Archive of Our Own

Shen Yuan had come to find that transmigration came with a lot of perks. It helped that he had transmigrated into the body of a powerful peak lord, had lots of wonderful students, and he got to fight awesome monsters which were generally pretty cool. There were, of course, still issues with PIDW’s plot: Luo Binghe, dying a couple of times, etc. But ever since Shen Yuan had completed the main storyline and hijacked the protagonist all to himself, there hadn’t been very much following info, or problems, from the system itself. 

Every once in a while a bonus mission would pop up, but he tended to avoid them more often than not. Such missions frequently led to elaborate leftover wife plots that ended with his dear husband bending him three ways from Monday. Not that that was bad! But Shen Yuan’s ass needed a break sometimes. It was truly the only part of his post-marital life that could use some help. Luo Binghe’s hunger-for-Shizun was formidable and never-ending. On the one hand, Shen Yuan certainly never had to doubt that Binghe was anything less than perfectly satisfied in their marriage, but in terms of personal opinion, there was much to be improved in their sex life. 

Shen Yuan hadn’t had much experience with sex prior to transmigrating, and that heavenly pillar was just so damn big. Assholes stretched, but it took significant patience and relaxation, and Luo Binghe was not known for his patience. Sex was always just on the wrong side of painful, although Binghe was sincerely apologetic and often tried to make it up through other means. His mouth was getting quite talented. 

“Ah, woe is us cucumber-bro, dying unfucked. You could say we were ‘virgins in reality, sluts in paradise’,” Shang Qinghua said one evening over paperwork at Qing Jing peak, before receiving a reprimanding rap to the forehead from Shen Yuan’s fan. 

Shen Yuan had been too uncomfortable and dysphoric with the idea of anyone seeing him like that, especially seeing as he was born, well, a girl in another life. The online Cucumber-bro moniker had helped Shen Yuan figure out how he identified, and present as such to the online community. Socially transitioning was one thing, having someone else see his naked body in real life was quite another. Shen Yuan hadn’t heard about many trans people existing here in this universe, but it didn’t matter much this time around. Transmigrating took care of that part of it anyway. Shen Qingqui’s flat chest and average but fully functioning appendage were perfectly fine for him, for a time. 

Yet despite what he assumed would happen, which was being content to live his life as a happily cisgender man, Shen Yuan still found himself uncomfortable looking down at his body sometimes. His ctrl-alt-deleted boobs were much more natural to him, but it still felt strange when his flaccid dick flopped around between his thighs and under his robes, always touching some other part of his skin. It took a lot of getting used to when he had first transmigrated, and instead of fading over time, it only worsened. Perhaps it was not exactly dysphoria, but neither was it near complete acceptance. Bodies are weird, Shen Yuan had decided democratically. 

Although, now he felt that he should have looked into it more when he still had access to safeanal.org or whatever was available on modern-day internet. There wasn’t a totally reliable equivalent in this universe, other than oil and that was a whole nother nightmare of mess and stained sheets. It seemed Shen Yuan’s poor raw asshole was paying the price; what he wouldn’t give for some regular lube or even good old Vaseline. 

Luo Binghe was currently on a fortnight-long strategic tour of the western borderlands. There had been some rumours of a demon tribe in unrest, a particular lord who fancied himself above the strict laws of not-eating-human-farmers that lived near their territory. Luo Binghe insisted that while Shen Yuan’s presence was not required, as the situation required a good deal of demonic posturing (read: pissing contest), he would still be sorry for going so long. Shen Yuan scoffed and brushed his husband off, saying he would be fine. 

Shen Yuan would be fine, and should’ve been happy for a break from continuous all-night fucking, but after a week his resolve to stave off loneliness waned. Before long, Shen Yuan found himself skulking around the palace, occupying spaces he would normally share with his husband. He read in his bamboo courtyard, practiced Qin in his preferred sitting room, but soon he was too unmotivated to do much other than put clothes on. He could be lazy once in a while right? Although perhaps it was not laziness, but worry. Shen Yuan could admit in the comfort of solitude how much happiness Luo Binghe brought to his daily life; eating breakfast together, brushing and tying up each other’s hair, the small intimacies of marriage.

“Cucumber-bro! Come on, this is a little pathetic,” exclaimed Shang Qinghua, having burst through the lounge doors on the seventh day. Upon finding Shen Yuan reclined on a couch, hair undone, looking forlorn as he read an old cultivation manual, he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “Seriously. It's sad. You can’t be without your dear lord husband for more than a few days?”

Shen Yuan really appreciated having another transmigrator to talk to in this world, but Shang Qinghua could truly irritate him like no other.

“Shut up! I am feeling perfectly fine. I don’t miss Binghe,” he said. “And it’s been more than a few days.” 

Shang Qinghua snorted in response. Shen Yuan shot him a sharp look, but silently relaxed his shoulders in defeat. 

“I’m just- it’s quiet here! and I don’t have a forum moderator position to keep me busy anymore.” 

Shang Qinghua rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I was sad about that too. I mean, my moderator score was insane. Then I got over it. We’re in a xianxia world dude! Let’s go see some monsters and shit. You can even level up more if you want.” 

That actually didn’t seem like a bad idea. With some help from the loyal palace servants, Shen Yuan got dressed and ready for a quick excursion into demon lands, with Xiu Ya strapped to his waist and a fully packed qiankun bag just in case. Shang Qinghua had heard that there was a Wish-granting Dragon visiting in the forests near Madam Meiyin’s succubus lair (Shen Yuan was actually a frequent visitor, seeing as her subordinate succubi were exceptional at fan art). If they caught it, perhaps they’d be granted a wish. 

“Although,” said Shang Qinghua distractedly as they walked along the edge of the forest, eyes unfocused as he tried to recall his own writing. “I feel as though I remember there being some kind of catch to the wishes. Something about learning a lesson? Introspective knowledge about one’s inner self?” 

Shen Yuan gave a bark of laughter. “Love yourself! Accept yourself. Very on-brand for a hero journey. Did Binghe catch this dragon in the original storyline?” He asked. 

Shang Qinghua shook his head. “No, no. This was like a side-plot for one of Luo Binghe’s wives, number 87 I think. She was a plain girl who used magic to change her face and body to a peerless beauty, incomparable to all others. She was a typical social climber, backstabbing any and all in her way to get into Binghe’s harem and bed. The feelings between them were lukewarm however, so she went to find the wish dragon so he could make Luo Binghe fall madly in love with her. Obviously something happened, but I can’t remember if the arc ended with passionate fucking or if he killed her for treason… both had happened in other storylines at that point...” 

Shen Yuan looked at his friend like there were tentacles coming out of his ears. Romantic or tragic? They both seemed terrible!

Shang Qinghua noticed the staring and asked, “What? Something on my face?” 

Shen Yuan smacked him on the arm in frustration. 

“What the hell kind of story line is this? Do you have some kind of sadistic intent towards your own characters? Poor Binghe! Either he gets a wife who has been lying to him, or he gets to kill her? What is WRONG with you!” 

Shang Qinghua hopped away from the danger zone of Shen Yuan’s formidable fan. His hands were raised above his head in a protective manner as he squealed, “Sorry, sorry! My audience liked hot morally grey characters, Bro. Why do you think people, like you by the way, kept stanning Luo Binghe? He was obviously evil and sexy and you all demanded more.” 

Shen Yuan raised his fan in front of his face, covering up the embarrassing red blooming on his cheeks. 

“I- I did NOT stan Luo Binghe! and morally grey? These characters aren’t morally grey, they’re straight up conniving and distrustful. How was Binghe supposed to learn how to trust anyone when his own wives kept betraying him? No wonder he was unstable.” Shen Yuan did not comment on the hot part.

Shang Qinghua snorted in laughter as they ventured into the forest, skirting down a path that ran parallel to a small stream. “Yeah? That’s the whole point. You were on the forums, you must have seen the threads. Everyone was all, ooooh he’s so evil and sexy and mentally unstable, my little chaos goblin, etc. People like relatable leads.”

“How is he relatable in any way? He’s ridiculously OP, has a cock the size of Jeff Bezos dick rocket, and is the most beautiful man in both realms. No one even compares.” Shen Yuan wiped the sweat from his brow and hiked up his robes, concentrating on the uneven ground. 

“See now you’re just brag-“ 

The water of the stream burst upwards into the air, spiralling up like a sudden tornado had managed to form in the middle of a dark forest floor. The sound startled both transmigrators, who quickly sprung into action and spun away from the edge of the river. Shen Yuan leaned his head back and stared up as the water spiral climbed higher and higher, until he realised that it was not water that was spinning. As much as it looked like water, the shimmering fluorescent scales reflected the wetness of the stream, glistening and sliding off of it and back to the earth. It looked white and nearly translucent, reminding Shen Yuan of the mother of pearl murals that decorated his library at the palace. The wish dragon raised itself up in the air and uncoiled its long snake-like body onto a tree, massive maw and two long floating whiskers flicking back and forth. The branches groaned under the strength of its 4 claws, and its curious eyes peered down at the two human intruders, intelligence gleaming as it gazed intensely. 

Before it could launch an attack, Shen Yuan released a flurry of leaves, dashing to Shang Qinghua and taking his arm. 

