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Wei Wuxian laughed sometimes when he remembered his youthful certainty that a life in the Cloud Recesses, with all its many rules and archaic traditions, would be utterly unbearable.
That was before he'd married Lan Zhan, of course. And then the blissful haze of days-long "everyday"s during his last heat had landed him in this position: Hanguang-jun's beloved omega spouse, pregnant with a little baby Lan.
That was when he learned of what quickly became his favorite of the Lan traditions: blessings.
Wei Wuxian woke the way he did most mornings of late—naked and pleasantly sore and wrapped around his husband. And horny, of course. Still soft and groggy, he ground his fat little clit against Lan Zhan's thigh.
"Good morning, Wei Ying," Lan Zhan murmured—from behind him. Eh? Wei Wuxian thought back through the fog of first awakening to recall being rocked to sleep by the motion of the brothers' cocks in his holes last night. This must be Lan Xichen Wei Ying was humping then. He rolled his hips in another lazy circle against his brother-in-law's leg and smiled to himself. Lan Xichen didn't always sleep over, but Wei Wuxian knew Lan Zhan loved it when he did. "Xiongzhang wished to be the first to offer you and the little one blessings this morning," Lan Zhan confirmed.
"Well, you know I won't say no to that," Wei Wuxian agreed cheerfully. Lan Xichen, who was of course already awake, took that as his cue to grab him around the waist and lift Wei Wuxian easily on top of him. Wei Wuxian planted his palms atop Lan Xichen’s broad chest and wriggled around to settle himself more comfortably. His belly was just a cute little pooch so far, their baby still months away, but lately Wei Wuxian had started feeling them moving around inside, a curious, wonderful sensation but not always the most pleasant.
"Good morning, Xichen-ge," Wei Wuxian said with a cheerful grin. He could feel the soft scratch of Lan Xichen’s pubic hair against his sensitive pussy and the warm firmness of Lan Xichen’s morning erection behind. He could also feel the baby sitting heavily on his very full bladder. "As I'm sure you're aware, I really gotta pee."
Lan Xichen grinned up at him. It was not his normal, vaguely pleasant Sect Leader grin, but a wicked, lascivious thing Wei Wuxian had immensely enjoyed getting to become familiar with these last months. "As I'm sure you're aware, that's why I like being your first blessing of the day." With that, he lifted Wei Wuxian again and slid his cock into his cunt.
Lan Xichen’s cock was—in Wei Wuxian’s opinion—a thing of beauty, as long as Lan Zhan's and just a little thicker, with a slight upward curve that rubbed deliciously against Wei Wuxian’s inner walls in this position. He ground down against Lan Xichen with a groan as his brother-in-law began to thrust his hips. It was good, so good, pressing deep into his slick pussy and filling him perfectly. "Ooh, Xichen-ge, that feels amazing," Wei Wuxian sighed.
When he felt Lan Zhan behind him, he leaned forward, assuming his husband planned to resume his position from the night before. Lan Zhan, however, pushed him further forward, and Wei Wuxian felt the prod of his cockhead where Lan Xichen was already filling him up. "Lan Zhan, I don't think that's gonna fit," Wei Wuxian protested.
His husband only continued his efforts to press in. "We can fit," he said stubbornly. "You were already asleep last night, and you deserve to feel it." Wei Wuxian moaned at the mental image of his fucked out pussy stretched wide around both their cocks while he slept peacefully through the whole thing. He loved being used like that, cherished and pleasured even while unconscious. Lan Zhan slipped in alongside Lan Xichen, and between the cocks and the baby and his bladder, Wei Wuxian almost couldn't breathe for the fullness.
"Lan Zhan, Xichen-ge, Lan Zhan," he panted as they began to thrust together, "it's too much, I'm gonna— I can't—"
"Let it go, Wei Wuxian," Lan Xichen said, reaching between them to rub his fingers over Wei Wuxian’s clit and press the heel of his palm up into his aching bladder.
