me to hunt some turkeys for you.”

“No need,” the naga replied, his forked tongue darting out to press gentle forehead kisses against Wei Wuxian’s forehead, “Wei Ying is pregnant. Let me hunt for Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian clutched at his chest in a dramatic fashion. “Oh my, Lan Zhan! You’re the best husband ever!”

They shared a feast of roasted turkey, berries, and peaches later that night, and just like any other night, Wei Wuxian fell asleep in his husband’s warm, velvety coils.

Lan Qiren, a grumpy old Naga with spotted pattern on his coils, didn’t seem at all happy about their marriage either. He only found out when he paid Lan Wangji to what he believed would be a beneficial and mutually wanted visit. 

“Uncle,” Lan Wangji said with a frown, “Can we have this talk another time? Wei Ying’s health is delicate during his pregnancy.”

“Don’t even get me started on the fact that you impregnated him without a proper ceremony ㅡ”

“There was a small ceremony. We are husband and wife.”

“Still you!! Fornicating with a human !”

“Wei Ying is special, Uncle.”

“Awww, Lan Zhan! Stop it, you’re making me blush! In places I shouldn’t be blushing!”

“That’s it!” Lan Qiren threw his hands up into the air. “Do what you will, Wangji! But you are not allowed to bring him near the clan!”

“I will not, Uncle. He is my wife.”

“Lan Zhaaaaan, stop calling me your wife. It’s embarrassing! I am a man!”

“Mn. But Wei Ying likes it.” 

“Lan Zhaaaaaaaaaaaaan! You’re making me blush!” 

Lan Qiren slithered off, muttering under his breath about how ruined future generations are and how every last piece of his faith would be now left to Xichen. 

Lan Wangji was the best husband ever, this Wei Wuxian was sure of. His husband would rub his sore ankles and play on his guqin for him and he’d even built them a little bamboo house when Wei Wuxian got sick and tired of living in a damp, dark cave all the time. 

They made the bamboo house their summer home, for the cave and its furs would be good nesting during the winter and they could spend the rest of the year frolicking by the little creek near their home. 

Wei Wuxian realized that it was everything he’d ever wanted. When he’d crawled into the snakeman’s lair, half-dead, dirty, bruised, and broken, the best thing he had been hoping for was revenge against the town that mercilessly slaughtered his parents. 

Months later and he would now have a home, husband, and their babies in his belly. He watched as his stomach got more swollen by the week, and Lan Wangji would always stroke his belly with such loving, soft caresses. 

His uncle had never visited them again, apparently warded off by anger and repulsion of his nephew marrying a human. That was just fine with Wei Wuxian. 

However, his brother was a different story. Lan Xichen was the kindest, gentlest soul Wei Wuxian had the pleasure of encountering, and he grew to be very fond of his brother-in-law who often visited with sweets for Wei Wuxian and things for their future babies. 

Wei Wuxian had a lot of questions for Lan Wangji after they were married.

“Will our babies come out half-snake, half-man just like you, Lan Zhan?”

“Mn.”

“Do I have to sit on the eggs like a mama bird and wait for them to hatch?”

“No. They will hatch right away.”

“How did I get pregnant in the first place? I’m a human man!” 

“Mn, Wei Ying is half-nymph. It is possible for nymphs of both genders.”

“No way! I’m half-nymph? Lan Zhan how did you know?”

“Scent.”

“Is that why they accused my parents of practicing witchcraft? Because one of them was a nymph?”

“Let us not speak of that, Wei Ying. I love you.”

“I love you too, Lan Zhan! Aww, you’re the best husband ever!”

“Mn. Wei Ying is a good wife.” 

“Why do my ankles hurt so much? Lan Zhan, can you carry me?”

“Whyyyyyyyyy can’t I have any spicy food? I am outraged!”

“Lan Zhan if you come inside me, can I get double pregnant?” 

And then Lan Wangji would thrust his thick, hard cock inside him to make Wei Wuxian only open his mouth to moan instead. 

Wei Wuxian was a sweet and doting wife to his husband even when pregnant. He kept the flames low and burning in the fireplace, the food warm on the table, Lan Wangji’s dinner warm (between his legs), his babies in his stomach, and their bed warm at night.

Oh, how Wei Wuxian loved him. His Naga cock was something unheard of among human men, not that Wei Wuxian had any but his own to compare to, and by God it was so big that it felt like it would tear him apart every time Lan Wangji entered his fluttering hole. He had a belly swollen with eggs coated in a thick layer of gelatin for protection, and yet his insides were warm and soft and molded to Lan Wangji’s shape whenever he entered him, enticing both of them to let out a groan.

After watching his parents being burnt alive to the point where he couldn’t even clean up their ashes, Wei Wuxian welcomed the feeling of no responsibility, the heavenly sensation of having no other ties to the world except his husband and his husband alone. The fat, girthy drooling cock would be buried inside him so deep he could almost feel it poke at the sac coating his eggs with every brutal thrust. 

He lost himself amongst his husband who seemed to find a similar sense of solace, a similar disappearance of loneliness whenever his cock was buried inside Wei Wuxian. Sometimes he clutched Wei Wuxian tightly in his coils and then pounded into him with a ferocity no human man would have been capable of. Other times he was gentle, taking his time to swirl his forked tongue around Wei Wuxian’s nipples, careful to keep his venomous fangs tucked in. 

Wei Wuxian had quite a tan from the month where he’d journeyed from his village and a splatter of freckles across his shoulders. He by no means had fair skin, but Lan Wangji thought him beautiful nonetheless with his long wavy brunette tresses, bright gray eyes, and sun-kissed skin that would flush a beautiful pink whenever he felt his husband’s eyes on him. 

His mouth was too small to take in the entirety of his husband’s length, but it felt so hot and heavy as it pulsated inside his mouth. He didn’t have a lot of room to move his tongue about, but he could still wriggle it, making the naga groan with pure lust. Whichever way it entered him, he always had a warm, tight crevice for Lan Wangji to warm his cock inside. They would kiss so dirtily that they would be exchanging each other’s cum on their tongues, and Wei Wuxian would reach a point where he wouldn’t be able to tell where Lan Wangji ended and he himself began. 

He almost wished that he wasn’t born a human. Perhaps then he could let Lan Wangji bite him, as he knew the other wanted to and be unaffected by his venom and just bask in all the despicable, wretched, macabre things they could do as two snake demons. 

He sometimes wept for his parents at night, angry hurling rocks against the wall and punching whatever pillow was closest to him. These times Lan Wangji would give him a sad, soft, knowing look in those golden eyes and hold him tight and sometimes rock him like a child.

Wei Ying, I love you, those eyes would say to him in earnesty. All his problems seemed to disappear whenever he kissed Lan Wangji, and he reveled in his husband’s embrace.

They led a life that could almost be called peaceful, and Wei Wuxian had never been happier.

He was almost about to hatch their eggs when Jiang Cheng returned with the snake hunters. 

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“Jiang Cheng!” Wei Wuxian gasped as he felt the eggs convulse inside his pregnant belly.

As a part-nymph carrying the eggs of a Naga, he would have a shorter pregnancy than most females and thus would be ready to give birth at any time. He would have very little time to prepare and without a doctor there, his human body was taking a huge risk in its endeavor to push out snake eggs, even though they were all coated in gelatin.  

As expected, Lan Wangji quickly surrounded Wei Wuxian with his protective coils and slid out his fangs in warning. “Do not take another step.”

“Jiang Cheng!” Wei Wuxian said, as Jiang Cheng tossed back his head and laughed with derangement. “Why? Why are you doing this?”

“I told you not to meddle with monsters, Wei Wuxian!” Jiang Cheng roared, spit flying. “Now, you will pay the price for marrying that demon!” He ordered the hunters to attack with their swords.

Lan Wangji was quick to swing into action. He wrapped Wei Wuxian safely in the coils of his tail and literally deposited him high among the branches of a nearby tree so that his pregnant husband would be out of harm’s way. 

He was prepared for the hunters’ swords too, dodging and avoiding them in a series of impressive swings and leaps for someone without legs. He maneuvered his sinuous body in such a way that one of the hunters accidentally ended up stabbing his partner when he attempted to aim for Lan Wangji.

As the dying man spluttered his last words, most likely curses at his friends, Lan Wangji made quick use of the time, stealing the fallen hunter’s sword and aiming into the vulnerable chest of the second hunter. 

It was a close miss, and the second hunter decided to aim his next series of attacks directly at Lan Wangji, whose swordsmanship skills were perfected with many centuries of practice. 

He used a series of magic strings he had quickly set up to tear the second hunter into pieces, so much body that there wasn’t even a body left, just organ splatters among the foliage and chunks of flesh here and there. 

After he made sure both hunters were dead, he whipped back around to Wei Wuxianㅡwho was no longer in the tree. 

“ WEI YING !” He had never heard his own voice so frantic, so desperate before.

“ Lan Zhan !” Wei Wuxian screamed from where his body was being slowly dragged away by Jiang Cheng after the latter had knocked him out of the tree. 

Jiang Cheng hissed a string of curse words as his blue eyes roamed over to where the two hunters lay dead in a thick, muddy pool being stained with blood. He reached for his own sword and tried to counter Lan Wangji’s attacks, but the Naga had become enraged at this point. 

Jiang Cheng was forced to let go of Wei Wuxian and take a defensive position as he was barely able to hold off the livid streak of fury that was Lan Wangji.

Wei Wuxian moaned, his head feeling dizzy after being pushed out from such a high tree. He was scraped and bruised with minor injuries, but alive, and if anything were to go by his pulsating stomach, so were his and Lan Zhan’s babies still. At the worst possible time, a stream of hot liquid came flooding out of him, and that’s when he knew that the babies were coming, right then and there . Whether it was the stress from witnessing his husband duel the hunters or Jiang Cheng coming back with hunters in the first place or by chance of fate, he was going into labor. 

He let out a pained scream as he laid himself on the forest floor and spread his legs as wide as he could. He thought that losing his virginity hurt, but that was child’s play compared to this pain. He felt as if he was being split into two, bloody discharge, urine, and sweat poured out of him. The smell, the sensation, the agony was all overwhelming, and his vision blackened in and out of focus as he laid his first egg. It was no bigger than his fist and it was coated in a layer of blood and bodily fluid, but it was perfect and golden and round and beautiful . 

“ Wei Ying !”

“Wei Wuxian!”

A flock of birds cried as they fled from the trees as the sounds of their shouts echoed through the forest.

Lan WangJi sliced the blade so fiercely that it pierced one of Jiang Cheng’s legs clean to the bone; the roar Jiang Cheng let out was inhuman, animalistic. 

This gave Lan WangJi the steady lead he needed in order to reach Wei Wuxian first and to hold his hand and tighten his coils around Wei Wuxian as he painstakingly laid the rest of their eggs. 

There would only be three in total, but they would be magnificent, Wei Wuxian was sure of it. There would be no other eggs in the world that would be as perfect as his and Lan Zhan’s eggs. 

“Keep pushing, my beloved. I have you. I am here,” Lan WangJi murmured as Wei Wuxian squeezed his hand into an iron grip, unflattering noises still croaking out of his now-raspy throat. 

It was a bloody, messy affair. His womb was overstretchingㅡhe had a rather skinny frame to begin with and the eggs he’d incubated lovingly with his womb had grown so big within the last couple of months, thanks to plenty of food and love and care. Each second felt like one painful eternity as the eggs squeezed their way out. 

The stench in the air was raw with the metallic tang of bloodㅡhe could feel his hole pulsating like it had never pulsated before, not even after going at it for numerous rounds with his insatiable husband. He was sure his hole was this raw, red, swollen pucker by now and it felt like every living breath was leaving his body as he pushed the egg out of him. Lan WangJi was murmuring soothing words, and just when Wei Wuxian thought he’d reached his limit and would perish in childbirth today, the last two eggs came tumbling out of his channel one after the after, coated in fluids and blood and dried semen from the night beforeㅡthen one insane climax from Wei Wuxian’s stretched channel that had him seeing starsㅡand just like that, it was finally over.

“Wei Ying,” Lan WangJi breathed, relieved that their children were finally here and his beloved’s heart was still beating. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian breathed, “Our eggs. They’re so beautiful…”

Lan WangJi clenched his hand tighter and drew Wei Wuxian close to himself in a hug. Indeed, the eggs were absolutely breathtakingㅡthree pearlescent, perfectly round spheres  faintly sitting on the soft, muddy forest floor, being warmed by the rays of sun peeking through the greens and the beating heart and soil of the earth underneath them. 

They were both so enraptured, so captivated by the visionary of their eggs in their physical forms that they did not notice Jiang Cheng had managed to crawl all the way over.

It all happened in a matter of seconds. Lan WangJi sensed him coming, and he quickly coiled around Wei Wuxian and slithered out of the way, but even he wasn’t quick enough to scoop up all of their eggs. He’d only managed to grab two in his haste, mere seconds before Jiang Cheng, with his immense hatred and the fury scathing in his eyes, used the last of his strength to plunge his shaking sword into the third egg. There was a sickening crunch as the shell cracked and fluid leaked out, first pale yellow then blood red. 

Wei Wuxian wasn’t sure who screamed louder, him or Lan WangJi as the latter acted out of pure fury. With the end of his tail, Lan WangJi sliced off Jiang Cheng’s arm holding the swordㅡallowing the man one moment to howl in pure agony before wrapping his tail around him again and slamming him into the thickest tree trunk nearby with such force that it killed him instantly. Jiang Cheng’s head had hit the trunk so hard after being slammed that pink, foamy slime was leaking out of his head.

Wei Wuxian clutched their two remaining eggs to his chest, cradling them as tightly as he could in his arms. Lan WangJi was there to hold him in his arms and press their foreheads together as they both mourned the child they had lost before it could even be born.

Later that night, the two eggs hatched.

 Wei Wuxian had been weeping away the evening in his husband’s arms, not bothering to wash the dried blood or gelatinous fluids that were once the egg sac or old crust or the urine trails off his body. 

Lan WangJi made him eat some half-hearted stew he’d made for the evening with fat berries and some wild turkey, and it took a while for Wei Wuxian to be able to swallow without throwing up. But Lan WangJi kissed away the tears on his cheeks, vomit and all.

It wasn’t until they heard the gentle crackling of the first shell breaking that Wei Wuxian had managed to come out of his stupor. He and Lan WangJi exchanged glances, then set off to kneel near the little nest they’d made for their other eggs. 

The first gentle crackling of the shell felt like the first breath of spring to Wei Wuxian after a harsh and cruel winter. He left out a soft cry of happiness as their first baby poked its head through the hole it made in its egg, its pearlescent blue and creamy white shell now riddled with the beautiful cracks of birth.

“Oh, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian whispered, “Oh, Lan Zhan !”

“Wei Ying,” Lan WangJi said, finding a tremble in his own voice as he held Wei Wuxian close. 

The second egg had begun to crack, too, and their second baby seemed rather eager to break out of its shell, clumsily hitting the crackles with its egg tooth again and again until his golden shell had burst into pieces. 

Their babies were wonderful, perfect, born to be held in their parents’ arms. They looked like any other human newborns, except instead of feet they each had their own, powerful, still-developing snake tail. They decided to call the one that had hatched out of the blue egg Lan Sizhui and the one that had hatched from the golden egg Lan Jingyi. 

Wei Wuxian’s small teats had grown fat and swollen and tender, and he held both babies up to his chest so they could drink their fill of milk. Their fangs had not yet developed and would be tucked away for now until after they would no longer need breastfeeding, saving Wei Wuxian from a lethal dosage of accidental venom. 

Lan WangJi felt his throat go dry as he watched their children drink from their mother, and he was so overcome with emotion that he wanted to hold all of them in his coils and never let go. 

