Chapter 159: The Three Couples – Continued
A/N: Here's the second segment. Please make sure you've read the segment before this already~
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The Luminous Forest was stuck in perpetual night, with dense glimmers of stars packing the velvety black sky above. Translucent clouds of purple, pink, and orange hovered under the sky, lending it more color.
Below the starry sky, the pocket dimension was filled with giant, sturdy trees. Narrow and well-kept paths snaked between them, perfect for couples to stroll along on. The barks of the trees between the paths were smooth and black, while the lush palm-sized leaves were a deep, dark green.
In contrast to all the dark colors in the dimension, the long stems hanging from the trees' branches bore round, luminous fruits. The fist-sized globes dangled in conical bunches. Each bunch of fruits glowed in soft creamy yellow, peach, orange, dark pink, or purple, looking like fantastical festive ornaments. The ripest and fullest of these fruits hung at the top of the bunch, the fruits growing progressively smaller until the one dangling from the very tip of the stem was nothing but a small and thin luminescent protrusion.
The earth here was soft and black, with patches of long-bladed grass visible here and there in the distance. A mild breeze threaded through the grass and the leaves, making them shift and rustle gently. Other than that, there was only peace and silence here, as if the world was drowsing relaxedly. No animals or insects seemed to be in this dimension, leaving only the visiting group and the vegetation here. The air was saturated with spiritual energy, acting as the source of nutrition to the plant life in the dimension.
As they began walking down the path they were on, the six people took in this scene of a glittering sky, transparent clouds of colors, serene atmosphere, dark trees, and fruits glowing brightly in various hues. Qinghe, in particular, was enamored with the trees hung with those softly luminescing fruits lit up so brightly in this sea of dark colors.
Qinghe sighed wistfully and said, "I wish it were possible to plant a few of these trees back at the Feng residence."
Wei Xiang smiled. "Since these trees seem specific to this dimension, I don't think we can. But seeing how these fruits don't smell toxic or look like some plant monsters, I doubt Mother-in-law would be interested in looking after them in her garden anyway."
Qinghe chuckled. "There's that. But I actually meant putting it in the little black room. It could use the illumination, don't you think?" Not sensing the horror beginning to creep into a few of his companions' faces, Qinghe sighed sadly and went on, "I feel distressed whenever I think about having to be curled up in that small and tight space with nothing but darkness for company, unable to move or see or breathe… Putting trees in a room might be difficult to do, but having something nice like this might make things more bearable."
Knowing what his beloved meant, Wei Xiang placidly nodded in agreement while Jing Shui, Wu Xiao, and Hei NingYu looked at the pair incredulously. Faced with their reaction, the oblivious Qinghe only felt puzzled while Wei Xiang kept on smiling, a strange twinkle in his eyes.
Chen Xiande pondered for a moment before turning to Qinghe and asking confusedly, "What little black room do you mean, Junior Brother? It sounds awfully uncomfortable."
Before Qinghe could answer, Jing Shui burst out while looking at Wei Xiang with bulging eyes, "Sentinel Wei! Y-you! This―! H-How could you…!?"
Hei NingYu raised a single eyebrow and asked more coherently, "Sentinel Wei, just what all have you been doing to our poor, innocent Xiao Feng?"
Wu Xiao frowned almost fiercely, his gaze fixed on Wei Xiang as if demanding answers as well.
The humor in Wei Xiang's eyes grew. "Let Qinghe answer that for himself." Turning to his husband who was looking at the others with confusion, he prodded, "Go on, love. Tell them about our little black room."
The attention of everyone focused on him.
Qinghe tilted his head confusedly. Why were they all getting so bent out of shape over this? Shrugging inwardly, he answered in a light and pleasant voice, "The little black room is what we call the egg chamber. Since we painted the entire room black on the inside to retain heat in the chamber and incubate the eggs better, Mother suggested we start calling it the little black room." Qinghe paused, suddenly recalling Feng Chunyi's smirking, sly countenance as she'd told that to him and the exasperated reactions of his father and Wei Xiang as if wanting to say something in reply but unable to. Could it be that calling it like that was something strange?
Meanwhile, Jing Shui, Wu Xiao, and Hei NingYu looked at him with startled and conflicted gazes. So that's what he'd meant?!
Wu Xiao blinked and prompted in a strangled voice, "But what about… Why did you say it'd be dark and cramped with you being unable to move or breathe?"
Qinghe looked at him with surprise. "Huh? When did I say that I was the one who would be in that situation?! I meant the eggs, Sect Master Wu. The unborn wyverns must all feel so lonely, having to be stuck so long in the lightless and tight confines of their eggs. They won't have any room to move or be able to breathe properly until they hatch. I only wanted to make their egg chamber a bit more cheerful and bright because of that, even if the unhatched wyverns might not be able to see it."
Wu Xiao's and Hei NingYu's lips twitched while Jing Shui heaved a breath in relief.
Chen Xiande frowned at their reactions before turning to Hei NingYu. "I think that make sense. But what were you all thinking it was about before to show such weird expressions? Is there some other way what Junior Brother said could be interpreted in?"
Wu Xiao coughed while Jing Shui just looked awkward. Qinghe looked at Hei NingYu, interested in his reply, while Wei Xiang looked vaguely amused.
Hei NingYu nodded in answer to his lover's question and explained, "It's a concept used long ago when the world was less moralistic than now. The 'black room' was a kind of sensory deprivation chamber used to cut its occupants off from stimuli like sight, sound, and the touch of others. It was a psychological torture method used when the torturers did not wish the victims to show any obvious signs of physical abuse or leave any evidence. Depending on the time for which they were locked in there, the victims could suffer from mental health problems ranging from mild to severe, and sometimes even develop hallucinations. There were also unconfirmed talks of these black rooms being used as a way of punishing prisoners or forcefully 'reforming' those who went against the strictly traditional way of thinking at that time.
"Later on, there were rumors of 'little black rooms' modeled after those black rooms being used by a certain unhealthily obsessive and unpleasant person in a high rank to confine the men and women he fancied, but who expressed their unwillingness to lie with him. These men and women would be kidnapped, isolated, and restrained in a windowless room with black walls, ceiling, and floors, only being allowed to interact with their captor and no one else. It was considered their 'punishment' for not agreeing to be his. Their captor would then take advantage of their helpless state to physically or sexually abuse and degrade them however he wished. It was a way for him to revel in the control and power he had over the people he claimed to like; to trap them, exercise his possessiveness on them to the maximum, and basically have his victims all to himself.
"When rumors of this spread, a few other like-minded people also tried to follow his practice of using these little black rooms to confine and torment the ones who rejected their advances by forcing their unhealthy obsession down their throats. Of course, it need not be said how horrible and disgusting such a thing is. Thankfully, the establishment of the Order of Sentinels put a stop to this quickly and the practice of using black rooms for punishment or forceful confinement became forbidden. The concept of the little black room is known to this day as some of the vilest and unpleasant ways of abuse implemented in past times." Hei NingYu glanced at Wei Xiang and went on, "Which is why I found it somewhat hard to believe that the upright Sentinel Wei who obviously loves Xiao Feng very much would do something like that. But it turns out that it was only a misunderstanding."
Qinghe and Chen Xiande looked at him with wide eyes conveying their horror that such a thing had existed.
Smiling wryly towards Wei Xiang, Hei NingYu said sincerely, "I apologize for jumping to conclusions, Sentinel Wei."
Wu Xiao and Jing Shui also expressed their consternation at being doubtful of him without thinking it through.
Wei Xiang simply chuckled. "There was no harm done, and your behavior was only meant to protect my husband, so I don't hold it against any of you."
The tense atmosphere relaxed again.
Chen Xiande shook his head and said, "Some of the things that people allowed to happen before are truly too shocking and dreadful."
Jing Shui nodded with a sigh. Then seeming to think of something, he looked at Wu Xiao to ask curiously, "Is this concept of 'black room' present in the other worlds the people of Silver Mist peer into as well?"
Wu Xiao shrugged. "Yes, more or less. It varies greatly depending on the world though."
"I see," Jing Shui murmured while sinking into thought.
A moment of silence stretched.
Walking with scrunched brows, Qinghe suddenly wondered aloud, "If that's what it means, then why did Mother suggest such a name for the egg chamber?"
Wei Xiang chortled. "Isn't that because she wanted to cause exactly this type of misunderstanding and seed chaos?"
