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Liu Qingge moaned and threw up an arm to brace himself against the headboard, but it did no good; Tianlang-jun, behind him, only laughed, low - not even out of breath, the bastard - and reached forward to wrap a strong arm around his waist, tugging him back.
Back onto that thick cock, bullying him wide, rubbing unmercifully over that sensitive spot within him, and Liu Qingge choked on a breath and managed,
"Too deep." His voice cracked on the words, shamefully, and it got worse when Tianlang-jun stilled inside, cock pressing directly on his spot. Liu Qingge could feel his cock jerking, dripping clear fluid onto the inn sheets beneath them, blatant proof of how much he... enjoyed this, being covered and fucked and-
"Poor Qingge," Tianlang-jun said, syrupy-sweet, hand spreading low over his abdomen as if in support. If it was meant to support Liu Qingge, it didn't do much, only compressed that swollen, needy place between Tianlang-jun's palm and his cock. He bent forward, and Liu Qingge shuddered at the soft brush of silver-and-black hair over the bare skin of his shoulders. "Is it too much for you to take?"
"No!" Liu Qingge snarled, and bucked back, only for Tianlang-jun to still him again effortlessly, laughing in delight. "I can take whatever you have." He was a Peak Lord of Cang Qiong, there was nothing that could be too much.
"Oh, Qingge," Tianlang-jun crooned, kissing the back of his shoulder, other hand falling to fondle his cock, "this venerable one is sure you can. He can feel Qingge's greedy hole tightening on his pillar, begging him to come in. Is Qingge ready?"
Liu Qingge shook the sweat-damp hair from his eyes, resettled his hands on the bed, and braced himself. "Yes."
"Good," Tianlang-jun said, more breath than sound against Liu Qingge's ear, and rose up, broad, strong hands cradling Liu Qingge's hips between them. "Prepare yourself."
His hips rolled back, cock withdrawing from Liu Qingge, leaving him so aware of his own emptiness, the cool air against his wet, twitching insides, and before he could say anything -
Tianlang-jun snapped his hips forward. His cock thrust deep, parting Liu Qingge's channel, sparking wildfires beneath his skin, and Liu Qingge's arms collapsed, leaving him to fall forward into the mattress with a wail. He couldn't catch his breath, couldn't make sense of the pleasure shattering inside him, could only pant open-mouthed against the pillow and stare, wide-eyed, at his cock spilling white. How had he come already-?
"Beautiful, Qingge," Tianlang-jun groaned, hilting himself and stopping with Liu Qingge's ass meeting his hips. His cock rested heavily inside Liu Qingge's body, heavy and hot, a width he could only clench around in spasmodic waves, whining at every wash of pleasured heat inside him. "You took all of this venerable one's pillar - such a perfect sheath to be filled."
Liu Qingge shoved an arm beneath him, readied to rise and bite something back about how Tianlang-jun's cock was not a sword, but then paused. Something new - hard, round - was pressing at his rim, and Tianlang-jun's cock shifted within him, seemed to flex.
"And such a good receptacle for my eggs," Tianlang-jun went on, and -
Liu Qingge's mind went blank. "What?" Was this what Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe were doing in their bamboo cottage? If so, he had questions!
"So strong, so flexible. You will protect them well inside you, and with my virility-" the egg popped through, and Liu Qingge shook, choked on a moan as it moved within him, resting heavily on his spot and making his cock jerk, worn dry, "-they cannot help but take."
Tianlang-jun's fingers flexed on Liu Qingge's hips, palms curled tight about the crests, and Liu Qingge could only twist to catch a glimpse of his face: drawn with ecstasy, red gleaming in his eyes, fangs pressing into his lower lip. Then he could only wail, broken and high, as the egg dropped free of Tianlang-jun's cock, nestling deep inside him.
It felt hard, about the size of a fist, a spot of constant, dull pressure that had him shivering, toes digging into the sheets. He shifted again, dragging his face across the wet spot where he'd drooled from pleasure like an undignified harlot, to peer beneath him, and sucked in a breath. There, about a handspan beneath his navel: a faint curve, like -
Humiliating arousal flashed white-hot inside him, a moan breaking free from his control -
Tianlang-jun laughed, the sound smoky, rich with pleasure and control, and rolled his hips again, groaning anew at the clutch of Liu Qingge around him. "Qingge likes that, does he? Being this venerable one's little broodmare, bred so full of my seed and eggs everyone can see how heavy he is, how fertile." Another egg arrived at Liu Qingge's hole, pressure increasing until he could do nothing but bear down and sob as it forced its way within.
"How many?" he managed, breathless, voice not at all the commanding tone that could carry across battlefields. Here, at least, he did not have to command, did not have to be in control - only had to accept.
Tianlang-jun bent down, his scent of sweat and incense and something indefinable, something demonic, strengthening. He nipped at Liu Qingge's ear, fangs a bright spark of sensation, and murmured,
"As much as Qingge can take. This one will fill you as full with my eggs and seed as I can, then plug you up so they stay. Care for you while they grow."
Liu Qingge moaned, pitiful, as the second egg pushed free of Tianlang-jun, rocking up against the first. He swore he could feel the click of the two shells meeting, reverberating within him, plucking at his meridians like the strings of a qin, filling him with pleasure that seemed too much to contain.
Another climax crashed down over him, this one half-pain, half-pleasure; his cock twitched and spilled nothing, coming dry; his breath froze in his throat on a cry; he shuddered, caught between the urge to jerk away from Tianlang-jun's cock and the urge to sink back on it, beg for more.
"Please," he managed, voice scraped raw, and did not know what he was begging for. His belly ached, skin starting to feel stretched thin, wrapped around the implacable weight and presence of the eggs inside him.
"Qingge sounds so sweet," Tianlang-jun said, and drew his teeth across the back of Liu Qingge's neck until he shivered. "How could this one not give him all he wishes?"
Another egg, pressing him wide, and Liu Qingge bowed his head and received.