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Binghe had spent more than a year at Qing Jing being bullied, abused, and beaten, by both his shixiong and his shizun, when a miracle happened. The sect leader, Yue Qingyuan, apparently suffered a massive qi deviation, right in the middle of a Peak Lord meeting, though of course Binghe only found that out much, much later.

Therefore, he had no warning when Shen Qingqiu slammed the woodshed’s door open late one evening. It was late winter, with snow still thick on the ground, and Binghe had just wrapped himself in his one thin blanket to try and gather a little warmth after finishing up his chores. Shizun, holding a lantern, descended like a god, grabbing Binghe by his stick-thin arm and dragging him upright. Behind him, the Sect Leader loomed large.

“Shen-shidi,” he barked, harsh and strict. Then Sect Leader entered the woodshed, immediately homing in on the thin manual tucked under Binghe’s one set of spare clothes. Binghe, shivering and held upright by Shizun, cringed. He hadn’t had a chance to wash those today, and was very aware of it.

Sect Leader plucked the cultivation manual from under the folded dirty clothes and started flipping through it. Was Binghe about to be thrown out of the sect? Tears tried to gather at the corners of his eyes.

Scowling at some page or another, Sect Leader thrust the manual at Shizun, who glared down at the offending page and sneered.

“The ultimatum stands,” Sect Leader said forbodingly.

Shizun gripped Binghe’s arm tight enough to bruise. “Understood,” Shizun said, sounding like he’d rather be chewing glass. “Now get off my Peak.”

Binghe was still the least of the disciples, still bullied by Ming Fan and his cronies, but he’d had been moved to the dorms, allowed warm blankets and regular access to heated water and food. His manual had been replaced, and this one made cultivation much, much easier. Binghe almost cried the first time he finished a meditation and wasn’t in any pain from it.

He still had more chores than anyone else, but not so many as before, and he was allowed to attend classes! Ning Yingying was so happy for him, and though Shizun looked ready to spit fire when he found them studying together in the library, didn’t even beat Binghe for it.

There was still one memorable incident when Binghe got into a brawl with Ming Fan and his cronies, which cost him his mother’s Guanyin. Shizun beat Binghe for fighting back, but it wasn’t worse than losing the Guanyin.

The best day though, second only to the day Sect Leader had intervened for him, was when he got to pull Zheng Yang. His own spiritual sword, which hummed with comforting warmth and promised him a bright future as a cultivator.

Then, when Binghe was seventeen, the Immortal Alliance Conference happened.

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One problem with the Endless Abyss (one of the many, many problems) was that it was a wilderness. This didn’t sound like much, but around towns, villages, roads, anywhere people were, they tended to weed out and destroy ‘spring flowers.’ Not that these type of plants had to be flowers; they could be flowers, bushes, weeds, anything at all, really.

Another problem with the Endless Abyss was that there was an abundance of demonic qi for plants to feed off, which meant that plants in the human realm that were only about knee-high with tendrils that were easily shaken off, were monstrosities taller than Luo Binghe here. Using Ming Fan’s sword, he sliced the thick tendril caught around his thigh, which let out a gush of sticky sap as the plant pulled back with a shiver and a thrashing of its other tendrils.

The most disconcerting thing about fighting bushes and plants like this was that they didn’t bellow or cry out when he cut them, just thrashed. Not waiting around for it to try again, he sheathed the sword (which was going to be a bitch to clean later) and scooped up both of his amorous fellow disciples, Ning Yingying and Ming Fan.

Since they were wrapped around each other and oblivious to the would as they kissed and rubbed against each other, carrying them was possible but annoying.

Luo Binghe got them back into the eerie forest they’d just left. Hopefully whatever kind of large tiger-spider thing he’d killed yesterday had kept all of the other monsters away, and hopefully that would afford them some safety now, because Binghe was starting to feel hot, and his sight was wavering.

Oh. Oh no. He set the other two down and looked down at the sap coating his pants, now thoroughly soaked through. His cock was a hard, hot line straining against his pants. He was almost never affected by the various pollens and poisons in the Endless Abyss, but ‘almost never’ wasn’t ‘never.’