Something deeper, darker, something more feral stirred inside him as his piercing golden stare roamed over Wei Wuxian’s newly softened body. The newborns were suckling hungrily at his teats, but there was a mess dribbling down Wei Wuxian’s chest and his stomach, lower and lower as they could not catch all of the milk…

That night Wei Wuxian found himself laying on his back, using both hands and arms to cradle his feeding babies in his chest while having his legs up and spread in the air for his husband. He used his body to provide all of them with the soft comfort that they needed; his mouth was open and lewd moans were coming out of it. Their babies’ eyes were closed, and Wei Wuxian did his best to muffle their ears as well, for they didn’t need to hear the squelching sound their father’s dick made as it plowed inside their mother again and againㅡurine and gelatinous fluid and blood and semen and sweat and previous cum be damned. 

Lan Wangji kept inserting his dick inside him over and over again, and he was lost in the sensation alone as their babies sucked at hungrily his teats at the same time.

Listening to the beating of his children’s hearts against his chest and his mate filling him over and over again with love , Wei Wuxian decided that even though everything wasn’t okay right then and there, that he would heal within time as long as he always had his own little family by his side. 

Many Years Later

Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi grew up quickly, becoming stronger hunters and swordsmen just like their immortal father. Wei Wuxian had been practicing immortality as well. Although the demonic arts were difficult to control and even more difficult for his body to cultivate at first, he had begun developing a golden core that would eventually bring him to immortality so he could live out the rest of his life with his husband and sons. 

They made a little grave in the forest for their lost third child, visiting it every so often with flowers and treats and Jingyi and Sizhui’s old baby things once they grew older. 

Wei Wuxian and Lan WangJi raised their children with pride, love, and distrust for strangers. They’d moved to a mountain area so remote that hardly any traveling merchants come by, and whenever anyone discovered them Lan WangJi never gave them a chance to hurt his family again.

He and his sons would devour the humans whole, leaving no trace of their existence. Their mountains became known as the forbidden ones to villagers, who would whisper and try to avoid it at all costs because everyone knew that whoever crossed wouldn’t be returning back to tell the tale. 

Over the years, Wei Wuxian and Lan WangJi had begun healing from the trauma of losing their third egg. There would be no more eggs for a while, not until Sizhui and Jingyi were of age and powerful enough to be able to fend for themselves. Even then, they remained rather attached to their parents, with Sizhui’s kind and gentle demeanor taking after Lan WangJi and Lan Jingyi’s brash and loud demeanor taking after Wei Wuxian. But they loved their children with all their hearts, and one day Wei Wuxian knew that he would be ready to carry Lan WangJi’s second batch of eggs. 

For now, he already had the family he’d always dreamt of. 

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“You’re insane, that’s what you are,” Jiang Cheng tries reasoning last time, swimming right up to Wei Wuxian’s face. “You’re going to get yourself killed, you moron. There’s a reason he’s the fucking sea witch!”

“And maybe there’s a reason he would be able to help me,” Wei Wuxian sing-songs, not turning around but continuing to swim towards his destination. 

“Why the fuck would you want to go to the surface anyway?” Jiang Cheng demands, having lost all of his patience. 

“ Aiya! Don’t you feel curious about what their world is like? No merman really knows anything about those land creatures, who knows what sort of fun, exciting new adventures they may have up there?” 

“But does it have to be a sea witch ?!! They are suspicious and shady as fuck! Why can’t you just do something normal, I don’t know, like maybe ask for an audience with Poseidon the god of all the seas ?!”

“I’ll be fish food by the time I get to even see our god! This would be so much faster and easier. All I have to do is give them something as an exchange and I’ll have those beautiful ‘legs’ like the land creatures do.”

“You’re fucking insane, that’s what you are,” Jiang Cheng mutters.

“It’s better than being a grumpy old crab like you, Cheng-Cheng, who no mermaid wants to marry!”

“Uh! Fuck you, Wei WuXian! If you want to die that much, then fine ! See if I care!” Jiang Cheng gives up on convincing his whale-headed brother and decides to head home alone.

“I love you too, Cheng Cheng ~~ this Shixiong will never forget you when I see the world! I’ll come back and tell you all about it!”

Jiang Cheng doesn’t reply because in all fairness, he isn’t sure if Wei Wuxian is coming back.

The Cloud Recesses are a rather forbidden place for the merfolk. It sits beyond the underwater canyons and through a dark kelp forest which many mysterious shadows linger about. Wei Wuxian has just about explored every single area that exists on the map of Yunmeng, and everything has begun to look the same. What is a merman’s life without a little adventure, a little danger and excitement? The ocean pretty much looks the same everywhere. 

There are whispers about the sea witches and their clan. They are known to have resided in the Cloud Recesses for many generations, and not many merfolk have personally witnessed seeing them. They generally do grant wishes with the exchange of one treasured or priceless item, but this tale usually comes with a warning. There is much to be lost if all does not go well, and the sea witches have never been known to allow return exchanges. Once a deal is made, a deal becomes done for them. 

Huaisang-xiong, you better have known what you were talking about, Wei Wuxian thinks to himself as he swims forward, determined not to let the dark kelp forests and whispery shadows and sunken ship lots get to him. 

He eventually makes it to what he assumes is the front entrance to the land of sea witches, where most creatures have tentacles instead of a beautiful fishtail and scales. Wei Wuxian, ever so curious, swims on, through the archway and into the land of the sea witches. Little does he know that he was being watched this entire time, not by mysterious sea creatures but by the great Hanguang-Jun himself through his magic crystal ball. 

He has been awaiting Wei Wuxian for a while now.

Wei WuXian swims deeper into the Cloud Recesses, half of his mind worried because he totally does not know where else to find the sea witch and the other half wonder why this place is called the Cloud Recesses since they are under the sea.

A glimmer of light catches his attention to the side of his path. Having no better choices, Wei WuXian decides to follow the suspicious glim.

The place that he arrives at is a large cave with the words ' JingShi ' carved into the side of it.

Wei WuXian is immediately filled with delight, as he remembers hearing from HuaiSang that it was the name of HanGuang-Jun's residentㅡone of the Twin Jade’s, two of the most powerful and well-known sea witches across the seven seas.

Wei WuXian quickly takes a deep breath and swims inside.

"Hello? Any fish here? Hello, anybody?” calls Wei Wuxian, his voice echoing off the shiny cavern walls as he continues venturing deeper into the dark cave. 

A shadow silently appears behind the merman.

Wei WuXian reaches the end of the long tunnel, arriving at the mouth of yet another large cave.

This cave is dimly lit by blue glowing coral as Wei WuXian could see shelves full with bottles and potions. The merman swims closer to the center of the cave where there is some kind of platform with bubbles coming out of it.

Curious, he reaches his hand out to touch but stops in surprise when he hears a voice call out.

"Who goes there?"

Wei WuXian immediately pulls his hand back and turns to where he hears the voice from. 

Around the corner, behind some shelves, a figure appears, and Wei Wuxian’s jaw drops .

Majestic, mighty, magnificentㅡthere are very few words that could do the manifested figure justice. With piercing eyes as yellow as coral, a long mane of flowing dark hair, the muscular chest of a man, and eight tentacles fluttering around him,  the figure is the most beautiful creature Wei Wuxian has ever seen in his life. And his scentㅡhe’d caught a whiff of it when he was still outside the caves, but the masculine, thick aroma of ocean salt and sandalwood is so much stronger up close. 

Those golden eyes stare straight through him, and Wei Wuxian suddenly has trouble breathing. His body feels burning hot, like an inferno, as if he’s being set on fire, and he’s never felt this way before , this feeling wasn’t right, he must stop himself, he is here on a mission ㅡ

As for Lan WangJi, he barely hides his smirk, for the person he’s been waiting for is finally here, ready to slip into the heart of his palms just like that. As someone who has been cultivating magic his entire life, his senses have been acutely sharpened so that he could detect one’s emotions rather well. When it comes to Wei Wuxian, he could practically taste the former’s tingling arousal through the water. He’d seen many mermen come to bargain with his uncle, his father, his brother most of all, but never anyone with him. 

“Perhaps it’s because WangJi needs to actually agree to a deal for once,” Lan Xichen had gently teased him.

But Lan WangJi’s mind was made up: ever since he’d caught a glimpse of the little merman with the red-and-black tail, he’d known that they were meant to be fated ones. Ever since he’d seen that smile that could light up a thousand caverns, he could not stop his mind from wandering to the beautiful little merman. And so he’d staked his claim, and he’d keep watch through his crystal ball, awaiting a chance for when they would meet.

As fate would have it, the day finally came when Wei Wuxian made up his mind to visit the surface world. Even Lan WangJi knows it’s dangerousㅡespecially for a sweet young thing like Wei Wuxian, the humans would have trampled over themselves to make Wei Wuxian into their trophy. 

The very thought of anyone else putting their hands or even laying their eyes on his precious Wei Ying would make Lan WangJi’s blood boil with anger. How dare anyone even think about touching his Wei Ying? Wei Ying didn’t have anyone else, did he? Wei Ying wouldn’t let anybody else touch him...would he?

In order to make sure, of course he had to begin watching his love from his crystal ball. The more he watched, the more his obsession would grow. He’d stroke himself to sleep with his tentacles at night, the whisper of Wei Ying’s name lingering on his tongue long after he’d already soaked his bed in cum. 

He even had thoughts about physically going to Wei Ying a couple of times and just taking him for his own, but he decided that he wanted Wei Ying to feel the same way, for Wei Ying to fall just as madly in love with him.

He would be patient and wait for Wei Wuxian to swim right into his cave and offer himself up to him. 

He can feel his ears burning red, but his heart thrums with excitement. To see his fated one in the flesh and glimpse his actual tailㅡhe had never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life: eyes as blue and passionate as the sea itself framed by long dark lashes, plump, pink lips just begging to be kissed and bitten swollen, wavy brunette hair fanning out behind him like a halo, the perkiest set of pink nipples that he couldn’t wait to make red with his mouth, and a slight plumpness to his chest that indicates a high fertility rate and a strong ability to produce milk.  Lan WangJi had decided right then and there that he wouldn’t ever be deprived of this sight again. He would make Wei Wuxian his through any means possible. 

“What can I do for you?” he asks, barely managing to keep his voice impassive as his eyes rove all over Wei Wuxian’s topless body.

Wei Wuxian smiles, and if he has noticed Lan Wangji’s eyes checking him out, he doesn’t seem to mind at all in regards to it. “I’ve heard a lot of things about you, Hanguang-Jun,” he says, rather loudly, “I’ve come to you to ask for a special request… I’ve heard that you guys make deals. I wanted to make a deal with you so I can get a pair of human legs and see the surface world with my own eyes.”

“I do not typically grant requests,” Lan WangJi struggles to keep his voice at an impasse, “But I will consider yours.”

Wei Wuxian’s previously worried face breaks out into a smile. “Really? Oh thank you so much, great Hanguang-Jun!”

“You can call me Lan Zhan,” Lan WangJi murmurs, swimming closer to Wei Wuxian.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian tries out his name on his tongue just because. “Lan Zhan. Thank you. I owe you everything. I can’t possibly think of a way I could ever thank you-”

"Then we will officiate it with a contract," Lan WangJi snaps his fingers, and a glowing contract paper appears in front of the merman along with a fish bone pen.

Before Lan WangJi could say anything, Wei WuXian has already grabbed the pen and signed his name with eagerness on the contract. 

"I see you are aware of what you need to do, then I shall tell you of the price."

"What? Price? I thought I only needed to exchange something......"

"Oh, but everything has a price, my pearl. What would you be willing to give me in exchange?" Lan WangJi purrs as he swims in a slow circle around Wei Wuxian, his tentacles wiggling and reaching out to wrap themselves around the beautiful merman. 

"Anything," Wei Wuxian says with renewed determination.

"Anything?" Lan WangJi repeats quietly, his eyes raking all over Wei Wuxian’s body. “Then mark your words. I shall take my price first."

Before Wei Wuxian can respond, the octopus has already lunged forward, planting his mouth on the merman as he plunges his tongue into his mouth. Wei Wuxian lets out a muffle of surprise, his blue-grey eyes growing wide as the octopus clutches his body tightly with his tentacles. 

“Wait,” Wei Wuxian begs, but the tentacles are too strong, and all eight of them overpower his struggles rather easily. 

Lan WangJi is truly relentless, using a few of his tentacles to hold Wei Wuxian in place as he continues his invasion of that sweet, sweet mouth. A series of strange moans come from Wei Wuxian’s throat, even though he’s sure he’s never made such shameless sounds in his life before.

Pretty soon, he feels the tentacles roving all over his body, exploring him, feeling him, touching him where no merman has before. One thick, slimy tentacle finds the wet, soft slit in his scales and begins prodding at his untouched pink hole.

"Wait!” Wei Wuxian begs, struggling in between words as their tongues mesh together and he’s drooling with the other’s saliva.  “Please don't touch me there, I’m supposed to only be touched there by my future mate!”

Lan WangJi was beyond listening, however, and continues his assault on Wei Wuxian’s mouth, lips, and hole. “Payment,” is all he hisses in between the wet smacking of their lips. 

Suddenly, there is a large object pushing at his opening, and it’s perhaps the strangest

feeling he’s ever had to endure. It hurt so much as the tentacle began trying to force its way in. 

“No! Please don’t, it's my first time! I’ve never even touched myself there before,” Wei Wuxian tries to beg again, which again falls onto deaf ears. If anything, it seems Lan WangJi’s invasive tentacle has only grown in size and begins to rub itself against Wei Wuxian’s tight hole. The latter panics as he spots the large, proud, hard leaking cock on the end of the tentacle. 

 “Please, please , don’t,” Wei Wuxian almost sobs as he watches the large pink cock continue to try and slide inside him, prodding along the fleshy wetness of his slit, “It’ll hurt so bad! I don’t want to bleed! I don’t want to tear! Please, Hanguang-Jun.”

But the softness of Wei Wuxian’s skin, the sweetness of his voice pleading for mercy, the way his eyes shone with such innocence and purity has rendered Lan WangJi a man beyond reasoning. 

He knows that the merman would be able to self-lubricate on his own, even if Wei Wuxian doesn’t know, so he continues to forcibly shove his cock inside. The merman is very tight and his soft insides seem to mold into the shape of Lan WangJi’s cock, making the latter groan even though he’s only managed to push the tip inside.

 Wei Wuxian is moaning incessantly as he holds tightly onto those muscular shoulders. “It hurts, oh, it hurts!” he wails. “Please don’t go any farther...please, please don’t go any deeper...”

But Lan WangJi is a man determined to stick to his agreement (especially since everybody would often go to other Lan members to grant their wishes, and never him, so this would be his first time making this kind of deal with a merman). He easily ignores Wei Wuxian’s futile attempts at resistance until he is sheathed all the way in and has already bottomed out inside the merman. 

“Ahhhh, Lan Er Gongzi, Lan Zhan, Lan WangJi, you’re too deep,” Wei Wuxian moans. Lan WangJi would have long hushed him by now if he wasn’t enjoying the erotic sounds of Wei Wuxian begging him. 

He decides he cannot wait a moment longer and begins slowly rolling his hips at first, then gradually picking up pace as he loses himself inside the tight, wet heat. 

“Don’t go any further, I’m begging you, please don’t go any further,” Wei Wuxian cries out, “Any deeper and you’ll hit my womb!”

Hearing this, Lan WangJi not only doubles his pace but begins to thrust aggressively and mercilessly inside the merman. He can feel Wei Wuxian’s hole clenching around him, milking him, twitching, quivering around him in submission, sucking him in. 

“Ah~ ah ..... hah ah~ hna ahhhhhh!” Wei WuXian’s moans grow louder and louder as Lan Wangji’s dick grows deeper inside his slutty hole. When Lan WangJi finally hits the opening of the merman’s womb, Wei WuXian gives a large, dragged-out moan as he comes.

As Lan WangJi continues to batter the sensitive opening, further loosening it, he continues to bring wave after wave of pleasure to the orgasm-sensitive body.

“Wei Ying, tell me, do you feel good?” Lan WangJi murmurs inside his ear at one point.

