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Wei Ying tilted his head to the side as he pretended to think about it, even though he’d clearly had a plan in mind as soon as he’d started whining. “Hmm… oh, I know! What if my eyes were covered? Then I would not get so distracted by my Lan-er-gege. Ah? Don’t tell me that’s too shameless even for the man who suggested such filthy ideas just last night? Or have you already forgotten them? Perhaps I could remind you of what you-”

Lan Wangji used the Lan silencing spell on Wei Ying, who gave him a smug closed mouth smile. He practically draped himself across Lan Wangji’s lap, loosely wrapping his arms around the back of Lan Wangji’s neck as he nuzzled in close. His warm breath against the bare skin of Lan Wangji’s neck was too much. Wei Ying had been teasing him all day, clearing hoping for a certain outcome. Lan Wangji was more than happy to oblige his husband.

He abruptly stood up, carrying Wei Ying bridal style over to the bed and then dropping him down. Wei Ying continued making many noises, though the silence spell prevented any intelligible words from getting through. “Wei Ying should not cause trouble if he doesn’t want to be punished,” Lan Wangji lectured, though he knew that Wei Ying would be able to see right through any facade of harshness. 

He reached up to untie his forehead ribbon, and then got onto the bed, knees on either side of Wei Ying’s waist, as he held the ribbon in front of Wei Ying and raised one eyebrow. His husband nodded eagerly, and even batted his eyelashes a few times, which got a soft remark of, “Shameless,” out of Lan Wangji. 

Lan Wangji wrapped the ribbon around Wei Ying’s head, tightly enough that it would keep out even the faintest hint of light, but not so tight that it would give him a headache. Then he released the silence spell, because he enjoyed the sound of his husband’s voice too much to go without it for very long. “Lan Zhan, be gentle, okay? This weak and fragile old man can only take so much.”

Only because Wei Ying’s eyes were covered did Lan Zhan allow himself to roll his eyes. “Wei Ying can take it,” he asserted. Then he grabbed the front of Wei Ying’s robes and tore them open, not caring if he ruined them. Robes could always be replaced, and the sight of Wei Ying lying there in his ripped robes made blood rush straight to Lan Wangji’s cock. 

Without any warning, he leaned closer and bit down hard on one of Wei Ying’s nipples. Then he sucked it between his teeth, running his tongue over the tip of the sensitive bud. Wei Ying let out a surprised yelp. “Ah! Lan-er-gege, there’s nothing in there yet! You have to breed me first if you want me to be all full with milk!”

Lan Wangji let out a growl at the mental imagery of Wei Ying, belly swollen big enough to contain a child. Obviously it was impossible, but he and Wei Ying both took great pleasure in imagining such a scenario. 

Once he was satisfied that he’d thoroughly abused the left nipple, Lan Wangji moved to the right to give it the same treatment, while reaching up to pinch and pull at the left nipple with his fingers. He enjoyed each gasping noise and soft mewl that slipped out of Wei Ying’s mouth. He also enjoyed the feeling when Wei Ying laced his fingers through Lan Wangji’s hair, pressing Lan Wangji’s mouth closer to Wei Ying’s chest.

Lan Wangji continued working over Wei Ying’s nipples until they were puffy and flushed red. Then he shuffled a bit further down the bed, kissing a path down Wei Ying’s skin from his chest to his hips. He pressed down on Wei Ying’s hips to stop his husband from squirming too much, and he hoped that he was using enough force to leave behind hand shaped bruises.

Then he kissed his way all around Wei Ying’s cock, careful to avoid providing any stimulation. Wei Ying let out a loud whining noise. “Lan Zhan, you’re such a bully! Teasing your poor, innocent husband like this!” “It’s not teasing if I follow through,” Lan Wangji murmured before suddenly gripping both of Wei Ying’s thighs and shoving them back so his knees were by his face, and then Lan Wangji dove down to begin licking around Wei Ying’s hole. He could still taste the faint traces of his own seed from their most recent coupling. 