Bending over and putting his palms against the earth, he tried to ground himself, to breathe through it. It was dangerous to be so defenseless here, even if Ning Yingying’s ass was very enticing, and right there, and the sounds coming from Ming Fan as Ning Yingying sucked along his neck were so, so distracting. All he had to do was reach out-

Ming Fan’s lips were soft. Softer than Binghe had expected. Ning Yingying had switched to tugging at Binghe’s clothes, pulling the ties loose to expose his chest. The cool air felt so good against his heated skin that he moaned into Ming Fan’s mouth, rocking against the both of them as Ning Yingying pinched at his nipple, making him nip at Ming Fan’s lip and pull back. Ning Yingying started tugging at his pants, and that was just. The best idea ever.

Things got a little hazy after that, a mix of hands and lips and tongues and breasts and cocks. Hot and wet and Binghe needed it, so very badly. Someone was stroking him and touching him and he mouthed at someone’s shoulder and it felt so good that he was happy to surrender himself to the pleasure, which went on and on for forever.

Binghe rose slowly to consciousness, thoughts dragging and disjointed. He felt warm from the bodies curled around him, their skin against his and their slow, even breathing trying to lull him back to sleep. There was a reason he should be waking up, but he couldn’t quite pin it down.

A sweet, light moan came from somewhere, and the soft heat around his fingers pulsed. A lower, answering grunt pressed into his shoulder and someone pressed against him as something moved...inside.

“Mrgh?” Binghe mumbled, opening his eyes and squinting. ….Ah.

He was between Ning Yingying and Ming Fan, both pressed against him. Ning Yingying in front, arm draped over him while his hand was down between her legs, fingers curled deep into her pussy. Ming Fan behind him, snuggled against his back, one leg over Binghe’s and dick inside Binghe’s ass.

Binghe would feel more embarrassed if he hadn’t had to watch his two martial siblings fucking and sucking regularly for probably a month now. He’d been affected by the various spring plants...this would make three times. The first two, he’d been able to take care of it himself or just ignore it. The sap from that plant must be more potent than the pollen.

Ning Yingying blinked at him. “A-Luo?”

“Good morning,” he croaked.

She let her head fall back onto his shoulder as he gently withdrew his fingers from her. She gave an enticing moan and clenched around him one last time before he could get his fingers completely out. Her breasts pressed softly against him.

He let out a strangled, “Yingying.”

“It’s already worn off for you, hasn’t it,” she pouted. A muffled curse came from behind Binghe. “G’morning, A-Fan,” Yingying said.

“Damnit, Luo,” Ming Fan said.

“Don’t look at me, you’re the one who’s still hard,” Binghe said, not even in a mean way, just resigned. What would it help to fight each other here? None of them had a good chance of surviving, but they had no chance at all of surviving on their own.

“Still... I’m. sorry,” Ming Fan said haltingly a he pulled out, sending shivers of pleasure up Binghe’s spine. He’d apologized a lot to Yingying too, at first.

Binghe snorted. “Probably better than the other way around,” he said.

That got Ming Fan to hike himself up so that he could scowl in Binghe’s face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Binghe shuffled so that he was almost flat on his butt and pulled his cock up so that Ming Fan could get a good look at it.

His shixiong’s eyes widened. “What??”

Yingying reached out and ran light fingertips over the head of his cock, making him twitch.

“Yingying,” he protested.

“Sorry,” she said, hiding her face against his shoulder, but not sounding particularly sorry.

“We should get moving,” Ming Fan said, getting up and starting to look for their clothes while brushing leaves and dirt off himself.

Binghe grimaced. “I think there’s a stream back that way. We can wash a bit,” and get something to drink. All water was at least a little suspect in the Endless Abyss, but even golden core cultivators needed to drink sometimes, and none of them were anywhere near that level yet. Binghe didn’t know if he’d ever be able to reach that now, even if they did escape the Endless Abyss. Not with being part-demon. That had been...an unwelcome surprise. Certainly Shizun wouldn’t teach a demon, when he found out, not even if Sect Leader tried to make him. Shizun had only barely tolerated him, even with whatever ‘ultimatum’ Sect Leader had threatened so long ago.