“Get on your sword!” Shen Yuan hissed. The dragon flicked its long tail, and the leaves were deflected to the ground. 

Shang Qinghua protested, but got on his sword nonetheless, “Um, BRO, don’t we need our swords to fight it?” 

Shen Yuan mounted Xiu Ya and rose into the air. “Not if the goal is to capture it, idiot! We shouldn’t hurt it.” 

The dragon slithered through the air towards them, moving much like a snake through water. Shen Yuan would have stopped to stare in wonder if he wasn’t so busy evading it. Shang Qinghua flew not too far away towards his left side, but the dragon was clearly following the Qing Jing Peak Lord. A shaky plan occurred to Shen Yuan.

“Airplane bro!” He called through the air. “Let’s double back and use the fisherman’s arc array!”

“Fisherman’s arc? What are you talking about!” Shang Qinghua yelled back in confusion. 

“From PIDW! The way Binghe captured the sea creature to win the hand of the princess! 

“OHHHHHHH!”

In unison, they turned back their swords and doubled back towards the stream, the dragon breezing past them. Shen Yuan put extra pressure on the tip of his sword and willed it to move faster, zipping dangerously past branches and leaves. Soon enough the sound of branches bending and snapping under monstrous weight got louder and louder. As the stream came to sight, Shen Yuan threw a series of talisman anchors, attaching his Qi and connecting them across the trees. Shang Qinghua did the same, 20 metres across. 

A glistening golden net was formed of the many lines, and as they turned to look back, the wish dragon came speeding through the trees, eyes bright with power. It crashed right against the net, dislodging it from the talisman anchors and falling in a jumble back into the river. 

Shang Qinghua let out a whoop that sounded like a mix of excitement and bewilderment. “I can’t believe that worked.” 

Shen Yuan put a hand out in warning. 

“Wait! It could still attack. Keep your guard up.”

Both cultivators stood still, staring down at the water that churned like a boiling pot of milky white rice. Shen Yuan stepped a fraction closer, inspecting the water intently. He could feel Shang Qinghua fidgeting in his spot.

“Maybe we should-“ he inquired quietly. 

Shen Yuan felt the characteristic throbbing of that single vein in his forehead. “Stop it! Who was the one who did his research?” 

“...you did.”

“And who is the one who can’t remember fuck all of the book he himself wrote?” 

“...I am.”

“Exactly. So shut up and don’t move!” Shen Yuan was never going night hunting with his Airplane bro again. Binghe was just so much more competent. 

The water of the river was settling down into stillness, unnaturally so. Before the dragon entered, the water flowed down towards a lake in the distance, bubbling softly over rocks and fresh moss. Now the surface grew steady, so smooth it appeared solid, reminding Shen Yuan of the ice rinks and hot chocolate of winter childhood days. Pure crystalline spiritual energy vibrated off the water like steam. 

Shang Qinghua took a step back. 

“Bro-“

“NO!”

An invisible spiritual wave knocked Shang Qinghua to the ground, pushing at him rhythmically until he was trapped against a willow tree and could not move. The vines moved back and forth like invisible wind, reaching and wrapping around each of Shang Qinghua’s limbs. 

God fucking dammnit! How could an author be so shitty he doesn’t remember the fighting styles he gave his characters? As few as there were, Shen Yuan recalled the fighting styles of dragons in PIDW! as distinctly feline, reacting to movement and proximity like a big cat stalking prey. The closer one was, the more of the creature's attention one held. If one tried to run away, it would undoubtedly follow. The willow vines wrapped tight around Shang Qinghua, hoisting his struggling body into the air. 

If Shen Yuan took a step in his direction, he would be inviting danger! 

“Cucumber bro!! Help-“

The willow vines quickly wrapped around his mouth, stifling any words of distress. Shen Yuan cursed the god of tentacle monsters, if there was one, and ran to aid his friend. 

He managed to dispatch a quick volley of precise leaves, cutting off enough vines to let Shang Qinghua breathe and reach for his sword, before he felt something smooth and wet curl around his ankle and snake up his leg. He had barely looked down to see one of the dragon’s tactile whiskers disappearing up his robes and touching his inner thigh before he was yanked off his feet, face down in the soft earth. The whisker pulled with almighty strength, dragging him across the forest floor towards the deadly silent white water, murky and foreboding. 

“Shang Qinghua! You motherless bastard, pig-faced, uncreative dickwad-“ Unfortunately, Shen Yuan could not continue his insults underwater. 

Once he was submerged, direction lost meaning. Neither the surface nor the bottom of the river could be felt, and no matter how hard Shen Yuan kicked he went nowhere. Once he opened his mouth, however, he found he did not need to breathe. 

My my. You’re a strange one aren’t you?

The words echoed in Shen Yuan’s mind, sounding like whooshing waves in his ears. The currents of the river turned this way and that, manipulating this body with the strength of the water, turning him over as though inspecting him. Although Shen Yuan could see very little through the pearlescent water, he could surmise what was happening. The dragon was circling him. 

I hear what you humans whisper about us creatures of the ancient world. Travellers like to tell stories on the roads. Great ballads and poems that are known by old men and children alike. 

Shen Yuan did not dare to speak, if he even could underwater. Did this dragon want to… monologue at him? It didn’t much feel like a typical gloating villain. 

I am from before demons and humans lived in separate realms, when energy was abundant in the earth and the sea and the sky. I have seen more of time than the oldest demons imprisoned under mountains.

The tone of the indescribable ancient voice was one of… amused curiosity. 

And yet, I have never seen a mortal soul quite like yours. You and your friend do not speak of me as a marvel of cultivational intrigue. Your strange words and soul… are not of this world. 

Ah. Uh sorry? Thought Shen Yuan. Would the Dragon hear his thoughts?

Yes. I can hear your thoughts, little one. 

Oh. Shen Yuan was not too proud to admit to himself that the wording irked him. Little?

The soft rumble of water that answered reminded him of laughter.

I see your soul’s strange essence within the body you inhabit. It fits…

The dragon trailed off in thought.

...adequately. You believe yourself to be lucky to have received a body that can be desired, but it does not fit you quite right does it? 

Lucky is not how I would have put it. Shen Yuan thought semi-bitterly. The mess he had made of his own and Binghe’s lives could not be entirely blamed on fate and which person’s body he transmigrated in; His own predisposition to miscommunication was a large factor. Enough time had passed that Shen Yuan felt much more at peace with his husband and their collective past mistakes. 

However, a niggling subject rose at the back of his mind. Shen Yuan tried to resist his mind’s impulse to wander off, but could not. Once again, he was reminded of what his body used to look like, of the soft dips at his hips that he would never admit he missed and the strange indifference he held to his transmigration-acquired genitals. Once in another lifetime, he wore a packer occasionally and would’ve given a literal flap of skin off his arm for a penis. Now, it was too uncomfortable to even discuss how weird he felt towards it. 

Sure, he could use it. Peeing was, well, fine, and when Binghe used his mouth or hand it was… fine. Shen Yuan realized that perhaps ‘fine’ was not a particularly positive opinion to have towards sex. He did, of course, feel in his heart and bones that he was happy living and being male. And yet… real dick was super weird, man.

I have never possessed human form but, yes, I suppose it is.

Damn. The dragon could really hear everything, huh.

Yes.

Ok. Well I didn’t think this nighthunt would turn into an impromptu therapy session with an all-knowing mythical creature, you know? Shen Yuan thought in an accusatory tone. 

The rumbling laughter returned. 

...I have never met a soul quite like yours. Very strange indeed. Perhaps we can make that body fit you a bit better, yes?

Wait, what?

I’ve used my powers in a similar fashion in the past, but to teach a lesson to wicked souls who tried to slay me for their own gain, to spread some much needed wisdom into human lives. For you, strange little one, I will grant a blessing. You truly did only want to catch me right?

Shen Yuan recalled his net idea to ShangQinghua earlier, and his insistence on not doing harm to the dragon. They were exceedingly rare creatures after all, even in a stallion novel setting. 

Enjoy. If you find in your heart that you wish to reverse your gift, the power to do so will find you. Goodbye.

Shen Yuan floated softly through the water during their mental conversation, but suddenly felt the gentle tendrils of spiritual energy touching him all over. Oh god, not the fucking tentacles again. 

They spun him, faster and faster until he could not tell his body apart from the pure white energy that encapsulated his whole being. With a force that felt almost like getting spit like a piece of tobacco into a can, Shen Yuan was flung out of the water and onto the damp forest floor. His layers and layers of sopping wet robes clung close to his skin and made him feel like a wobbly baby horse. 

“Bro! Thank God," cried Shang Qinghua. He rushed over from where he had been hacking at his offending Willow tree, which seemed to be whipping him in the ass anytime he turned his back. A yelp preceded his arrival before he slumped to the ground with Shen Yuan. He wiped his brow, which held the furrowing wrinkles of worry.  “Binghe would’ve literally murdered me if anything happened to you.” 

“Don’t be dramatic. Binghe would probably only maim. He’d still need you alive to figure out where I am,” Shen Yuan answered as nonchalantly as he could, wiping his long wet hair out of his face. 