Wei Wuxian surrendered with a sob of pleasure, warm piss gushing hot over Lan Xichen’s groin and fingers and soaking into the bedclothes beneath them. The sheer relief tipped him straight into his first orgasm of the day, and it was only Lan Zhan's strong arms that held him upright as his body went slack. Lan Xichen pulled his fingers away from Wei Wuxian’s twitching clit just before it all became too much, sliding them between his lips with a groan of his own as he savored the taste of Wei Wuxian's morning pleasure.
"Filthy," Lan Zhan teased, hooking his chin over Wei Wuxian's shoulder to watch his brother slurp with relish on his messy fingers. "If you blessed Wei Ying with your mouth, do you think you would come from him pissing down your throat?" Lan Xichen and Wei Wuxian groaned in unison, and Wei Wuxian felt the pressure in his cunt increase again as Lan Xichen’s knot began to inflate.
Wei Wuxian expected Lan Zhan to slip out, but he merely pressed in closer, watching greedily as Lan Xichen came and squeezing Wei Wuxian's chest in time with the throbs of his brother's cock. The stretch was obscene in the best way, and Wei Wuxian was coming once more before he knew it, milking the cocks inside him like his body was trying to get pregnant again.
He might have dozed off again on the waves of sensation while waiting out Xichen's knot. Lan Zhan was still hard when Lan Xichen finally slipped out, and Wei Wuxian realized his husband had no intention of coming just yet. "I dunno how you do that," he grumbled, not upset so much as amazed as ever at Lan Zhan's self-control.
"Wangji has always liked to tease himself," Lan Xichen said with a wink. "He's going to be hard all day watching you anyway, so might as well make a game of it."
Wei Wuxian nodded thoughtfully. "I think he also likes showing off that he's the big, hung alpha that knocked me up."
"I think I liked things better before you two learned to gang up on me," Lan Zhan said, sounding far too happy to really mean it.
Wei Wuxian had worried, at first, that the tradition of blessings would stir up his husband's jealous streak, but so far it had been almost the opposite. Lan Zhan practically beamed with pride these days, and never moreso than when his family and sect were lavishing attention on his pregnant husband. Speaking of...
"Has anyone else called dibs today, or should I just bathe and dress and see where the morning takes us?" Wei Wuxian asked stretching his arms over his head and snuggling back into Lan Zhan's lap. He could feel a trickle of slick and come escaping around Lan Zhan's cock.
"Sizhui will be back from his night hunt this afternoon," Lan Xichen chimed in. "I'm sure he'll want to offer his blessing later."
"The plug today, then," Lan Zhan decided. Wei Wuxian would never have expected it, but their sweet little radish had grown into a very horny omega who took immense enjoyment in sloppy seconds—or thirds, or fourths, or whatever the case may be—and Lan Zhan and Wei Wuxian were only too willing to indulge him. Wei Wuxian liked the plug too, keeping all his blessings safe inside.
The plug Lan Xichen slipped into him as Lan Zhan pulled out was soft and pleasantly squishy, made with some ritual magic of the Lan Sect that Wei Wuxian was itching to dig into just as soon as he was allowed. (Talisman experiments were decidedly not on the list of approved activities for a pregnant omega in the Lan Sect, which Wei Wuxian had reluctantly agreed was fair. His brain was too full of swimmy happy juices to really argue anyway, between the baby and all the delightful approved pregnancy activities.)
Once clean and dressed, Lan Zhan, Lan Xichen, and Wei Wuxian—necessarily less dressed than the other two—made their way to communal breakfast. They were stopped only a few times along the way, disciples offering minor blessings of kisses or a quick brush of fingers between Wei Wuxian's legs as they set off to their duties. He was buzzing with arousal by the time they arrived and took their places, and his arousal did not lessen as they ate—mostly due to Lan Zhan's habit of slipping his hand beneath Wei Wuxian's robes from time to time to keep it stoked. To be a pregnant omega in the Lan Sect was to be a horny omega, that the blessings of one's fertility might be shared with all.
After the meal, one of Wei Wuxian's favorite fellow Cloud Recesses residents approached, an older beta woman named Shen Qingwei. Her beta partner was Lan Yifeng, the sect's extremely no-nonsense head physician. Shen Qingwei obviously considered Wei Wuxian something of a kindred spirit, and had taken him under her wing even before his pregnancy.