Qinghe sighed and muttered, "It does sound like Mother." Blinking up at Wei Xiang, he asked, "I suppose I should stop using that phrase then?"
But Wei Xiang, Wu Xiao, and Hei NingYu all showed wily expressions and shook their heads at once.
Wei Xiang smirked. "I want to see how many glares and looks of horror I can collect because of this."
Wu Xiao grinned. "Seeing other people's expressions when they realize what you actually mean is going to be fun."
Hei NingYu let out a light laugh. "You should use this opportunity to cause as much mischief as you can."
Hearing all this, Qinghe's own sense of playfulness awakened. He chuckled and nodded, "That's true. This will certainly be amusing."
Jing Shui and Chen Xiande looked at each other and sighed in commiseration. They already pitied the wyverns that would hatch from those eggs and how they'd have to say that they were born from a little black room. Thinking of those poor wyverns' plight, then seeing the devious smiles on the four people walking with them, Jing Shui and Chen Xiande couldn't help but feel that all people in their group except them were complete oddballs with incomprehensible brains!
As they chatted like this while walking, the group came to a crossroads. The crossroad junction was shaped like a large, round, and flat clearing where couples who were too tired from walking could spread out a piece of cloth and have a few bites to eat.
The group pondered the three paths leading from the clearing for a few moments.
"I suppose this is as good a place to split up as any," Qinghe finally said.
The others nodded, faint anticipation glittering in their gazes. After all, the part they'd been looking forward to the most in this little excursion was getting to spend some romantic time alone with their beloved.
Jing Shui turned to the group and instructed, "Alright, we'll split up for now and take a path each. We'll meet here again two hours later and dine together."
With that, the group of six separated into three couples and chose a separate path. Since Jing Shui and Wu Xiao were walking on the left side of the group, they took the path on the left since it was nearby. Chen Xiande and Hei NingYu started striding towards the trail on the right for similar reasons. That left the Qinghe and Wei Xiang who were in the middle of the group to take the path at the center.
With small smiles and hooded eyes, the three pairs thus went off on their own to enjoy their beloved's company and have fun in their own way.
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Qinghe and Wei Xiang continued down the path hand-in-hand. Their expressions were peaceful as they enjoyed walking silently with their husband.
Casting a glance up at Wei Xiang, Qinghe suddenly said, "You know, while searching for wedding traditions to use before, I and the twins came across one that seemed to use a type of fruit very similar to these glowing ones."
Wei Xiang arched an eyebrow. "Oh? What type of tradition is it? Maybe we can try it with these fruits."
Qinghe smiled and answered, "The two people getting married will each hold one side of the fruit in their mouths and start eating it. If they manage to finish the fruit between themselves without dropping it or touching it with anything other than their mouths, then it is seen as a good sign of their union."
His eyes gleaming, Wei Xiang stopped walking and looked up at the nearest bunch of fruits with an interested gaze. "Such a fascinating tradition. We should try it."
Qinghe chuckled with anticipation and nodded. "Yes, let's try it."
From the bunch hanging nearest to him, Wei Xiang plucked a round and ripe luminous fruit that glowed in a warm yellow. He studied it carefully before determining that it had no peel to remove. After lightly dusting it off, he lifted it up to Qinghe's lips and bent to bite the opposite side. With an eager smile, Qinghe sank his teeth into the fruit as well.
Warm and sweet juice flooded their mouths. It tasted slightly tart, but with a strong mellow flavor reminiscent of honey, litchi, and something rich and buttery. Swallowing the juice before it could overflow, Qinghe took a bite of the spongy fruit and chewed before clamping his teeth onto it again to hold it in place for his beloved. Seeing his husband considerately keeping it steady for him, Wei Xiang took a bite of his own without worry of dropping the fruit. Once he was done chewing and swallowing, he dug his teeth into the fruit and became the one to hold it in place this time. Reassured, Qinghe bit down on the fruit and ate another mouthful. In this way, the couple cooperated with each other to take turns and alternate between eating from it and holding it, slowly progressing towards finishing the fruit.
And after the last bite was taken, their lips automatically met.
Qinghe tasted the fruit's sweet and mellow juice on Wei Xiang's mouth and extended a tongue to lick it. Wei Xiang parted his lips and sucked in that exploring tongue before entangling it with his own. Qinghe groaned and leaned into Wei Xiang, probing deeper into his husband's mouth with his tongue.
The pair held each other tightly and slowly kissed, lapping and sucking to taste the juice of the luminous fruit and their beloved's unique taste. Hands hungrily slid over clothes before slipping in. As their mouths began to wander over firm jaws and supple throats, their fingers slowly undid their husband's robes. Pants, hair sticks, and accessories dropped down to the ground next. Soon, the couple stood naked, their warm skins pressed together. Their palms roved over each other's bare bodies, their mouths once again finding one another to continue kissing. They could feel each other's thick arousals poking their bellies.
Wei Xiang let out a soft growl and let his hands slide down to cup his beloved's buttocks, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. He could already imagine the bliss of being sheathed within his Qinghe's tight and hot flesh, feeling his pulse throbbing around his member. He could already imagine how his husband's voice would grow thick and low while letting out sounds of pleasure.
His ardor increasing, Wei Xiang was just about to retrieve a bottle of oil to begin the preparations when Qinghe suddenly let go, stepping back.
"Xiang, wait. I have something to show you," Qinghe said and walked up to a nearby tree.
Wei Xiang blinked uncomprehendingly at his beloved, the warmth of Qinghe's body still lingering on his skin while his eyes remained glazed with heat.
As the confusion in Wei Xiang's gaze increased, Qinghe crouched on his knees in front of the tree. Lifting his hands and placing them on the smooth black bark, Qinghe leaned forward and pressed his cheek to the trunk as well. He then lifted up his bottom and began wiggling it side-to-side while singing, "Xiang~ Come and have me~"
"…" Faced with this inexplicable situation, Wei Xiang froze. When the view in front of him finally registered, Wei Xiang had to suppress his sudden laughter along with the rush of blood trying to flow out of his nose. Only his little husband could look so adorably tempting yet utterly ridiculous at the same time.
In a strangled voice, Wei Xiang choked out, "Q-Qinghe, love…what are you doing?"
Qinghe stopped his butt waggling and looked at Wei Xiang with a solemn expression. "I'm trying to seduce you."
The speechless Wei Xiang, "…"
Qinghe continued, "Didn't you say a while before during that issue with Wu Jin that you wanted me to try and seduce you too?"
Wei Xiang, ".…."
If he'd known what his beloved's version of deliberate seduction looked like, he would probably have never raised that issue at all!
With hints of smugness seeping into his voice, Qinghe lifted up his chin and asked haughtily, "So? Xiang, do you think I look tempting enough now? Were you bewitched by me?"
Wei Xiang, "….…."
Seeing his little lover looking so proud, Wei Xiang had to lift a hand to stop his nosebleed. His Qinghe was too adorable!
Growing puzzled at his beloved's prolonged silence, Qinghe blinked at him in puzzlement. "Xiang? Was it so good that you've gone speechless? Hmm, maybe I'll have to tone it down next time―"
Unable to bear it anymore, Wei Xiang pounced on Qinghe with a growl and pulled his head forward to meld their lips together again. Faced with his husband's sudden passion, Qinghe felt very gratified. See? His seduction had worked perfectly!
After a few minutes of rough kissing, the pair parted, their faces flushed and breathing quick.
As he collected himself, Wei Xiang asked, "Love, where did you learn that…unique way of seduction?"
Qinghe smiled with open glee at what he thought was his beloved's bafflement at how he'd perfected the art of temptation. In a smug tone, Qinghe replied, "Do you remember that time when we were planning how to infiltrate Black Fang and we decided that I would enter the competition to seduce the Black Fang leader? If you'll recall, your senior brother pulled me aside after that conference to impart me some wisdom about seduction."
Wei Xiang's eyebrow twitched. "Did Kong Min tell you to do that then?"
Qinghe puffed up his cheeks in pride. "No, it was my own idea. I shared it with Sentinel Kong but he advised that since it was a very nice and special method, I should reserve it to use on you later when we were alone. He said I should only use conventional and boring methods on others and save all my interesting ideas for you."