Shang Qinghua’s anxious hands patted at his chest. “Gee thanks, bro. That makes me feel so much better.”

Shen Yuan shook off his friend in exasperation. “Stop fussing like some overbearing mother! I am fine.” When he sat back on his knees to wring his hair out, Shen Yuan moved slowly, waiting for the inevitable moment he had to adjust his external junk accordingly, and instead felt… nothing. No balls to uncomfortably shimmy around so he didn’t painfully crush them against his ass, no dick flopping this way and that, trapped awkwardly in his tight wet robes.

Oh. Oh no. 

The shock of it must have shown on Shen Yuan’s face because even clueless Shang Qinghua immediately sensed something was terribly wrong.

“What is it? Did the wish Dragon fuck you?” He asked in a panic.

Shen Yuan’s eyes widened and he felt his cheeks immediately redden, “What? No. No.” He paused for a moment. “Is that a thing?”

“Ehhhh, I remember writing some monster-human breeding storylines, but I wasn't sure if there was a dragon at some point…”

“Nooooooooo. Oh god now I can’t stop thinking about it.” 

“Oh boo, you prude! Did you talk to the dragon? What did it say? What did you say? Did it grant a wish?” 

Shen Yuan finally found his fan amidst the folds of his increasingly cold robes and smacked his friend on the arm rather hard. 

“Let me fucking breathe! And it wasn’t a wish dragon, exactly. More like a weird, cryptic, wise NPC that hands out a DLC story arc.”

Shang Qinghua stood back up and held out a hand, more relaxed now that Shen Yuan was obviously fine enough to be smacking him around. “Ooooh a DLC arc starter. Have you now downloaded Kung Fu like Neo?”

“... no. When did I say the Dragon was voiced by Lawrence Fisburne?” Shen Yuan joked with forced levity, aggressively ignoring his newfound lack-of-peen and reserving the freakout out for the comfort of his own rooms. 

Shang Qinghua laughed, and jested back, “Well then, is your new story arc at least a beautifully concocted trans-journey-allegory like the genius of the Wachowskis? No, cuz it was written by me, and I’m nowhere near that brilliant,” a response to their shared knowledge of specific pop culture references that not a single soul of their current universe would understand.

Shen Yuan choked on air, waved away his friend’s concern, and resolutely decided not to inform Shang Qinghua about how close to the truth he’d gotten. 

Shen Yuan could not stop looking at himself in the mirror. 

After he’d given Shang Qinghua a watered down account of his weird conversation with the dragon (“I can’t believe I keep missing these awesome cutscenes with MY OWN CREATIONS T_T”), Shen Yuan retired to his wing of the palace for a good old fashioned mental breakdown. 

Sitting on the ground beside his massive bed, he put his head between his knees and tried to breathe. Wtf wtf wtf! Shen Yuan must have imagined that right? There is no way, in all of the ridiculousness of this world, that an all-knowing magical wish Dragon had given him a pussy as a fucking blessing!! Shen Yuan hadn’t even looked at first, to be completely honest. Pushing his robes aside, he shimmied his hand into his trousers and felt underneath the cloth for his dick, praying he’d somehow been mistaken and it had just gotten smaller or something.

To Shen Yuan’s utter surprise, he did in fact feel something protruding. Feeling around less tentatively he pushed his fingers lower. The soft pad of his thumb rubbed against the protrusion and his right thigh twitched involuntarily. It felt so incredibly sensitive, connected like a livewire, crackling and sparking something deep in his gut, twisting in apprehension and anticipation. Below it, Shen Yuan confirmed his suspicions; his fingers parted skin delicately and found his brand-spanking-new pussy. 

Despite being more familiar with these parts, Shen Yuan was starting to think he was going into shock. There was a numbness spreading all through his limbs, and the calm that came with it made him feel both terrified and invincible. A voice hidden behind Shen Yuan’s left ear that sounded much like himself screamed at him to stop, and his fingers stilled. Hovering over himself, he stopped for a few seconds, shaking in indecision. Anxiety swooped in his stomach, the nice kind, the trembly light butterfly kind, and that set his mind to it. Shen Yuan pulled his hand out of his pants in determination. 

Set on a more investigative objective, he’d planted himself in front of his gigantic mirror and taken off every piece of clothing without hesitation. Better to rip it off like a bandaid. It wasn’t often that Shen Yuan stared at his own body so intently, as he still found it somewhat uncomfortable these days. Now his eyes were glued to the mirror, and his hands wandered over creamy soft skin. 

Shen Yuan’s upper body looked much the same: flat chest, narrow shoulders and a long neck, reminding him of the regal illustrations of various fantasy elves he’d bookmarked on Twitter over the years. His hips, however, were definitely wider, and Shen Yuan only had to turn his body sideways to see that his ass was also proportionally bigger. The shape was nice and rounded where the cheeks met his thighs, looking much like the bottom end of a juicy pear. Jesus Christ, he remembered his old body and the curves it possessed, but he’d never imagined them with his current features, the flat chest and masculine face, and now he thought they looked… good. Raising up on the balls of his feet, Shen Yuan dropped down fast and watched the new plumpness jiggle like firm jello. Shen Yuan flushed again, secretly embarrassed at how pleased it made him. 

Damn. It is a really nice shape, Shen Yuan thought to himself. And of course, there was his… vagina. 

Pussy? Yeah, vagina feels weirder to say somehow… clinical, he decided to himself. Sitting back on one elbow, Shen Yuan parted his legs unceremoniously. Not much was actually visible through his soft dark pubic hair, just the head of what looked like a small dick peeking out at the crest of his mound.

What the hell? Curiosity overtook Shen Yuan and he reached down tentatively, moving slowly like a cat afraid of disturbing the lap it’s trying to sit in. Spreading the folds gently, Shen Yuan looked. 

Although it was definitely different from before (and Shen Yuan was trusting his faulty memory a little more on this), the protrusion was his clit. Its appearance begged to differ that designation in the first place, but there was no denying it. The clit was large, much larger than it had been in his previous life. So much larger, in fact, that the head of it (the little nub that was supposedly invisible to men) poked out from the hood and made itself known. 

No matter how he looked at it, poked at it, or changed angle, he couldn’t really believe himself. His clit looked like a dick. The clitoral hood stretched taut around it and could move up and down to reveal more (or less) of the sensitive organ inside, if manipulated. Much like the foreskin of his previous penis. It wasn’t incredibly long (maybe 2-3 inches or so) or girthy, but it was certainly there, nevertheless. The inner skin below was soft and prettily pink, like a blooming lotus. His hole looked small, but still very much present, slightly open and looking like- 

Shen Yuan’s face felt hot at his own ridiculous wandering thoughts. Although it contradicted everything he used to associate with his old body, Shen Yuan had to admit, his pussy wasn’t ugly. Not in the slightest. It had been many years since he had actually looked at one, and he had expected to feel summarily disgusted with himself, but it felt… fine. The good fine, not the bad fine. Fine was really starting to lose meaning inside his head.

I have a pussy and a dick, he thought in somewhat disbelief. 

Realistically, Shen Yuan knew this phenomenon was similar to what would’ve happened in his past life, had he lived long enough to go on hormones and medically transition. He’d looked extensively into testosterone, and knew it could, ahem, elongate the clitoris. But he hadn’t sought out pictures on the internet, and Shen Yuan hadn’t known it would look so much like a real dick. 

I mean. I guess it is a real dick. I have a real dick.

Not that he hadn’t had a real dick before, but this somehow felt different, and the same all at once. Shen Yuan was in a bewildered daze, staring at his body in the mirror and touching it this way and that. There was a warm feeling heating him slowly, like a chicken tucked into a roasting oven. It rushed through Shen Yuan’s whole body in waves, starting in his stomach, tickling the tops of his inner thighs, around to the high curve of his ass where his back started, leading down to his knees and ending in the arches of his feet, leaving him feeling exhilarated and… good. Euphoric. He suddenly felt his pulse throb, right from within his clit-dick, and when he looked again Shen Yuan realized that he was hard. His dick had engorged even further, pushing itself out the front and showing off its ability to stand up on its own. Looking further down, he could see his own growing wetness just on the rim of his parted opening. Shen Yuan reached out a single finger and touched it, bringing it back up to his face for closer inspection. It shone in the setting sun coming in from his open window. 

“Holy shit,” Shen Yuan finally uttered out loud. 

The doors of his chambers burst forth violently, hitting the opposing walls with a bang. 

Shen Yuan had already told Binghe many times to be conscious of his ridiculously OP strength, but he always forgot himself in excitement. His puppy dog of a husband strode in at a fast walk, a wide expectant smile overtaking his face. Binghe’s eyes darted about, clearly looking for where Shen Yuan could be. 

“Shizun! I have returned from dealing with the trash. It was a lengthy battle that you will enjoy hearing about, but you should really see the treasures I’ve brought back for-“

Shen Yuan had felt his whole body freeze up at the sound of the doors, and his eyes snapped to Binghe’s in the mirror at the same time that Binghe noticed him, sitting naked on his back with his legs spread wide. Binghe’s determined walk came to an abrupt halt as their eyes met in the reflection. Their eye contact did not last long. Inevitably, Binghe’s curious red eyes dropped right down to the junction of Shen Yuan’s legs in the reflection of the mirror, everything on display for him to see.