It feels incredible, more incredible than anything Wei Wuxian has ever felt before. The cock’s girth is so thick that it hits the deepest pleasurable spots inside of him, stretching his fleshy hole into the most debauched mouth that could not 

“Ah~that’s my womb! Don’t go inside my womb!” Wei Wuxian sobs. Although he loves children and has wanted his own someday, he didn’t think he was ready to be a parent yet at this age! “I’m not ready to be pregnant, hnnnngh, please don’t come inside!”

“Isn’t that what you want?” Lan WangJi’s voice is deep and quiet as he continues his fervent assault like a famished animal. “Your mouth may say that you don’t want it, but your body doesn’t lie, my pearl. Since we begin, your body has been so willing to give itself up to me; it is simply begging for my touch.” 

“Look at how it is sucking at my dick as I pull out,” Lan WangJi stops his previous furious pace and begins to slowly drag his dick out to make his point. And like he says, Wei WuXian’s hole desperately clings onto the thick rod as it leaves his hole with an obscene pop, leaving it gaping and empty when it is out.

“Ah~no! It felt so good before, please don’t leave me hanging like this,” Wei Wuxian unconsciously begs immediately, flipping his tail around trying to get back to Lan WangJi’s cock. 

“Look at you, my pearl,” Lan WangJi whispers, his tone absolutely sultry , “Look at how shamelessly you’re begging for my cock. Do you want it back inside you?”

“ Yes !” Wei Wuxian cries, something in him seems to have snapped as he throws his head back as the tentacled cock comes to rub teasingly at his opening. “Please, please, I’ll do anything!”

“Mn. That’s what you said the first time,” Lan WangJi calmly replies, enjoying the way Wei Wuxian has fallen apart for him, “Wei Ying, do you think you will be able to keep your word this time?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” cries Wei Wuxian. “No matter what you ask, I will say yes! Just please put it back inside me !”

“Very well,” Lan WangJi says, and with one passionate thrust, he again buries himself inside Wei Wuxian’s soaking hole.

“ AH !” Wei Wuxian cries out, solely from the overwhelming pleasure this time. He makes sure to wrap his arms tightly around Lan WangJi’s neck as the other sets an unforgiving pace once again. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan WangJi growls into his ear as he continues to impale his thick cock inside the merman, “Be my mate. I will treat you well and take care of your every need.”

Wei Wuxian doesn’t think that he would ever be reduced to this lewd, desperate, sobbing mess. But after having tasted heaven itself, he knows that there would be nothing else in the world that could compare to this, either human or merman. No one else would be able to delight him or manhandle him or touch him the way he never thought he needs to be touched, right here right now, right there and then .

“Yes!” he replies without much hesitation or second thought. “Yes! I’ll be your mate! I’ll be your anything, Lan Er Gege! In fact, I don’t even care about going to the surface anymore! I don’t care about adventures in the human world anymore! All I want is you from now on! All I need is your big cock inside me!”

“You want to be filled with my cum? You want to carry our babies? Then take it!” Lan WangJi snarls, and his hips are jackhammering inside Wei Wuxian, who lets out a lustful cry as he could feel Lan WangJi’s large cock thrust into his womb.

“ Ahhhhhhhhh ~~~!” 

While Lan WangJi’s cock is busy battering Wei WuXian’s womb apart, his tentacles seem to have a mind of their own and start to play with every sensitive spot on the merman’s body while holding his arms inplace.

They wrap around Wei WuXian’s twin pink nubs, tugging and squeezing them until they turn bright cherry red. The tentacles then press their suckers against hypersensitive nub, suckling like hungry newborn fishes. Some tentacles reach to the slit with Wei Wuxian’s cocklet and pry it open, making it pop out into the cold water they pump the little thing as if trying to milk him dry. 

The feeling of the suckers touching and rubbing his sensitive cocklet is making Wei WuXian go crazy from sensation alone. There are so many places on his body being pleasured and stimulated that the merman doesn't even know where to focus on, nor does he know where the pleasure begins and ends. All he could do is continue coming from the intensity and moaning and crying out like the cock slut he is.

Just when the merman thought that the pleasure could not intensify further, it does.

Lan WangJi finally infiltrates his womb, and it is electric waves shooting across the merman's body, making him come so hard that he sees black spots in his already-blurry vision.

Wei WuXian thinks he may have black out for a bit there as the waves of pleasure keep hitting his most sensitive spots, his cocklet still being relentlessly milked and prodded and sucked at.

"Ahhhh, LanㅡZhanㅡmy womb!! Fill up my womb please!! I want your cum so, so badly!" 

Wei WuXian moans out in delight as the strong cock inside him plunges so deep he swears he can taste it in his throat. Lan WangJi could see into those beautiful blue-grey eyes and the tiny heart-shaped reflections that were growing bigger inside them. He continues with a steady rhythm, pleased that Wei WuXian is very close to being fully his in both body and mind.

Wei Wuxian lets out a series of shrieks as he feels the dick expanding further inside his womb.

“It feels so full! Ah, ah, please stop!” he begs, his tongue hanging open for the pleasure is driving him to roll his eyes to the back of his head. 

Just as Wei Wuxian feels his insides are going to implode, there is a tickle at his hole. His bleary eyes wander over, only to widen as he sees the second tentacle prodding around his hole.

“ Two ?!” he squeals, voice pitched higher than usual. “You’re going to put two in?”

“I have eight tentacles,” Lan WangJi growls, finding an area on his neck before chomping down with his teeth.

“Ah!” Wei Wuxian whimpers, knowing that begging for mercy is futile at this point. “Please be gentle, I don’t think I can take two at the same time―”

“You can,” Lan Wangji says, voice hoarse and golden eyes darkened with desire. “After all, Wei Ying, you will need to be stretched so you can carry multiple children at once.”

“ Children ?!” Wei Wuxian knows this is something he has completely gotten himself into, but still the very idea of being a parent terrifies him. 

“Do you not wish to have children with me, Wei Ying?” Lan WangJi asks, and even though his demeanor remains subtle, Wei Wuxian can tell by the slight furrowing of his eyebrows, the downward curve of his lips that the octopus seems rather upset at the idea.

“It’s not that!” Wei Wuxian cries as the two cocks take turns mashing his insides into a pulp. Oh, what the hell . “I justㅡI just am surprised that someone like Lan Zhan would pick somebody like me! But I would love toㅡah, ah, ah!ㅡhave Lan Er Gege’s babies!” 

Hearing this makes Lan WangJi go crazy. He lets out a carnal snarl and almost pulls all the way back out before plummeting himself back inside Wei Wuxian, his stiff and engorged cock rupturing the fleshy, inner walls of Wei Wuxian’s womb. He moves with passionate frenzy, his hands digging bruises into the merman’s hips until he comes with a groan, spilling his thick white seed into the merman’s tight, wet heat.

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian is unable to stop screaming his name. “ Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan ㅡ!”

“I’m here, Wei Ying,” Lan WangJi’s voice comes out deep and burly as he gives Wei Wuxian’s sensitive pink member another stroke with his tentacles, eliciting another cry of defeat from Wei Wuxian.

He finishes cumming after a very extended period of time, both of them breathing heavily as they try to catch their breaths after their highs. The tentacle has let go of Wei WuXian’s hands as they now hang limply on Lan WangJi’s shoulder.

Just as Wei Wuxian rolls over to ask Lan WangJi to to pull out of him, he feels the tentacle dick buried inside his womb hardening again.

“ Again ?” Wei Wuxian squawks. “Lan Er Gege, pleaseㅡ”

“Quiet!” Lan WangJi hisses. He narrows his eyes as if saying I know you’re enjoying this as much as I am. 

Despite Wei Wuxian’s complaints, his fingers go to spread his dripping slit as obscenely wide as possible, as if preparing himself to make way for the girth that was still buried deep inside. 

“I’ll keep my word, Wei Ying,” Lan WangJi murmurs before biting down on his ear, “I’ll give you the legs you wanted.”

Before Wei Wuxian could reply, Lan WangJi held two fingers up to his face, and a soft blue light began emitting a glow from their tips. Wei Wuxian is panicking because he thinks he’ll die if he’s this far underwater while being turned into a human; however, he feels a burning warmth where his tail used to be, and the large cock slipping from his hole with a POP .

When he looks down after the glow has faded, he is surprised to see a pair of legsㅡand still be able to feel his gills. He is unsteady on his new legs, but he is floating. 

“Now you may breathe underwater and go to the world above as you wish,” Lan WangJi said, kissing him deeply. Wei Wuxian kisses back, rather eagerly this time for he wants the cock inside of him to be moving again. 

Pretty soon, the cave is filled with the wet, squelching sounds of skin slapping skin. 

“Wei Ying, earlier you were begging me to stop. Now you are begging me for more,” Lan WangJi whispers, his voice husky and pleased. 

“I was wrong! I was wrong earlier!” Wei Wuxian cries. “Please, Lan Er Gege! I need more! I can’tㅡI can’t go on without more! Please, give me more cum!”

“You want my cum inside you? You want to carry our children inside you?” 

“ Pleas e!” Wei Wuxian cries, moaning as Lan WangJi’s big hands and tentacles come to knead at his newly formed ass.

He lets out more lewd moans as his newly-formed, round, juicy ass is being slapped relentlessly.

“Ah, Lan Er Gege, not so hard! Ngh it hurts!” Wei Wuxian whines amid his moans.

“Do you really want me to stop?” Lan Wangji whispers, one tentacle going to stroke Wei Wuxian’s boy-pussy. 

“No! Please don’t stop! Just be gentler!”

“You’ll like it.” With that, Lan WangJi thrusts one of his tentacles inside Wei Wuxian’s fleshy boy-pussy. Wei Wuxian gasps as he tightens around it, moaning as it stretches him into a new kind of shape.

“I get to take your virginity twice, my pearl. Are you sure that you no longer wish to see the surface world?”

“ Ah, ah, ah !” Wei Wuxian screams. “What good is the surface world when there’s cock like this down here? Ahhhhhhhhh~!”

SLAP. “So you’re a cockslut. Tell me, who else have you had down here?”

Is he serious?! Wei Wuxian thinks to himself as his boy-pussy is being pounded into raw meat. 

“No one! I’ve never had anyone before! I was a v-virgin before you!”

“Hm,” Lan WangJi says, but Wei Wuxian could tell that he is pleased. He feels Lan Wangji grow even harder inside him.“Your pussy is twitching, and I’ve only put one finger in so far.”

Wei Wuxian mewls. “I want your cock again! Cock, cock, cock! Please give me your cock!”

“So eager, my pearl.” Lan WangJi gives his ass another slap. “Patience.”

“Please, please give it to me,” Wei Wuxian pants, his tongue hanging out, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, “I’ll do anything!”

“Stay with me,” Lan WangJi whispers into his ear after biting his neck hard , “Have our children. Let me take care of you. Be mine.”

“Yes, yes!” Wei Wuxian cries. “I’m yours, all yours! I belong to you! No one else but you!”

Lan Wangji almost comes from Wei Wuxian’s begging alone. He has his tentacles stuffed in his pussy-hole, his mouth, wrapped around his cocklet, his legs, tugging at his nipples, and now one is tenderly massaging the outside of his asshole.  

“If you go there-no part of me will be untouched! I’ll truly be yours! I won’t be a virgin in any way anymore!” Wei Wuxian muffles from around the tentacle. 

“Good,” Lan WangJi growls, nuzzling his neck and placing further bites along the rosy skin. He slides his tentacle in all the way, and Wei Wuxian sees white as it hits his prostate dead-on. 

“I never imagined tentacles would feel so good! I never imagined Lan Er Gege would feel so good! Take me, take me! Wei Ying is yours completely!”

Lan Wangji begins hammering all his tentacles inside like a madman, the ones wrapped around Wei Wuxian’s appendages rubbing and squeezing and kneading and manhandling him.

Wei Wuxian’s moans grow louder, his screams becoming near-insane as all his pleasure spots are being hit home. 

“Mine,” Lan WangJi growls over and over again. 

Wei Wuxian’s mewls are as high-pitched as his voice. “Yes, yours!” 

It’s been a few days since Lan Xichen has left the cave for the kelp forest. Besides going night hunting, he’d been out to the nearest town buying ingredients for some rare potion that he’d been wanting to make.

He’d been expecting to come home to his younger brother and have them get to work on their new potions right away. Such a thing would be pleasing to their uncle and father, and he knows that making Father proud is one of Lan Wangji’s proudest moments. 

So he is not expecting to swim into the cave and warmly call out, “WangJi, I am home!” and see his little brother fucking a human (?) on their stone table that they used to mix potion ingredients together. 

“Xiong-Zhang,” Lan WangJi greets him, although he doesn’t stop driving his hips into the moaning human on the table. 

“WangJi,” Lan Xichen nods back before his eyes drift down to stare at the beautiful brunette again. He sets his basket of ingredients on the ground, not able to take his gaze off for one second. “Who might this beautiful pearl be?” He asks kindly. “Do you mind introducing us, WangJi?” 

“Mn,” Lan WangJi says, continuing to fuck the human senseless. “Xiong-Zhang, this is Wei Ying. He came asking for legs.”

Lan Xichen smiles as the dots connect by themselves. “Ah, I see that you’ve finally agreed to a deal. Well done, WangJi! I am proud.” 

“Thank you, Xiong-Zhang,” Lan WangJi keeps on going with their casual conversation even as his searing cock rams into Wei Wuxian again and again. 

Wei Wuxian isn’t sure what was happening-but he knows that he surely doesn’t appreciate being watched as life is fucked out of him. 

When he opens his mouth to speak his first coherent words in days, Lan Xichen notes that the inside of his mouth is painted white with seed. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian half-croaks, half-whines, “Lan Zhan, who is this? What’s going on?”

“Wei Ying, this is my brother, Lan Huan, Lan Xichen. Have you heard of him before?”

“Ah yes! Zewu-Jun!” Wei Wuxian gasps as Lan WangJi suddenly hoists up one of his human legs, opening it wide so Lan Xichen could see the way Wei Wuxian’s boy pussy swallows Lan Wangji’s cock. 

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Wei-Gongzi,” Lan Xichen beams politely, even though his own cock has begun aching the second he’s stumbled upon the scene. “I hope I did not spectacularly interrupt you two.”

“Not at all,” Lan WangJi says, casually and calmly as he continues to fuck Wei Wuxian with one of the latter’s legs in the air, “Would you like to join, Xiong-Zhang?”

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian gasps, only to feel his human ass being smacked by a hand. 

“Xiong-Zhang and I grew up together, so we often share together. Since you are mine, I have decided that I would be willing to share with my brother. Being the slut you are, you wouldn’t mind, would you?”

Wei Wuxian’s eyes drift over to the handsome and smiling Lan Xichen, who has taken his own large tentacled cock out and started stroking himself. His eyes almost pop out of his head as he marvels at Lan Xichen’s sheer girth, definitely enough to rival Lan Wangji’s. 

“Ah yes! I wouldn’t mind! I wouldn’t mind at all!” Wei Wuxian whimpers, eyes blow wide with pink hearts covering the formerly blue silver color’s pupil, reaching out towards Lan Xichen, who chuckles and swims closer.

Wei Wuxian is quick and eager to swallow the large cock down his throat. During the past few days, he’s had Lan Wangji’s cock inside his mouth as well as many of his tentacles, and the sensation of having something so big and warm and heavy in his mouth fills it with plenty of drool.

Lan Xichen tilts his head back, closing his eyes and letting out a pleased breath as Wei Wuxian’s swollen lips engulf his manhood in its wet heat. 

“Such a good boy,” he praises, running gentle fingers through those wavy brown tresses, and Wei Wuxian becomes a goner for him.

Lips darkened and wet with saliva, Wei Wuxian swirls his tongue around the tip before hollowing his cheeks so that he can take Lan Xichen all the way to the back of his throat, making the latter let out a low groan. 

He’s so deep inside Wei Wuxian’s throat, sloppy with Lan Wangji’s precious days of cum, and Wei Wuxian happily looks up at him through his lashes as he bobs his head up and down the shaft.