Wei Xiang felt a mixture of uncontrollable laughter and intense warmth. How could anyone be so hilarious yet lovable at the same time? Wei Xiang pulled Qinghe into his arms and embraced him tightly, burying his face into his beloved's shoulder. As difficult as it was to control his laughter despite hiding his expression from Qinghe, Wei Xiang couldn't help but feel new respect blooming towards his senior brother. How Kong Min was able to keep a straight enough face in front of Qinghe's ridiculous suggestion to the point of even convincing the astute Qinghe that it was a fine idea was beyond him.
Even as his mouth was pulled up in a grin and his eyes shining with humor, Wei Xiang kept his voice perfectly serious as he said, "Hmm, my husband is very good to me."
Qinghe smiled in a pleased manner. "Yes, I am, aren't I? But don't worry, Xiang, you're good to me in your own way too."
Wei Xiang nodded even as the amusement in his eyes intensified. "I'm glad you think my meager attempts can approach your level of dedication towards seduction, love."
Qinghe smiled happily while his cheeks turned pink. "Xiang, you're praising me too much." If he'd known his efforts would be appreciated this much, he would've tried this ages ago! And so, Qinghe became determined to come up with even more interesting ways of seducing his husband in the future.
If Wei Xiang knew, he'd be torn between laughter and tears.
Hugging his beloved closer and nuzzling his warm and soft cheek, Wei Xiang spoke in a playful voice, "Now that I've seen my little husband's special seduction, I'm finding myself unable to resist you even more. Qinghe, would you like to be rewarded in a special way in return?"
Qinghe felt a shudder ripple through him at how suggestive his beloved's voice sounded. In a husky whisper, he replied, "Yes."
Wei Xiang smiled and turned Qinghe around to face the tree trunk again. Qinghe let Wei Xiang position him and felt his beloved's warmth wrapping around him from behind. Wei Xiang rested his chin on Qinghe's shoulder, his thighs on either side of his. Taking ahold of Qinghe wrists, Wei Xiang lifted his husband's hands and said, "Now, love, pleasure yourself for me."
Qinghe stiffened. "X-Xiang? But I can't…I won't be able to…"
Wei Xiang rubbed his cheek against the side of Qinghe's neck. "Yes, I know. So I want you to let me help you with it as well. Is that alright?"
Qinghe bit his lower lip and thought for a few moments. Then, as pink began suffusing his cheeks, he slowly nodded. "O-Okay."
Wei Xiang kissed the smooth shoulder under him. "Good. Then let's begin."
Qinghe felt the warm fingers around his wrists tightening slightly before his hands were moved towards his chest. Wei Xiang's fingers extended to support Qinghe's limp digits from below and lifted them to make the fingertips brush the tops of the two dusky pink buds on his chest. Feeling the subtle sensation, Qinghe exhaled. He could simultaneously sense the velvetiness of the small buds under his fingers as well the faint friction of his fingerpads on the sensitive points.
Wei Xiang's voice sounded by his ear, low and intimate, "How is it? Do you like it?" Making Qinghe's fingertips press and drag against the small points again, Wei Xiang went on, "They feel so delicate and soft, don't they? This is what I feel every time I touch you here."
Qinghe flushed, his breathing growing slightly deeper. "Y-Yes…it's soft…and nice…"
Wei Xiang chuckled affectionately. "Then let me slowly show you the other things I feel when I touch you."
While using his hands to manipulate Qinghe's fingers, Wei Xiang breathed, "Close your fingers over them an pinch them."
Qinghe trembled once, then hesitantly followed his husband's instructions and the silent direction of Wei Xiang's steady fingers. As Qinghe made his fingertips squeeze the warm and fragile buds, he felt a spark of muted pleasure shoot through him. Qinghe parted his lips and let out another heated breath. His attention snapped to the two little nubs on his chest. Qinghe's pupils began to dilate as his focus shifted from what he could see with his eyes to what he could feel with his skin. His mind was filled with the sensation of Wei Xiang's bare body pressing against his back, his beloved's warm hands guiding him, making his pinching fingers gently pull on the two points, and the pleasant current that flowed through him as a result.
Wei Xiang had Qinghe rub and fiddle with his own buds until the two nubbins turned stiff and red, all the while breathing sensual orders into his little husband's ears in a low and smooth voice. Wei Xiang then let his beloved's fingertips trail over his stomach, tracing along the ridges and bumps of the muscles under his skin.
Qinghe grew dazed. He could feel his own skin sliding under his fingertips, smooth and soft. The sensation of having his Xiang controlling his hands and making him explore his own body had him feeling strangely bashful and curious. His perspective seemed to have shifted, letting him see what his husband usually felt when devotedly touching him.
Wei Xiang let Qinghe's hands slide around his torso and sensed his beloved's body gradually softening into him. A pink hue spread on Qinghe's fair skin as his body grew warmer. Wei Xiang smiled to himself and led Qinghe's hands down his belly and further below.
"Grip it well now, love," Wei Xiang directed him huskily.
As Qinghe felt his fingers being made to wrap around his own semi-hard member, he let out an unconscious moan. It was so strange. Though he was never able to get so aroused when he touched himself usually, it felt completely different when he was doing it under his Xiang's coaxing. It almost felt like a form of roleplay where he put himself under Wei Xiang's control and let his beloved do whatever he wanted to him.
This was a new experience, and it made Qinghe look at his own body in a different way. Something so responsive and sensitive, so soft and delicate in some areas, yet so firm and muscled in other places…it felt like a shame to treat it as a mere tool. For the first time, Qinghe understood why his Xiang wanted him to treasure his body. It was such an interesting thing. It allowed him to physically connect with his beloved and made him feel so much pleasure. It held his soul and helped him interact with the world. Something so precious…might be something worth cherishing and protecting after all.
Meanwhile, Wei Xiang had finished encircling Qinghe's shaft with one of his beloved's palms and directed the other hand to caress his inner thigh and the crevice between his leg and groin. Qinghe shuddered lightly and let slip a gasp. The fingers of his other hand were slowly made to move over his stiffened length, languidly sliding up and down. His member felt hard in his palm, with a layer of silky smoothness covering it. The veins throbbed fiercely along his length as his hand kept pumping. In the meantime, his other hand drew designs over the sensitive skin of his inner thigh and lower belly.
Qinghe shifted and panted as he was made to stimulate himself more and more. His need unfurled and took over, making him moan and cry out with need. But Wei Xiang's touch on his hand remained teasingly light. It frustrated Qinghe to the point where he decided to take matters into his own hands. He clenched his fingers of his own accord, without any instructions from Wei Xiang, and moved them over his shaft with more vigor.
His smile widening with satisfaction, Wei Xiang led Qinghe's other hand back up, making it caress and fondle himself sensually before reaching the two perky points on his chest again. Gripped by heated desire, Qinghe barely felt Wei Xiang guiding his fingers to pinch and pull on his buds before he began twisting and rolling them unprompted. Each little touch of his hand on himself added to the stream of pleasure thrumming under his skin. The stimulations gathered like sparks making a flame, burning his body hotter and hotter. But no matter how much pleasure he felt or how much higher the wave of need pushed him, Qinghe felt unable to attain climax. He let out sounds of frustration and desperation, his hands moving on his body as he writhed against Wei Xiang.
Wei Xiang let go of Qinghe's hands and wrapped his arms around his husband, pulling his close and pressing little kisses to his cheek while soothing, "Hush, love. Enough. I'll take it from here and give you release."
Qinghe let out a soft sob and nodded, his hands slowing as he gave himself to his Xiang's capable hands again.
Wei Xiang took out a bottle of oil and quickly slathered his fingers up. Qinghe cooperatively rose up on his knees and pressed his front against the tree before raising his bottom up so that it would be more easily accessible. Wei Xiang squeezed his hip in silent thanks before leading the fingers of the other hand to slowly enter and start preparing his beloved.
Qinghe's face grew redder, his breathing quicker as he felt his beloved's strong fingers finally moving inside him, stimulating him in a way his own fingers never could. Qinghe clenched his eyes closed, a layer of sweat glittering on his forehead and sheathing his body. His muscles shifted and rolled under his skin as he struggled to exercise restraint while Wei Xiang's long fingers slowly massaged the walls of his channel and spread within him to stretch out his passage.
Once Wei Xiang was satisfied with the preparations, he pulled his fingers out and studied his enchanting husband with dark eyes.