Sometimes Shen Yuan thought that perhaps Binghe’s eyes were naturally drawn to look at beautiful people and things of a sensual nature, but really, it only applied to Shen Yuan. The looks Binghe gave to others never lasted more than a second, and were utterly disinterested or entirely disgusted. The lords of the demon realm had stopped sending concubines as gifts because of the many times Binghe had attacked them in outrage at the mere suggestion that he would forsake his loyalty to his husband. Now, even with confusion in his brow, a sharp red blush spread over Binghe’s nose and cheekbones and his eyes widened to what looked like the size of golf balls. 

Shen Yuan snapped out of his momentary immobility and jerked his legs shut, letting out a sound of outrage and embarrassment that vaguely resembled a dying animal. 

“Stop this instant! Don’t look at me!”

He scrambled around on the floor like a blind man looking for his glasses, grasping for anything to cover up his body. Suddenly, Shen Yuan felt that if Binghe looked at him like this he would have to rip his own skin off. He found his white under robe and clutched it to his chest and front like some scandalized Victorian woman, curling up into a ball as small as he could. Binghe had not moved, but his eyes followed Shen Yuan almost magnetically. 

 “You goddamn pervert, haven’t I told you to knock before you come in?!?!” Shen Yuan continued in rising pitch, turning to throw a shoe at Binghe’s head. 

Binghe ducked absentmindedly, seeming much less sheepish than he usually did when Shen Yuan really ragged on him. The red irises shone, almost glowing with intense curiosity as their eyes met once more.

“Sh-Shizun… what’s-“

“Do not say another word! Do! Not!”

“But-“

“Get out!”

Shen Yuan dropped his face in his hands and refused to look back up. Anger, panic, guilt, and disgust churned in his stomach and his brain. The sheer utter horror of being perceived as he inspected his new body consumed him. 

He felt more than heard Binghe moving around the room slowly, quiet as he was. It seemed Shen Yuan’s distress was evident to his husband despite his caustic reaction. Shen Yuan made no move to lift his head or acknowledge anything further. All his energy had fled. 

Without looking up, Shen Yuan felt his heavier outer robes laid gently over his trembling shoulders. Huh? When did he start shaking like that? 

Binghe’s steps were quiet as he retreated, the door closing behind him softly as it was eased into place. Shen Yuan finally looked up to see that he was actually alone. Despite his previous outburst, Shen Yuan was shocked. Binghe was usually much more clingy after being gone for so long; even when Shen Yuan pretended to be indifferent or unbothered for the sake of his own dignity, Binghe was always insistent in his affections, sticking to his side and indulging in his husband’s stubbornness. 

He had left so quickly… Shen Yuan must have painted a scary picture with all of that yelling. Guilt flooded his stomach once more, along with the simmering edge of intense humiliation. It was absolutely no secret that Binghe loved, reveled, and worshiped Shen Yuan’s body. Even as painful as that love may have been sometimes, it certainly never faltered. Yet Binghe got a good eyeful of the Wish Dragon’s gift as he came in, spread wide in front of the mirror like a present for him to unwrap. In fact, if Shen Yuan’s wasn’t the way he was, one would think his actions were clearly to seduce his husband after a long period apart. To reassert their claim and ownership of one another, and to show off his heavenly blessing (not that Shen Yuan would admit to such a concept being something that made his blood run hotter than a modern day oven). 

Despite all of that, and getting a good look at Shen Yuan’s decidedly different anatomy, Binghe had left quickly upon request. Shen Yuan felt torn between dismay and satisfaction. Yes! Finally Binghe was listening to his wisdom again and following his Shizun’s orders! Or…

Binghe simply did not want to explore, uh, it any further. The thought weighed Shen Yuan down like a heavy storm cloud. It was bad enough that he already felt so… confused and conflicted and muddled about his whole situation, and to think that Binghe might not-.

Bitter sadness at the idea rose quickly in his throat. Shen Yuan tried to push it, and everything about this, out of his mind. This was no time to fall apart. His husband was back, and that meant the palace was sure to get flooded with demonic courtiers all vying for Binghe’s royal attention. It was Shen Yuan’s job to put out fires where they started, lest Binghe simply start cutting off the heads of those who displeased him, as per the demonic traditions. Not that Shen Yuan particularly minded that part. The blood was just so difficult to get out of the throne room floor, it really was a hassle at the end of the day. 

When he had recovered enough to look presentable in public, Shen Yuan got himself dressed in his most intimidating Demon-lord-consort robes. They were not crafted to match Binghe’s own usual colours. A gift from his husband, the brilliant pattern of the outer robe was designed to imitate malachite stone, gentle waves of varied tints marbled through with shining gold and seafoam. The embroidered trim depicted the trail of a great forest, leaves and birds and animals and mythical creatures of all kinds following a natural path to a grand, forested mountain illustrated on the back of the robe. The summit was resplendent, trees tall and ancient, rivers interspersed between the foliage, golden water flowing off steep cliffs into soft peaked clouds.

Shen Yuan liked to wear it when he wanted to let it be known to the dithering court that he was a formidable opponent unto himself, even without the favour of his lord husband. It worked like a charm as he walked through the grand hall to sit at Binghe’s side, halting the conversation that had been in progress prior to his entrance. All eyes, even the extra ones from a few demons present, were trained on Shen Yuan. Binghe most of all, stared in wide-eyed surprise as his husband approached, with a subtle blush dusting his cheeks that made him look unfairly attractive. Shen Yuan felt the path of Binghe’s gaze over his figure, and gritted his teeth with the knowledge of what his husband was undoubtedly thinking of.

Shen Yuan kept his gaze forward and only spared Binghe a nod as he took his seat, motioning to a servant for tea with a flick of his fan. Conversations continued, if a bit subdued. 

Binghe cleared his throat and then spoke to Shen Yuan under his breath, leaning towards him. 

“Shizun- are you feeling better?”

Shen Yuan tensed, embarrassment creeping up his neck again from their awkward reunion earlier, and nodded curtly from behind his fan.  

“I’m fine.” 

“But, before-”

“I said I was fine, Binghe. I have no idea what you are talking about.”

Binghe stopped pressing, and leaned back on his throne. 

Shen Yuan let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Everything was fine. They did not need to discuss his fucking pussy in front of the whole court, and maybe not even in private. Maybe they could avoid the conversation forever. Then Shen Yuan could bury his complicated feelings and ignore the low-burning flame he felt in his gut every time he felt Binghe’s intense regard, especially now with all the unsaid questions filling the air between them. 

A procession of demons carried a vast array of treasures, trophies, and spoils of war claimed from Binghe’s domination of the Western borderlands. There was an array of incredibly crafted weapons, from which Shen Yuan recognized a fair few. From the sheer amount of spoils, it seemed that the rumors of unrest had not been exaggerated and the mightiest of pissing contests must have occured. Shen Yuan lamented that he hadn’t gotten the chance to hear from his Husband what a cool battle it must have been. Perhaps he could ask later, when they’d had a chance to-

No. They absolutely could not talk about it. 

At the end of the procession, two squirrelly demons with floating black hair all around their lopsided heads approached carrying an intricately decorated chest. It was smaller than some of the others that had already been presented, but the face and sides were carved in a variety of scenes, painted in red and gold lacquer. It spoke of excellent craftsmanship, and the aroma of the camphor wood used to construct it filled his nostrils. 

Binghe had been trying to surreptitiously stare at Shen Yuan rather than observing the procession, but as the chest was placed before them to present its contents, he sat up suddenly and got to his feet. 

“Wait,” he said, looking back at Shen Yuan nervously. “This was not to be included.”

Shen Yuan sat forward with sudden interest. What exactly was his husband trying to hide from him? He scrutinized the art carved on the surfaces, studying the shapes and forms which painted vivid pictures for all to see. There were humans and demons and creatures, displayed in various states of undress, touching each others bodies and mouths and- 

Shen Yuan’s stomach sank even as his heart was filled with a scorching anger. What demon seductress or groveling warlord had given this to Binghe, hoping to steal his attention away? What equally provocative items were stored inside? Marriage gifts, a pocket-sized courtesan?

He felt the delicate wood of his fan creak underneath his clenched grip as he snapped it shut in fury. 

“Do not take it away,” Shen yuan said, fixing Binghe with a cold glare, imagination running wild. “I want to see what’s inside.”

“Shizun, really, we shouldn’t open it here.” Binghe looked sheepish as he said it, eyes dropping to the ground, that infuriating blush making him look like a placating maiden. 

Shen Yuan stood and stalked forward, feeling as though his raging anger was growing by the minute, so hot he could not sit still, could not preserve the image of the unflappable immortal master any longer. 

“Why? Because you’ve brought back some kind of courting gift? Shopping around for your next spouse?”

Shen Yuan found that he was unable to control the things that were coming out of his mouth. It was like his insecurities, embarrassment, and indignation had all come together to create one paranoid jealous monster. 

Binghe scoffed in disbelief, shaking his head back and forth. 