Lan Xichen throws his head back, and Wei Wuxian clenches down on Lan WangJi, making both the brothers groan at once. It isn’t long before Lan WangJi cums another load inside Wei Wuxian’s hole and Lan Xichen spills his seed down Wei Wuxian’s raw throat. 

“What a beautiful human you have here, WangJi.” 

“Mn. Wei Ying used to be a merman.”

Lan Xichen blinks, staring at those ungodly long legs and the way they lead up to a fat, shapely ass. “Merman? Ah, why do you wish to visit the surface, little one?”

“I was foolish! I was stupid!” Wei Wuxian wails. “I know now that my place is to be Lan Er Gege's cocksleeve to be used whenever or whereever!” 

Lan WangJi hums as he tweaks one of Wei Wuxian’s cherry-red nipples, but Wei Wuxian could tell that he is very pleased as his dick grows larger inside of him. 

“Perhaps we shall modify your body so that you can live on cum. That way, we won't have to stop to feed you and we could fuck you all day and night,” Lan Xichen suggests while licking Wei WuXian’s neck. 

“Mn. Wei Ying will never be tired,” Lan WangJi adds, his dick hardened and ready to go again, “Wei Ying is a cockslut.”

“Yes! I'm your cockslut~!” Wei Wuxian mewls, because it is so hot to have the Twin Jades of Lan fawning over his body and using him as their cum dump. 

The next thing he knew, Wei Wuxian was being fucked by three tentacles up his ass and his boypussy while two tentacles are tugging at his small cocklet. Lan XiChen’s cock is buried inside of his boy-pussy this time, his tight hole being stretched to its limit alongside the tentacles. Lan WangJi is fucking his mouth as Wei Wuxian drools and slobbers over his cock, struggling to swallow the engorged thing deep in his throat. A tentacle is inside his asshole, hitting his prostate dead-on while Wei Wuxian’s hands are tugging and suckling at more dick-shaped tentacles. The tentacles with strong suckers on them hover above his nipples, suctioning and suckling them so much that they burn like little cherries on his chest. 

Nowadays, his nipples are often always leaking, and Wei Wuxian is sure he’s pregnant, many times over. Lan WangJi has promised that the entire Lan clan would help look after their baby and he would provide Wei Ying only the best. 

But Wei Wuxian’s nipples leak so much, and Lan WangJi and Lan Xichen usually compete with each other to see who can suck on them and drink the most milk. Some days Wei Wuxian is afraid that his large, fattening tears will run dry of milk before the baby is even born! But no matter how much he begs, the Lan brothers would never slow down when it comes to him or his nipples.

There isn’t an inch of his body that hasn’t been touched by a cock or a tentacle. As much as Wei Wuxian loves the way the slimy, thick tentacle wriggles deep down his throat, he loves having the deliciously wet and musky cocks down his throat more. He would take both at the same time, just as his holes are beginning to learn how to take multiple tentacles inside at the same time as well and not cum too quickly from the way they would rub his inner channels. 

True to his word, Lan WangJi does take Wei Wuxian to see the surface on some days. The reason this patch of the ocean is called the Cloud Recesses is because there are giant rock formations that reach high above the surface, concealing a series of empty caves within the clouds. 

Lan WangJi decides to take human Wei Wuxian, letting gravity do its job as Wei Wuxian is repeatedly dropped down onto his large cock again and again.

With the gravity difference, Lan Wangji’s cock manages to go even deeper inside Wei Wuxian’s body. Wei Wuxian lets out a moan every time he sinks on to that thick length, for ever since his pregnancy with their first litter of eggs, his body has become extra sensitive. Sometimes all the Lan brothers have to do is yank his hair and shove their cocks into his mouth, and then Wei Wuxian would come untouched from the arousal of their power over him alone. 

“Lan Zhan...Lan Huan, I can't take anymore loads. I’m too full of cum, I can feel it leaking out of me day and night...my womb is so full with our eggs. Please, let’s take it easy today…have mercy on me,” Wei WuXian begs despite still moving his hip in rhythm with the furious thrush, his eyes clouded with lust and his slutty hole spreading wide for his beloved cock.

“Holding back your ability is forbidden at the Cloud Recesses,” Lan WangJi growls, fucking Wei Wuxian as if his life depends on it. 

“You’ll be alright, Wuxian,” Lan Xichen murmurs soothingly, stroking Wei Wuxian’s back as his cock sits warm and snug inside Wei Wuxian’s ass.

"After all, aren't you taking us so good right now? Even when you tell us to stop, your hip is still moving to match our thrusts, while your slutty holes cling onto our dicks whenever we try to take it out. Now that we are on the surface, you feel it, don't you? Your holes are soaking wet." To make his point, he spreads open Wei WuXian's boy-pussy that is taking Lan WangJi's cock and slips some of his fingers inside it, earning more lusty moans from the former-merman-now-human.

" Nyaaaa but… I...really…...am tired …..ah ..hah.."

"Since when does a cockslut like you get tired? You have been fine taking us all the time up till now. Lying is prohibited in the Cloud Recesses," Lan WangJi says as he cruelly rams himself inside Wei WuXian's womb without a care in the world, all the while squeezing Wei Wuxian’s small, milky chest and pinching the tender nipples swollen. The Lan Brothers have spent days playing with the tender nubs so much that Wei WuXian could now cum just from a light touch on them. 

Wei WuXian one again has his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he squirts out release after release. 

"But perhaps you have been right, perhaps we have been too much, not to mention our A-Ying is pregnant.. .." Lan XiChen says off handly as he pulls out his dick from Wei WuXian’s ass hole. It is gaping and dripping out with who knows how much cum, and Wei Wuxian lets out a whine of frustration as Lan Xichen slithers away from the human on his tentacles.

"Xiong Zhang is correct, since you are pregnant, I guess it cannot be helped." Lan WangJi said as he also quickly removes his dick and retracts all of his tentacles.

Suddenly, Wei WuXian no longer has anyone touching him, and he begins to whine and beg pathetically for the Twin Jades to touch him again.

" Nya ! No, no, no, please touch me , touch me! I feel so empty and cold without your cock."

"Oh? But didn't you ask us to slow down? You are pregnant after all, we should be careful about the eggs.”

"No no no! I was wrong, I was stupid, I was dumb, please use my slutty holes and fill me up however you like."

To prove his sincerity, Wei WuXian stands up on his shaking legs, bends down using his hand to support himself on a stone while using his other hand to open up his slit and butt crack, putting his cum soaked whore holes on full display.

"This cumdump is wrong for stopping his masters from having their way. Please forgive this cumdump. You could fuck me when ever you want and where ever you want your cumdump will be of service~" He would say anything, do anything to feel full with those cocks and tentacles again. 

It is difficult for Lan WangJi to resist not touching Wei Wuxian for too long, so he turns and shares a glance with Lan Xichen, who nods. “Yes, Wangji.”

Without so much as another grunt, Lan WangJi thrusts himself roughly back inside Wei Wuxian’s pussy, making the latter let out a shrill scream as the sheer intensity of pleasure hits him in shockwaves. Lan Xichen enters back inside his ass as well, letting out a moan as the tight, velvety walls envelope around his cock once again.

And so they fuck on the surface for the longest time, switching positions and taking turns with Wei Wuxian’s ass, pussy, nipples, cocklet, every single part of his body until he could no longer live with out their cock.

They continue to life their days with plenty of sex as Wei Wuxian get to have as many cocks and tentacles that would be able to fit inside him at once, all inside either his pussy or his asshole. Sometimes Wei Wuxian will ask to be taken again like he did when he was a virgin, so he was given the ability to change back into a merman or human whenever he wanted while still being able to breathe underwater. 

Wei Wuxian loses all his previous wishes, goals, abilities to think. He has become so mindbroken that he couldn’t remember what his life was like before cock or how he had lived without it. He is all too happy with his new role as a cockslut and a wife and a mother, pregnant with eggs all the time and even managing to get pregnant again before his first batch of eggs have hatched. 

He wails are so, so sweet to Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen that they cannot help but squirt their cum inside him, all over him, splatter it across his face, have him lick it off their fingers, let their hot cum fill up Wei Wuxian so it could coat their eggs inside him. 

Wei Wuxian has never been happier. Lan WangJi and Lan Xichen treat him so exceptionally well. They provide him with good food, all the shellfish and clams he could ever wish to taste, all the pretty jewels and trinkets he could ever want to collect, and all the pretty coral flowers to tangle in his hair. And of course, they give him plenty of healthy, beautiful merchildren through the copious amounts of cum they would dump inside him, to the point where Wei Wuxian isn’t even sure which children were fathered by Lan Wangji and which were fathered by Lan Xichen. 

He doesn’t need the surface world, he doesn’t need adventure, he only needs and wants and loves his new family, especially his two husbands who are so good to him and so good about sharing him with each other (and each other only). When their searing cocks are pressed inside his heat, he sees stars in front of his eyes and feels as if he’s been to heaven many times over. 

Wei Wuxian knows nothing but the hands coated with oils, the tentacles slicked with lube and his own juices as they take turns mashing his pussy in. His holes are usually swollen and red, ready to be fucked time and time again by the next onslaught of cocks or tentacles combination. 

At any given moment in time, he is coated in some kind of bodily fluids, sweaty, and has his legs deep in the Lan’s underwater cave so their tentacles can wrap around him and fondle his ass and tickle his most sensitive parts until he’s turned into the begging whore and cum dumpster they love to see.

It is this kind of life they are living when Qingheng-Jun decides to pay his sons a visit. And he has the same experience as Lan Xichen where he almost drops the gifts for his sons as he walks into the scene of the two octopuses full on spit-roasting their little human(?) with their dicks and tentacles, tugging at nipples and sliding something inside any given hole they see. 

Because of their positions, Wei Wuxian is the first one to see the Lan brothers’ father. The man resembles the brothers greatly, for he seemingly wears Lan Xichen’s gentle expression but has the same golden eyes as Lan WangJi.

 Wei Wuxian raises his head to speak, his face, body, nipples, slit, tail, legs, wherever are all covered in cum. When he opens his mouth, the water around him is cloudy from the cum seeping out of him. 

“Lan Zhan, Lan Huan, somebody is here to see you…”

Lan Xichen is the first to notice, slipping his tongue out of Wei Wuxian’s ear. “Father.”

Lan WangJi’s ears go beet red, but he doesn’t take his tentacles or cock out of any of Wei Wuxian’s orifices. “Father,” he mumbles, looking away. 

“Father? He’s your father?” Wei Wuxian asks, his eyes shining with excitement as more cum pours out of his nose. He lifts one of his own legs up like the day Lan Wangji did when Lan Xichen first walked in on them so he could show their father the slick, gushing holes of his pussy and his ass.

“There’s room for one more,” he whimpers as the brothers began moving at a furious pace inside him again, “Please, please let me have a taste of the wonderful, glorious cock that made the loves of my life...put some mini Lan Zhan’s and Lan Huan’s inside me…”

Chapter Text

The sun is setting on the horizon, and Wei Wuxian will be married by the time the moon rises. 

Everybody who is anybody has been invited to what has been dubbed the wedding of the year. The Lan’s are not typically known for their extravagant parties, but a wedding of alliance between their youngest heir and the Jiang’s omega ward. 

A match made in heaven, the town would whisper. Although Wei Wuxian wasn’t the blood child of the Jiangs, his marriage to second son Lan WangJi would ensure a powerful alliance between their warlord fathers. A win for both sides, a bond that would be ensured for years to come. 

Wei Wuxian’s bloodline comes from Cangse Sanren, one of the most fertile rogue omegas to have ever roamed the cultivation world. Additionally, the second young master of Gusu had the means to take care of an entire generation. Under their alliance, both clans would prosper and neither would fear foreign invasion ever again. 

The Jiangs would allow their ward to meet his betrothed a couple of times before their marriage. 

Lan WangJi feels his mouth dry up as he meets Wei Wuxian for the first time. The omega is incredibly beautiful, and smells ripely of fertility and virginity. He is as sweet and lively as a young maiden, has the energy and innocence of a child, and all in all, he’d completely stolen Lan Wangji’s heart. 

The alpha takes Wei Wuxian around on a tour of the Lan estates, amused at the widened silver-blue eyes taking everything in. Lan WangJi could further up his charm, and he plays his guqin for his betrothed as well as present him with lovely flowers for his pretty brunette hair. 

“Wei Ying,” he would say, and then Wei Wuxian would swoon right then and there. 

“Lan Er Gege, you’re going to be so bad for my heart!” The young omega bemoans, clutching at his chest dramatically. 

Lan Wangji’s lips merely curl into a smug smirk. “Anything for Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian spends the rest of his stay in this manner, cooing and giggling and falling ripely in love. 

By the end of the weeklong stay, the Jiangs had been given a generous dowry, and Wei Wuxian sheds a few tears when he has to part from Lan WangJi. 

“We will meet again soon,” he promises Wei Wuxian, who has simply become putty in his hands and comes to tell him goodbye many times over before the Jiangs actually depart. Lan Wangji seals their engagement with a giant diamond ring he slides onto Wei Wuxian’s finger and a chaste kiss he places upon it.

Oh Wei Ying, if only you knew, he thinks to himself, internally grinning like a wolf. 

Cangse Sanren was rather famous beyond the cultivation world for her fertility. Rumors say that she had a thousand suitors when she was alive, and she would then choose to run off with some unknown servant whose virility could barely produce one single child. So troublesome was his genes that the beautiful omega had been dead moments after giving birth to her only child. 

But her son is here, and her son is indeed the most beautiful omega Lan WangJi has ever laid eyes on. No other omegas his uncle would introduce him to could hold a handle to Wei Ying, and he would stop at nothing until he had Wei Ying in his bed and belly bred swollen with his pups.

How enduringly sweet his Wei Ying is, how beautifully naive he is. The world of cultivation is harsh, the world of alpha and omega dynamics even more brutally so. 

Lan WangJi would help his Xiong-Zhang rule their sect with an iron fist behind the scenes, and as the only alpha heir he would see to his duties to produce as many children with Wei Wuxian as possible.

Sure, Lan WangJi would give Wei Ying his faithfulness, his loyalty, his protection, and a basketful of children. Wei Ying would have the best food in the land, sleep on the best silks, and wear only the most expensive robes. 

But a trivial thing such as love shall have to be secondary. Lan WangJi would not go down with love the way his father did. He would be good to Wei Ying, as long as Wei Ying would be good to him in return. At the end of the day, a deal is still a deal and the Lan sect comes before anything. 

The wedding takes an entire month to prepare. Between Madam Yu’s demands for the dowry to be increased and the preparations to be on par with the scale of the celebration, the Lan household knows they are preparing for the wedding of the century.

There is a banquet to be laid out: cakes, meat pies, meat buns, venison, roast chicken with every kind of garnish imaginable, fresh spring mutton, whole geese, pigs, all served on platters garnished with meaty vegetables and mountains of white rice. The halls are decorated with endless streams of red and well wishes, and the servants set up a rather extravagant altar and arrange for the most vibrant crimson wedding robes to be personally tailored. 

Wei Wuxian isn’t able to see Lan WangJi much before the wedding. Jiang Cheng comes to him a few times and asks him to reconsider the marriage arrangement, but Wei Wuxian admits what’s done is done and he has a duty to contribute something towards the Jiang family. Besides, he insists, Lan WangJi is such a gentleman, he seems so kind and caring. And Jiang Cheng would storm off cursing Wei Wuxian’s name, and Wei Wuxian would spend the next couple of weeks dreaming about his wedding night. 

When the day before the wedding comes, Jiang Fengmian and Madam Yu send Wei Wuxian off in a bridal carriage with only a plethora of servants and no family members to escort him to Gusu. 

By the time his entourage reaches Gusu, it is late at night and they are tired. Wei Wuxian has a quick evening meal before being shown to his private quarters where he must get ready tomorrow and promptly falls asleep. 

“Wei Ying,” comes the faint, soft whisper of his name.

“Mmmh,” Wei Wuxian says, thinking he is dreaming.

“Wei Ying,” the voice says again, determined, passionate, too real. When Wei Wuxian opens his eyes, he is not expecting to see his betrothed standing right there in front of him.

