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A knock sounds at the door. Jun Wu does not look up, but he permits himself a small smile. “Enter,” he calls. He already knows who it is.
The door to his personal chambers swings open, and the Crown Prince of Xianle enters. He’s clad in simple white robes, his hair pulled back in a loose half bun.
(Jun Wu has offered him more spectacular robes many times, but his Xianle always declines. “These simple robes suit this one fine, my Lord,” he’ll say, eyes demurely downcast.
Once, Xie Lian’s modesty drove Jun Wu to rage. Now the sight of those long lashes brushing his cheeks fills him with a different sort of darkness.)
Xie Lian pulls the door shut behind him before sweeping a low bow. “The missing brides have been found and the culprit apprehended, my Lord.”
“Excellent work, Xianle,” says Jun Wu softly. “Come here and tell me everything.”
As always, Xie Lian obeys. He approaches his Emperor, stopping a scant foot away before dropping to one knee, eyes still downcast. Jun Wu reaches out, threading his fingers gently through Xie Lian’s hair before taking a firm grip at the back of his skull. He keeps his hand there, possessive and reassuring, as Xie Lian gives him a full report of the ghost general at Mount Yujun.
When he’s done, Jun Wu rewards him with a kiss to the top of his head. “Well done,” he says. “I knew you would be able to get to the bottom of the situation. Such hard work deserves a reward.”
Xie Lian goes very still. His eyes remain on the floor. Though he has said nothing, done nothing, the deference now reads as though he is avoiding meeting Jun Wu’s gaze, instead of merely showing his respect. Xie Lian clears his throat softly and says, “My Lord is gracious to this unworthy one. I have only done the work put before me; being able to help in what small way I am able is all the reward this one needs.”
Jun Wu chuckles. It’s been almost a year and a half since locating Xie Lian in the mortal realm and bringing him to his side, but his Xianle is still so shy. “Perhaps this Lord thinks otherwise,” he murmurs, and is rewarded by the sight of Xie Lian’s ears going pink. “Stand up, Xianle.”
Xie Lian shudders. Then he rises, graceful as always. Jun Wu tugs him forward until Xie Lian stands between his thighs. Xie Lian obediently holds still as Jun Wu opens Xie Lian’s robes, then slides his hands into them, palming the succulent peach of Xie Lian’s ass cheeks and squeezing. His probing fingers find their aim: the gemstone protruding ever so slightly from Xie Lian’s hole.
The plug is still in place. Jun Wu presses on it, and Xie Lian shivers in reaction as it jostles his sensitive insides. Xie Lian’s hands fly to his face, hiding his flaming cheeks. He’s still so embarrassed; it’s delicious. Jun Wu spends a few moments savoring the thought of his pet diligently going about his work, stuffed full of the load Jun Wu fucked into him before sending him on his way with a plug to keep his spend where it belongs.
“Mmmmmm… so sensitive.” Jun Wu’s voice is thick with satisfaction even as his cock fills in anticipation of enjoying his favorite, much-missed toy. “I’m glad you enjoyed the present I sent along with you.”
He pulls Xie Lian closer, wrapping his arms around him and mouthing at his bare chest, scraping teeth over the sweet bud of his hardened nipple. Xie Lian shudders against him, and Jun Wu rumbles his approval into Xie Lian’s sternum. “Good boy.”
There is so much Jun Wu wants from Xie Lian at this exact moment—the possibilities are nearly endless—but he is a good master. And it’s important to reward good behavior. So he hauls Xie Lian into his lap, grinning as it makes Xie Lian gasp and grab for his shoulders, and then he sets about wringing an orgasm from his boy.
Xie Lian doesn’t take very long. The plug in his ass has riled him up, Jun Wu thinks; his cock is half-hard even before Jun Wu takes him in hand. Xie Lian hides his face in Jun Wu’s neck, shoulders hunched up around his ears, but he remembers his training and doesn’t try to muffle his noises. He sobs into Jun Wu’s hair as his lord and master jerks his cock, until his spine stiffens and he comes into Jun Wu’s hand with a wrecked cry.
Jun Wu growls against Xie Lian’s hair as his pet comes apart in his arms. He’s so, so beautiful. For the thousandth time since finding Xie Lian wandering alone and deciding to make him his own, Jun Wu contemplates just retreating to a palace somewhere to spend all of his time like this.
Truly, it would be glorious. He could have Xie Lian naked and pliant all the time, fulfilling his sole purpose in life of being his Emperor’s toy. Jun Wu would devise new torments and delights every day, find new ways to wring screams and moans from the prize he’s waited eight hundred long years to finally claim.
Wistfully, he sets the fantasy aside. One day Xie Lian will be his in soul as well as in body—will be obedient out of love and devotion, not just shame. But he has to be patient.
And in the meantime, there’s plenty to enjoy.
Jun Wu raises his hand to Xie Lian’s mouth. Xie Lian peeks up at him through the fall of his hair; it’s come out of his bun, tumbling in disarray around his lovely face. “Lick up your mess, Xianle,” Jun Wu says. His tone is kind, but the hand that tightens in Xie Lian’s hair is less so.
