Demisexual Hualian 💜🤍🖤

Modern AU T4T Hualian have some fun with a cum dildo!

Xie Lian presses a long kiss to her wife's nipple. She glances up. "They're really developing," she says, smiling. "I was a little skeptical of that potion, but it's really working."

"It is," Hua Cheng agrees, breathless. She squirms, her new, tender breasts aching.

Hua Cheng pokes at the clone standing before him. He has to get this design right before he wears it to greet Xie Lian! He's erased his various imperfections - his missing eye, his death scar, the way he towers over Xie Lian - but this "San Lang" is still far from ready.

"Fingertips," he orders. The clone obediently shows its hands. Yes, he has unique fingerprints. Just checking.

"Hair," he says. The clone turns around, and Hua Cheng inspects its ponytail. Nothing is out of place or ghost-like.

So why does he still feel unprepared? Or perhaps the better question is: will he ever feel prepared to meet his god?

Xie Lian bounces up and down, his powerful thighs propelling him up and controlling his descent. Hua Cheng stares hungrily, claws digging into the sheets beneath him. "Gege," he mouths soundlessly, his entire body aroused.

Xie Lian looks up at him, still bouncing. "What did you call this? An exercise ball?" he asks, laughing a little at Hua Cheng's predicament. "It's fun! San Lang, you're so silly, this is nothing like… that."

"M-hm," Hua Cheng agrees, his voice a bit higher than usual. "Totally different."

Crash!

Hua Cheng looks up from his work. "Everything okay, my love?" he calls in the direction of the kitchen.

"Yep!" Xie Lian says cheerily, but Hua Cheng catches the hint of pain underneath the word.

Papers go flying. Hua Cheng doesn't spare a single thought for the task of organizing them again. In an instant, he's in the kitchen.

"You didn't have to come," Xie Lian complains, but he holds out his hand. A tiny piece of ceramic is embedded in his finger.

Hua Cheng plucks it out quickly. A butterfly flutters from his vambraces to alight on the small wound. Soon, Xie Lian's finger is as it should be again.

"You'd better stay, in case I do it again cleaning up," Xie Lian says doubtfully.

"Cleaning up what?" Hua Cheng asks innocently. The pile of ceramic shards on the floor vanishes. Very far away, Qi Rong yelps as a broken dish crashes over his head.

"San Lang," Xie Lian laughs, leaning in for a kiss. "You're so mischievous."

"He's retired," Hua Cheng says shortly to the heavenly official at their door. He moves to shut it in their face.

"No, wait!" the "god" cries, wedging their foot into the door. "It's important! Please, Heavenly Emperor!"

Xie Lian stands up, walking over. "I have never been the Heavenly Emperor," he says, "and I'm not about to start. Figure out your own problems."

"You're doing so well, gege," Hua Cheng gasps. "Keep going."

Xie Lian buries his face in Hua Cheng's cunt and obeys. His mouth closes around Hua Cheng's cock, gently sucking at it.

Hua Cheng's head falls back against the bed with a clunk. Xie Lian jumps back.

"No, no, you were doing great," Hua Cheng begs, propping himself up on his elbows. "I'm okay, I promise."

Xie Lian stares at him for a moment, mouth and chin glistening. Then he hums and goes back to his task.

"Gege's here," Xie Lian murmurs back, stroking his hair. "Go back to sleep. We have the whole day to ourselves."

Hua Cheng squirms until his leg is trapped between Xie Lian's strong thighs. "But," he reasons, "if I'm asleep, I don't get kisses."

"I'll kiss you when you wake up, silly boy," Xie Lian laughs. He wraps his arms around Hua Cheng. "Do you need a lullaby?"

Hua Cheng nods, and soon he's drifting off to the sound of Xie Lian's beautiful voice, humming his mother's love song.

"It's not that bad," Xie Lian protests. He looks over and jumps at the sight of Hua Cheng undoing his robe. "San Lang!"

He is unsuccessful in trying to wrestle Hua Cheng back into the robe. Soon, he's bundled up in red, with Hua Cheng kissing color into his cheeks.

"See, gege," Hua Cheng murmurs, already wearing another robe. "I'm a ghost king. I'll be okay."

"I still get to fuss over you," Xie Lian retorts, fiddling with the tie of Hua Cheng's belt to hide his blush. "You're a ghost king, but you're also my beloved husband."