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian whispers, completely surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“Couldn’t wait,” Lan WangJi whispers, the cool, calming fragrance of sandalwood washing over Wei Wuxian, “Wanted to see you.” His golden eyes glimmer in the darkness, and even here and now Wei Wuxian could make out the red tips of his ears.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian whispers, both flattered and startled, “I’ve missed you too, but our ceremony is only tomorrow! It’s traditional to wait to see each other until then.” 

Lan WangJi’s eyes seem to hold a predatory hunger within them as he climbs onto the bed. “Wei Ying,” he whispers, “Do you want me now?”

Those beautiful blue-silver eyes of Wei Wuxian’s widens. “We are supposed to wait until after the wedding ceremony, Lan Zhan!” he whispers. “Isn’t this against the rules?”

The punishment is severe for an unmarried omega to engage in premarital sex, ranging from slicing off a limb to being put to death during a pregnancy. 

“Since when has Wei Ying ever liked rules?” Lan Wangji whispers, trailing a large hand down one of Wei Wuxian’s bare milky thighs. 

He’s got a fair point, and his touch feels so good that Wei Wuxian can’t help but let out a trembling moan tumble from his lips.

Wei Wuxian tries to pull away after the chaste kiss, but Lan WangJi isn’t having any of it. The strength of an alpha is far stronger than that of an omega and thus he is able to yank away Wei Wuxian’s blankets to get a better look at his body. 

Wei Wuxian tries to cover himself with his sleeping robes, but even the single layer he wears to bed is so sparse and thin he is sure that Lan WangJi’s piercing golden gaze can see right through it. In his sleep, he’d also toss and turn quite a bit, allowing the robes to rise up and reveal miles of creamy legs. 

Wei Wuxian blushes hard and tries to pull his blankets back, but he is stopped by Lan WangJi taking a hold of his wrists. “Wei Ying, you’re beautiful. Let me see.” 

Wei Wuxian is quiet before he nods shyly and lets Lan Wangji tug off his robe. He is sure his face is burning pink by now, but Lan Wangji is also stripping out of his own robes and oh, his future husband is rather well endowed. 

“Do not worry. I would never let anyone hurt you.”

When Lan WangJi moves to kiss him, he is far, far too weak to pull away, to resist in any way. 

It is his first kiss, and he’s aware that he’s clumsy and inexperienced, but Lan WangJi’s mouth is so firm and warm on his lips and it sends butterflies through his entire body that he can’t help but let himself be pulled into the alpha’s enticing embrace.

Lan WangJi’s big, calloused hands feel every inch of Wei Wuxian’s body. The omega is like the creams and lotions he uses to bathe many years of tenderizing his body for his future alpha (after all, the Jiangs had wanted him to hike up his bride price as much as possible) has rendered his body pilant and soft.

When Lan WangJi begins kissing Wei Wuxian’s sensitive neck, scenting and licking right over his mating gland, Wei Wuxian moans and subconsciously tosses his head back and bares more of himself for his future husband. 

“Hanguang-Jun,” Wei Wuxian whispers as their kisses grow hotter, heavier with tongue, “We shouldn’t! We―we are not husband and wife yet.”

“We will be,” Lan WangJi whispers back, nibbling softly on the shell of one of Wei Wuxian’s ears. “Do you really want me to stop now, Wei Ying?”

He doesn’t. 

Wei Wuxian wants , punishment be damned. 

That’s how Wei Wuxian ends up on his back with his legs spread wide to accommodate Lan WangJi in between them. 

He tosses his head towards the ceiling, moaning in euphoria as Lan Wangji’s lips and teeth and tongue and fingers work magic, strums his body like he is playing with the most delicate guqin in the world. 

“You are so beautiful, Wei Ying,” Lan WangJi murmurs, making Wei Wuxian swoon into his very arms. 

“Lan Er Gege is so handsome,” Wei Wuxian giggles in return, “ And so muscular, too.” Both of their robes have been tugged off and they lay with each other naked, skin feeling skin and Wei Wuxian thinks it’s the most wonderful thing in the world. 

When Wei Wuxian feels the first few squirms of Lan WangJi’s wet tongue prodding at his pink slit, he moans and squirms and makes the most delightful little mewls. He drives Lan WangJi crazy, enough to the point where the latter has tied Wei Wuxian’s hands together with his forehead ribbon and brought up those long slim legs to wrap around him. 

They both groan as Lan WangJi’s cock makes contact with Wei Wuxian’s omega pussy. He’s soaking wet for him, and his cry of pain when Lan WangJi works his fingers inside is the sweetest sound the alpha has ever heard. His slick is running endlessly on his thighs, making them sticky and so sweet for Lan WangJi’s hands to touch. 

Unable to resist any longer, Lan WangJi takes charge and breaches his omega with his cock, making Wei Wuxian wail loudly into the pillows.

“Wei Ying is so beautiful,” he grunts, “Can Wei Ying endure the pain for a brief moment?”

Wei Wuxian nods, his little heart softening. He would do anything for this alpha. 

Pretty soon Lan WangJi has fully buried himself inside of Wei Wuxian, and he is so warm and so soft and so tight that Lan WangJi nearly loses his mind. The wet, squelching noises combined with Wei Wuxian’s sweet moans are absolutely music to his ears, and he lets his hips thrust with heir  as he ravishes the young fertile omega again and again. 

“ Oh, oh !” Wei Wuxian wails as he is unable to hold back anymore, letting his moans fully erupt from his body as Lan Wangji’s thick cock pierces into his soft inner walls again and again. “Husband, husband !”

“Say it again,” Lan WangJi growls as he kisses Wei Wuxian roughly, pulling at the other’s long brown tresses.

“ Husband! ” Wei Wuxian gasps. “ You are my husband! My alpha! Only you! There will never be anyone else! There is no other like you! ” 

Lan WangJi fucks Wei Wuxian long and deep into the night, making sure to lay his semen deep within the omega’s slick, slippery channel. By the time it is well past midnight, Wei Wuxian’s face is scrunched red from pleasure and his hair in disarray and his sheets soaking to his skin with pleasure. His belly protrudes ever so slightly with the amount of cum leaking from his loosened hole, and he is reduced to blabbering gibberish about wanting Lan WangJi to put twins, triplets, quintuplets inside him.

“Will give Wei Ying all the children he wants,” Lan WangJi promises as his cock ruptures Wei Ying’s sensitive, raw inner walls. 

Before the night ends, Lan Wangji has bitten him on his scent gland and claimed Wei Ying as his. His possessive nature would not have allowed anything otherwise. 

Wei Wuxian, at this point, has completely given himself over to Lan WangJi. He keeps his arms and legs wrapped around the young warlord, squealing with every inch that is thrust within him. But he clamors and begins to beg for more and in between rough fucks, the young warlord rewards his beloved with heart-stopping kisses and squeezes of his ass. 

Lan WangJi fucks Wei Wuxian with purpose, every honeyed cry of “Lan Er Gege!” a symphony to his ears.

He fills the sweet omega pussy again and again, fucking his bride-to-be on every surface of the guest room. With every thrust of the thick cock squeezing inside the barely-big enough pussy, Wei Wuxian feels the cum being pushed deeper and deeper inside him. He lets his eyes roll back, mouth hanging open with his tongue lolling out as he feels the cum pour and settle into his fertile womb. 

 “Breed me! Breed me, Lan Er Gege, breed me!”

By the time the sun is rising, Wei Wuxian has cum so much that his eyes have rolled to the back of his head during one orgasm, effectively passing out on the spot before he’s even finished releasing his omega slick. 

However, Lan WangJi keeps returning to his wet, messy hole, loosened with cum, hot with suction, staking his claim over and over again.

When he finally pulls out, Wei Wuxian is delirious, drifting in and out of slumber with half-lidded eyes. The omega seems to have lost even the ability to move from how tired out he is. The cum drips from his pussy in an endless stream; Lan WangJi gently cleans him with his tongue for awhile before the alpha uses his fingers to fuck some of the cum back into the omega’s gaping hole.

He hushes Wei Wuxian’s sweet mewls and places kisses onto the omega’s forehead, reveling in his mate’s sense of joy. 

“I will stay with you until dawn, my beloved. Then I must go prepare for our wedding.” 

Wei Wuxian mumbles deliriously, a maddened little thing with a swollen belly full of cum and a newly gained affinity for cock.

Lan WangJi places soothing kisses over the purple bite mark, making sure to cover Wei Wuxian is completely covered underneath the blanket so the omega doesn’t catch a cold. As a precautionary measure, he uses a little bit of magic to fade the bite mark so it is nearly invisible without making it completely disappear from sight.

When golden liquid of morning sunshine comes sweeping in through the windows and the Jiang servants come to bathe and dress Wei Wuxian for his wedding, Lan WangJi is long gone, having headed back to his own quarters to prepare for the day of his dreams.

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They whisper that a naga lives deep in the parts of this forest where no one dares to set foot in. 

He devours all who has entered, the brave, the foolish, the lost, the strong. He himself is immortal many times over, stronger than a cultivator can ever dream and no one who values their life should ever dare to go near him. 

That’s why Lan WangJi goes; it’s why he volunteered, they would whisper. So brave and noble, so handsome a scholar and yet such a fierce warrior. Hanguang-Jun would save them all. 

What they didn’t know was that Hanguang-Jun had already been defeated. 

He’d fallen madly for the grotesque, foul, wicked naga, the very same one that has been terrifying the villages and mountain towns and regions for years. 

They don’t send paid hunters to kill the naga anymore, for the hunters are often found dead in the most brutal, wicked deaths imaginable. 

What the villagers do not know is that it is not the Yiling Naga who has been killing them. In fact, somethingㅡor rather, someone, has been skinning them alive before they can ever reach the premises of the Yiling Naga.

Everything the common folk think they know about the Yiling Naga is a lie. Lan Wangji knows this to be true, for he has glimpsed the Yiling Naga many times himself, and knows within his heart that the Yiling Naga is nothing but the most spectacular beauty in the world. 

The villagers are nothing but fools, and Lan Wangji’s cultivation would ensure he outlives them all. 

Besides his beauty, the Yiling Naga is benevolent. He did not eat humans, he did not cannibalize his own kind. Instead, he kills the demons that threaten the village, he devours the creatures of the night that would otherwise terrorize the common populace. He is good and kind and only strikes to defend himself against those who are sent to kill him, for he has a right to live as well. 

Lan WangJi is obsessed. 

Wei Wuxian, the Yiling Naga, or his Wei Ying as he knows him, deserves only the best. Lan WangJi has observed enough of Wei Ying to know how good and kind he is, and to know that he deserves a life of luxury and wealth and grandeur and love. 

Lan WangJi can give that to him. 

Lan WangJi knows that Wei Ying is lonely, and that beyond his power and immortality, Wei Ying secretly longs for children and a family. Lan WangJi would be more than happy to provide. 

He cares not that Wei Ying is a naga, cares not that Wei Ying slithers around on shiny black scales that glimmer crimson and muscular coils and sometimes leave a small trail of slime in his wake. 

He cares not that Wei Ying has a forked tongue or scattered little patterns of scale embedded into his skin like freckles or that Wei Ying has a pair of deadly venomous fangs he can retract whenever he wishes to. 

He likes that Wei Ying has the prettiest face he’s ever seen, far surpassing any human woman or otherworldly beauty he’s not given much interest to. He likes that Wei Ying has a pair of twinkling eyes that flash blue like the sky in the summer and gray like a fierce storm in the winter. He likes that Wei Ying’s nose crinkles when he laughs, he likes that Wei Ying’s smile is rather toothy, he likes that Wei Ying has straight brunette hair with one curl that always refuses to lay down, he likes that Wei Ying plays his flute for the forest to hear and he likes that Wei Ying goes around topless so he can always see those pink nipples poking out from that smooth chest, begging to be bitten and sucked and claimed . 

All of Wei Ying begs to be claimed. 

He likes that in spite of not having legs, Wei Ying has the perkiest bottom he’s ever seen, so much that it sticks out even when he slithers from place to place. 

He revels in the fact that Wei Ying’s stomach will no longer be flat after he is bred. He wonders if Wei Ying’s belly will take long to swell to a ripe fullness after he fills it with his seed. 

In these fantasies, he finds a new reason for his existence: to seed Wei Ying’s belly with his cum and ensure that Wei Ying would bear their fruit. Swollen, ripe fruit that would soak in its own juice first before releasing their gelatinous mound of seed and blossom into new life.

Breed Wei Ying with his cum, ferment his seed in Wei Ying’s belly until Wei Ying’s insides churn and Wei Ying’s lips can only scream his name. Breed Wei Ying so full that his hole molds into a slit the exact shape of Lan Zhan’s cock, so that Wei Ying knows nothing except for Lan Zhan and Lan Zhan alone. 

In truth, he has only met with Wei Ying a few times, but it is already enough for him to know Wei Ying’s soul and to know that he wants it in the heart of his palm.

Wei Ying has a terrible memory so he is never able to remember Lan WangJi properly for the scarce times they meet, but Lan WangJi needs only to meet Wei Ying face-to-face once to know he is the one. 

Lan WangJi does not know courting or romance, he was raised by a cold uncle who knows only practicality and discipline. He himself has only known longing and repression. 

Their marriage ceremony will be brief but everlasting, and they will be the talk and scandal of town until the next big thing happens and the common people and their vulgar little minds forget about them. 

Wei Ying will become his wife, and Wei Ying will become his freedom. 

Wei Ying is always so proud of being a nagaㅡhalf human, half snake, and absolutely untouchable to the mortal man. He wears his species with a sense of pride as he slithers around the forest and plays with the little bunnies and whistles at passing birds and chases after terrified, squawking wild turkeys.

Being the only surviving egg of his litter meant that he had to undergo a bunch of cultivation training himself, even if it meant being disciple to a rather mysterious and shady shizun whom seemed demon-like, even if it meant raising the dead and necromancing forgotten and vengeful ghosts to do his bidding. 

But Wei Ying has developed wonderfully, and now he claims to be strong enough to take on any opponent that fate sends his way.

However, none of them had ever tried to breed him. He is beautiful indeed, but people generally tend to be too terrified or too arrogant or too set in their minds to want to begin courting a large snake. 

The allure of sex has lured Lan Wangji away from his ways deep within the forest, tamed his wild spirit and unleashed a different type of beast he has not known before. 

And oh, how it consumes him so. 

Wei Ying.

Wei Ying.

Wei Ying.

Beyond the provocative invitation of sexual gratification, however, there resides a fulfillment for a deeper and longer yearning: a home and hearth and a family to love and be loved by. 

His mother had been cold and distant ever since he was a young child and his father all but absent in his seclusion. Xichen had been the only source of familial comfort in his life, but even that had been criticized by Uncle and the Lan Elders. They were raising the Twin Jades of Lan, they had said, not the twin spoiled brats of entitlement. 

It had become harder for him to spend more time with Xichen the older they grew because Xichen was to assume the role of Sect Leader at the tender age of eighteen. Lan WangJi would be his right-hand man but had a little more freedom since he wasn’t swamped with sect leader duties. It would become his job to teach classes to the junior disciples and to appoint senior disciples to night hunts.

But no one would assume the Second Jade of Lan, oh so pristine, oh so disciplined, oh so virtuous, to slip off into the vastness of the night bearing gifts for his would-be lover.

Fish, chickens, and plenty more chickens, then blankets made of the finest fur, jewels and gemstones as fat as eggs and shiny as gold. It would amuse Lan Wangji so, how the naga would treasure the fresh fish more than the jewels, which he would admire for a second then toss aside among his growing collection. 

He gives himself in to his debauched fantasies completely and admits that he is very eager to impregnate the naga. He could see it now; he knows he is not small and he knows he can give Wei Ying a pleasure like no other. 

He would stroke himself to sleep, imagining his hot seed coating the eggs inside Wei Wuxian. He would often be driven crazy by the sway of his ass as he slithers away, How he would drive into that ass, thrust so roughly inside that tight heat that Wei Ying’s insides would melt and Wei Ying himself nearly pass out. 