“Never, Shizun, never!” He cried as he tried to reason with his unreasonable husband. “The, uh, gifts inside are for you. Or, I was thinking, us. But please, you don’t want-”

“Do not tell me what I do or do not want. Open it now,” Shen Yuan commanded the demons, not believing a word out of Binghe’s mouth. 

For once, they seemed far more terrified of defying their lord’s consort than their actual fearsome demon lord. The chest opened with a flip of a golden latch, and Shen Yuan stepped forward to inspect what lay within. 

Binghe sighed from behind him. 

The inside of the chest was lined in dark green silk. Sitting nestled in the fabric were a variety of items: A silk strip, adorned with leaves embroidered along the edge. A wooden stick with a dark leather grip and a short riding whip. Fine chains embellished with glittery jewels that seemed to be both decorative and binding. Bottles of various mystery potions. A small jade statuette with a bulbous shape that tapered thinner on one end, almost like a teardrop, and on its other side protruded a thin neck that flared out into a wide base. A leather belt that looked much too short for anyone’s waist, except its loop was closed by a straight thick stick, reminding Shen Yuan of a riding bit for horses. And accompanying it all on the very top of the pile was a leather collar, leash, and matching cuffs. 

It took Shen Yuan about 3 seconds to process that he had opened a chest of sex toys (custom-made for himself if the colour scheme and general aesthetic were considered) in front of the entire demon court. 

He stepped forward and shut the chest gently. 

“I think I will retire for the evening.”

Shen Yuan fled then, keeping his back straight and poised, steps as fast as would be acceptable to retain any shred of dignity. The flesh of his face should have burned right off his cheekbones with the red-coloured shame he felt flowing through his entire being.

Binghe made no objection as his husband stalked away wordlessly. Shen Yuan tried to pretend that it didn’t hurt worse than everything else. 

Shen Yuan chose to sleep in his own private chambers that night, which were rarely used for sleeping when Binghe was also home. He’d thought the idea of space reasonable, especially after such an atrocious evening, and yet he’d still left the door unlocked in case Binghe decided to be his usual clingy self after all. 

No such luck. The door remained closed all night. 

Never, in his life, had Shen Yuan felt more mortified and subsequently desolate. Well, maybe after he’d been caught him practically fondling himself earlier that same day. Either way, Shen Yuan was at his absolute limit. There he had been, anxiously anticipating Binghe’s return, actually fantasizing of getting to talk with him about their time apart, eat Binghe’s delicious food, and maybe even... maybe even taking a turn about their marital bed. So what? Shen Yuan enjoyed sex sometimes! But it was all for… this confusing, disheartening mess. 

Some blessing.  

Perhaps that same strange mood had followed him into his dreams, Shen Yuan thought, as he sank into rest, relaxing ever so incrementally. He felt as though he was lying face down in a bed of silk, sheets spilling like water against the soft skin of his bare belly and thighs. With his arms clutching an equally soft cloud of pillow to his face, Shen Yuan felt the delicate caress of familiar hands down his back, firming up with strength as they began kneading the residual tension that was left within his muscles after the days’ events. Pass over pass, they moved slowly downward, determined fingers then pushing and pulling at the sensitive skin of his ass. It felt heavenly, this attentive treatment. 

“Mmmmmm,” he moaned, exhaling as a particularly tight knot came loose, just on the pleasurable side of pain. “That’s nice…”

“Yes, Shizun. More?”

“More. Please.”

The hands moved further down, skimming down his thighs and drawing back up just along the inner seam. His ass cheeks were pulled apart, just slightly, and Shen Yuan felt cool air on the warm wetness gathering between his legs. The atmosphere of the dream suddenly felt very heated, and Shen Yuan was too deep in the sensations of his body to hold back the private truths this sensual massage was eliciting from him.

“Ugh, Binghe- I missed you…”

A soft laugh met his ears, indulgent. 

“Shizun has been missed in return.”

Once again, the deliciously large hands gripped him tight and exposed Shen Yuan’s pussy to the eyes of their owner. 

“Your body is different,” said Binghe in a wondrous tone. 

Shen Yuan felt a twinge of shyness that made him shiver. There was something here that was… out of place. 

“It’s not so different from before,” he protested.

There was no verbal response. But then Shen Yuan felt an arm brace itself over his shoulder and a firm chest against his back, pressing him down into the sheets. A hand snuck up between his legs and fingers sank softly into the wetness there.

“Ahhh!”

The moan that spilt over Shen Yuan lips was entirely unexpected and felt louder than it likely was. It was all smooth slickness down there as his pussy was suddenly played with, the over-sensitive clit-dick finally touched. Binghe’s fingers rubbed in a circular motion and they rocked their bodies forward together in a rhythm that felt instinctual, a slow grind against the sheets. Shen Yuan had never even touched himself like this.

Except…

Except… 

When? Something about… a dragon. A shitty one. 

As his breaths became ragged, Shen Yuan could feel the growing hardness of the very familiar pillar against his ass. But instead of feeling a twinge of phantom pain for what was to come as he normally did, Shen Yuan felt himself melt instead with a gush of accompanying arousal.

It should be impossible for one person to leak so much, he thought, and was subsequently bombarded with thoughts of that pillar sliding between his legs and making a mess of at all, nestling between his folds. He thought of rubbing himself against it making a mess too, passing by his opening over and over until it slipped in, replaced those dextrous fingers, sank deeper still inside until it filled his pussy entirely-

His pussy. 

They were in the dream realm, and Binghe was touching his pussy. 

Shen Yuan felt the dream slide away like water as he shot up in bed, breathing hard. He was utterly alone in his chambers, with an incense that hadn’t been there before he laid down burning low on his table.

What the fuck. 

Evidently, Binghe had tried to reach him in the only way he knew how- by sneaking under cover of dreams to make peace (or at least love) beneath the sheets. Once again, Shen Yuan felt mortified at his own responses in the dream realm, shamelessly giving himself up to the attentions of his husband. He could still feel himself throbbing down there, engorged and aroused from his dirty dream-activities. 

It had felt so real. Despite the embarrassment Shen Yuan felt somewhat- disappointed. Unsatisfied. It was a stronger sentiment than any outrage he should’ve had. Is this what blue balls felt like? Strange that the sensation would come with a lack of the appropriate appendage. Or, appendages. 

Staring down at his body, which had done nothing wrong except given him such pleasant sensations, Shen Yuan came to a decision. It was time to face his marital problems head on. 

Shen Yuan found Binghe where he had expected to: in their shared bedchambers. The door had barely missed him as it opened, having been clearly pacing in front of it judging by the tread on the rug. Binghe startled and his eyes widened as Shen Yuan stood there, wrapped in only his underobes. 

Shen Yuan’s determined mindset wavered once he was actually confronted with his husband’s earnest, handsome face. He shuffled awkwardly. 

“Uhm. Can I come in?”

Binghe nodded and stepped aside. 

“There is no need to ask for such a thing. Please, come in.”

Shen Yuan shuffled inside, overly aware of how little clothing he was wearing. He didn’t mean to be presumptuous. He wasn’t trying to be. He just thought it was about time he got over himself, no matter how uncomfortable the process itself would be.

Shen Yuan found that was easier said than done, after he sat himself at the end of their bed facing away from the mirror where he had exposed himself earlier, and all the words he’d practiced on the walk over failed to come out of his mouth. 

Binghe eyes crinkled with affection. He came forward and wrapped his husband up in a loving embrace, pressing his face down onto the top of Shen Yuan’s head. There was not an ounce of rejection or disgust within the action, nothing at all like what Shen Yuan had expected when he’d first discovered the Wish Dragon’s blessing. He felt himself relax all at once, tension releasing from his shoulders as he realized what an absolute dunderhead he had been. Without much logic or reason, tears came to his eyes. He raised his own arms and wrapped them around Binghe’s middle, pressing his face to his husband’s chest. He inhaled deeply, the scent of incense clinging to the fabric, a lump forming in his throat. 

“Binghe…” Shen Yuan said, voice wavering on the last syllable, drawing it out. A small sob rose up out of his chest, interrupting his next words. “I’m… so sorry!”

“There is nothing to apologize for, Shizun.”

“I’ve been so stupid.”

“Not at all! There is probably much we have missed of each other,” Binghe said. There was a quiet moment wherein they simply enjoyed the embrace. “Now please husband, I beg. What happened?”

And there was nothing much else to do but tell him the whole tale of his encounter with the Wish Dragon, and the resulting blessing. Binghe had already known about his husband’s transmigration, having figured part of it out himself and partially from Shen Yuan after the end of the system’s main storyline. But this part, the trans part, he’d never been told before. 

Binghe sat back on the floor, leaning his chin on a bent knee, reminding Shizun of days when he’d been a sweet attentive student, eyes full of awe as he listened to his stories.

“-and when I woke up here, my body was different. Suddenly, I had a dick. It was right. I mean, I thought it was right. That’s the way it was supposed to have been, you know?”

“Mmhmm.”

“But now… I’m not so sure.”

Binghe looked pensive from where he was sitting,  pressing his lips together. 

“Perhaps,” he said, raising an eyebrow, “-we could always figure it out together?” 

The flirtatious sentiment was unmistakable. Binghe was nearly batting his eyelashes, the bastard. 

Shen Yuan rolled his eyes with a suppressed laugh, and tried to bring back the serious tone of the conversion.