Xie Lian sucks in a shaky breath. His eyes are wet, and his lower lip trembles a little. Jun Wu waits, and after a moment Xie Lian leans forward and laps up his own come from Jun Wu’s hand. Tears spill from his big doe eyes; he’s actually trembling against Jun Wu’s chest, whether from humiliation or simply reaction it’s hard to say.
“Good boy,” Jun Wu murmurs when he’s done. He laps Xie Lian’s tears up, brushing his hair out of his face. He spends a few moments kissing Xie Lian’s mouth next, savoring the taste of come on his lovely prince’s lips and tongue. Xie Lian goes softer in his arms as he’s kissed, starting to settle. His eyes slide half-shut as Jun Wu kisses him deeper, harder, tongue thrusting into Xie Lian’s mouth, fingers wound tight in his hair.
Xie Lian has always had an oral fixation. Jun Wu has made sure to put it to good use.
Jun Wu rips himself away with an effort, panting against Xie Lian’s mouth. His cock is hard as diamonds now, tenting the front of his pants under his robes. “On your knees,” Jun Wu growls. Xie Lian slithers obediently out of his arms and down to the floor. He lets his robes slide off his shoulders, the white fabric puddling around him as he puts his hands on the insides of Jun Wu’s thighs.
Jun Wu opens his own robes and frees his cock from his pants, hissing as he strokes himself once. With his other hand, he reaches down to cup Xie Lian’s beautiful face, and even as ravenous as he is he still has to take a moment to admire the view: the Crown Prince of Xianle naked on his knees between Jun Wu’s thighs, his hair a mess, face still splotchy and tear-streaked like a freshly ravaged bride.
Xie Lian looks up at him, waiting for his cue. Jun Wu presses his thumb to Xie Lian’s full lips, and Xie Lian opens for him, putting his tongue out in a lewd display that makes Jun Wu’s cock twitch just to see it.
Xie Lian was made for this. So Jun Wu gives him what he needs. He takes Xie Lian’s face in both hands, puts the tip of his cock between those full lips, and sinks in to the hilt in one long slide.
He pushes forward, hands rough in Xie Lian’s hair as he forces his boy to go all the way down on his cock. Xie Lian chokes, gags, struggles for a few moments with the hot length filling his windpipe. His mouth and throat feel so good, silky-hot and wet, and the way he struggles convulses his muscles around Jun Wu’s cock so beautifully.
After a few moments Xie Lian calms, his gag reflex remembering all the swords he spent years swallowing. His eyelashes flutter, fresh tears spilling down his cheeks, and he starts to breathe through his nose. Some drool leaks from the edges of his lips stretched around Jun Wu’s cock. Jun Wu groans, thrusting against that sweet pout. His balls press against Xie Lian’s chin, Xie Lian’s nose flush with the dark hair at the base of Jun Wu’s cock.
It’s perfect.
Xie Lian keeps his hands on Jun Wu’s thighs just like he’s been taught. Jun Wu keeps hold of his hair and starts to thrust, fucking Xie Lian’s throat like he’s going to fuck his ass later tonight. He pulls most of the way out and slams in deep every time, making sure Xie Lian takes all of him. The shocked, punched-out noises Xie Lian makes around his cock are finer than any music Heaven has ever made.
He wants to savor it, but Xie Lian is so good that soon Jun Wu is growling and slamming home harder. Xie Lian chokes on a sob, gagging a little, and that wrecked noise—combined with the heat of his throat—is what finally sends Jun Wu over the edge. He comes hard down his boy’s throat, swearing as pleasure whites out his vision.
Xie Lian swallows all of it, every last drop. It’s what Jun Wu trained him to do, but even as he strokes Xie Lian’s cheeks, Jun Wu reflects that it’s still a bit of a shame. Xie Lian looked so good the first few times they did this, with Jun Wu’s come spilling from his nose and mouth, eyes blown wide with shock.
Finally, Jun Wu pulls back. Xie Lian falls back hard, panting open-mouthed. His face is wrecked: lips swollen and red, drool leaking from the corner of his lips. He’s wonderful.
“You’ve done so well today, Xianle,” Jun Wu purrs. He pulls Xie Lian up into his arms again, wrapping Xie Lian’s robes around his shoulders, kissing away his tears and licking at his sore mouth. Xie Lian lets him, even curls weakly into Jun Wu’s arms, clearly exhausted.
Jun Wu spends a few minutes delighting in how pliant and lovely Xie Lian is after he’s been fucked. His captive prince slowly relaxes, letting Jun Wu move him how he likes as his body recalls the months of training and conditioning Jun Wu put him through. Being away was hard on him, Jun Wu thinks; he didn’t have his Emperor to touch him, guide him, hold him close at night, show his body how it’s meant to be used and enjoyed.
Perhaps the trip away was still too early in Xie Lian’s education. But Jun Wu thought it was important to give Xie Lian his head, let him do the kind of work he’s so dedicated to. Xie Lian isn’t ready to know Jun Wu’s true identity, or how deeply their fates are intertwined.