Well, there was nothing he could do about that now, he thought. And at least whatever demon he was part of, was more immune to spring flowers than humans, or they’d all have been dead on day one. In a very strange and twisted way, this was the best his life had been since his mother died – he had two friends, and it was good and necessary to kill the things that tried to hurt him and his martial siblings, instead of enduring the pain without complaint.

He never, ever would have classified Ming Fan as a friend before falling into the Abyss, but having someone save your life apparently went a long way towards ending old animosities. That and Ning Yingying’s scolding. And possibly getting laid a lot.

They rinsed and drank their fill, Binghe first, then the other two. Not because Ming Fan was being gracious, but if something affected Binghe, the other two definitely shouldn’t eat or drink it.

It was...probably a couple of weeks later (it was hard to keep track of time in the Endless Abyss while fighting for their lives and constantly on the move) that they ran into their next big challenge. On the one hand, it was a bit reassuring that they’d learned how to survive in the Endless Abyss enough that simple day-to-day survival wasn’t impossible, but on the other hand, the Endless Abyss always seemed to have some new and different kind of awful to throw at them.

This particular awful was a mix between a plant and a creature, long barbed whipping tentacles and a hungry mouth lined with rows of teeth at the center. It was able to maneuver with agility and speed using those tentacles, and Ming Fan’s sword had trouble cutting them. Ming Fan and Ning Yingying were trying to avoid the monster, while throwing rocks at it to distract it when they could, while Binghe was in the thick of it with Ming Fan’s sword. All three of them were engaged in a fighting retreat.

They’d already been tired from a long day of walking (and running) when they’d found the cave. Now, caves were chancy, and they knew that, but the last couple had had only some kind of fire-rat in them, and Binghe had been able to kill them relatively easily, which had also given them dinner.

This was definitely not a fire-rat. Also, the cave had turned out to be much larger than they’d guessed from the outside, which was not a good thing.

Tentacles wrapped around Binghe’s stomach, barbs digging deep. Roaring, Binghe channeled some of his demonic qi into Ming Fan’s sword and hacked down with all his might, finally severing a tentacle. The beast squealed, high-pitched and enraged, pulling back its other tentacle that had just gone around Binghe’s arm and leaving deep gouges behind that bled copiously. Taking advantage of the opening, Binghe turned and ran, scooping up Ming Fan as he went, Ning Yingying already booking it towards the mouth of the cave.

“I can walk,” Ming fan squawked, but Binghe paid him no mind as he and Yingying dashed out of the cave. The problem was, it had been an entire cave system they’d had to fight though, and this wasn’t where they’d come in. So the sharp drop was an unpleasant surprise.

“Shit!” Binghe swore, bracing for the hit and doing his best to cushion himself and Ming Fan. He felt something wrench in his ankle when he landed, but couldn’t stop to nurse it – this was only the start of the slope, after all, and from the roar behind them, he could only hope that the beast wasn’t still following them. Ning Yingying squeaked when she landed, but kept moving.

Letting Ming Fan go, the three of them hopped and bounced down the slope to the forest of fleshy plants at the bottom. They dodged through the upper canopy, which consisted of large spongy- leaves? petals? and found themselves in a dimly lit space, even the trunks of the plants/trees a single bulbous, fleshy thing. The groundcover was spongy and green too, little puffs of yellow rising from where they trod.

Binghe stared down a the drifting yellow particles, tight lipped. They all knew the Abyss well enough by now to recognize the danger.

“A-Luo, you’re hurt,” Yingying panted. “Ming Fan, you too!”

“I’m fine, it’s just a few scratches,” Ming Fan said, waving off her concern.

Binghe also shook his head, one hand clamped tight around his other arm to try and staunch the bleeding. His stomach was also bleeding sluggishly, but the wounds there were shallower. “We’re fine, let’s keep moving.” He was significantly hardier than he had been before the revelation of his demonic side, and they couldn’t stop to fuck here. Having the scent of blood following them around also wasn’t ideal, but there wasn’t much they could do about it, short of ripping up their clothes for bandages. Given that they had nowhere to get more clothes, and even their stash of thread was being rapidly depleted fixing rips and tears, he’d rather keep his clothes as long as he could.

“I’m sorry I didn’t help more,” Yingying said after a few minutes of walking. “I should have…”

“No, you did the right thing,” Ming Fan said, and Binghe nodded.