Then when he’s truly faded from consciousness, Lan Wangji would carry him like a bride back to the Cloud Recesses so he can throw Wei Ying onto his bed and take him in Holy Matrimony. 

They would marry in secret and Uncle would get the little Lan heirs he’d been desiring for quite some time. Perhaps Xiong-Zhang would be there to be their witness, and then Lan Wangji can spend his days spoiling his new naga wife and plumping him up to produce milk for their babies.

He has a plan, and it would all begin with breeding Wei Wuxian.

He would keep watching, keep following his Wei Ying around the forest until it would be about the naga mating season. He knows from his many years of following Wei Ying that this would also be around the time where the naga would eat a big feast and proceed to hibernate until the season is over. Female nagas annoyed Wei Ying, he sees male nagas as competition and simply wants nothing to do with his own kind. 

That would serve Lan WangJi quite well. All he would have to do now is remain patient and lie in wait. 

Wei Ying lets out a satisfied burp as he massages the little rolls of his belly, plump with fish and chicken and wild turkey and plenty of wild roots and berries, and even a little deer family thanks to the mysterious hero who had been providing him with meat almost everyday. Perhaps he’d have an admirer, a worshipper of nagas as you will. Someday he would very much like to find out the identity of this person so he could thank him properly, but as of now he’d eaten a feast considered rich even for him and it has come time to hibernate for the long coming winter. 

He’d made himself a nest he is proud of in his cave he’s called home his entire life and has begun his routine of coiling up when his sensitive hearing detects the soft yet unmistakable sound of footsteps.

“Who’s there?” he hisses into the darkness, eyes bright and alert. Although being a naga means excellent vision in the dark, even he isn’t fast enough to dodge out of the way as the famous celestial binding rope snakes out of nowhere and wraps itself around him.

He cries out angrily, tail thrashing wildly with little use. For it is well-known that the red celestial binding rope is most suited to binding demons, spirits, and nagas like himself, and he grunts angrily at the fate that was surely awaiting him.

….only to let out an echoing gasp as he sees the familiar white robes and handsome sculpted face step out from the shadows.

“Lan Zhan?” he whispers, confused and a little horrified. He’d known Lan Wangji as the kind human in passing who he would sometimes like to tease but could never get to speak much. That was as far as their interactions go, and he’d have never expected someone like Lan Wangji to be a naga hunter. 

He can feel his heart breaking a little in his chest, and he rears back in striking position in what he would consider one last action of self-defense. 

But there is no sword, no weapon he can see anywhere, and Lan WangJi’s touch is gentle as large hands stroke his face and hold his cheeks in place so that the golden eyes could stare at him in the faded lantern light.

“Lan Zhan….?” Wei Ying whispers once again, confused as can be until he feels a pair of warm lips crashing onto his own. 

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He finally has his lips on the object of his desire, and oh how he hungers . 

It is evident in the way he kisses Wei Ying, kisses him as if it’s the last time as well as the first. Their tongues and teeth clash and a little blood is drawn, but Wei Ying is familiar enough with Lan WangJi and kind enough to carefully keep his venomous fangs tucked far out of reach. His Wei Ying is too kind even to a man who is about to ravage him, he thinks with a wickedness coiling in his stomach.

Then he sinks his human teeth into Wei Ying’s fleshy parts and bites hard.

Wei Ying’s cry is so sweet, so innocent that his hardening cock immediately balloons to its full girth and length. He kisses Wei Ying for a few more seconds before rubbing the very clothed tip against Wei Ying’s scales.

“Lan Zhan! Whaㅡ” Wei Ying cries, a little angrily, a little haphazardly. 

He’s barely conscious and getting the living breath kissed out of him, and it’s his very first kiss, and it feels so good because it is the handsome human who sometimes shyly hands him a fish or a game of wild turkey and who sometimes plays on his guqin for all the forest creatures to hear. 

But Wei Wuxian prides himself on being an immortal, untouchable naga, and being trapped underneath this human, Wei Ying feels so humiliated he’s letting himself be mounted by a human, regardless of cultivation status. Also, his strength was supposed to be immeasurable!

His thrashes wildly in disbelief as the human climbs on top of him and pins him down. Heavens, twist the fates! He is the one with the fangs and it is he who is supposed to be biting and nipping and drawing blood, not Lan Wangji instead!

But mating season has rendered him more docile and sleepy than usual, and he would rather never hurt the hand that fed him (literally). So he keeps his venomous fangs tucked far away at the back of his mouth and moans throatily into the kisses, for Lan WangJi would not stop assaulting him with such wet, such sinful, tongue ravishings that would echo off the walls of his entire cave. 

Lan WangJi is devouring him, and Wei Ying is so horny that he lets himself be devoured without really giving a second thought as to what was going on, as evident by the dazed look on his face after Lan Wangji finally breaks apart for air. 

There is a thin trail of saliva connecting their lips together, and Lan Wangji licks his.

Smugness almost radiates from every crevice of his body, for his patience with observing the naga has paid off immensely, and he would now reap his rewards. 

He had been researching how to render oneself immune to naga venom for many years, he would naturally ensure himself to stay alive so he could continuously breed his future naga wife and watch their babies hatch from their eggs.

All nagas ever had hidden one vial of their antivenom in existence, and Lan WangJi is able to locate this easily as he gropes around the folds of Wei Wuxian’s scales. 

The naga is whimpering, wide-eyed as Lan Wangji pulls out the vial of antivenom and swallows it whole. 

“No! Stop! I only have one of those!” Wei Wuxian cries out, but is pushed back by Lan Wangji’s much stronger frame. 

Lan WangJi knows the anatomy of nagas well enough to know that the most ripe and fertile of them will produce milk from their teats even before their bellies swell with children, and he is very, very pleased to find out that Wei Ying is an extra fertile naga, as his teeth sink down around the naga’s nipples and bite and claim and suck .

Wei Ying tosses back his head, moaning as droplets of nectar-like milk begins to leak from his tits. At first it comes out half-clear and barely with any flavor, but Lan WangJi sucks harder and then it floods out, frothy and creamy and with a distinctively sweet musk. 

Lan WangJi drinks like a thirsting man who has been wandering the desert for days. Wei Ying moans as his tits begin to swell, his body reacting to a potential mate and naturally producing more milk. 

He clutches at Lan WangJi’s back, his nails digging into the other’s back as the latter quickly disrobes so Wei Ying can have unlimited access to his skin. Wei Ying’s eyes widen, impressed when he sees the six-pack and the muscle on the other man. A low, needy whine emerges from his throat, and he scratches the other’s back as his nipples are assailed again and again. 

The sensitive red buds of his nipples continue to leak, and Wei Ying continues to moan which ring as music to Lan Zhan’s ears. A few of his large fingers reach down to where the naga’s tail begins so that his thick digits could feel around for and part the wet folds of Wei Ying’s pink, throbbing pussy. 

“Ah!” Wei Ying cries in surprise, feeling full and anxious as a thick, calloused finger enters him. As if sobering up from his heat-induced state, he immediately freezes and tries to pull away. “Please let me go! This has gone on far enough!”

Well, that wouldn’t do at all now. Lan WangJi growls as he launches himself forward, pinning the naga to the ground.

“Lan Er Gongzi, Lan Er Gege,” the naga whimpers, “What are you doing? That’s my private hole! It’s dirty! It’s not...you’re not supposed to...please, just take it out!”

“Not dirty,” Lan Wangji is so turned on that it is difficult to speak, even through gritted teeth. “ Wei Ying ’s hole.” 

His slit is wildly wet, dripping with pungent slick that stinks up his entire cave with arousement. But when Lan WangJi dips a finger in to taste, it is sweet and thick and nectar-like on his tongue, and he laps again and again, and Wei Ying has never had anything in there before let alone a tongue and it feels so warm and wickedly, wickedly good.

“It f-feels weird!” Wei Ying cries. “Please take it out, take it out now!” This was wrong on so many levels! Nagas weren’t supposed to end up with humans, even if they were cultivators! How could heㅡan immortal naga, a creature of the dark night and black magic and all powerful over creatures of the forestㅡbe subdued by a mere human?! The very mention of it is too humiliating to bear! 

But then Lan WangJi is kissing him again, and kissing him hard , and it’s so hot and delicious that Wei Ying finds it very difficult to resist. Little beads of sweat droplets form on his forehead and slide down his face as the only human he’s ever allowed himself to like continues to mercilessly manhandle him like a plaything. 

As for Lan WangJi, he has reached his breaking point. His rock-hard cock is dripping through his trousers and in one swift yank he rips them off, revealing the unforgiving monster that throbs painfully with desire. 

Wei Ying’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he eyes the size of Lan Wangji’s manhood, which is being positioned to sheath itself inside him. 

He begins begging again, pleading again. He could never fit that thing inside himㅡare you kidding him, that thing might actually kill himㅡ

But Lan Wangji continues to press unrelentingly inwards, and eventually that monster is shoved inside Wei Ying’s sensitive pink folds, sheathing itself deeply and tightly inside his birth canals and channels all the way up into his womb. The bulge in his body is obvious, and Wei Wuxian whimpers as he feels his insides being parted. 

The naga cries out sweetly like a virginal maiden on her wedding night, but Lan Wangji knows the rough scales and soft pliant body is no maiden, and for this he is even more sated, even more turned on.

He doesn’t give Wei Ying much time to get used to the stretch before he begins moving, his hips snapping forward as he roughly keeps the naga pinned down like a rag doll. 

He sets a brutal pace, one that has Wei Ying crying and begging for him to be more gentle. “I’m a virgin! You’re taking my first time!” he sobs, his nails scraping the cold cave floors. “It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!”

“Not a virgin anymore,” Lan Wangji replies calmly, to which Wei Ying just sobs harder. 

“Hurts!” 

“Wei Ying is strong. He can endure.” 

The inside of the naga feels heavenly, and Lan Wangji is such ecstasy it’s dizzying for him. He’s finally inside Wei Ying as it was meant to be, and the tight, wet heat is even more glorious than he could have ever imagined. 

“Will take responsibility.” 

He continues to rail into the naga until Wei Ying loses all feeling in his own tail. The pain soon numbs into a faint wet, erotic sensation until it finally subsides and gives way into jolt after jolt of electrifying pleasure, more intense than anything he’d ever felt in his life. 

Wei Ying no longer cares that Lan Wangji is a human. What a powerful cultivator he must be to be able to subdue a naga. If he planned on taking responsibility...if he was striving to be an immortal cultivator...could he really be that bad? 

His complaints and sobs turn into claws and moans, his eyes flashing red in some moments due to his unprecedented lust and tail swishing back and forth with wild abandon. He latches onto Lan Wangji with his tail and puts his arms around his shoulders, wailing loudly. Only instead of this time, he begs for Lan Wangji to go faster, harder .

“Beg me,” Lan Wangji growls, placing vicious bite marks all over Wei Ying’s bare neck and torso. 

“Then if you will take responsibility,” Wei Ying says, lonely, horny, virginal, and very eager to please, his tail writhing uncontrollably, “Please, please, don’t ever stop. Seed my womb and let me hatch babies―”

“Shameless,” Lan WangJi whispers, but it is no insult. How many times has the naga slithered around, playing his flute and using those supple, full lips to blow that lucky stick? How many times has he had to endure the tantalizing sight of those pink nipples without being able to taste them? How many more times must he follow Wei Ying around and remain unnoticed by this withdrawn flower―this misunderstood beauty? 

Too many a time Wei Ying has carelessly flounced his supple body around, and too many a time Lan Wangji has resisted. But this time has finally become his time for him to stake claim to what rightfully belongs to him. 

He’s losing himself inside Wei Ying’s tight heat and may the heavens have mercy on his soul, for he never wants to pull his dick out. 

He could never let Wei Ying go. Not now.  

Not ever .

Wei Ying finds himself whimpering again, trying to subdue the fluttering in his beating heart. Why did Lan Wangji have to be so handsome? Why was his scent so enticing, so masculine and appealing?

No longer being able to hold back his insanely loud squeals of pleasure, Wei Ying pulls Lan Wangji towards him and kisses him again, their tongues entangling together sloppily, messily, dirtily, ravenously, as if they were trying to devour each other with tongue alone. 

Said handsome cultivator picks up his pace, and Wei Ying throws his head back, howling for Lan WangJi to breed him like the animal he is. He blabbers on and on about how now that he’d had a taste, he cannot live without his glorious fat cock, how his hole was always meant to tightly encase Lan WangJi’s glorious, fat cock, how he wants to carry their children within the warm confines of his body, how his very purpose is to be bred, bred, bred by Lan WangJi and Lan WangJi alone. 

It is perhaps the quickest change of mind in history but one that Lan Wangji welcomes nonetheless. 

“I’ll lay your eggs, have as many of your babies as you want!” Wei Ying whimpers through all of it, choking on his own sobs. “My Lan Er Gege is so rough with me, but that’s okay, I’m strong enough to take it! Who ever could have thought that you were such a pervert at heart, oh gods, right there, yes, breed me, breed me, fill me up―”

“Shut up, or I’ll gag you,” rasps Lan Wangji, roughly yanking the ratty brown hair back. He pulls almost all the way out, causing Wei Ying to whine only then to slam all the way back inside, roughly pulverizing Wei Ying’s soft tender insides into tender pink meat. He punctuates  each thrust with bites to Wei Ying’s ears with whispers of breed you, claim you, impregnate you, claim you. Wanted Wei Ying for so long.

“You have him!” Wei Ying cries, ever so loud. “You have Wei Ying, Wei Ying is all yours!” 

Wei Wuxian’s hair spread is wildly, his eyes rolled to the back of his head so hard he fears it will stay there, his tongue lolling out as he begs Lan Wangji to fuck him harder. 

And harder Lan Wangji does fuck, for his vision is beginning to blur with the furious pace set by his first-assailant now-betrothed lover. How the tables have turned! 

“Wei Ying” Lan WangJi grunts, his forehead glistening with sweat. “Come back to Gusu with me.”

“Gusu?” Wei Ying questions unsurely before another hard thrust punctures him, knocking the breath out of him.

“Gusu. Will take responsibility. Will marry Wei Ying. Will take care of our children. Take care of Wei Ying.”

“Take care of me?” Wei Ying gasps, his eyes beginning to brim with tears. “Take care of our children?”

“Mn. Wei Ying will never need to be alone or hungry again.” 

“Never be alone again? You mean it?”

“Mn. Promise.” 

 “No more hiding out in the woods, no more secrets! I’ll come back to Gusu with you, Lan Zhan, a hundred, no wait, a thousand times! I’ll lay as many eggs as you want, I’ll have your children, be a mommy, be a slutty mommy―”

He never gets to finish his sentence before the breath is knocked out of him. Lan Wangji sets a relentless pace that has even Wei Ying breathing too intensely for words, their sweat clinging to both of them and keeping their bodies molded together as they tangle themselves with each other, rolling messily on the ground and fucking like wild animals, Lan Wangji’s engorged cock sheathed inside Wei Ying’s juices and swelling up his womb.

The sensation of Lan Wangji cumming inside him is an altogether new feeling of euphoria, and Wei Ying’s vision nearly blackens out as he feels load after load of hot semen gushing into his pussy and shooting straight into his fertile womb and onto his dormant eggs.

It would seem as if Lan WangJi goes on to pound into him for hours and fill his womb for hours, with Wei Ying laying limply on the floor after several rounds, his belly already slightly chubby with the amount of cum he has been taking in. He’s breathing heavily, eyes focused and mouth hanging open, panting like an animal, his insides fucked raw, his brains fucked out. 

He doesn’t remember how long Lan WangJi has been fucking into him, for his once virginal hole has become a gaping, sloppy lake pitifully leaking trails of cum. It would remain loose and never likely close quite right again. 

But none of that mattered, for Wei Ying would never be lonely now, and Wei Ying would have a family to attend to rather soon.

“Lan Zhan,” he calls weakly, opening his arms for a hug and then pulling the other man in for a kiss as the human cultivator unleashes a final load of hot semen into his womb.