Qinghe was pressed up against the tree with his bottom lifted upwards in exactly the same way as when he did that little dance to seduce him. But now, with him flushed, sweaty, and panting, his body trembling with his overwhelming need, and his entrance glistening due having been readied to be entered, Wei Xiang felt that he was even more unbearable tempting now.
Also realizing that his posture right now was similar to back then, Qinghe turned his head, his eyes thick lashes lifting to reveal his dewy eyes as he said, "X-Xiang? D-Do you…want me to seduce you again?"
Wei Xiang felt a flash of heat in his nose and decided that no, this was even more tempting!
Pulling his beloved's hips back, Wei Xiang bent to nuzzle the crook of Qinghe's neck and exhaled over his flushed skin. "Love, you're so irresistible already. I'm not sure I'll be able to take another round of seduction. I'm already at my limit."
Just as Qinghe opened his mouth to reply, he felt Wei Xiang suddenly thrusting into him, that familiar length burying itself inside his channel all at once. The abrupt flash of friction and unexpected intensity of stimulation tore through him. Qinghe jerked in surprise, his eyes losing focus as he moaned low and loud.
Wei Xiang pulled himself out and pushed back in, going all out from the start. He held his husband close with an arm, wanting to feel all of Qinghe against him while his hips pumped in a ruthless rhythm, drawing his member fully out before plunging it back in to the furthest depth possible each time.
Qinghe shuddered and gasped, his body twisting uncontrollably. With every thrust that rocked through him, he chanted fervently, "Xiang…ahhh…X-Xiang… Xiang! …Nhh…Xiang…"
"I'm here," Wei Xiang sounded hoarse and throaty. Feeling that even this much closeness was not enough, he swept away Qinghe's hair and began suckling and nibbling on his nape while his hand snuck forward to start massaging and stimulating his beloved's stiff shaft.
Qinghe's voice dissolved into a deep groan that ended in a whimper. He pleaded quaveringly, "Please, faster…Xiang, go faster…uh…yes…like that…quick…"
At the feeling of that hot and soft tightness wringing his member, Wei Xiang shuddered and growled, "…Qinghe…"
The rapid slap of flesh on flesh increased in intensity while the two bodies twisted and struggled together. As the heat wound tighter and tighter, their two voices calling each other's names soon blended into one.
It was a lot of time before silence returned to this place again.
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In another place far away, Jing Shui and Wu Xiao were already well underway with their own type of lovemaking.
Currently, Jing Shui was on his back, lying naked on the soft earth. Only his hands were pulled up to rest on the patch of grass situated over his head. Wu Xiao had used the long and slender grass blades to tie Jing Shui's wrists together without uprooting the grass, ensuring that his beloved's wrists would stay fixed in that place. Jing Shui's body was stretched on the ground, twisting and shuddering while covered with sweat and flushed pink with exertion. His slender legs were pulled apart, his thighs trembling with strain while his toes dug into the loose soil.
Of course, since it was Wu Xiao, there were a few odd implements being used on Jing Shui as well.
The ends of a string were tightly wound around both of Jing Shui's tender pink buds, the thread stretching in between connecting the pair of stiff points tautly. A thin stick was inserted into the small slit tipping Jing Shui's member, preventing his release from dripping out as it wanted. A string of metal balls—each ball the width of three fingers—was inserted into his entrance, lodged fully inside. Wu Xiao was currently making Jing Shui expel the large balls one by one, citing that it was training for his inner muscles and that he would reward his husband if he succeeded.
While Jing Shui struggled to push the balls out, a still-clothed Wu Xiao cheerfully entertained himself with his beloved's quivering body, one corner of his lips curved up in a gentle yet sharp smile. Wu Xiao ran his cool fingertips over Jing Shui's sweat-soaked brows and flushed cheeks, then tenderly traced his beloved's trembling lips that were parted to let out quick pants and low moans. Wu Xiao's cool fingers slid over his Ah-Shui's arching collarbone before slipping down to his chest.
Wu Xiao leisurely played with his husband's small buds that were squeezed tightly in their bindings, pointing towards the sky while moving up and down as Jing Shui's chest heaved. With light fingers, Wu Xiao strummed the string connecting the bound nubs. Jing Shui let out a broken groan at the sensation of the vibrations passing into his buds. When Wu Xiao tugged at the thread, Jing Shui could feel it tightening over the delicate points and pulling upward. His body bent backward, his chest pushed up with a breathy moan.
Eyes shining, Wu Xiao let go and continued exploring his Ah-Shui's delectable body. His fingers slipped down Jing Shui's shuddering stomach, trailing over the length of his shaft and tracing around the little slit in the head that was filled with the stick. Moving down, Wu Xiao gently weighed Jing Shui's balls, then slid his fingertip over Jing Shui's straining entrance that twitched and spasmed with the effort of slowly expelling the large round objects stuffed inside.
In the beginning, Jing Shui had had four metal balls filling him. The first one, he was able to push out with a bit of effort. The second one was a bit more difficult and had him covered in sweat and panting. He was now in the midst of forcing out the third one.
Jing Shui's whole body was taut and quivering with strain as he concentrated his entire attention on squeezing out the third ball. He felt it stretching his inner ring of muscles wide open as it made its way out slowly. He could feel it begin to force apart his entrance as he struggled to keep on guiding it out of him.
After Wu Xiao caressed and teased his beloved's body to his heart's content, he moved to crouch between Jing Shui's legs, pushing them apart wider. He eagerly took in the details of the lurid scene before him. The two metal balls Jing Shui had managed to expel laid on the dark earth. The string connecting them extended into Jing Shui's entrance, attached to the third ball that was beginning to peek out from within the trembling opening. The balls shone in the dim light, still covered with the lubricant Wu Xiao had slathered them with before inserting them into his husband. More of the transparent liquid had dripped out of Jing Shui's entrance, tracing a gleaming line between his buttocks and pooling beneath him. Above, a thin, whitish drop of fluid had managed to well on the tip of Jing Shui's member despite the obstructing stick. It quivered for a moment before slowly trailing down in a thin trickle.
The entirety of this lewd sight titillated Wu Xiao into bending closer to study it better, his need winding tighter and hotter in his belly. His gaze was fervently latched on his Ah-Shui's opening as it slowly widened, revealing more of the smooth, round surface of the metal ball as it slowly emerged from within. As Jing Shui continued to try and push it out of his body, it caused his entrance to bulge outward while making the wrinkles around the opening slowly stretch and smoothen.
Wu Xiao's eyes glinted as he saw his beloved's entrance stretched tight and round over the ball. He reached out and cupped Jing Shui buttocks, lightly kneading the soft mounds before gently using his thumbs to pull apart the edges of that straining opening. In a husky voice deepened with need, Wu Xiao encouraged, "It's almost out, Ah-Shui. Just a little bit more…"
Jing Shui cried out softly and looked up at his husband, his wide eyes dewy and dazed. The sight that met him was Wu Xiao's heated gaze fixed on his entrance, his silver hair gleaming brightly even in the dim light, his fair cheeks flushed and his eyes dark with lust. Seeing Wu Xiao slowly lick his lips as if seeing something delicious, Jing Shui's body reddened further. He suddenly found the strength to keep pushing and tightened his inner muscles further in an attempt to expel that ball.
Jing Shui felt his insides shaking with strain. His spine grew stiff and taut while his head arched back, pressing into the ground. He let out short grunts and long, drawn-out cries as he struggled to move the heavy balls within him. Sensing the heat in Wu Xiao's gaze intensify, Jing Shui shouted out and poured his strength into pushing out with all he had. Finally, Jing Shui felt the widest section of the ball slowly stretch apart the edges of his entrance. For a second, it hovered there, seeming as if it could slip back in at any time. Then it slid out to land on the earth with a soft thump and Jing Shui's body lost all strength, slumping into the ground as he panted heavily from the exertion.
Jing Shui mewled pitifully and called, "W-Wu Xiao…"
Wu Xiao was immediately there, hugging his beloved and murmuring to him, "Ah-Shui, you did very good." His hand rubbed Jing Shui's back soothingly.
Jing Shui snuggled into his husband's embrace and reveled in the comfortable feeling.
A few minutes later, Wu Xiao commanded softly, "Now, Ah-Shui, you will push that final ball out of you."