Because of how often they did this, it took hardly any time at all before Wei Ying was soft and loose, and Lan Wangji began fucking his tongue into Wei Ying’s hole. The noises Wei Ying made were irresistible, and Lan Wangji could feel the ache of his cock as it somehow hardened even more. 

The white forehead ribbon was made much darker by Wei Ying’s sweat and tears as he sobbed in pleasure. “Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan! Please!”

Lan Wangji pulled back just far enough to say, “Please what?”

“Ah, Lan Zhan, please fuck me! Fuck me with your massive dick and fill me up with babies, please, please, please!” Then there were a bunch of garbled noises that were probably supposed to be words, but Wei Ying could barely focus well enough to make them come out audibly. 

Deciding to take pity on his husband, Lan Zhan shoved aside his own robes, not even bothering to strip them off, and shoved himself into Wei Ying in one rough thrust. Without pausing for even a moment to let Wei Ying adjust, Lan Wangji began fucking into him, the shaking of their entire bed accompanied by the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin. 

Apparently Wei Ying grew tired of being blinded, because he reached up to yank the forehead ribbon off and tossed it over the side of the bed. Then he reached up to drag his fingernails down Lan Wangji’s back, encouraging Lan Wangji to thrust even harder. “Is this- ah, ah, ah- is this the best er-gege can do?” Wei Ying managed to pant out. “After all his uh-” he cut himself off to let out a loud moan of pleasure as Lan Wangji repeatedly rammed into that special spot inside him. “You’re breeding me so well,” Wei Ying gasped. “I’m going to get so big from your babies and-!” Lan Wangji finally reached down to wrap his hand around Wei Ying’s cock, and Wei Ying came almost immediately, cum spurting out and getting rubbed into both of their chests. 

Seeing the look of absolute bliss on Wei Ying’s face was enough for Lan Wangji to find his own pleasure. He gave a few last thrusts, then came deep inside the warmth of Wei Ying’s body. When he was soft enough to slip right out of Wei Ying, Lan Wangji got up to grab a towel and dip it into the tub so that it would be warm and damp as he returned to the bed and very gently ran the cloth over Wei Ying’s sensitive body. Wei Ying shivered as Lan Wangji cleaned him, smiling up at Lan Wangji. “What a good husband,” he praised.

Lan Wangji just knew that his ears were turning red as he carefully tipped back a cup of tea so that Wei Ying would be able to drink it without having to lift a hand himself. Lan Wangji pulled back the blanket so that he could wrap it tightly around Wei Ying and himself as he slipped into bed and curled around his husband. “Rest,” he commanded softly. He rubbed his hand gently up and down Wei Ying’s arm, and pressed a series of light kisses over Wei Ying’s forehead and eyelids. “Besides, Wei Ying is the one who is good.”

Wei Ying hummed thoughtfully before deciding, “It’s a tie.” Then he snuggled even closer to Lan Wangji, so the two of them were utterly entwined. It was one of Lan Wangji’s favorite positions to be in. “‘Night, Lan Zhan. I love you.”

As though he was summoned by Wei Ying’s thoughts, the door slid open and Lan Huan came inside. Wei Ying looked up at him dully and said nothing. He’d long learned his lesson about speaking without being prompted to.

Lan Huan seemed to be in a cheerful enough mood, but Wei Ying was far too used to his husband’s behavior to find that reassuring at all. “Hello slut. You look about ready to pop, don’t you? Healer Lan said that it’s starting to get dangerously close to the right time. Don’t worry, though, he told me what I can do to help move things along.” 

He slowly stripped out of his robes and folded them neatly before setting them aside and getting onto the bed, hovering over Wei Ying’s naked body. “I’ve been kind enough to stick to your ass for the past few months, but it’s gotten all stretched out and loose, and just isn’t very useful anymore. Luckily, your cunt should have gotten tight enough after going so long without anything in it. I’m sure that greedy pussy is just begging for something to be shoved inside.”