"Good morning, Auntie!" he chirped. "Your hair is looking lovely this morning."
"Flatterer," Shen Qingwei shot back. "See that you keep your fingers out of it then. Hanguang-jun, perhaps you could help him?" She knelt gracefully on the cushion suddenly left unoccupied as Lan Zhan pulled Wei Wuxian into his lap and caught his wrists behind his back.
Wei Wuxian yelped, but Shen Qingwei ignored him in favor of flipping his robes aside and parting his knees to lower her mouth to Wei Wuxian's cunt. She smirked up at him when she found the fat base of the plug, but she merely traced around it with her tongue before sealing her lips around his clit. Blessings from Shen Qingwei were fast and hard in a way Wei Wuxian had not previously realized one could be with their mouth. In only a few short moments, the suction and the quick, firm, flicks of her tongue had him on the edge, and when she pressed against the base of his plug to fuck him with it, he tumbled over with a wail.
There was an approving murmur from the rest of the room, a sound Wei Wuxian would never have expected could be earned by coming in the dining hall before a few months ago. Shen Qingwei sat up and patted his robes and her hair back into place just as briskly as she'd knelt to bless him. "Good health to your spouse and your child, Hanguang-jun," she said formally, then with a wink to Wei Wuxian, added: "Enjoy the rest of your day."
"I like her so much," Wei Wuxian declared as she walked away.
"Yes, you always say that," Lan Wangji agreed with a kiss to his temple. He was fully hard again under Wei Wuxian's rear. "Are you ready for more?"
Three more disciples offered their blessing in the dining hall, each taking his ass upon finding his pussy plugged, leaving Wei Wuxian's back hole feeling almost as wet and sloppy as his front. Lan Wangji produced a slim, firmer plug for his ass, corking him up like a jar of fine wine before they set off to continue their day.
In the mornings, Wei Wuxian was responsiple for lightness and agility training with the youngest disciples while Lan Wangji taught sword forms to the older ones just forming their cores. Mostly, this consisted of keeping them moving until they were tired enough to sit through their late-morning lectures, but Wei Wuxian enjoyed it nevertheless. He'd always liked kids. At the end of the session, each of his pupils offered him a child's blessing — a pat or a kiss over the bump of his tummy. It was strange to think that one day the life he was carrying would be one of these baby Lans in their little white training robes.
After his morning class, Wei Wuxian worked in the library—theory only!—for a while, where he added a few more blessings of various types to his daily tally. Lan Xichen stopped by to bend him over a desk to add another load to his cunt and let him know that Lan Qiren had invited Wei Wuxian to take tea with him that afternoon. By the time Lan Zhan picked him up for a light lunch in the bunny meadow, Wei Wuxian was feeling delightfully sloshy inside.
After they ate, Lan Zhan held Wei Ying in his lap to make out for a while, fingering him to orgasm after orgasm that he swallowed down like the sweetest dessert. Wei Wuxian ground his ass against Lan Zhan's erection, begging and pleading and trying every trick he could to get his husband to throw him down and fuck him in the grass, but Lan Zhan only chuckled and promised, "Later." The tease!
Lan Zhan escorted him to Lan Qiren's private study, and Wei Wuxian blushed when his husband conspicuously left a second set of robes on a side table before departing.
"So," Lan Qiren asked, paying no attention to Wei Wuxian's embarrassment, "what progress have you made on the matter of the spirit-soothing arrays?" He poured the first of what Wei Wuxian knew would be several pots of tea, and Wei Wuxian struggled not to start squirming already while he gathered his thoughts.
Who knew that the venerable Teacher Lan would get off on watching someone wet themself?
Wei Wuxian had not gone since Lan Xichen's visit in the library, and he was squirming in earnest after the second pot when Lan Qiren drew out his cock to fondle himself. He was a beta, much smaller than his nephews, and Wei Wuxian felt his explanation of harmonic interactions die on his lips as he watched Lan Qiren stroke himself to hardness.