Jing Shui dazedly nodded, his body automatically obeying. His toes dug into the earth once again, his fists clenching where they were restrained above his head as veins popped from his wrist. Jing Shui gritted his teeth as he kept on trying to work his tired inner muscles, but the heavy metal ball inside him moved too slowly. And once it reached his tight inner ring of muscles, it refused to move any further. Jing Shui also didn't have the strength to forcefully widen his trembling inner walls any more than this. He panted, squirmed, strained, and struggled to push the ball out before finally giving up.
In a hoarse voice, he pleaded, "Wu Xiao, I can't…please, I can't… It's too difficult… I d-don't know…how to…"
"Oh, no, my darling, you can definitely do it," Wu Xiao said unbendingly.
Before Jing Shui could reply, he felt his beloved's cool and smooth palms take ahold of the back of his knees before pushing them up as much as possible. Jing Shui's legs were folded over his chest, his knees on his shoulders while his thighs pressed down on the exposed tips of his bound buds.
"Try harder, Ah-Shui," Wu Xiao ordered, and with a whimper, Jing Shui complied.
Jing Shui's toes curled into themselves while his legs began to shake with the effort of trying to squeeze the ball out of his tired passage. His trembling belly pressed inward as he once again strained the muscles in his body. Small drops of white liquid beaded and dripped down from hiss member despite the stick obstructing the small hole. The three other balls he'd expelled hung down from his entrance by the string connecting them to the fourth one still inside him.
After straining for more than a minute, Jing Shui's opening slowly began to widen, the round and smooth surface of the last metal ball peeking out. But the more of the ball that emerged, the more Jing Shui found it difficult to keep pushing. He struggled and sobbed, calling out to Wu Xiao in a broken voice. Wu Xiao encouraged him in a gentle tone even as he eagerly drank in his beloved Ah-Shui's utterly discomposed appearance. It was only when he was driven to such a state that his precious beloved would stop hiding himself, instead displaying his emotions openly for Wu Xiao to see.
Grinning widely at that thought, Wu Xiao leaned down and extended his dark red tongue before tracing the edges of the stretched out, twitching entrance with the tip.
"Ah!" Jing Shui jerked with a shout at the unexpected sensation. "W-Wu Xiao! Wh-What are you…"
Wu Xiao retracted his tongue and said, "What is it, Ah-Shui? Do you want me to stop?"
Feeling his husband's breath washing over his most intimate of parts as he spoke, Jing Shui shuddered. "N-No, but… Wu Xiao, I can't. It's too difficult. I c-can't…do this anymore…"
Wu Xiao's eyes narrowed. "Do you want to stop, then?"
Jing Shui bit his lips and hesitated before shaking his head. In an uncertain voice, he said, "…No…"
Wu Xiao bent forward to place a comforting kiss to his beloved's rosy butt cheek. "Good, then we won't stop."
Jing Shui nodded, but didn't move, wanting to catch his breath first.
Chuckling, Wu Xiao warned cheerfully, "But if you don't finish soon, I'll push all the balls back in and make you squeeze them all the way out again, Ah-Shui~ Seeing you flushed and straining desperately is such a treat to me~"
Jing Shui gritted his teeth indignantly. "Wu Xiao! Must you be such a shameless sadist!?" But he still quickly started working his inner muscles again.
Wu Xiao smirked and went back to tonguing his husband's entrance. He felt the metal ball straining against the skin under his tongue, making the whole area bulge outward as it struggled to force its way through the small opening. More of the ball slowly emerged as the entrance was stretched open further. Jing Shui let out small sounds of strain as he continued to push. Seeing his Ah-Shui's earnest effort made Wu Xiao more vigorous in his ministrations.
As he kept feeling the tip of his husband's tongue painting a warm trail around his opening, Jing Shui moaned and complained, "Wu Xiao…your tongue… I-It's distracting…"
Wei Xiao blithely replied, "I'm trying to lubricate your wonderful little hole to make this easier, so you should just bear with it and accept my generous help, Ah-Shui~"
Jing Shui snarled, "Wu Xiao!"
Unexpectedly, his anger gave Jing Shui the surge of strength needed to push out the ball. Jing Shui ignored Wu Xiao to focus on fully squeezing it out and heard the satisfying sound of the ball falling onto the ground. His belly felt empty and light in the absence of the four balls. Spent and exhausted, Jing Shui slumped down, his chest and belly heaving with the strain of such a strenuous exercise.
Wu Xiao let go of Jing Shui's knees and let him straighten his legs. Sitting up, he smiled and said quietly, "Ah-Shui, you did very well. Now it's time for you to accept your reward, so just lie back and enjoy it."
Jing Shui's belly fluttered with wild anticipation as he nodded, his limpid gaze on Wu Xiao. In a shy yet firm voice, he stated, "Wu Xiao, no matter what you want to do to me, I'll take it."
Wu Xiao's heart thumped. How could his Ah-Shui tempt him so much! Unable to wait, Wu Xiao quickly took off his belt and pulled open his robes. As for his pants, feeling that it was too troublesome to remove them properly, he simply ripped them off him before throwing them to side. Well, they weren't his favorite pair anyway.
Seeing Wu Xiao suddenly acting so impatient, Jing Shui felt a bashful pleasure bloom in his chest. His Wu Xiao was so eager because of him, because he felt that Jing Shui was that irresistible. Jing Shui's already flushed cheeks reddened further. Lifting his legs, he willingly wrapped them around Wu Xiao's waist and pulled him closer, feeling his own anticipation bubbling up.
Seeing how enthusiastic his Ah-Shui was, Wu Xiao grew even more aroused. He bent down to place small kisses on his beloved's flushed and warm face. Meeting Jing Shui's wide and wet eyes with his own piercing black ones, Wu Xiao breathed, his voice husky and intimate, "Ah-Shui, are you ready?"
Jing Shui swallowed a moan and nodded. Damn, his husband was too unreasonably seductive even when he wasn't trying to be!
Wu Xiao held his member in a hand and led it to press against Jing Shui's entrance before slowly pushing in. Jing Shui's body tensed, his eyes growing unfocused as his attention concentrated on the feeling of his beloved's large organ thrusting into him. Once the thick length had buried itself completely into the warm and pulsing sheath of flesh, Wu Xiao gritted his teeth and slowly slid himself out, then sunk back in again.
Jing Shui arched back and groaned. In a pleading voice, he urged, "Wu Xiao…faster…mnn, please…go faster…"
Wu Xiao cooperatively sped up, letting go of his self-restraint. Jing Shui let out a short scream as he felt that rigid shaft suddenly beginning to slam itself into him again and again uncontrollably. Cool hands roved over his skin hungrily, fondling his chest and moving to the two perky points on it before abruptly jerking away the string binding the small nubs. Jing Shui shuddered and screamed again as a mix between brutal pleasure and sharp pain tore through him. The delicate little buds on his chest felt swollen, hot, and overly sensitive. Every brush of Wu Xiao's fingers against it sent out pulses of biting pleasure and small stabs of pain. Jing Shui sobbed helplessly. His hands struggled in their bindings, wanting to touch and caress Wu Xiao in return, but the blades of grass held strong, their roots remaining firmly in the ground.
Wu Xiao bent down to enfold one of the little points he'd treated so roughly with the gentle heat of his mouth. His tongue laved over it soothingly in apology. Jing Shui moaned raggedly and thrust his chest up, begging, "Wu Xiao…please…unh, more…"
Sensing that his beloved didn't seem to mind what he'd done and even liked it, Wu Xiao's gaze gleamed happily as he obliged. His fingers pitilessly pinched and pulled one swollen nub while his mouth sucked and nibbled on the other. Jing Shui's body bowed back as he let out a sharp scream, then ended it with a rough plea to keep going. All the while, Wu Xiao's shaft kept pumping into his passage, the speed of the thrusts increasing as his fervor mounted. Though Jing Shui's inner walls were sore and tired from having to expel those balls before, he still tilted his hips eagerly to receive more thrusts. His tight channel twitched and trembled over Wei Xiao's stiff length as he drove in and out in powerful plunges.
As the pleasure built up and up, Wu Xiao finally reached climax, his body bending down as he let out a hoarse shout. He clutched his Ah-Shui to him and released into the soft and hot passage while feeling it clutching at his shaft. Jing Shui moaned and shuddered as he felt sudden warmth drenching his insides. But due to the stick still lodged into his member, Jing Shui was unable to orgasm fully. But he still held Wu Xiao close with his legs and accepted his release into him, willing to let his beloved bask in his pleasure. Spent, Wu Xiao relaxed against Jing Shui, his body feeling light and languid in the aftermath of his climax.