“Let’s not get anyone more hurt than they have to be,” he agreed. His head felt a little floaty, and while he would attribute that to the bloodloss, he realized he was also starting to get hard. “This shidi is being affected by the pollen,” he said begrudgingly.

Ming Fan muttered a low curse, while Yingying nodded.

“Mmm. This- this shijie too,” she said, and now that Binghe was paying attention, both of his martial siblings were breathing a bit too heavy, their cheeks flushed a bright red. Ning Yingying was biting her lip so very enticingly, and Ming Fan was obviously hard, reminding Binghe of how good it had felt to have that cock deep inside him.

He swallowed hard, fighting back the tingly feeling even though he really didn’t want to. “It’s dangerous to stop here,” he said, as much to himself as the other two.

“Mmmm,” Yingying hummed in agreement, and oh that did things to Binghe. He bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed, forcing himself to stay on track.

His head was all muddled and floaty when he stopped, blinking up to see that the plant canopy wasn’t above them anymore. He turned to say something, but the world spun gently around him, and he forgot what he was going to say. Yingying and Ming Fan were a few steps behind him, leaning against each other and kissing desperately. That looked. So nice.

He took a step towards them, but the ground dipped under him, sending him stumbling, and Yingying and Ming Fan were falling towards him and, oh, the ground had opened. He fell, but only a short distance, landing with a wet plop in some kind of sweet-smelling syrup. The smell went straight to his hard, leaking cock. Ming Fan and Yingying landed on him, driving the breath out of him and someone’s elbow hit him right in the stomach, but he couldn’t care, because Yingying was crawling all over him, fitting her mouth to his and driving her slick, agile little tongue into his mouth as she ground against him. Ming Fan mouthed at Binghe’s cock through his soaked pants, sucking and moaning and sending hard bolts of pleasure up his spine. Binghe glanced down to see that Ming Fan maybe had a hand down his own pants, stroking himself, but it was difficult to see because it was getting dark.

Binghe glanced up to see something closing overhead. He didn’t want to care, he wanted to kiss Yingying some more and come in Ming Fan’s mouth. He wanted- but this was dangerous, and more importantly, it was dangerous for his martial siblings.

With a moan he pulled away from them and grabbed the sword where it fallen in the syrup next to him. Turning, he drove the sword into the fleshy wall with a spike of furious qi channeled through it, grunting in teary frustration. He just wanted to fuck!

The thing they were in – probably a plant – shook and heaved, leaves or whatever flaring open to give a few of the murky sky above them. Falling over himself, Binghe managed to sheathe Ming Fan’s sword (not in the fun way, not yet) and grabbed Ming Fan in a hug while Yingying latched onto him like an octopus, which suited him just fine.

Claws extended, he grabbed onto the wall, which made it quake more, and managed to jump, launching them up high enough for him to grab the lip of the thing and pull them out of it. Ming Fan let out a breathy ‘oh’ as Binghe pressed down on him, rubbing their cocks together. Yingying was sucking on the top of his ear with the same dedication she put into kissing, and Binghe was absolutely going to come right here. Head spinning, sobbing, he pulled them out all the way and staggered a few feet away before collapsing onto his martial siblings, kissing and grinding, tasting sweet nectar and skin.

“Pleeeeaaase, A-Luo, fuck me, fuck me I need it so bad,” Yingying whined, making Binghe’s cock jump as he came with a hitched cry. Fingers were tugging at his clothes when he blinked back to himself, and he helped as much as he could, sucking on the skin in front of him as he did. He found a little pink nub and proceeded to abuse Ming Fan’s nipple as Yingying finished undressing him, licking and kissing at his torso as she did. Clothes undone, Yingying pushed him back and away from a breathless Ming Fan, which he objected to with a whine. He wasn’t upset for long, though, because Yingying was grabbing his still-hard cock and lining herself up, settling down on it and letting gravity slowly press her hot wet pussy down on his cock. She was such a sight, naked and flushed, slick with the same nectar as all of them. Pushing up on her knees and then dropping again, she played with her nipples as she slowly but surely took more of Binghe’s cock, gripping him with pleasure and driving him breathless with need. Ming Fan joined them, leaning against Yingying and kissing her deeply, hand roaming over her stomach and down onto Binghe.