Wei Ying started to shake his head, then stopped himself, not wanting to get punished for disobeying. Unfortunately, he hadn’t aborted the motion soon enough, and a dangerous gleam entered Lan Huan’s eyes. “You don’t have to worry, slut. I wouldn’t risk harming my heirs.” 

He tried to push himself into Wei Ying’s pussy without any preparation, but it was too dry for such a large cock to enter, and Lan Huan pulled away, looking at Wei Ying with disgust. “You’re not even good for the one thing you’re supposed to be able to do.” He spat onto Wei Ying’s cunt, then slapped down with a lot of force. Wei Ying let out a startled squeal of pain, which only seemed to encourage Lan Huan to slap his pussy a few more times.

Tears were leaking out of Wei Ying’s eyes as Lan Huan slathered his cock in lotion, and then shoved his way into Wei Ying’s body. Lan Huan kept up an extreme pace, balls slapping against Wei Ying’s ass. Wei Ying was helpless to do anything but lie there and take it.

When he felt hot cum filling him up, Wei Ying was foolish enough to believe that it was over for now, but to his horror, he could feel that Lan Huan hadn’t softened at all inside of him. When he looked up at his husband in shock, Lan Huan just grinned. “Ah, so you’ve figured out my surprise, have you? One of the many benefits of having such a large library of cultivation manuals. Now I’m going to fuck you until your water breaks.”

Lan Huan was as good as his word. Wei Ying eventually floated off, lost in his own mind in an attempt to ignore the sensations that his body was forced to feel. He was only dragged back to the present when he was slapped harshly across the cheek. “You little slut, did you just piss on me?” He reached forward to grab one of Wei Ying’s swollen nipples, and pinched until Wei Ying was screaming hoarsely. 

It was only after the pain began to fade that Wei Ying realized there was something else going on. “Ah, I think they’re coming-” he gasped out.

From the look on Lan Huan’s face, it was clear that he’d figured that out first, and had just felt like hurting Wei Ying, which was nothing out of the ordinary at this point. 

A healer was summoned to the room, and Wei Ying was told to push as his children got ready to enter the world. Every time Wei Ying let out a shout of pain he would be slapped, so he bit his lip to hold in the sounds. The pain only got sharper, though, and then Wei Ying’s mouth was filled with blood and he realized that he’d bitten right through his lip.

Lan Huan scoffed. “What a disgusting little slut. Alright, if you’re so desperate to have something in your mouth, then I’ll oblige you. Be sure to thank me for being so generous.”

“Thank you,” Wei Ying mumbled as blood dripped out of his mouth. 

A hollow gag was shoved into his mouth, pressing deep into his throat, and then Lan Huan’s cock was pushing into Wei Ying’s mouth. It stretched the sensitive wounded flesh of his lip, and Wei Ying’s eyes watered as he was assaulted with pain on all sides.

Eventually Lan Huan came and Wei Ying had to gulp to try and swallow it all down before he choked on it. Then Lan Huan pulled away, but left the gag in place, leaving Wei Ying’s mouth stretched far too wide, with him unable to swallow down the saliva that built up in his mouth. 

None of that mattered, though, when he heard the noisy cries of a baby, and he tried to reach out to hold them, but his arms were still tied to his headboard. He made unintelligible grunting noises, unable to speak clearly with the gag in his mouth. 

He looked up and saw Lan Huan standing there, cradling a freshly swaddled newborn. “I’m glad to see that they don’t take too much after their whore mother.” Wei Ying strained to pull his arms free, but of course was unable to do so. “Hopefully being raised by someone responsible and respectable will stop them from becoming as disgusting and sluttish as you.” Wei Ying tried to call out, but he was completely ignored as Lan Huan and the healer walked away, each carrying one of the babies. Wei Ying’s nipples were leaking milk at the sound of the crying infants, but there was nothing he could do.

It was probably later that night, though it could have also been weeks later for all Wei Ying knew, when Lan Huan returned. “Well, I must say that you did an adequate job accomplishing your one purpose in life. I’m sure I’ll be able to get many good children out of you, since that’s all you’re good for.”