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Sect Leader Jiang is the luckiest woman in the world, they say. The rare female Sect Leader, fierce, aggressive, abrasive - and yet she is married to the number one cultivator, the kind, elegant, handsome, intelligent and skilled Lan Xichen, the epitome of perfection.
It is, according to the gossips, the best match she could have ever made. He is patient of her flaws and gentle where she is fierce, he must be the only man capable of tolerating her. Such words are said by the ignorant living outside of YunMeng, for the YunMeng residents know better - cheering for their Sect Leader's auspicious, ideal match and celebrating as Lotus Pier is blanketed in red and gold for their wedding. Zewu-jun will be good for her, he will be caring and considerate of her tempers.
A servant girl, blushing heavily, runs back into the kitchens to share what she has seen, juicy, salacious gossip she heard with her own ears. "Zewu-jun is a beast!" She says to the cooks, whose faces turn to her in interest. "I-I-I hear - I heard noises from their quarters-"
In Xichen's excitement, he had forgotten the silencing talismans.
"T-they were...there was a rhythmic noise, like," her blush grows deeper at the implication, "something being hit over and over again-" The cooks and kitchen servants, older and more experienced than the girl, snigger.
"That's the sound of spousal duties being fulfilled."
"I know!" she splutters, hands flailing, "b-but that's not all I heard! The Sect leader was crying! Crying and begging for her husband to stop!" The servants exchanged looks.
"Are you sure? What did the Clan Leader say?" Another asks.
"I've never...heard her so scared," The girl gulps, "but-"
"A-Huan," Wanyin cries out, whimpering at the drag of Xichen's cock against her oversensitive walls, "Stop, I can't - it's been four rounds, I can't go anymore!" Her dark hair spilled onto the luxurious plum brocade of their bed and she sobs as Xichen digs his fingers into her slender waist, his hips canting forward to thrust into her from behind, and Wanyin's knees, despite having the support of the padded mattress, are sore from holding her up for so many rounds.
"Yes you can," Xichen declares, fabric rustling as he shifts forward to press kisses against her naked back, "I know you can do that for me, A-Cheng, that's my good girl."
"Nooo," she cries out, resting her forehead against the bed as overstimulated tears leak out of her eyes, "I can't cum any more, it hurts, I know it will hurt, stop..."
"Just one more, my sweet." Xichen coaxes, and Wanyin sags and slumps as he continues to fuck her deeply and relentlessly, her pussy gaping from Xichen's thick cock stuffed inside and fucking her open for what seemed like hours. "Please...she begged, "Please, I can't-"
As the servant girl relays what she can remember, the looks on the faces of the Jiang kitchen staff lighten, suggestive and knowing looks being exchanged. "Ah, poor Lady Jiang! For out Sect Leader to be abused like that..." She laments.
"Poor Lady Jiang, indeed," one of the women says, unable to even imagine the mind-numbing pleasure so many climaxes would cause.
Jiang Wanyin is not pretty, she is not cute and harmless and sweet, but she is beautiful the same way a lightning storm is beautiful, the way a tiger is entrancing, with her angular jaw, sharp eyebrows and piercing, frowning eyes. The cultivation world titters at how she managed to get Lan Xichen to marry her. Perhaps she followed in her mother's footsteps and pressured the man into it. Zewu-jun embodies patience, and he will need it in his marriage to Sandu Shengshou, after giving into such a strange choice.
The discussion conference after their wedding has the Sect Leaders Jiang and Lan entering at the same time, having arrived together as a sign of a good marriage. When Lan Xichen says something unheard to all but Jiang Wanyin, her usual sternness is wiped off her features, and for a brief, breathtaking moment, she gives her husband a small, gentle smile. A hush falls over the room as the fearsome tiger turns into a sweet kitten, and all the sect leaders assembled understand the appeal of Jiang Wanyin.
She soon notices the suspicious silence, and glares around the room, but they have already glimpsed the rare occasion of the prickly sect leader blooming into a lovely lotus.
Lan Xichen is proud that people are finally able to see his Wanyin's beauty, right up until her admirers start following her, trying to steal away his wife.
"The Sect Leader is pregnant again."
"How do you know?"
The Jiang disciple merely gazes at their Sect Leader, accompanied by her husband, Zewu-jun. He murmurs to her as he runs a hand over her flat stomach before taking their youngest child out of her hands for him to carry.
"They'll announce it soon." She notes, and their companion nods, watching Sect Leader Jiang try to pull her child out of Zewu-jun's hands before being refused with a fond smile. "This kid is going to be...the fourth?"
Three children of various ages, the white-robed eldest nearly an adolescent and catching up to his mother's height, runs up to his parents with another purple-clad girl trailing along. Following behind the three is a toddler in lilac and blue, toddling over. Sect Leader Jiang slows down for her child to catch up as Zewu-jun follows her, allowing the toddler to latch onto her mother's legs.