Trapped watching such a luscious scene, Binghe’s hand caught Ming Fan’s cock, batting his shixiong’s hand away from it and stroking him off with long, even pulls that made Ming Fan moan and rock into Binghe’s hand.

Gods, if he could stay here just like this, he would, Yingying tight and hot and pulsing around his cock, and Ming Fan so wonderfully loud and responsive in his hand. And then Yingying started moving.

“Yingying,” Binghe slurred, gripping Ming Fan’s cock harder. “Yingying, yes, please,” he babbled as she rose and fell, rose and fell, pleasure crawling up his spine like lightning. Yingying pushed Ming Fan down towards him, pressing them together. Binghe’s mouth melding tight against Ming Fan’s as they kissed desperately – what else was he supposed to do with his shixiong right there? – moaning into each other’s mouths as Yingying sped up. Hips hitching up in needy little jerks, Binghe rode the swell of pleasure as breathy moans and both their names fell out of Yingying’s mouth like pearls. Ming Fan sobbed as he pushed into Binghe’s hand, jerking and biting down on Binghe’s lip hard enough to draw blood. Binghe felt his balls draw up and he came hard, pushing up with a heave into Yingying, who cried out and clenched tight around him, making his head spin with pleasure. Having tumbled into completion one after the other, they collapsed into a hot, sweaty, heaving heap of limbs and torsos, Binghe still seated deep inside Yingying, feeling the little aftershocks of her pleasure tremble through him. Trapped between the two of them, Ming Fan sucked apologetically on Binghe’s lip, cleaning the blood off.

They drifted for a while, then fucked again, and again, and again, Binghe tried to keep an eye out between bouts, but it was so hard to pay attention to anything other than Yingying and Ming Fan, to their mouths, their hands; so hard not to lose himself in their heat and touch.

When he surfaced again after some time, he found Ming Fan cuddled up to him, fast asleep. Binghe was still half-hard, but it wasn’t the driving force that it had been. He quickly repressed the pang of regret, then wondered where Yingying was. Wait, what had awoken him?

Flushed cold with sudden alarm, he sat up. “Yingying?” he called, only to see her sitting on his other side, cross-legged and looking down at her lap, and- crying?

“Mzuh? Yingying?” Ming Fan asked, coming awake as Binghe jostled him.

Yingying looked at them, then pulled her knees up and bowed into a little bundle, hiding her tears. “Noo, don’t look at me.”

“What? Yingying, what’s wrong?” Binghe asked, moving towards her on his hands and knees, reaching out to put one hand on her shoulder.

“What happened? Are you okay?” Ming Fan asked, coming to kneel on her other side.

“I- I don’t know how it happened. I don’t- I can’t make it go away,” she said, her voice breaking with distress.

“Yingying, let me see,” Binghe said gently but firmly.

“Noooooo,” she warbled. “It’s- it’s- I don’t want you to see,” she said, pulling in even tighter.

“Yingying,” Ming Fan said, shuffling forward so that he could stroke her hair. “Whatever it is, we’ll get through it,” his eyes flicked towards Binghe, and there wasn’t even any hatred there, “together.”

Binghe had to bow his head and blink his own eyes clear. “Mn! Together,” he echoed.

They had to soothe her a bit more, but eventually her shoulders dropped out of their tight clench. “Okay,” she said softly, still sniffling. “Please don’t...hate me.”

“We would never,” Binghe coaxed.

Slowly, she let her legs fall open. Binghe felt his mouth drop open, and Yingying immediately jerked her legs up again, hiding her- her cock.

“See, I knew it!” she whined, tears welling again. “It’s ugly!”

“It’s not ugly!” Binghe said, giving Ming Fan a meaningful look.

Ming Fan snapped his mouth shut with a click. “R-right!” he squeaked, eyes still bugged out. “I-it’s just a- it’s just a- it’s totally normal! I mean Luo Binghe and I both have one! Even if his is way too big.”

Refusing to get derailed by his idiot shixiong, Binghe moved closer and put his arms around a still-crying Yingying. “It’s not ugly. Yingying is still Yingying, and we’ll get through this together.”

She sobbed and hugged him back.