With a grunt of satisfaction, Lan Wangji collapses onto the floor next to the naga. Wei Ying’s tail is sweetly coiled in a way that Lan Wangji’s head lands on it instead of the cold, hard floor, and he coos happily as Lan Wangji presses light kisses to his face afterwards. 

“How―how did you know where to find me?” Wei Ying asks, dazed by the overstimulation and the remainder of his heat. 

“Mn.” Golden eyes look directly into his. “Been following Wei Ying for some time. Wei Ying is very beautiful.”

Wei Ying turns his head so he could smile at Lan Wangji and poke his cheek jokingly. “So the famous Lan Er Gongzi is actually a stalker too? So scandalous!”

“Mn. Would do anything for Wei Ying.” 

“Oh but such a sweetheart too!” Wei Ying purrs, and Lan Wangji feels his cock stirring back to life again. 

“Wei Ying.”

“Yes, Lan Zhan?”

“We will marry once we return to Gusu.”

There is a gasp, followed by a squeal, followed by a blur of black and red and flesh as the naga throws himself into Lan WangJi’s arms. 

“For real? Lan Er Gongzi wishes to marry me ? Me, the snake monster??’

Lan Wangji’s ears are burning, but he forces himself not to look away and nods instead. “Mn. Not a monster. Wei Ying is the most beautiful in the world. Will only take Wei Ying for a bride.”

“Oh, Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying gasps, his heart practically melting into Lan Wangji’s hands, and Lan Wangji smirking up to the sunsetting heavens as he carries his new betrothed bridal-style back to Gusu later that very same day.

It was Lan Xichen that officiated their wedding, for Uncle had fallen into a coma the second he finds out his second nephew is marrying a big snake demon. It was a small wedding and rather quick, but even pregnant Wei Ying had looked lovely in his custom-made crimson robes, and he and Lan Wangji made tender, sweet love all night along, so delightful and some of their moves and positions so depraved that even the moon had blushed and looked away. 

Although they feared him at first, the Gusu disciples eventually come to love Wei Wuxian, Wei Ying, their new Madam Lan. He was very witty and smart, and he would help them with their homework or accompany them on nighthunts. He catches wild turkeys easily and often gives them to the juniors to roast (a little deeper in the woods, a little out of the senior disciples’ patrolling eyes). He wouldn’t terrorize the bunny population of Gusu as much as he would bring them carrots and vegetables to eat, and eventually one or two learnt not to fear him as long as he was carrying a basket of tasty and fresh vegetables in his hands.

But the rabbits had nothing to worry about as long as Lan Wangji is feeding his wife well, something which the second-in-command to the sect leader does rather well. 

Wei Ying has a special love for eggs, Lan Wangji discovers, and he would bring him all kinds of eggs: fresh chicken’s eggs at the market, salty duck eggs sprinkled with herbs and spices, roast goose and wild turkey eggs the disciples would sometimes hunt for their beloved Senior Wei, speckled eggs from quails and gamey pheasants, expensive, colorful, and creamy fish eggs only sold by vendors on special occasions. His consumption of these eggs would no doubt bring nutrition and a healthy birth to their own hatchlings when the time comes. 

“Lan Zhan is being such a good father already,” Wei Ying would moan as he clutches at his pregnant belly while Lan Wangji feeds him spoon after spoon of chicken and succulent pork and tender mutton and creamy egg and imported fish. 

Lan Xichen has warmed up to Wei Ying rather quickly, even inviting the naga to join him and Wangji on their brotherly evenings where they would simply indulge in the shared pastime of playing music or reading by candlelight in front of a warm fire. He beams whenever Wei Ying calls him “Huan-gege” or “Lan-gege” and would often shower Wangji and Wei Ying with gifts for their eventual babies.

Wei Ying’s birth is a rather difficult one, as he has been quite malnourished from all his days spent alone in the forest foraging. But the eggs come out large and healthy and a beautiful pale shade of blue, and Wei Ying incubates them day and night and sings to them as Lan Wangji would rub his tender breasts. Sometimes he collects milk for their babies, other times he himself feasts on Wei Ying’s supple, full chest. 

The eggs when they first come out are covered in slime and a layer of protective gel and bloody discharge, and there’s fluid and slime and urine and some cum running down Wei Ying’s trembling thighs. 

His hands are clutching onto Lan Wangji’s so tightly that it hurts both of them, but then he lifts his head and opens his swollen eyes to smile at Lan Wangji, and then Lan Wangji feels his heart blossom for the first time, finally in liberation and in love.

The batch of four eggs don’t hatch at the same time. First, it is Sizhui, their eldest, pink-bodied and tiny, with eyes the color of amethysts and an oversensitive nose as he finds his mother’s breast by instinct. The next is Jingyi, a golden-eyed, toothy little thing who follows in Sizhui’s stead and nibbles more clumsily, more hungrily for milk. The last two hatch three weeks after Jingyi and are a set of twins dubbed Lan Qiuyue and Lan Chen Xiang, a beautiful honey-eyed girl and a serious-faced, blue-eyed boy named after some of Wei Ying’s favorite characters from mythology.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian fall in love with all of them upon first sight. 

And from then on, Wei Ying forgets what it’s like to not be in pregnancy, for after every nap and hibernation he occasionally takes, he finds himself round and swollen with eggs, and his immortal cultivator husband aglow with pride. He cares no more that he is naga and has been wed and bred by a human, for he has never experienced a home and a family like this, and he comes to love his husband and their children with all their heart.

As for Lan Wangji, what more can one say?

Wei Ying has become his freedom, and Wei Ying has become family.

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When Yunmeng burned aflame in the midst of a great fire, the Lan Dragons came to help.

They fly overhead in twos and threes, solemnly and quietly spitting great jet streams of water from their mouths until the bright orange flames dissolve into black fumes and great piles of gray soot. What was once left of the great Yunmeng is reduced to ash, and the Jiang family wealth greatly diminishes from what it was before. 

Jiang Fengmian thank them over and over again as Old Man Lan strokes his beard and murmurs half-hearted condolences. The newly crowned Sect Leader of the Lan Dragons, Lan Xichen, has a gentle smile and warm words as well as generous offered aid to rebuild Yunmeng.

Their only condition: A marriage betrothal between Gusu Lan’s Second Young Master Lan Wangji and Yunmeng’s most guarded ward and the most beautiful man in the world, Wei Wuxian. 

Born after the union of a forest nymph and a hulijing , Wei Wuxian naturally grew to become one of the most fertile demon spirits in the cultivation world. He’d been highly sought after by dozens of cultivators, hunters, and magical spirits alike—to the point where the Jiangs had to establish guards outside his rooms at all times in order to protect his chastity. 

Jewels, exotic flowers, expensive teas, mountains of gold and jade—he had been offered everything that glittered under the sun. Kings, wealthy merchants, titled noblemen, humble peasants, even minor deities came and begged for the beautiful Wei Ying’s hand in marriage or just an opportunity to court him and prove that they were deserving of him. Wei Ying was a highly fertile spirit who would be able to bear children.

Talented in cultivation too, practitioner of magic, many whispered that he was destined to reach immortality at a youthful age. Still others rambled on about how the children he would sire would go on to fulfill even greater destinies. 

Such beauty, they would whisper with envy and awe. He is the Helen of the East, and word spread quickly as suitors from lands near and far and across the seas attempt to court him. 

No matter how many mountains of gold or jewelry or exotic spices he was presented with, Wei Ying would turn all of his suitors down. I shall only marry someone who can surpass my level in cultivation. 

Even though those words were left unsaid, the common folk figured that must have been the least of Wei Wuxian’s standards. But there were very few people who could surpass him in skill (and beauty) in the world. 

He is an unrivaled beauty, and he knows it more than any other. 

The Lans live as dragons high among the clouds but would occasionally come down from their home in the clouds as the forms of men, to wander the world and look for exquisite talent among mortals. They are thought of as celestial beings, rare and powerful and talented in cultivation. If there was anyone ever befitting of the great beauty Wei Wuxian’s hand, it would be a Lan. 

What a pity it had to be Lan Wangji, some say! The Elder Jade of Lan and newly appointed Sect Leader would instead suit Wei Wuxian well. With his kindness and benevolence known across the land, he also had a silver tongue and a great appreciation for the arts. The Second Jade of Lan is rumored to have a rather cold temper and distaste for all things well, fun and lively .

But he is powerful, cultured, comes from a wealthy clan and family, and has an elegantly high cultivation level. He is only half a century old, youthful for an immortal dragon but Wei Ying at twenty-one is a child in comparison to him. 

Dragon spirits and beings were often known for their power, their ability to obtain many great beauties. However, no dragon had ever laid claim to the most breathtaking beauty in the world . 

Wei Ying was about to protest, for he had hundreds of other suitors and who's to say he was going to pick some crazy dragon spirit who was rumoured to have a bad temper?

But Jiang Fengmian couldn’t refuse, lest they lose the help of the Lans and the Wens set Yunmeng aflame again. 

A land of no wine? Forehead ribbon and long held traditions? The place was already sounding very miserable indeed. But the Jiangs had taken him in and raised him, and he would humbly accept this offering if it meant bringing them peace and prosperity. 

Eventually, word got out and the gossip spread like wildfire. Everyone knew that the wedding between Hanguang-Jun and the revered beauty Wei Wuxian was happening, and everybody who was anybody would be invited. The gifts would be extravagant, the banquet celestial! (Wei Wuxian? Some folks would whisper. I thought he was a huli jing! Nah, another would say, it’s only a rumor.) 

Well if there was one thing Wei Ying could look forward to, at least his new husband would apparently be able to match him in terms of beauty. But that is only a rumor. 

But truly, whose beauty could have ever matched his? Youthful, talented, cultivated, and absolutely radiant in his appearance, Wei Ying was blessed by the celestial deities. He would scorn his new husband about his looks, for his new husband was likely roughened with age while Wei Ying was still soft and breathtaking. 

Likely a repulsive old man, and one that didn’t deserve someone like Wei Ying in the very least. He would be forced to carry his babies, but like hell Wei Ying would let anybody stop him from indulging in his favorite pastime: alcohol. 

He would drink and smoke his favorite cedar pipes and gamble away all his new husband’s money, and if the old man ever dares to cross him well, a marriage annulment wasn’t impossible after the Jiangs would already be given a hefty dowry. Besides, it wasn’t as if Wei Ying was lacking suitors. If his old, crotchety husband should ever lay a word of insolence upon him, he could go and lay with every high-ranking cultivator in the land, like his mother did. 

His sheltered upbringing hadn’t socialized him well with others, and the death and rejection by his mother at a young age coupled with the easy praise of common folk everywhere has rendered his heart cold and proud. 

He would be scrubbed down hard on his wedding day, and primped and pampered until he was glowing in magnificent silks of red, embroidered with golden phoenixes. 

The servants, all enueches, would gush on and on about how beautiful he looked. Even for Wei Ying, he had outshone himself. His hair had been curled until it cascaded into soft, lovely brunette ringlets down his back. The servants had grown frustrated with the one giant curl sticking out of his hair that simply refused to be brushed down and had given up on it. Instead, they ornamented his hair with delicate flakes of golden hairpins and jewelry, and rouged his eyelids and his cheeks to bring out his “natural flush.” 

He was gorgeous, even for his own standards, a creature belonging to the heavens themselves. He supposed that if he couldn’t marry a celestial deity and become immortal, then a powerful dragon husband would be the next best thing. 

In the end, no offer would top a marriage between Wei Wuxian, adopted ward of Yunmeng Jiang and Lan WangJi, Second Young Master of the Gusu Clan Sect—dragon clan that has been practicing their cultivation and shapeshifting for over a thousand generations. The wealth and power they held would be immeasurable, and an alliance with them would bring Yunmeng Jiang legions into extraordinary, secure their place within one of the most influential families for years to come. Plus, Madame Yu would get paid generously to be rid of Wei Ying, and she could hardly wait. 

The feast had been quite the fantastic affair with a thousand guests attending and a thousand glasses raised in toast to the new bride and groom. 

Then Wei Ying the bride was sent off to their newly martial chambers to await his new husband. 

Soft, pilant, obedient. That was what would be expected of him as a wife to the second young master of such an important clan. 

But Wei Ying had never been one to obey the rules, and he drank about five jars of Emperor’s Smile before his new husband gracefully glided into the room, in his full dragon form with the doorway magically arching to make room for the huge scaly body.

“Wei Ying.” 

Wei Ying drops his jar of Emperor’s Smile to the floor and it clatters, spilling alcohol everywhere.

Large amber eyes at him, and in a blinding flash of blue light the dragon’s form all but vanishes into thin air—and in his place stands a tall and handsome youth with the same striking honey-gold eyes. He has a long waterfall of sleek raven hair and an elegant-looking sword strapped to his waist and very, very hollow cheekbones with a tall, aquiline nose. Whenever he moved, flashes of silver dragon scales would slightly glimmer on his sculpted face.

When Wei Ying’s gauzy red veil is lifted, he can see his new husband even more perfectly. There are no wrinkles on his face, no crow’s feet lining his eyes, and absolutely no beer belly or disgusting beard with food still lodged in it. The man is clean-shaven and high-cheekboned and clear-eyed. 

For the first time in his life, Wei Ying is left speechless by another being’s beauty. 

For his part, Lan Wangji’s eyes also darken as he drinks in the sight of his new bride, the world-revered beauty Wei Wuxian and his lovely new Wei Ying.

Fox and dragon fall in love at the same moment. 

“Lan Wangji,” Wei Ying breathes, enchanted. 

“Lan Zhan. Call me Lan Zhan.” A wave of long, slender fingers, and the Emperor’s Smile magically pieces itself back together and refills in Wei Ying’s hand. 

“Lan Zhan……” Wei Ying whispers, tasting the name on his tongue, watching the other man’s golden eyes darken with desire.

Then they toast to each other as husband and wife, and Wei Ying thinks this is it, I am a married fox now, and this is my new husband, this man will be the father of my children and his name will be carried into my family legacy.

But his breath comes short as Lan Wangji pounces on him, kissing him roughly immediately after their toast without so much as another word. 

Their goblets sit there empty and his veil is nearly ripped from his head as he is thrown onto the bed. Wei Ying’s heart is pounding, terrified and thrilled at the same time as his new elderly husband climbs on top of him…

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Wei Ying isn’t sure if he should laugh or be terrified of his new husband. From up close, the man is a hundred more times more beautiful, and his gaze a thousand times more intense.

Light blue horns sprout atop silky raven hair, flashing gleams of silver with every tiny movement. His eyes are pure gold through and through, though they darken with an amber ring in the middle as he thoroughly ravishes Wei Ying with his staring alone. 

So divinely handsome was his husband that Wei Ying had dissolved into a fit of giggles, especially as his new husband finishes inspecting his naked body and then kisses the back of his knuckles, as if he were pleased with what he sees. 

Romantic, Wei Ying thinks. Cold on the outside, but perhaps sweet on the inside. After all, the Lans were known for their tradition, their manners, their ways of life. 

Lan WangJi had reassured him that he would take good care of him, and then his husband truly begins touching him. 

Wei Ying is met with the glorious sight of his husband, bared and leaking at the tip. Lan WangJi’s muscular body is ridden with dark patches of hair, especially around his groin, where a dark, fuzzy trail leads down to a generous, coarse black forest of a bushel that looks like it could swallow Wei Ying up. 

Wei Ying feels the drool pool near his mouth. Is his husband really half a century old? He has the body of a healthy young man in his twenties, probably in thanks to his cultivation level but still, maybe, just maybe this marriage wasn’t going to be as boring as he initially thought. He himself has light hair on his body, another sign of his more feminine appearance and energy.  A cute garland of barely existent peach fuzz sprouts around the base of his pink cocklet, which stands to perfect attention as it meets and rubs with Husband’s monster cock.