“You are shameless. Why does this not concern you more? My body has changed-”. 

“Because Shizun is Shizun!”

“-and I am not the same man that you married-”

“I would want you in any body, in any form.” 

Shen Yuan’s tirade stopped abruptly, heart thudding hard, and he felt his cheeks heat. An uncomfortable, fluttery feeling filled his stomach, so he put his hands over his eyes, and groaned into them. This was too much! Binghe had just crushed every irrational worry spinning round and round through his mind the last day by being his ridiculous, romantic, devoted self. Shen Yuan loved him so much, and yet here he was, throwing shoes at his head.

“Please… I cannot handle such dramatic declarations right now. I can barely speak.” Shen Yuan begged. 

Binghe hummed thoughtfully. 

“I understand. You have missed me much, but you cannot say it.”

God. I really am a stubborn Tsundere-type, aren’t I?

Shen Yuan raised his face, and looked back at Binghe, who blinked back expectantly. 

“No, that’s not what I-,” Leave it to Binghe to oversimplify the situation and gloss over the issue. Shen Yuan sighed and gave in, seeing there was no point in arguing. “I suppose, yes, of course it’s true.”

“What is true?” Binghe asked, feigning innocence terribly with an accompanying grin on his face. 

Shen Yuan braced himself. With all the dignity he could affect, he said, “This master… has missed his husband greatly.”

Binghe’s giddiness was so genuine it was hard to be annoyed. He leaned forward and put his head in Shen Yuan’s lap, nuzzling the fabric under his face. 

“If Shizun has missed me so much, perhaps he could show me?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” The coldness of Shen Yuan’s words was mightily undercut by the fingers he ran gently through Binghe’s hair, combing it back. 

“Besides,” Binghe continued. “It was a gift, was it not? Why should we not enjoy the heavenly blessing?”

Shen Yuan sighed, and his mind returned to the dream they’d been sharing earlier. 

“You really… want to see it?” he asked nervously. There was no question as to what it was. 

Shen Yuan felt Binghe’s responding nod against his thigh. 

“It is Shizun's body, and Shizun is beautiful. And I only got to touch.”

Shen Yuan was not feeling forgiving enough to contain the light smack following that statement. 

“Who said you could sneak into my dreams again?” he said, recognizing that his attempt at a stern tone was flimsy at best. 

Binghe pulled back and smiled sheepishly. “This lord took some liberties, but I assure you it was with very good intentions.”

His hands stayed on Shen Yuan’s knees and slowly began rubbing back and forth, climbing steadily up the thighs. 

Shen Yuan’s breath stuttered. He watched as Binghe’s hands moved further up, caressing the bare skin there, kneeling closer in between. It was already a suggestive position, but as a hand slipped between the openings at the front to palm at his recently-plumped up hip, Shen Yuan did not move to stop him. He was fixated on watching Binghe, his face, which was laser focused on the path of his hands. As Shen Yuan let his robes fall to the side, exposing his bare legs, Binghe’s eyes shone brightly, as though the demonic energy flowing through his meridians was spurned on by the sight before him. 

“Shizun… lean back, please,” Binghe said. 

A shiver ran through Shen Yuan at the command. He was still wet from his dreams, and if he let Binghe look, he’d definitely notice. 

But Shen Yuan didn't even object to being called Shizun in an intimate moment, as he normally might. Instead he obeyed expeditiously and was surprised at how naughty it felt to do. He laid back on the bed and let Binghe spread his legs properly. It felt even dirtier, but Shen Yuan closed his eyes and let himself concentrate on the sensations. He wanted to pay attention this time. Big hands encircled his thighs, propping them up. He felt Binghe’s face lean in to nuzzle at an inner thigh, and for some reason it was so sensitive that he jumped a little, clenching without meaning to. 

What am I, a fucking virgin?

Well, actually. Maybe with this equipment, there was no better way to put it. 

“Oh,” was all Binghe said upon thorough examination, sounding awed. Before Shen Yuan could think of a response, he felt Binghe’s enthusiastic mouth against him, tongue dipping down to his opening to taste. It was soft and probing, hot breath adding another curious sensation that made Shen Yuan’s breathing go uneven. 

“Hmmmfp!” Shen Yuan said, shock only marred by his attempt to muffle the moan that wanted to leap out of his throat. 

Surprisingly, it was Binghe who really moaned in response. His tongue sank down again and again with steadily increasing frequency as though it was sending him into a hungered frenzy. Combined with the vibration of Binghe’s moans, pleasure tingled through Shen Yuan’s centre, involuntarily making him squeeze down Binghe’s lovely head with his legs. It’s not that Binghe had never sucked him off... he just didn’t particularly enjoy it. This felt entirely different, almost overwhelming in the stimulation. Shen Yuan lost control of his muscles as he involuntarily jerked, his body wanting to get away despite the intense pleasure. This did not deter Binghe at all as he held Shen Yuan down firmly and continued to lick between his folds, running down and then back up again to swirl around his clit-dick. 

“Ohhh… Binghe-,” Shen Yuan breathed out, finally looking down to watch as Binghe ate him out. “It’s too-.”

But his protests came out weak without his usual fire, watching entranced as Binghe suckled at him, their eyes connecting. Binghe paused his diligent sucking to stick his tongue out and run up the underside of Shen Yuan engorged clit-dick softly, too softly so that the touch felt tantalizing, all while sporting a massive smirk. 

Shen Yuan felt crazy, his body was hot all over. He wanted to do something very impolite. That fucking look had spurned an unknown instinct within him. Without thinking too hard about it, Shen Yuan moved a hand to the back of Binghe’s head and proceeded to rub his own pussy roughly against Binghe’s mouth. Binghe gasped and went back to work, a pathetic look overtaking his face. 

“Such a brat. Did I say stop?” Shen Yuan said, cheeks heating rapidly at his own audacity. 

Binghe’s responding groan was incredibly loud despite being muffled by the sloppy boy-cunt pressed on his face with force, clearly pleased to be used like a toy. From Shen Yuan’s vantage point looking down, the mess of wetness he was leaving on Binghe’s nose and chin was shining in the low-light of the night. His little puppy of a husband was humping against the bed he kneeled against, over-excited and eager. 

What a little freak. 

“Did you really think-” he said between pants. “-hnnnng- that I’d let you put that collar on me? It would fit you better. Always so obedient, like a dog.” 

Shen Yuan’s dick throbbed deliciously at his own words, sending shivers across his back. He felt it, strangely, resonating along the sensitive skin of his ass, up the back of his thighs, even in the arch of his foot. But as Shen Yuan’s pleasure climbed higher, his head was filled with thoughts of what they’d been doing in his dream.

He let up on the pressure, and gripped Binghe’s hair instead, tugging gently. 

“Binghe. I want…” Shen Yuan said, gesturing with a wave of his other hand. He hoped that was enough to communicate his desires. His hopes were in vain as Binghe stopped and raised an eyebrow. 

Shen Yuan huffed, and looked away, not quite over the embarrassment of being direct. He’d felt so sure of himself a moment ago. 

“... I want what you did in the dream realm. With your fingers. That felt- good.”

“Just good?”

Shen Yuan was successfully ragebaited out of embarrassment. He flashed his eyes at Binghe, smacking him lightly on the shoulder. 

“Yes it felt really good alright, now get on with it!”

“As you wish, Shizun.”

Binghe finally got off his knees and began taking off his robes. Shen Yuan tried not to think of him in a dashing all-black pirate outfit and a mysterious mask, kidnapping him, pushing his robes up and having his way with him in a field somewhere like a scandalized damsel. He failed miserably, eyes catching on the golden-warm tone of Binghe’s biceps. His brain was hopelessly filled with indecent thoughts of biting that perfect, unblemished skin and leaving a red mark behind as evidence of who really held the demon lord’s regard. 

“Let me help you,” Shen Yuan said in a low voice, standing and moving behind Binghe to collect the remaining under-robes he was shedding. He took a moment to admire his husband’s muscular back, running fingers over the smooth lines that lead to the toned ass lower down. He’d always secretly loved how different their skin tones looked when they touched, creamy moon-lit white jade and buttery sun-kissed gold. Shen Yuan turned to lay the robes on a nearby chair and when he turned back, Binghe had stolen his position by the bedside, reclining back and gazing at him. 

Although he wanted to look away in natural shyness, Shen Yuan forced himself to watch Binghe’s reaction as he let his robes fall to the floor. The way his crimson eyes followed like a calculating predator made Shen Yuan feel powerful. He elicited that response in Binghe, and only him.

He climbed right into Binghe’s lap, set on indulging in the rampant desire he felt flowing through his own meridians. Binghe welcomed him, wrapping an arm around Shen Yuan waist and the other hand grabbing a fistful of butt, his own excitement pressed between their legs. Although it still made him feel incredibly shameless to move about naked without covering up his changed body, Binghe’s eyes could not depart from all of his sumptuous curves. The flesh of his bottom was kneaded by Binghe’s strong hand and Shen Yuan was suddenly quite impatient. 

“Do you like it, this body?” he demanded. “Do you want it?”

 Binghe sounded breathless when he answered immediately. “Yes, yes, please.” His cock twitched against Shen Yuan’s ass.