After a few minutes, Jing Shui tried to shakily get out in his voice quavering with desperation, "W-Wu Xiao…I-I also want to…"
Wu Xiao blinked lazily and smiled, "Ah, of course, how can I leave my lovely little Ah-Shui hanging? Hmm, but I have to admit that I do like seeing you like this, all tied up, frustrated, and completely at my mercy~"
Jing Shui wanted to sob wretchedly at how badly he wanted to orgasm. Where did he have time for his husband's playful teasing now?
Before Jing Shui could plead more, Wu Xiao continued, "But I'd still rather have a happy and satisfied Ah-Shui to cuddle with after."
Jing Shui had yet to comprehend the words when Wu Xiao was already crouching over his member, swiftly pulling out the thin stick from his shaft before swallowing the entire stiff length in one go.
At the sudden deluge of stimulations, Jing Shui's body stiffened and twisted as he screamed in release.
The luminous fruits from the surrounding trees cast a diffused light over the scene, shrouding it in a warm radiance.
...
Meanwhile, a certain other couple was intimately engaged as well, perched high above on one of the gigantic trees.
Bunches of pinkish-purple and peach colored luminous fruits hung around Chen Xiande and Hei NingYu. The dark velvety green leaves reflected their light, suffusing the enclosed space in soft illumination. The tree branch they occupied was dark, smooth, and several meters wide. A hushed, intimate atmosphere permeated the air, a touch of mystique added due to the subdued light.
Both Chen Xiande and Hei NingYu had long since removed their clothing, dropping it carelessly down to lie in a pile at the foot of the tree. Chen Xiande was currently sprawled on the tree branch, his back resting against the trunk. His lips were reddened with intensive kissing. His deep gaze reflected glowing dots of purple and peach as it remained fixed on his beloved.
Hei NingYu had settled himself in between Chen Xiande's splayed legs, one hand placed gently on his lover's waist. The other hand held up a luminous fruit, the slender fingers looking almost black in contrast with the serene purple glow. With hooded eyes and a slight smile, Hei NingYu squeezed the fruit, making it spill radiant drops of juice. They landed on Chen Xiande's shoulder and slowly dripped down, painting glowing lines on his smooth skin. The brightly luminescing drops of juice both looked and felt like liquid light, and wherever it fell, Chen Xiande felt an accompanying warmth spreading on his skin.
His eyes displaying his fascination, Hei NingYu studied the play of the glowing juice on his beloved little sheep's fair skin. Eyes narrowing, Hei NingYu squeezed the fruit again and let the overflow splatter down on the hollow of Chen Xiande's throat, then moved on to let it cover the little buds on his lover's chest. More juice dripped onto Chen Xiande's abdomen before pooling in his bellybutton. The pleasant warmth trailing after the liquid made Chen Xiande let out a soft sigh of comfort.
Raising a hand, Chen Xiande pulled Hei NingYu's head down to his clavicle in a silent request. Hei NingYu wordlessly obliged, using his mouth and tongue to slowly, thoroughly clean off those warm droplets. His mouth glided over his beloved's shoulder before pausing below his throat, sucking hungrily. Meanwhile, his hand wandered down to take Chen Xiande's awakening member in his hand, fondling and teasing it playfully.
Chen Xiande let out a shuddering breath and called, "NingYu…"
Hearing the unhidden need in his lover's tone, Hei NingYu hummed against his skin before giving it another long lick. His hand squeezed and moved roughly over his beloved's rigid length. Chen Xiande groaned, his head tilting back to expose more of his throat while his legs unconsciously widened to provide better access to his shaft. Hei NingYu gladly took advantage of it and continued his sensual torment. His lips slid down to Chen Xiande's chest, sucking strongly on the juice-soaked nubs before he licked and nipped at them. Chen Xiande cried out, his hand lifting of its own volition to press Hei NingYu's head more firmly against his chest.
As Hei NingYu's mouth continued its ministrations, his hand pumped faster and faster on Chen Xiande's member. Chen Xiande let out a low grunt and instinctively began moving his hips to and fro, trying to feed the intense burning need in his belly. His hand slid down to massage the back of Hei NingYu's neck in encouragement while simultaneously urging him for more. In answer, Hei NingYu's mouth bit and sucked more firmly on his skin while his hand sped up on the pulsing length. Chen Xiande's breathing quickened, his mouth lightly parted as he drew in deep lungfuls of air. A layer of pink spread over his skin that was already tinted mildly with the glow of the luminous fruits hanging around them.
Being pushed higher and higher, Chen Xiande's body grew more and more tense, preparing for the eventual crash of orgasm.
But just as he was on the verge of tipping over, Hei NingYu halted. His voice sounded smooth and husky as he said playfully, "Now, now, you can't leave me behind and reach release so soon, Little Sheep~"
Chen Xiande growled frustratedly. "Then you should get the hell inside me and fuck me already!"
Hei NingYu laughed. His little sheep's mouth grew more honest the more he was aroused. How delightful!
In a cheerful voice, Hei NingYu replied, "Then I will dutifully comply with my lover's demands."
Dipping his head, Hei NingYu inserted his tongue into Chen Xiande's navel, lapping up the small pool of purple liquid there while a small bottle appeared in his hand. Without looking, Hei NingYu slathered up his fingers with the contents of the bottle with ease of practice and put the little bottle away again. Fully slickened with lubricant, his fingers slipped downward. Chen Xiande sensed his lover's intentions and leaned back further while eagerly offering up his opening to Hei NingYu's slippery fingers. As the slender digits sunk into him, Chen Xiande moaned. He needed to feel the thrust and friction of his beloved's member tearing through his insides, but he could only clench his hands and wait to be prepared by those careful fingers.
Hei NingYu smirked at his young lover's impatience, but kept his preparation slow and lazy. He took pleasure in watching his little sheep squirm and twist, his hot insides clenching and unclenching around his fingers agitatedly. Taking his time, Hei NingYu increased the number of digits in Chen Xiande's passage while he leisurely explored his beloved's juice-stained body with his mouth, gradually licking it clean of the sweet liquid.
When he was done on all accounts, Hei NingYu stopped, lifting his head and retrieving his fingers. Unsatisfied, Chen Xiande snarled, "NingYu, don't you dare stop here!"
Hei NingYu chuckled, his voice warm and affectionate. Before Chen Xiande could threaten him more, Hei NingYu hoisted his lover onto his lap while simultaneously shifting forward so that his beloved's back would remain pressed against the tree trunk. Chen Xiande frowned, his eyes already glazed with lust. What was his lover doing now instead of entering him already?
Hei NingYu encircled Chen Xiande's wrists with his fingers and pressed them up against the tree trunk. Leaning forward, he playfully whispered, "Little Sheep, I will now extract compensation directly from your body for how you trespassed into my heart~"
Chen Xiande's lips twitched. What was with these ridiculous words? But thinking about it, weren't the first words Hei NingYu ever said to him very similar to this? He'd asked for compensation for trespassing into his territory back then. And now… Chen Xiande's eyes darkened with unreadable emotions. Since his lover was being playfully romantic, maybe he should say something affectionate in return.
With a simple twist of his wrists, Chen Xiande freed his hands and hugged Hei NingYu. Without waiting for his beloved to react, Chen Xiande positioned himself over Hei NingYu's erect shaft and slammed his hips down. The sudden friction tore a deep moan out of him.
Hei NingYu's body jerked as he let out a gasp of pleasure mixed with laughter. Leaning back on his palms, he grinned and commented, "Little Sheep, were you so bewitched by my words that you couldn't control yourself anymore?"
But in response, Chen Xiande simply hugged him tighter and replied to his statement before in a strained, throaty voice, "If I said I was willing to give you my own heart in return for trespassing into yours, would you consider that as suitable compensation?"
Hei NingYu's eyes widened. His gaze turned warm while his lips softened into a small smile. Carefully hugging his beloved back, he answered, his voice quiet and sincere, "Yes, that's more than I can ever ask for."
Chen Xiande buried his head deeper into Hei NingYu's hair and wordlessly tightened his arms. Then letting go, Chen Xiande said, "But NingYu, I'd still like it if we could start moving soon. I feel too pent-up and…I want you too much."