“Yeah, I mean, Luo Binghe being a demon didn’t make us leave him, right, so, so this is nothing,” Ming Fan added his two coppers. “And, uh, there has to be some way to fix it, right? I mean, Mu-shishu is sure to know of something!” he tried to cheer her up. Probably.

Binghe shot him an exasperated look, and Ming Fan had the intelligence to look chastised, at least.

“Yingying is still Yingying,” he repeated softly, stroking her hair as he’d seen Ming Fan do.

Slowly, she quieted down to just watery breaths, then at last she gently pulled away, but not completely. She also reached out for Ming Fan’s hand, which to his credit, he quickly gave.

“But,” Yingying said reluctantly, “what happens if- when we run into more spring flowers?”

“Well, uh,” Binghe kicked his stalled brain into motion, because Yingying was exactly right – chances were very, very good that they would, in fact, run into more spring flowers. Before they’d gone a hundred steps, even. “Ming Fan and I have been managing, right? We’ll figure something out.”

Yingying nodded, small and still shy.

“And hey,” Ming Fan blurted out, “this way, you can pee standing up!”

Binghe shot Ming Fan an incredulous look. From the grimace on Ming Fan’s face, he was regretting opening his mouth, as he should.

Ning Yingying, however, let out a muffled snicker that quickly turned into full-blown shoulder-shaking laughter. She hid it against Binghe’s shoulder, though she never let go of Ming Fan.

When that died down, she looked up at both of them. “Thank you. I- there’s- I have another question though,” she said, glancing away and biting her lip. Binghe would much have preferred that she be biting his lip, but oh well, maybe later.

“What is it?” Binghe asked.

“How- how do I get it to go down?” she asked, blushing again and gesturing at her lap.

“Ah.” Binghe said. He probably should have seen that coming, quite honestly. Whatever kind of demon he was, it helped him burn through things faster, and even so he was still half-hard. That meant Ming Fan and Ning Yingying were wound up and ready to fuck. Binghe cleared his throat. “Usually I’d say wait it out or take a dip in a cold stream, but that’s not going to work here, so…”

“So...” Yingying echoed, still blushing, “so, like we do here, in the Abyss? That- Yingying should have thought of that. Yingying is s-sorry for bothering-”

“It’s not a bother!” Ming Fan interrupted.

“Mn. It’s a really big change, and Yingying is doing very well,” Binghe added. “If Yingying wants, I could, um, take care of it for you, or...I could show you how to do it yourself?”

“We can show you,” Ming Fan piped up, also blushing, but looking determined.

“O-okay, um, then, then this Yingying is in your care,” Yingying said. Binghe didn’t comment on the way her cock twitched.

“Yingying has a very pretty cock,” Binghe murmured, reaching out to take her gently by the wrist.

“N-no, it’s all veiny and, and-”

“I think Luo is right, it’s pretty,” Ming Fan said, still holding Yingying’s hand.

“R-really?” Yingying asked.

“Mm, and cute. Much smaller than mine,” Binghe said, which earned him a derisive snort from Ming Fan.

“A wooden log would be smaller than Luo’s weapon,” he grumbled.

“You weren’t complaining when you had your mouth on it,” Binghe purred as he guided Yingying’s hand to her cock, wrapping the fingers gently around its girth.

“That-! That was just the spring flower!” Ming Fan blushed, glancing down at Binghe’s cock, which had been steadily hardening, and then flicked to Yingying’s, which was red and flushed.

Yingying squeaked, then steadied her grip on her cock. “Ohh, oh that feels…” her eyes fluttered shut.

“Nice, mm?” Binghe prompted, and Yingying nodded.

“Uh-huh,” she said dreamily.

“Everyone has things they like best, but this always makes me feel good,” Binghe said, letting Yingying continue to stroke herself while he reached out to run a fingertip over the slit at the front of her cockhead, then down along the underside. Ning Yingying twitched, making a startled little noise as a drop of precum beaded on the tip of her cock, but her eyes were wide open now as she looked down at herself, her former shame and embarrassment rapidly turning into curiosity and interest.

“And I like this,” Ming Fan said, sliding a hand down and cupping Yingying’s balls, rolling them gently and running his fingers behind the sac.