Shen Yuan took the hand that was squeezing it like a stressball and directed it where he wanted it most. “Then touch me.”

If his dream had been scandalous, this felt downright licentious. Binghe’s big hand could cover the entire area and cupped him, dipping fingers into the warm crease. He caressed the folds, rubbing the gathered slick around to his clit-dick and back down again, coating his hand and Shen Yuan’s thighs. Shen Yuan put a hand over his mouth, feeling hot all over. He was going to be so loud if he didn’t control himself. 

Binghe’s eyes were heavy-lidded as he took in Shen Yuan’s futile efforts to stifle his moans. 

“Look at this Shizun,” he said, sinking two fingers into him. Shen Yuan gasped at the ease of it, knowing his body was betraying itself as it opened in a way it never had before. Binghe curled his fingers in, hitting a sweet spot and causing Shen Yuan to clench inside. 

His fingers were undeterred despite the force of Shen Yuan’s pelvic muscles, “-what a mess.” 

They pushed against the resistance to pet at the same spot as Binghe used the arm around Shen Yuan’s waist to keep him in place, bracing the body in his lap against the onslaught. He was being slowly bounced. 

“B-Binghe! Stop saying such- ahhhhh!” he protested, but it felt so fucking good. “You made this mess you asshole!”

Binghe laughed softly. His eyes had traveled down, watching where his hand kept sinking further and further in with every thrust. The speed increased following the natural speed of his own responding body, and Shen Yuan’s breath started coming fast. Every time Binghe hit that spot, his toes curled in pleasure and more slick leaked out of his weeping pussy. Shen Yuan felt himself growing wilder, pushing back on Binghe’s fingers too, putting an arm around Binghe shoulders and burying his face in his neck shamefully as he rode his husband without restraint. With a sudden sharp cry, he came hard, but Binghe’s hand kept going, extending the orgasm. It may have been seconds or more of the overwhelming feeling, but then he realized Binghe wouldn’t let him stop coming. 

“I can’t- Binghe-”

Shen Yuan felt his mouth going lax, tasting the salt of Binghe’s sweat on his tongue, open as moans spilled out uncontrollably. The intensity of his orgasm sharpened to a crest and he let go, gushing forcefully onto Binghe’s hand. 

Binghe finally stopped, and they both breathed hard as they clung to each other. Shen Yuan could feel just how much he’d soaked them both, dripping down his legs onto Binghe’s hard cock and the bed below. 

Binghe pulled his fingers out slowly, drawing his fingers through the aftermath. “Yes, I’ve made a mess of you, haven’t I?”

Shen Yuan was trembling, dazed and unable to muster an outraged response. He’d left a wet spot of drool on Binghe’s shoulder. 

Then he was being lowered onto his back. Binghe followed to hover over and surprised Shen Yuan with a fierce kiss. Shen Yuan gasped and Binghe swallowed the sound, opening his mouth and trapping Shen Yuan’s lower lip between his, using his tongue to suck it sensuously. Shen Yuan let himself enjoy it, bringing his arms up to draw Binghe closer and kiss him back with equal passion. They kissed again and again, exchanging air and lingual caresses to make a filthy mess of saliva. 

They were pressed together as close as possible, and Shen Yuan felt the hot, solid cock sliding into the mess between them. Binghe grinded arduously against his sopping pussy which clenched on open air now that it was no longer being played with. Shen Yuan spread his legs wider, moving his hips to meet every delicious movement. He felt the fat head catch on his rim, and it felt like an electric spark ran up his spine. 

Shen Yuan wanted it. He wanted Binghe inside him, was excited for how it would feel, wanted to be filled to the brim and then some. But it was another thing entirely to say it out loud. Shen Yuan could feel Binghe’s amusement in the way he held himself back from just thrusting away like an over-excited dog. 

Ah well, there was no way around it. His own barely restrained desire was plainly evident. 

“Binghe. Please. I want..”

“Yes?”

“...Fuck! Damn you. I want it inside, alright? Put your cock inside of me.”

Binghe groaned, now burying his face into Shen Yuan’s neck as one hand snaked between them to direct his dick where it needed to go. 

Suddenly, Shen Yuan felt a bit nervous with anticipation, and turned his head to whisper into his husband’s ear. 

“Binghe, you should know that.. I never did this.”

“Hmm?”

“Back in the other world. In my other life. I never had sex. With my- pussy. Goddammit, why is this so hard to say?”

Binghe pulled back to peer down at him. His expression… made Shen Yuan feel like it was the wrong thing to say. Binghe looked at him with a fevered intensity that rivaled that of their first time on Maigu Ridge. 

Of course Binghe would have a virginity kink… with someone he’s already had sex with plenty of times! Ridiculous boy. 

Shen Yuan could practically see the words mine mine mine floating around Binghe’s head, and he shivered with irrepresable excitement. 

“Pussy… hmmm. What a dirty sounding word,” said Binghe, and then his cock was pressing inside, the head popping as it slid in and kept going, growing in girth.

 Shen Yuan choked, halfway between a moan and a gasp. Despite how much he’d just gotten relaxed with the aid of several orgasms, his boy cunt burned with stretch of Binghe’s massive pillar.

“Agghhhhh slowly, slowly!”

Binghe listened with a harsh groan. He pulled back just enough to pluck a bottle off the bedside table that Shen Yuan recalled had been inside the lacquered sex-chest from earlier. Using his teeth, Binghe unstoppered the bottle with one hand while keeping an unyielding grip on Shen Yuan’s hip, sharp incisors glinting in the lantern light. The slippery, scented oil was poured directly on Shen Yuan’s pussy, coating his crotch. Shen Yuan was shocked to see that his Clit-dick was standing up hard and twitching, roused further than it had been when he’d touched himself in front of the mirror.

Shen Yuan felt like he was in a daze as he watched his own hand descend down, fingers gathering body fluids and lubricant to rub at his engorged clit. It was so sensitive it almost hurt to touch softly, so he was rough with himself, barely stifled moans echoed by Binghe’s at the sight. Surprisingly, Shen Yuan felt his entrance start to relax around the excessive intrusion, eased by the pleasure of his own hand. 

Binghe began thrusting back in shallowly, exercising impressive control. Despite slight pain, his pussy pulsed around the fat cock slowly splitting him open. Each thrust sank deeper inside him, pulling small little ah-ah-ahs from Shen Yuan’s throat. Instead of it getting harder to take, every snap of Binghe’s hips made him wetter, allowing the impossibly girthy pillar to slide in without much resistance. 

This self-lubrication thing is amazing. 

Binghe stopped when their bodies met in the middle, folding Shen Yuan into his arms. Their heartbeats pounded in twin rhythms, and Shen Yuan shivered when he realized he could feel his pussy throbbing a similar beat. His thighs shook where they bracketed Binghe’s hips, bearing down on the fullness pressed to every inch of his walls.

“Shizun…” Binghe said, “Do you feel like a virgin anymore? Your pussy is-”

“Do not say dirty things right now! I am already- like this.”

Binghe laughed, turning into a moan when his cock grinded in deeper at the movement. “Like what?”

Shen Yuan gasped, squirming at the sensation, but suddenly big hands tightened on his hips, holding his body in place. Binghe rolled his body forward in one languorous motion, pressing his cock into the deepest parts of him. 

“What dirty words should I say, Shizun?”

Shen Yuan huffed, voice catching in his throat as he tried to formulate words, “You- You could say- uh- fuck!” He could not concentrate when he was being teased like this. Rational thinking was leaking out of him just as steadily as everything else. “Binghe you’re so deep, I can’t-.”

“I know,” Binghe said, breathless as though he was the one being ravaged. “I can feel myself here.” Binghe pressed his hand to a spot just below Shen Yuan’s navel. Shen Yuan whined, feeling the pressure on his womb from the inside. He covered his face in embarrassment. God, it felt like his guts were being displaced with the sheer size of the cock now nestled inside him. 

Suddenly Binghe pulled his hand away and gripped his chin, turning Shen Yuan’s face back. 

“Can you feel it?” Binghe asked, pulling back just to snap his hips in indelicately. Shen Yuan moaned in response, mouth falling open in Binghe’s grip. 

“Uh-huh,” He said stupidly. Binghe began moving at a steady pace, drawing further out before driving his cock back in forcefully. Shen Yuan forced himself to relax his body and take it in fully, welcoming the assault. By not pushing back, it felt like Binghe was carving out a space just for himself, using Shen Yuan like an obedient little fucktoy. The dirty nature of the thought was dizzying.

“What other words?” Binghe demanded, eyes flashing dangerously. 

Shen Yuan could barely comprehend what question Binghe was asking him, much less formulate an actual response. On an extended whine, his mouth was unexpectedly invaded by fingers that roughly caressed his tongue, widening the stretch of his jaw. 

“If you’re not gonna use your words, then I’ll make sure your mouth is well occupied.” 

Binghe began thrusting his fingers in, playing with him as one might a pet. Shen Yuan felt tears gather at the corner of his eyes as they rolled back in pleasure, finally giving into what his body wanted and suckling submissively. 

“My wife is such a good slut.”