Hei NingYu chuckled and gripped his lover's hips. "Yes, yes, my ravenous little sheep. We can start fucking now~"
Feeling no need to wait anymore, Chen Xiande clenched his jaws and pulled himself up before pushing back down. The familiar feeling of the thick member dragging over his sensitive passage on its way out, then prying apart his inner walls to squeeze itself back in made Chen Xiande's eyes darken with ferocious hunger. His movements quickened, his hips rising and falling, pumping itself onto the stiff length with mounting frenzy.
Sensing that his little sheep's voracious beast had awakened, Hei NingYu smiled wide before giving in to his lust as well. His parted lips let out a stream unrestrained of groans and gasps as the slick and tight channel gripped and pulled on his shaft, bathing it in liquid heat. Hei NingYu used his hands to lift and raise his beloved's hips, helping him set a quicker rhythm.
Wanting more, Chen Xiande left one hand on Hei NingYu's shoulder and used the other to caress his beloved's body. Taking advantage of the fact that Hei NingYu's hands were occupied with supporting his hips, Chen Xiande slid his fingers over the oversensitive edges of his lover's scars, squeezed and kneaded the working muscles on his chest, back, and arms, and tormented the pair of stiff little buds on his chest one after another by pinching, rolling, and pulling them.
Hei Ning Yu clenched his jaws and shuddered in reaction as the blissful waves of pleasure rolled through him, flooding his senses. His little sheep was too naughty, playing with him like this. But he could just tease him back in return. And so, bending forward, Hei NingYu retaliated by using his lips, teeth, and tongue on Chen Xiande's throat, shoulders, and chest. Meanwhile, his fingers on his beloved's hips shifted to directly support him by the buttocks while his fingertips wandered inward, tantalizingly tracing the crevice running between the balls and the entrance. Of course, Hei NingYu didn't forget to massage and squeeze the round mounds in his palms either, using everything he could to add to his lover's arousal. Chen Xiande gritted out a hoarse moan. It was all he could do to keep up the rhythm of his hips while this sensual assault drowned him.
Stuck in a battle of giving and taking pleasure as they were, the couple quickly pushed each other off the edge of orgasm, falling one after another while holding their beloved close. Their minds drifted together on clouds of ecstasy while their flushed and sweaty bodies undulated with the strength of their panting.
As they lay relaxing together against the tree trunk, their arms around each other, the soft glow of the luminous fruits continued to envelop them, lighting up the enclosed space filled with peace and quiet.
...
When the three couples met up again at the clearing on the intersection, they were all dressed in different clothes, looking like they'd just freshly bathed, and were wearing content smiles. With tacit understanding, none of them brought up the changes. The six people instead directly set about spreading a large cloth on the ground to sit on before arranging plentiful of dishes. Each pair sat down around the food at equal distances from each other and began chatting casually as they tried to choose a dish to start eating.
Qinghe was sitting between Wei Xiang's parted legs, leaning back into his husband's chest and soaking up his warmth. With Wei Xiang arms around his abdomen and his chin resting on his shoulder, Qinghe felt snug and comfortable. In a pleasant and relaxed voice, he was saying, "…but if both the people who were getting married were able to finish the fruit with their mouths alone without dropping it even once, then their marriage was predicted to be a fruitful one. If I'd known there were fruits similar to the ones used for that tradition here, I would have definitely included them in my and Xiang's wedding ceremony."
Sitting beside Hei NingYu with his arms around his lover's waist, Chen Xiande sighed. "I wish I'd known this sooner. Then NingYu and I could have tried it too. It sounds like it could be fun."
Hei NingYu chuckled. "Nothing's stopping us from trying it before we leave here, Little Sheep~"
Wu Xiao, with Jing Shui sitting sideways on his lap, chimed in, "I didn't know either, but it's definitely something Ah-Shui and I will try before leaving. Isn't that right, my beloved?"
Jing Shui shifted on Wu Xiao's lap and absently nodded. His mind was too focused on the slight discomfort in his backside. Sitting on Wu Xiao's firm thighs only made him more aware of the soreness. If Jing Shui concentrated, he could almost feel the imprint of those metal balls inside him or the shape of his lover's large member as it had forced his tender passage to mold around it. The ghost of those sensations made his insides throb even now, making Jing Shui clench his channel while struggling to not think about it.
Suddenly, Jing Shui felt Wu Xiao's hot breath fan over him, his lover's face appearing too close as he asked with worry, "Ah-Shui, are you alright?"
Jing Shui's mind immediately dived into the gutter, thinking about how Wu Xiao had asked the exact same thing with this exact same intonation while mercilessly playing with his body, reducing him to shuddering sobs, desperate writhing, and tearful pleas for more. Jing Shui felt his face going up in flames, his body softening and his eyes growing dewy with remembered helplessness.
Blinking up his long lashes while trying to not let his voice sound too weird, he finally replied, "I-I'm fine. What were you saying? Ah…you wanted to eat the fruits from the luminous trees, didn't you? It should be alright. As long as they're eaten within an hour of picking, they're edible and even taste very good. Because of how quickly they lose their edibleness, we've been unable to export them from this dimension to trade outside. But we're working with the Drifting Clouds Sect to create pre-activation type preservation talismans to help us with it. But calibrating it is being a bit troublesome and―"
His lips twitching, Wu Xiao interrupted his beloved's nervous chatter, "Ah-Shui, are you really alright? You look a bit discomposed there."
At the side, Qinghe and Chen Xiande exchanged an amused glance, but stayed quiet.
Jing Shui blinked like a confused kitten and looked up at Wu Xiao with wide, liquid eyes. "I-It's really okay…I'm really fine. I j-just… I'm fine," he said with awkwardness and looked down bashfully. His soft cheeks were suffused with a delicate pink hue, and even the cute little ears peeking out from his hair looked red. Combined with how his body was leaning into Wu Xiao's unconsciously as if for stability, Wu Xiao found that his husband was all too tempting right now.
Unable to help himself, Wu Xiao murmured huskily, "Ah-Shui, if you keep looking so cute, I'll feel like stripping you right here and indulge in some exhibitionism just so that I can eat you up again without delay."
The other two couples felt their mouths twitching as they thought in their hearts, 'Who wants to see your exhibitionism!'
"You! W-What are you s-saying!" Jing Shui scolded as his head popped back up. His cheeks flushed harder with a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and a hint of arousal. He quickly turned his face away, not wanting his shamelessly smirking husband to see his expression. Spotting a nearby bowl of snacks, Jing Shui wordlessly lifted it up along with a pair of chopsticks, then picked up a piece of fried dough from the bowl and thrust it towards Wu Xiao's smirking mouth. "H-Here! Just eat this and shut up!"
Wu Xiao paused, his smile turning soft. He obediently opened his mouth to receive the food. Though his beloved frowned at him with a grumpy expression, his careful motions and attentiveness while feeding him the food spoke much about his affection.
Soon, the plate in Jing Shui's hand was empty, all of it fed to a cooperative Wu Xiao. Deciding to reciprocate, Wu Xiao picked up a pair of chopsticks of his own along with a bowl of dumpling soup, then started feeding a fiercely blushing yet obedient Jing Shui in return. Thinking of how after all the dumplings were eaten, they could share the soup using just their mouths, both Wu Xiao and Jing Shui's gazes deepened with hungry anticipation.
Seeing them indulging in each other like this, Hei NingYu really felt quite envious. Just as he turned to his own lover to suggest they start feeding each other as well, he spotted something bright and purple behind Chen Xiande's ear. Hei NingYu leaned back and curiously swept away a lock of Chen Xiande's hair to get a better view. Sure enough, there was a small patch of glowing purple fruit juice hidden behind Chen Xiande's ear. Hei NingYu guessed that it must have rubbed off from Chen Xiande's shoulder when he lifted his beloved's hands to capture them against the tree trunk before.
Alerted by Hei NingYu's actions, Chen Xiande turned to him with puzzlement. "NingYu? Is something wrong?"
In a cheerful voice, Hei NingYu answered, "Little Sheep, I seemed to have missed a spot while bathing you with my tongue before."