"Fifth, actually."
"How many children are they going to have?"
They watch Sect Leader Jiang take the hand of her youngest daughter as Zewu-jun hoists his current youngest son higher with one arm and fondly entwines the fingers of his other hand with Sect Leader Jiang's. The family strolls down the pier.
"With a man like Zewu-jun? Too many, it seems."
Xichen finds Wanyin napping in his Hanshi as the syrupy sweet smell of incense fills the space - the special incense sticks that wei Wuxian had given to him, leaving a small bundle beside the burner - “if you ever need it!” the exuberant man had said with a mischievous wink. Xichen had accepted the gift with a small, polite smile, then put them aside.
Concerned, he stopped closer to the burner to see what could have led Wanyin to burn these sticks in particular - and realised that he had run out of his usual incense, leading her to use these sticks without any knowledge of what they did.
“Oh, dear.” Xichen murmured, already anticipating her mortified expression, even as excited as he felt.
This was some dream, some hallucination, Jiang Cheng realises, as she gains awareness of herself on her hands and knees before a thick, musky rod of meat slides past her lips. She squeaks in an undignified manner, and, glancing up, meets with the hairy crotch of a man her face is buried in. His dark hair brushes against her nose, and she hears the familiar chuckle of her husband. Looking up, she catches sight of Xichen's satisfied expression, his cock in her mouth.
The taste of Xichen’s cock is salty and musky, filling her senses as his length stretches her lips and jaw. Jiang Cheng lets out of a helpless noise as she feels her mouth relax against her will. She can’t do anything but be a pliant toy for Xichen as the thought makes slick leak out of her cunt.
“I’m going to put Shuoyue and Liebing inside you now, darling." He says.
Her eyes widen, wanting to struggle away, but her limbs are sluggish and unresponsive as the two weapons slide their way lewdly inside her, no pain, just the soft squelch of thick and thin, cool to the touch, inside both her holes, filling her up.
“Mmmf…Nnngh-” Jiang Cheng grunts, stuffed full and blinking away tears in her eyes. Shuoyue’s hilt slides out, then pushes back in again, fucking into her cunt, together with Liebing rubbing against her walls for heat to pool in her loins. Xichen continues to use her mouth, crooning praises until the pleasure built to a peak and she keens, thin and high-pitched when cunt convulses around Xichen’s spiritual weapons.
A rustle of clothes alerts Xichen to Wanyin waking up, her face dusted red. Wide blue eyes meet him, and he barely gets out “Wanyin-” until she shoves him, her blush deepening. “Lan Xichen, you pervert!” She yells, and he notices her thighs unconsciously pressed against each other.
Xichen stares at Wanyin’s utterly flustered reaction - adorable - and a smirk spreads across his face. He withdraws Liebing from his sleeves, as a test - and her eyes fly open, batting his hand holding his xiao away. “W-What do you think you’re doing?” She blurts out, “that’s not going anywhere near my-!”
His smirk grows even wider as his suspicions are confirmed. “Aww, Wanyin, but didn’t it feel good in the dream?”
She glares at him before her eyes flick away, pouting tremendously but not stepping away as he approaches her.
“Excellent point, Sect Leader Ouyang, for bringing up the contributions that smaller sects can make-”
“Aaah, aah-”
“No matter how large or small, each sect has something unique of their own, be it martial or cultivation styles, talismans, or techniques-”
“Nnngh! Haah-”
“-and I’m sure that Baling Ouyang’s expertise in the field will be very valuable. Now, if you’ll excuse me for a moment.”
Xichen bends down to grab Wanyin’s hips, stopping her from the shallow thrusts and squirms she had been making on his cock impaled inside her pussy. Her ass and pale legs are bared from her violet robes rucked up to her waist, and he holds her still on her hands and legs as he thrusts several deep and hard strokes inside her.
“AHHH! Zewu-jun-!” She wails, throwing her head back and shuddering at the delicious friction against her walls, crying out at the hot seed he shoots inside her. The walls of her cunt suck and flutter around his length slamming inside her as she came, thighs trembling, and she pulls off his slick cock when she finally collapses, edged for more than a shichen in front of all the other Sect Leaders, her dark hair and open robes splaying out over the floors.
Xichen leans forward to gather his wife into his arms, guiding her head to lie against his collar as he re-arranges her disheveled robes to cover her revealed body. His eyes sweep across the room of congregated Sect Leaders as he basks in the satisfaction of making such a public claim on Wanyin.
Opening his eyes, Xichen peers into the darkness of the early morning. Turning to the right, Wanyin's sleeping face greeted him as she laid on her side, fast asleep, the prettiness of her feature accentuated by the lack of her usual frown.
A dream. The reality disappointed him, but nothing would change the fact that Wanyin belonged to him, body and soul, in this life.