Shen Yuan’s eyes shot open, shocked out of bliss at the language. Binghe’s hair had started to come loose from its simple binding, sweaty curls enveloping his face. His ruddy cheeks doubly matched the red of his eyes, turning the undertone of his tanned skin a deep copper. But the way he looked at Shen Yuan was unlike anything he’d seen before; Binghe gauged his reaction as a demon lord who knew that he would not be denied anything, could do whatever he wanted, and what he wanted was to keep Shen Yuan all to himself. 

The concentration Shen Yuan had been maintaining on not pushing back was lost.  His pussy spasmed on Binghe’s cock uncontrollably, squeezing it in a way that made Shen Yuan feel like he was about to burst. Binghe grunted at the feeling, moving the hand that wasn’t in Shen Yuan’s mouth around to get a more firm grip on his ass. He pulled back and thrust harder, now pulling Shen Yuan’s bottom firmly to meet his cock, spearing him down to the base. The slight change in angle had Binghe pummeling a spot inside that made Shen Yuan’s vision go blurry, cumming without warning. It felt like the cockhead was kissing his cervix, desperate to push into his womb. It didn’t make sense and that probably wasn’t what was happening, but Shen Yuan couldn’t contain the obscene wail he let out at the thought, practically crying around the fingers that held his mouth open. Being unable to speak or even moan Binghe’s name as his orgasm was extended again made him feel feral, only able to communicate through vulgar noises. 

“Did you like that, Shizun? So naughty. I’ve learned a few new things from reading one of the stories that Shang Qinghua leaves lying around…”

Damn you, Airplane! You’ve poisoned the mind of my already-degenerate little lamb. What is this, Wattpad?

Binghe grunted like an animal himself, shoving his cock impossibly deep as Shen Yuan came. He fucked him through it erratically and quickly followed suit. Shen Yuan thanked a silent system that he did not have to beg for mercy. Maybe it was all in his depraved imagination, but Binghe’s excessive cum felt so hot inside. While the sheer substantive volume was not unusual for the demon race, the effect it was having on Shen Yuan was. He marveled at the sensation of total possession overtaking his being, and looking down- oh yes; his belly was slightly distended in the spot Binghe’s cock rounded outward.

Binghe stared down at him, breathing hard, his eyes tracing up and down to examine the damage he’d wrought. When the fingers stayed in Shen Yuan’s mouth, he tried to protest, only to make a wet sort of whimper when the small movement jostled his sensitive, over-strung body. 

Binghe tilted his head to the side like a puppy, affectating faux innocence contradicted by the near-villainous smirk he sported. 

“What is it, wife? Do you wish to speak?”

“Mmm- HMM!”

“Are you sure? You seemed to be enjoying it a few moments ago.”

Shen Yuan narrowed his eyes and nodded, humiliation making him shiver with a feeling he was trying to ignore. 

Binghe hummed thoughtfully, pretending to seriously consider the request, “Alright. I’ll let you speak again, but only if you say dirty words too.” 

Bastard! I bet you’re having a lot of fun with this, aren’t you…

Shen Yuan rolled his eyes, but nodded his assent again. Binghe leaned into his space, using the fingers in his mouth to tilt Shen Yuan’s face up. 

“Do you promise, Shizun?” he asked imploringly, softening his tone. 

Shen Yuan bit down right on Binghe’s middle knuckle. 

Binghe hissed at the slight pain in surprise and pulled his fingers out swiftly. 

“Ow.”

“Brute! Beast! How dare-” Were the first things out of Shen Yuan’s mouth, after which he realized he’d need to clear his throat if he wanted to say more. He coughed, and Binghe raised an eyebrow.

“You like it.”

“I-”

“You love it, Shizun. Pretend all you want, but when I’m inside you like this-” Binghe said, putting a hand on Shen Yuan's taut belly and pressing down.

“Ahhh-”

“-I can tell just how much you want it. If I am a beast, then you are the brat.” 

Before Shen Yuan could think of an appropriate retort- damn, that was a good one- Binghe was pulling back, sliding his cock out. The emptiness was sudden and somehow devastating, making his pussy clench down on nothing. Something strange and wordless overcame Shen Yuan’s mind and he moved a hand to cover his hole, wanting to keep it all inside but powerless to stop the cum and oil that was leaking out. 

Binghe chuckled, “Is there something you want?”

Shen Yuan was being outwitted, and he resolutely did not like it. He forced himself to answer anyway, burning at the whining tone he couldn’t suppress.  

“It’s all spilling, Binghe…”  

Then Shen Yuan was being turned onto his stomach with a gentle but firm hand. He followed carefully, limbs feeling as weak as a baby fawn’s. The sheets underneath him were soaked through, and as the cold air hit the wetness coating his thighs and clenched pussy, Shen Yuan shivered. 

Binghe’s ridiculous strength allowed him to easily manipulate Shen Yuan’s body, and he drew him up on his knees easily. The pose was entirely indecent, and his efforts to keep it all inside were in vain as gravity forced more viscous slick to drip onto the sheets below.

 “So pretty Shizun, pink and swollen right here.”

As he said it, Binghe pressed his cock to the shaking fingers keeping Shen Yuan’s hole semi plugged up, forcing them out of the way. His tip kissed the entrance and slid insistently between his folds to rub against Shen Yuan’s clit, getting thoroughly smeared in the process. More liquid spilled out. 

“Tell me what you want, and this lord will indulge you any request you make, as long as you keep your promise.” 

Shen Yuan groaned in frustration, knowing what he had to do. He strained to push onto his forearms and looked back at Binghe over his shoulder. 

“Husband…” He whispered, voice cracking on the last syllable. “Please, fuck my boy-cunt.”

The effect it had on Binghe was instantaneous, breath catching as his gaze bored into Shen Yuan’s own. He absorbed the desperate need underlying Shen Yuan’s supplication, and it felt like literal air between them grew heavy with want. 

The first thrust in was sharp and unyielding, bringing Shen Yuan’s attention right back to the now overwhelming sensation of getting split open again, but in a good way. Although he was definitely more stretched this time around, the intensity was the same, maybe even more so from the changed angle. Shen Yuan clutched at the sheets, having no Binghe to brace himself against the sudden onslaught. Binghe's hands gripped his hips with a force of iron, and when he slammed back in again, Shen Yuan could do nothing as he was shoved forward several inches. 

Shen Yuan felt like he was choking on his own pleasure, gasping out a weak, ”Aghh, Binghe, wait-”

But it didn’t seem as though Binghe could hear him, self-control clearly gone to the wind, as though determined to make up for every fragment of restraint he’d maintained earlier. The rhythm was punishing and relentless, pushing at the limits of what Shen Yuan thought he could take. Shockwaves pulsed through his body, every thrust forcing the cum still stored inside to leak around the pistoning cock in considerable gushes. The resulting wet plap-plap-plap sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the bedchamber. It was undoubtedly filthy, and Shen Yuan loved every second of it.

How terrible. I'm really like this... 

“Is this what you wanted, Shizun?” Binghe said in a strained voice, harshly panting between sentences. “To be ravaged like this, used like a common whore?"

Yes. Shen Yuan could no longer deny it. 

Yes, yes, yes. 

He couldn’t admit it out loud though, as much as his body betrayed him. 

“Your boy-cunt is gripping me so tightly, greedy little thing.”

No protest rose from Shen Yuan's throat, try as he might. All that emerged was a broken off moan, and even that was starting to take too much effort to muster. His vision went fuzzy, and for a moment Shen Yuan thought he might actually pass out. 

“Take it,” Binghe said, more to himself than anyone else. “Take it all-”

The orgasm hit him like a sweeping wave, crashing over him with such force that his arms gave out completely. The sound that was wrenched from Shen Yuan’s chest was nothing short of primal, tampering off into a soundless scream. He collapsed onto the mattress, only his hips elevated by Binghe's grip as the demon lord continued to pound into him. Shen Yuan’s pussy clenched uncontrollably around the thick length impaling it and he felt less viscous liquid spray violently. God, he was squirting as he came, splashing against Binghe's thighs, wet sounds multiplying. 

Binghe's release came hot and thick, flooding Shen Yuan's insides with a now familiar warmth. Shen Yuan whimpered at the strange feeling of completeness that wiped out his mind, his fingers weakly fisting in the sheets as Binghe's cock swelled and emptied inside him. 

Binghe grinded in deeply as he came, small thrusts pressing against Shen Yuan’s cervix in a way that definitely would have resulted in a pregnancy if it had happened in a PIDW! love scene. When he was done, he eased onto the bed next to Shen Yuan, caressing his asscheek affectionately. 

Shen Yuan pulled his face from where he’d left a puddle of drool on the mattress to glance at his husband, who gazed back adoringly. 

Shen Yuan huffed, “what is it?”

Binghe exhaled a great big gust, with an air of total satisfaction. 

“I think I love boy-pussy.”

It turned out that Shen Yuan did still have some strength, as the pillow he threw smacked Binghe right between the eyes where his demon mark was. 

Later on, when they were clean and the sheets had been changed and Binghe was curled over his back possessively as they lay down to sleep, Shen Yuan thought to himself, 

‘Blessing’ indeed. If this is what it could be like all the time, I need to examine that chest more carefully…