Before Chen Xiande could react, he felt his lover's moist tongue licking him behind the ear, pressing and sliding over his skin as if trying to thoroughly wash away something. In the meantime, Hei NingYu's hands had started slowly massaging Chen Xiande's waist, his fingers gentle yet firm. Chen Xiande's body lost strength, leaning into Hei NingYu's and feeling his beloved's warmth soaking into him through their clothes. All the while, those slender fingers continued taking liberties with his waist while that slick and hot tongue began trailing up and down behind his sensitive ear. Chen Xiande sighed with pleasure, his eyelids falling closed as his cheeks turned hot.
A few minutes later, after fully taking advantage of this opportunity presented by that long-disappeared patch of glowing juice, Hei NingYu leaned back with a satisfied smirk. "Hmm, that was just as delicious as before. My little sheep is all clean again. Now, why don't we start eati―"
Not letting him finish, Chen Xiande suddenly pulled Hei NingYu's head down to press their mouths together. As always, once his desire was stoked, Chen Xiande lost all sense of timing or their surroundings, his entire attention focused intently on only his beloved, on indulging in his touch, his taste, the feel of his tongue in his mouth, the warmth of his body against his… And faced with this enthusiasm, Hei NingYu could hardly remain unaffected, returning his little sheep's kisses and caresses with equal fervor.
Lips sucked thirstily as tongues turned greedy, licking and laving inside each other's mouths with burning intensity. Passion flared fast and sudden, consuming them both in an inferno as they pushed their bodies as close together as they could. Hands began wandering over fabric, studying the shape of the other's clothed body anew.
Meanwhile, taking advantage of the two distracted couples, a gleeful Qinghe sneakily set about stealing all the sweet dishes for himself while Wei Xiang watched on with affectionate amusement.
At the side, drops of soup spilled from the corners of Jing Shui's lips as Wu Xiao fed him the broth with his mouth. Jing Shui's throat vibrated with soft murmurs as he swallowed the soup that was mixed with his lover's familiar flavor, his eyelashes trembling as he held Wu Xiao close by his shoulders. When all the soup was gone, Jing Shui finally leaned back and spoke in a husky voice, "I-I think we've…eaten enough."
Wu Xiao's gaze roved heatedly over his beloved's flushed face, dazed eyes, and his reddened lips that were swollen and glistening. "But I don't think I've had enough. Ah-Shui, how about some dessert after our meal?"
Jing Shui felt his resistance melting away under the flow of molten need. Letting out a hot breath, he nodded, "Yes…okay. Let's have something sweet then."
Wu Xiao smiled and turned to look for the nearest dish with sweets, only to find nothing. Frowning, he looked over to see a suspiciously happy Qinghe with all the sweet dishes placed neatly in front of him, eating them up with lightning speed while occasionally feeding some to Wei Xiang as well.
His eyes narrowing, Wu Xiao placed Jing Shui down from his lap and stood up. "Xiao Feng, you brat! Stop hoarding all the desserts!"
Qinghe stuck out his tongue at Wu Xiao and blissfully continued gobbling down the sweets. "Sect Master Wu seemed so busy with Brother Jing that I guessed you wouldn't need these desserts. After all, isn't your lover's mouth sweeter than any food?"
Wu Xiao's lips twitched. This brat! He had such a glib tongue! Knowing that he might not be able to win in a war of words against Qinghe, Wu Xiao began marching towards him with a determined expression, silently vowing to grab at least a plate of sweets so that he could feed it to his beloved with his mouth.
Seeing the approaching threat, Qinghe quickly put away all the sweet dishes he'd pilfered into his storage space before getting up and running away, trying to evade a chasing Wu Xiao. Growing more determined to show this bratty little disciple the consequences of trying to steal from his elders, Wu Xiao filled himself with righteous indignation and swept after Qinghe with increased speed. As a sect master, he would be remiss in his duty if he failed to educate this youngster today! Yes, this was only about discipline and not at all about pettily teaching this brat a lesson, Wu Xiao lied to himself.
And so, like little children, they zipped around here and there throughout the clearing.
Chuckling cheerfully, Qinghe suddenly crouched behind a busy Hei NingYu, lightly grabbing his shoulder and saying, "Sect Leader Hei, hide me!"
But while continuing to passionately kiss his little sheep, Hei NingYu extended a single hand to pull away a surprised Qinghe's wrist, then unceremoniously pushed him towards the approaching Wu Xiao.
Qinghe yelped, startled. Then using the chance when Wu Xiao stumbled over something, he leapt away from the irate sect master's clutches and escaped once again.
His expression darkening, Wu Xiao looked down to see a flash of slender gold disappearing into the ground. He turned to the Wei Xiang who was still sitting with a majestic posture, elegantly eating from a plate of sour and spicy chicken, and complained at the injustice, "Sentinel Wei, you're cheating! If you hadn't used your strings at the last moment, I'd have had that cheeky monkey in my hands!"
Wei Xiang looked up, his expression a perfect mask of innocence, "Why, Sect Master Wu, whatever makes you think I did anything? I'm sure you must have just tripped on a rock or something. You should be careful with your footing, or you might just stumble and fall on all this delicious food."
Uncaring of Wu Xiao's worsening expression, Wei Xiang continued to eat from his plate.
Wu Xiao's lips twitched. This pair of husbands was so sly and sneaky! They were truly a match for each other! Gritting his teeth with renewed determination to catch that annoying brat, Wu Xiao continued to give chase to Qinghe.
Unable to bear this absurdness going on any longer, Jing Shui finally got up and began running after his lover, "Alright, Wu Xiao, it's enough! We can settle for something else, so stop it already!"
"Unacceptable! My Ah-Shui wants desserts, so I'll get those desserts even if I have to pry it from that Xiao Feng's cold, dead hands!"
Wei Xiang smirked, eating his spicy food with a casual expression as Wu Xiao suddenly yelled, "Sentinel Wei! Stop using those damned strings of yours just because I said something you didn't like!"
Qinghe's smug voice immediately retorted, "Of course my Xiang is honor-bound to defend me!"
At the side, Hei NingYu and Chen Xiande had begun slipping their hands into each other's clothes. Even as his palms wandered over Chen Xiande's skin, Hei NingYu continued to suck and lick the side of his lover's neck. Chen Xiande encouraged him by letting out low moans and soft gasps while his fingertips trailed over the edges of his beloved's scars under his robes. Stuck in their own little world, the pair completely ignored the abounding chaos around them.
"Wu Xiao, stop running around already! This is getting ridiculous!"
"Xiao Feng, come here, you mischievous brat! I swear I won't beat you until you're begging for mercy!"
Qinghe's laughter floated in the wind, a pleased and gleeful sound.
Unbothered by the ruckus, Wei Xiang continued to eat, occasionally helping out his little husband in evading Wu Xiao.
The small clearing echoed with the various passionate and lively sounds while the stars watched over it all serenely.
These six might all be prominent people in the cultivation world, with a couple even being movers and shakers in Heaven. But when they spent time together like this, they showed no pretenses or façades in front of one another.
After all, even millennia-old beings as ancient as dust wanted to act like children sometimes, laughing, teasing, and playing energetically. Even those who had never minded the embrace of quiet loneliness before wanted to bask in their beloved's presence now, holding them close, cuddling, and whispering sweets words of undying affection into their flushed ear while a blanket of stars stretched above. Even those who'd seen innumerable cruelties and had their hearts wrenched by it had times when they wanted to expose their innocence, denseness, or inexperience, wanting to be held gently, spoken to softly, to be treated delicately. Even those who'd wielded weapons and shed blood with coldness seeping into their souls wanted every now and then to show tenderness, kindness, and care towards another person. Even these leaders and future leaders who held the fates of the worlds in their hands wanted to spend some time away from analyzing, plotting, training, and strategizing for the benefit of their organizations, instead allowing themselves to act silly, play pranks, and goof off as if they had no expectations placed on them.
Even all these people who've been through so much and borne so many burdens, floating adrift in this world with only their responsibilities holding them in place, could find love, peace, joy, and a sense of belonging with each other.
And so, as the night went on, the group of six chatted, ate, kissed, and played carefreely, the smiles on their lips and the cheer in their eyes staying undimmed. In the future, they will be a force under whose might even Heaven itself would tremble. But now, they were merely a group of friends enjoying each other's company, strengthening their bonds and looking forward to their happily ever after.
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crimson_carnation I could technically stop the series here, but there's one more thing I want to show you all~ Next will be the last extra and the final chapter of Heavenly Soul (￣꒳￣)ゞ
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