"Too distracted already?" Lan Qiren asked, darkly pleased. "Recitation, then." He poured Wei Wuxian another cup, watched him drink it, then said, "Spread your knees and begin with the rules for spouses."
Despite every part of his body screaming not to, Wei Wuxian assumed the position that would expose his inevitable failure of control to Lan Qiren and began to recite. He made it through the sections on honesty, mutual respect, and fidelity before he felt the first spurt of piss leak out and dribble onto his robes. Lan Qiren's eyes gleamed as he passed him another cup and then stood over him. Wei Wuxian swallowed it down and tried to resume his recitation, eyes glued to Lan Qiren's fist working over his cock. His lower half was throbbing with need, arousal and desperation in a heady mix that made his holes clench and spasm around their plugs.
"Do not run in the Cloud Recesses," Wei Wuxian blurted desperately, losing his place entirely as the urge to piss overwhelmed him. "Do not talk loudly. Do not— ah!— Do not degrade your speech with— hnnnngh— with profanit—ohhhhhhh fuck!"
Lan Qiren's hand flew over his fist as Wei Wuxian pissed himself for the second time that day, the warm stream painting a dark, wet bloom on his clothes as it soaked into the fabric. Heedless of the mess spreading across the floor, Lan Qiren stepped closer, and Wei Wuxian opened his mouth to receive his blessing.
Wei Wuxian cradled the hot tip of Lan Qiren’s cock on his tongue as he came with a quiet grunt in bitter-salt stripes, swallowing gratefully when he finished. Then Lan Qiren lowered his aim to piss across the front of Wei Wuxian's chest and lap, eyes closed in bliss at the release that he seemed to enjoy even more than the orgasm. Wei Wuxian smiled while Lan Qiren couldn't see him. It was charmingly filthy, really.
He schooled his face into proper humble appreciation as Lan Qiren’s stream slowed to a trickle and bowed. "This omega thanks Lan Xiansheng for his gracious blessing."
Lan Qiren snorted and patted his head. "It's good to see my nephew so happy, and to see our traditions upheld. It makes this old man feel young again." He tucked his cock away and nodded to the screen across the room. "There is warm water and a basin in the usual place. Leave your wet things for me to wash." Then he smiled at Wei Wuxian. "Come back later this week. I'd like to hear a more thorough explanation of your progress when you are less distracted."
Wei Wuxian cleaned up and changed, then departed. It still amazed him that he'd somehow made a friend of Lan Qiren.
He wandered the Cloud Recesses for a while, encountering a few more people and accepting a few more blessings—including a third from Lan Xichen, up against a wall this time—before making his way back to the Jingshi. Lan Zhan should be finishing his duties soon, and Wei Wuxian was willing to bet that after a whole day of his game of denial, he would not want to sit through another public meal.
He was delighted to find Sizhui and Jingyi sitting on the porch when he arrived, who jumped up in excitement to greet him.
"Wei qianbei!" Jingyi called out, eyeing Wei Wuxian's midsection. "Wow, did you start showing since we left, or are are you just that full of come today?"
"Jingyi!" Sizhui scolded, clearly torn between horror and laughter. "What kind of question is that?"
"A good one," Wei Wuxian answered with a waggle of his eyebrows, "since the answer is both. A little Zewu-jun told me you two were expected back today, so I've been saving up."
Sizhui blushed bright red when Wei Wuxian's meaning clicked. "For me?"
"Of course for you!" Wei Wuxian said, pulling him into a hug. "You're going to be this kiddo's big sort-of-brother, after all, but you'll always be my dearest little radish." He offered Sizhui a blessing of his own: a slow, sweet kiss on the lips that was anything but paternal. Then he pulled back and grinned at the two of them. "You boys wanna help me set a little scene for Hanguang-jun to come home to?"
Wei Wuxian couldn't have timed it better if he'd tried. They had all undressed and arranged themselves—Sizhui sprawled out on his stomach on the floor, eye level with Wei Wuxian's messy, fucked-out holes where he was spread wide over Jingyi's lap, speared on the young alpha's cock. Lan Zhan walked in right as Sizhui was easing the fat plug from Wei Wuxian’s cunt. Wei Wuxian smiled at the fire in his husband's eyes as Sizhui lowered his face hungrily to lap at the spend oozing from his hole.