Right now he just needs his Emperor to show him the way. It’s a duty Jun Wu is only too glad to fulfill.
* * * * *
Once Xie Lian has recovered a little, Jun Wu sets him to one of his favorite tasks. Xie Lian comes with him to an audience chamber, where he crawls under the table to kneel on a few pillows immediately in front of Jun Wu’s spread thighs. There he takes up the position he’ll be in for the rest of the afternoon: on hands and knees before his Emperor, warming Jun Wu’s cock with his sweet mouth.
Despite his initial horror of it, he’s taken very well to this particular duty. Jun Wu strokes his hair gently under the table as Xie Lian mouths at his cock. At over 2,000 years old, Jun Wu is more than capable of staying hard the rest of the afternoon—and even if he found it a challenge, the warmth of Xie Lian’s lips and tongue around his length would get him the rest of the way.
Jun Wu sees official after official, giving his careful attention to their complaints and concerns. His face and voice give nothing away: to all appearances, his penitents have his complete attention. Now and then Xie Lian will shiver, clutching at Jun Wu’s thigh as anxiety or shyness overcomes him despite his protected spot. Every time, Jun Wu is quick to cradle Xie Lian’s face, to reassure his boy with his touch and his presence, and every time, Xie Lian settles down again to the task he’s been given.
If any of the Heavenly Officials find the amount of time Xie Lian spends at Jun Wu’s side suspect—and it’s entirely possible that some of them do—none of them dare to mention it. One day, Jun Wu will give them more to gossip about.
He dreams of the day when Xie Lian is so completely his that he will suck his Emperor’s cock in the Great Martial Hall before the entirety of Heaven. When every miserable clinging god sees Jun Wu’s treasure in his lap, speared open on the Emperor’s cock… ah, that day will be marvelous indeed. But Xie Lian is still far too shy to be able to tolerate anything so public, and so Jun Wu waits.
In the meantime, it’s his pleasure and his duty to make sure that Xie Lian is stuffed full of him every moment of the day, so that he never forgets who he belongs to.
Because he has been gone for almost five days, Xie Lian eats dinner with him, alone. He sits in Jun Wu’s lap, is hand-fed dinner by his Emperor. Afterwards, Jun Wu takes a long hot bath with him. He fills the enormous tub with scalding water and fine scented oils, then settles Xie Lian in front of him, back to chest.
This is one of his favorite things to do: hold Xie Lian close and naked, letting his hands roam wherever they like over his pet’s body. When they first started his training, Xie Lian would shy away from Jun Wu’s touch, hunch in on himself and tremble like he was about to fly apart. Now he lies soft and pliant against Jun Wu’s chest, eyes half-shut, shivering now and then as Jun Wu enjoys him.
Jun Wu makes sure to touch Xie Lian everywhere: his hole (the plug finally removed, replaced with Jun Wu’s fingers), his cock, his balls, his long hair, his nipples and throat, his mouth. It’s less foreplay than possession, reminding Xie Lian that his body belongs to his Emperor to be enjoyed how Jun Wu pleases. Jun Wu owns him. He can do with Xie Lian what he likes, and so all their alone time is spent reinforcing that fact.
He spends quite some time with one hand encircling Xie Lian’s throat while leisurely finger-fucking his tongue with the other. Xie Lian winds up with his head tilted back against Jun Wu’s shoulder with three fingers down his throat and four more in his ass, eyes glazed over as Jun Wu bites fresh marks into his shoulder.
After that he takes Xie Lian to bed. Of course, his boy needs to be fucked hard and deep before they retire, so that he’ll sleep as well as he should. So Jun Wu folds Xie Lian in half, knees pressed all the way back to his shoulders beneath him as Jun Wu stuffs his hole. Even with the plug inside him for five days, even after being fingered open in the bath, Jun Wu’s thick cock can barely fit inside. Xie Lian’s plush ass is deliciously tight around him, pulling him in so sweetly.
Jun Wu takes his time, pinning Xie Lian’s wrists against the bed before setting up a rough and steady rhythm. The slap of his thighs against Xie Lian’s ass fills the room, punctuated by the shocked cries and gasps Xie Lian lets out when Jun Wu slams home.
This is how Jun Wu likes Xie Lian best: caged in by Jun Wu’s arms and legs, his slight frame dwarfed by his Emperor’s body above him. A delicious flush spreads up his whole chest into his throat and face, tears starting in his eyes from how well he’s being fucked. His ass grows steadily pinker, clapped raw from the slap of Jun Wu’s thighs, with his pretty hole stretched open on the fat cock driven deep inside him.
Jun Wu comes buried inside his pet, groaning his satisfaction into Xie Lian’s neck. He spends a few minutes cleaning them both up, and then he rearranges them in the bed, settling his exhausted, fucked-out pet on his side and wrapping around him from behind. Jun Wu slides back into Xie Lian’s red, twitching hole and settles in—they’ll spend the night like this, Jun Wu still sheathed inside Xie Lian.
Not a day goes by when Xie Lian is empty of him. Nor will there ever be.