The feeling of Husband’s hand on his cocklet is wondrous, exhilarating . Wei Ying gasps, wrapping his arms around his husband as Husband pumps both of them in his hand. They are vastly different in size, but Husband does not seem to mind and if Wei Ying didn’t know any better, he’d think that a smile is playing on the edge of Husband’s handsome thin lips.

Wei Ying is shivering upon letting himself fall into the touch of large, warm hands, and the first round of love Lan Wangji makes to Wei Ying on their wedding night is so tender and gentle that Wei Ying decides he would willingly resign himself to bending over for his husband whenever he wants. He tells him so too, making Lan Wangji growl and kiss him hard .

Perhaps that has been his mistake.

Lan WangJi flips him over, thighs trembling and hole still sticky with spend, and enters Wei Ying again, rough and cruel this time, eliciting a cry from the fox spirit. 

Husband groans as he heartily buries himself again and again inside his tender young wife, the fox spirit feeling his pussy gap to make way for the large length invading his body. 

“Please!” Wei Ying begs. “Husband, please! I’m a virgin! Please be more gentle, you’ll break me with that thing!” 

“Not a virgin anymore.” Is the only phrase Lan Wangji so roughly manages to grunt out before Wei Ying, stuffed to the brim in his tender, pink pussy, feels the protruding of something hard and muscular against his brown flower, where he had never even touched himself before with the exception of cleaning.

He turns around, teary-eyed, and all but lets out a frantic scream as he gazes at a second cock attempting to sheath itself inside his rear. 

“Two?!” Wei Ying nearly howls. “How一why一 two 一?!”

Lan Wangji doesn’t pause thrusting as he answers, “Mn. Every dragon.” 

Wei Ying desperately tries to cover himself in one last act of modesty because he wasn’t quite ready to be breached back there while taking his husband’s first cock so deeply inside his pussy, but Lan Wangji wasn’t having it. With an animalistic growl, he gives the tails a rather sharp tug, forcing Wei Ying to bare the entirety of his juicy round ass. 

“How mean!” Wei Ying cries. “ No one is ever allowed to pull a fox’s tail! Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, how could you do that? It hurts so much, they’re very sensitive, you’ve wronged this poor little wife, you know!” 

Amid Wei Ying’s crying and babbling and Lan WangJi’s relentless thrusting, the latter finds some time to lick at the hickeys on Wei Ying’s neck as an apology. He’d planned on using the Silencing Spell on Wei Ying if he couldn’t get the latter to quiet down, but he finds that he is rather enjoying Wei Ying’s cries of mercy far more than he had intended to.

So he keeps shoving his second, veiny, bulging cock inside a whimpering Wei Ying (which size did not pale at all in comparison to the first but instead remains its twin.) He grits his teeth; his young virginal wife is indeed extremely tight and the pressure is almost unbearable, in a way that makes Lan Wangji feel as if he has ascended to the heavens already. 

His hefty ballsack slaps wetly against Wei Ying’s asscheeks, the reddened tip of his dragon tail curling around one of Wei Ying’s fluffy tails in solidarity and perhaps something more. Creamy slick gushes from Wei Ying’s folds, onto soft, trembling thighs. It also gathers around Husband’s hot, burning cock, slicking Wei Ying’s insides even more for the dragon to move inside the fox spirit. 

Wei Ying’s ears are twitching, as are the cocks buried balls deep inside him, making him write and moan about the mattress in a sweaty mess. Lan Wangji has never seen a sight so erotic in his life, especially since all he had were porn books to go off of before. 

At one point Wei Ying clenches so hard around him that he sees stars in his vision and almost lets himself go, but he wants to make this last as long as possible. 

The obscene, wet sounds of flesh slapping flesh fills the room, the bed creaking dangerously under their combined weight. Lan Wangji buries himself inside Wei Ying as far as he can go, so far that he can feel the tip of his first cock breaching Wei Ying’s womb. 

Wei Ying is wailing wonderfully. His hands claw at Lan Wangji’s back in pleasure, his nails mean little things leaving their own tracks and marks along the muscular expanse, but Lan Wangji doesn’t mind, not one bit. 

Wei Ying has figured out how to move his hips in response, and he is meeting every thrust of Lan Wangji’s with eager vigor of his own, eyes closed and face scrunched up in estactacy as he begs for Husband to go harder, deeper, faster . 

His tails twitch wildly, his eyes roll back in his head and his tongue lolls out as he cums so hard his entire vision goes white. He tightens around Lan Wangji with all wild abandon and this tips the latter over the edge as well, both of them moaning as Lan Wangji violently squirts out stream after stream of hot cum into Wei Ying’s womb. 

Tears gather at the corner of Wei Ying’s beautiful silver eyes, his lips forming an O as another wave of orgasm hits him, his cocklet spurting droplets everywhere in a mess between their stomachs, over their chests and middles. He collapses down onto the bed, entangled with his new husband who tenderly and almost shyly reaches for his hand to entwine them together. 

Lan Wangji’s hands are much bigger than Wei Ying’s, as he himself normally towers over Wei Ying at standing height. 

He can probably do so many things with those hands, Wei Ying thinks dreamily, They’re so big. Every part of him is so big.

It really is very sweet, how the tips of his ears have turned bright red just like the tip of his horns and tail. Wei Ying is all giggles as he strokes his husband’s tail, and this time Husband relentingly lets him without so much as a single glare. 

“Husband is very well endowed,” Wei Ying purrs, “If Husband makes it this good each time, Husband may have to treat this little fox wife everyday.”

Lan Wangji perks up from his flushed expression. “Everyday?”

“Yes, everyday!” Wei Ying giggles. He snuggles closer to Husband and plants kiss after kiss on the dragon’s cheek. “If Husband treats me well, this Wei Ying will bear him a gaggle of young little Lans! Wouldn’t that be adorable ?”

“Mn. Everyday. Mark your words, Wei Ying.” The dragon grunts and some stream comes out of his nostrils, and Wei Ying laughs heartily. 

His laughter soon stops as he is pounced on once again by his husband. Something feral seems to have overtaken Husband, and Wei Ying feels as if he can hardly breathe the entire night, feels himself being taken in every single hole with the cocks alternating between them, and both his stomach and womb are pumped until they are positively overflowing with Husband’s spend. His cries for mercy seem to fall on deaf ears, and he wraps his legs around Husband so that he may keep himself from being turned inside out at the force Husband would use on him. 

All in all, he blacks out as he feels himself dry orgasm for the umpteenth time.

When Wei Ying awakens the next morning, the spot next to him is empty. He rolls over in disappointment before his eyes land on the steaming bowl of fresh white congee, a plate of fresh buns, and a clay teapot on an intricately patterned tray on one of the low lying tables. There is a small note placed next to the tray which simply said,

Sword training today. Please eat breakfast, Wei Ying.

Lan Wangji

Wei Ying presses the note to his chest and giggles, feeling flattered once again to have a husband so thoughtful as to bring him breakfast. 

The first spoonful of congee is horribly disappointing. It’s plain and white and the fluffy texture is nice but so horribly tasteless. He takes a sip of the steaming hot tea and winces at its bitterness. The buns are soft but harbor no flavor, it almost feels as if he is eating cotton. 

After the most disappointing breakfast of his life, Wei Ying grumpily pulls on the robe nearest to him, not bothering to check who it actually belongs to. With his hair uncombed and his eyes a bit bleary from the splash of sunlight peeking in through the ornate bamboo windows, Wei Ying stumbles to the back door and throws it wide open. 

There is a small, secluded garden behind the Jingshi blossoming with meditative herbs and tall bamboo shoots and the most tranquil song of birds. There is no fencing but instead a simple path that leads into the back mountains of Gusu, and this clearing of bamboo trees and soft meadow is exactly where Wei Ying finds his husband practicing with his sword Bichen.

Wei Ying at once feels very much awake and very underdressed, for his husband has already donned most of a full day’s outfit and his sacred forehead ribbon that he would not let Wei Ying touch last night. Watching him glide through the forest with practiced movements as if he were moving through water, with so much grace and ease in flight only serves to make Wei Ying’s heart flutter all over again. 

“Good morning, Husband!” Wei Ying can’t help himself from calling out and waving cheerfully as Lan Wangji pauses his sword training. His posture is one that of elegance, radiance glimmering off his entire being as he strolls forward and sheaths Bichen away. 

“Wei Ying.”

His forehead glimmers with a light sheen of sweat, and Wei Ying, wanting to be romantic like a lovestruck maiden, pulls out a handkerchief to gently dab at Lan Wangji’s forehead.

Something softens in those golden eyes, and Wei Ying’s heart melts once again as his new husband says his name. 

“Wei Ying.”

“Lan Zhan…” Suddenly feeling uncharacteristically shy, Wei Ying attempts to bring his hands to cover his face but is quickly stopped by Lan Wangji. 

“Let me see Wei Ying.” 

Wei Ying feels his insides combusts as he nearly swoons in broad daylight, all nine of his tails wagging furiously, and if Husband thinks his new wife is very shameless, well, he doesn’t say much except for a faint quirk of his lips.

“This humble little wife has missed Husband so much since I woke up without Husband this morning!” Wei Ying sing-songs, feeling the urge to take a hold of Husband’s arm, to gently steer him away from the training grounds and back into the Jingshi.

“Has Wei Ying eaten breakfast?”

“Yes! It was very kind of Husband to bring this humble little wife breakfast, when it should be my job to make breakfast for Husband!”

Lan Wangji’s eyes seem to twinkle with something inexplicable. “Wei Ying may eat whatever he desires. There is a village down the mountains called Caiyi Town with lots of vendors. Will take Wei Ying sometime.”

Wei Ying does a little dance in his head because Husband is asking him out on a date, and Wei Ying has never been asked on a date before, and Wei Ying would willingly follow Husband anywhere. 

As for Lan Wangji, well, he’d been in love ever since he first laid eyes upon Wei Ying when the Gusu Lan dragons helped to rescue Yunmeng from the fires. Seeing Wei Ying in nothing but his robes, half-naked and marked by him in the morning light was nothing short of glorious . He’d already swore to himself that he would keep Wei Ying no matter what happens, but it is from that day on that he becomes determined to own Wei Ying : heart, mind, body, and soul.

From then on, Lan Wangji never brings Wei Wuxian a mild breakfast again. It would be sweet, fragrant teas, steaming hot spicy pork buns, shredded pork congee piled with eggs, scallions, and red chili peppers, plates of crispy, juicy vegetables garnished with expensive spices from the West. 

Wei Ying loves it all. 

As much as it tires him out and never allows him to have smooth, unblemished skin again, he enjoys their sex life as well. He’d previously thought his husband would be a senile old man who couldn’t get it up, but Lan Wangji’s cultivator body is just as virile as Wei Ying’s younger one. The thought of Husband being half a century old and still youthful for dragons, but considered a silver fox in Wei Ying’s world―allows the wetness to pool between Wei Ying’s legs very quickly. In fact, anything and everything about Husband―his scent, his eyes, his handsome face, broad shoulders, deep voice, muscular body, cold, regal expression, his seeming disdain for social activities, his short, concise words―makes Wei Ying want to bend over and present himself for him. 

Wei Ying has only come to realize how lonely Husband was before marrying him. A fox spirit’s destiny is often rooted to be rogue, feral, living life and making merry with wild abandonment. Wei Ying would be considered an outcast among his own kind, he realizes, but he finds himself caring less and less. 

He carries trays of tea for Husband, listens and sometimes hums along when Husband plays his guqin, sits in his lap as Husband reads or meditates, kneels by Husband’s side as Husband practices calligraphy. He dabs the sweat off Husband’s forehead after sword training, bathes with Husband, warms Husband’s bed, and spends every waking and non-waking hour together. He even allows his fluffy tails to keep Husband warm during cold evenings, using them as cushions for when Husband reads or cradling them around Husband in place of a fur blanket. After all, Husband is cold-blooded and Wei Ying cares too much for him to let him get sick.

How naive he was before to have ever considered being unfaithful to a husband like this―Wei Ying is ashamed of himself! He had no idea the heavenly gods were blessing him the moment his betrothal was set―he would never even entertain the idea of being unfaithful to Husband or leaving him. (Perhaps Husband feels the same way….?)

His new life is everything that he never knew he could want, but now that he’s had a taste of the married life, of wealth and prestige, of losing his mind in euphoric bliss with both of Husband’s enormous dragon cocks, he doesn’t think he could ever return to the way he was living before.

Husband loves to show Wei Ying who is the head of the household in their bedroom. But outside he brings Wei Ying extravagant meals that most foxes can’t dream of tasting, gently bathes Wei Ying and combs his wild brunette tresses into fine silk, and brings Wei Ying flowers or presents from time to time. 

When Shufu (the oldest, grumpest dragon Wei Wuxian has ever had the displeasure of meeting) impatiently chides both Wangji and Xichen for their duties of bearing heirs for the clan, Wei Ying tells Husband that he loves children and that as his humble little wife, he would be more than happy to bear children for his beloved husband.

 Ever since then, he’s been taken everywhere in both of Lan Zhan’s forms― the eggs could only be laid inside him if Lan WangJi was in his dragon form. Both of his cocks would be especially ridged and enormous in his dragon form, pounding into Wei Ying like the good farmer sows the earth. He’s stretched out beyond the means of what he’d thought his body physically capable of, his pussy nothing more than a vorpal black hole that attempted to suck in everything that touched his ass. His pussy has become so sensitive that whenever anything is pressed against it, whether it be a calloused finger or his husband’s throbbing length, it would attempt to suck it all inside. He is at such an age where his fertility is ripe; he could tell that his first batch of eggs is going to render him heavy and swollen for the next nine months when it was discovered that he was pregnant.

And yet his pussy never seems to stop leaking, and Lan Wangji never seems to tire of seeding him full again.

“When will Husband lay his eggs within me? I desire to birth Husband’s children, as many little Lans as he wants!”

“Soon, my Wei Ying, soon…”

Lan WangJi is such a good, kind mate. Although he isn’t as smiley as elder brother Lan Xichen, he is gentlemanly and refined in his own way. He carries himself with a rigid, disciplined stance and speaks only when necessary and says only the fewest, most intelligent of words. 

But then he takes Wei Ying into their bedroom at night and fucks him until he is raw and what remains of his pussy is nothing more than a dripping red carcass of mashed flesh, oozing thickly with spend. 

“Husband,” Wei Ying would beg, “Husband, please impregnate me soon! I can’t wait any longer, I feel so empty whenever you attend clan meetings with Xiong-Zhang and Shufu! I wish I could come to them to keep your company. I wish…”

“Wei Ying, hush.” Each word is punctuated by a deep thrust, a loud wet slap of flesh on flesh.

Wei Ying wails, wrapping his legs even tighter around Husband, his tails twitching wildly. “Ah, Husband! Don’t ever take it out of me again. If you never take it out, this Wei Ying will keep you warm forever!” 

With that, Lan Wangji thrusts so hard that Wei Ying feels his cocks fill his womb entirely. “Will stay inside Wei Ying forever. Keep Wei Ying warm as well.”

Wei Ying cums so hard that night that he thinks he blacks out afterwards, and sighs himself to sleep content to let Husband use his body as much as he wants. 

Truth be told, the dark side of Lan Wangji’s mind sometimes wonders if Wei Ying ever has regrets marrying so young. He knows his age in comparison to Wei Ying’s, he knows his place, his looks and wealth and lack of social charisma. 

Who wouldn’t jump at their chance to snatch once-in-a-generation beauty with such a lively spirit? Wei Ying may be content with the Lans’ wealth and comfortable life today, but who knows what sort of unexpected competition could show up at that doorstep and threaten to take Wei Ying away tomorrow?

Word of Wei Ying’s beauty has more than likely reached far and wide. There is no telling how many suitors would pursue, even though Wei Ying is married. Impregnating Wei Ying full of eggs would decrease that likelihood, but dragon eggs are precious and Lan Wangji must wait until his rut cycles before he has the ability to impregnate Wei Ying. 

Wei Ying may tell Lan Wangji he loves him, over and over again, but Lan Wangji will make sure that nothing could ever come in between them.

If he cannot have Wei Ying, no one can.