"Welcome home, Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian said. "You're just in time to help me give Sizhui the treat your brother left for him."
There was a beat of perfect silence, and then Jingyi whispered, "Holy shit, you're full of Zewu-jun's come," not quite under his breath enough not to be heard.
Sizhui laughed against his pussy, which felt hilarious and made Wei Wuxian laugh, which made his muscles squeeze on Jingyi's cock, which made him groan and laugh at the same time, which started a feedback loop that had all three of them giggling. Even Lan Zhan's eyes softened and he huffed his little ghost of a laugh.
"Lan Jingyi, I've been fucked by almost every person in the Cloud Recesses lately, including Hanguang-jun and literally, currently, yourself—how is Zewu-jun a suprise?"
"Shut up," Jingyi laughed, pumping his hips up once to emphasize his words. "It just didn't occur to me that you'd curated your blessing storage today."
Sizhui popped off Wei Wuxian's pussy with a slurp. "Jingyi, you know the blessing isn't just come."
"I mean, it is kinda literally come though," Wei Wuxian argued, as Sizhui resumed his tongue-fucking. "Theirs or mine or at least the collective arousal and fertility of the Cloud Recesses and all that. You Lans are kinda freaky, you know."
Lan Zhan raised an amused eyebrow at him. "How many times did you let yourself be blessed today, Wei Ying?"
"Oh, who keeps count of that sort of thing," Wei Ying demurred. "I never said I wasn't kinda freaky too."
"Mn. You fit in well here," Lan Zhan agreed. He slid the door closed and settled himself on a cushion to watch, palming his erection through his robes. "Jingyi, Sizhui, please demonstrate how well my husband is beloved here."
The pair did not disappoint. Sizhui ate him out until Wei Wuxian was sobbing, then worked his fist into his cunt and made him come again like that. Jingyi, meanwhile, lasted until Sizhui's thumb slipped in before he popped his knot and added his come to the sloppy mess in his ass. All the while, Lan Zhan watched, slowly stroking himself through his clothes and burning Wei Wuxian to cinders with the heat of his gaze.
Wei Wuxian felt a throb in his chest, and Sizhui gasped, touching the fingers of his free hand to Wei Wuxian's nipple. "Your milk's come in," Lan Zhan said, awed and so, so proud.
Sizhui leaned towards Wei Wuxian's chest and licked his nipples, one after the other, lapping up the pearly beads of liquid. He closed his eyes and took one into his mouth, suckling like a baby even as he worked his fist within Wei Wuxian's cunt.
Wei Wuxian's entire body was full, throbbing, pulsing with every beat of his heart that was so full it couldn't help but spill over. He belonged here. He would always have a family here. A home. A life created by love that he'd carried in his body, blessed by the entire sect. Tears ran down his face and milk dripped down his chest, his joy overflowing from deep inside.
"Lan Zhan," he begged, not even sure what he was asking for, "Please."
In an instant, Lan Zhan was there, cradling Wei Wuxian’s head and kissing into his mouth like he wanted to devour him from the inside out. Wei Wuxian cried and came and let himself be held. Be blessed.
He floated for a while, until Jingyi's knot came down, until Sizhui eased his hand from Wei Wuxian’s cunt, until Lan Zhan bathed him and fed him bites of delicious something and carried him to bed. Finally, finally, Wei Wuxian felt his husband's cock enter him once more, thrusting slow and deep and reaching all the way to tap on the door of the secret place where Wei Wuxian was growing their child. He giggled at the thought.
"Lan Zhan, I love you so much," Wei Wuxian said, when he felt Lan Zhan's knot begin to swell. "Wanna have so many babies with you, stay like this forever."
"If that is what you want," Lan Zhan promised, placing a kiss on his forehead and pressing his knot deep into Wei Wuxian's cunt, "then that is what we shall do."
And so Wei Wuxian drifted off in his very favorite way: naked and pleasantly sore and as full of his husband's love as he could possibly be.