Yingying squeaked again, squirming under the onslaught of pleasure, her nipples long since pebbled to attention. Within a few moments they were both touching and stroking her as well as themselves. Yingying leaned back against Binghe, asking for more, faster, and then at the last she let out a breathy cry and her cock spat out strings of white come.

“Oh no, I got everyone dirty,” she said when she’d caught her breath again, apparently ignoring the fact that all three of them had contributed to the white mess spattered over everyone.

“Well, at least we weren’t wearing anything,” Ming Fan said, leaning against Yingying in happy exhaustion.

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Several more days of walking took them out of the fleshy-plant forest, and into an area of windy canyons and high karsts reaching like rocky curtains towards the sky.

At least they weren’t getting dosed to the gills with spring flowers every other step, though after they’d figured out how to spot the trap-door ones, it was almost pleasant to travel through, with few large predators and streams here and there. Yingying had definitely gotten to try out her new cock several times. Her pussy was simply absent though, which had made her pout several times.

In the canyons, travel was much more difficult, needing to either follow a canyon blindly and hope they didn’t get turned around, or needing to go up and down canyon walls to follow particular direction. Now, Ming Fan could fly on his sword, but for one, there were things that could snatch you out of the sky, and if you were on your sword that meant you had no weapon, and for two, that meant at least temporarily splitting their trio, which wouldn’t have been such an issue if this weren’t the Endless fucking Abyss.

Exhausted from a day of scrabbling up and down rock walls, hungry and dirty, the three of them were huddled together under a rock outcropping. They’d managed to at least rinse themselves and their clothes, as well as catching some fish...things, which they’d eaten raw, but of course, because this was the Endless Abyss, there had been something trying to eat them, too. After killing it, they’d retreated before the fight could call more of the things down on them. No time to grill up either the fish-things or whatever that big water-reptile had been. Binghe missed cooked meat, and he knew the other two missed it even more, having grown up with readily available cooked food, but making a fire was too dangerous.

“You know, I’m supposed to be the one on watch,” Ming Fan said in a low, quiet voice, so as not to wake Yingying, who was passed out tucked between the two of them. “Go to sleep.”

“R-right,” Binghe said, putting down his hand, which he’d been looking at intently.

Ming Fan sighed. “What’s wrong?”

Binghe paused. Before the Abyss, even if he had found out about his heritage, he never would have confided in Ming Fan about it. Even after Sect Leader’s intervention, they’d never exactly been friends.

“I...when we fell into the trap-door plant, when I pulled us out...I could swear I had...claws.”

“Well, you are a demon,” Ming Fan said. There was no judgment there, just a plain fact. Binghe felt a lot of things about that, but pushed it all down, not wanting to deal with any of it right then.

“I- I mean, I have demonic qi, but I don’t- I don’t have claws, or fangs. I’m not- I’m not some beast,” he said, low and despairing.

“A-Luo is A-Luo,” Yingying said sleepily, squeezing Binghe’s arm where she was holding it. “If it’s okay for Yingying to have a cock, why isn’t it okay for A-Luo to have fangs or claws?”

“That’s different,” Binghe said, embarrassed. “Fangs and claws are things demons have, and demons are evil. A cock is just normal.”

“Fairly sure demons have cocks too,” Ming Fan said, just to be contrary.

“You know what I mean,” Binghe grumbled.

Yingying raised her head, nose in the air. “Some demons and humans have cocks. Some of us have jade gates,” she said in a pretend-snooty voice, then faltered, tucking her head back against Binghe’s shoulder. Perhaps remembering that she no longer had her jade gates.

“Thanks, Yingying,” Binghe said, resting his head against hers. “And Ming Fan too, I guess,” he teased. After that, it was easier to get to sleep, for some reason.

Binghe felt sooo good, and sooo relaxed. He watched Boss kiss Yingying, who eagerly angled her head up to kiss her back. Boss fondled Yingying’s large, soft tits, making a bead of white milk trickle out of one.

“Good girl, you’re ready, aren’t you?” Boss cooed.

Binghe stared at the drop of milk rolling down his shijie’s smooth skin, entranced. Boss kneeled down between Yingying’s spread thighs, where Yingying’s pussy gleamed, soft and wet. Boss lifted a small pail and started to massage Yingying’s breasts in earnest, milking Yingying, making her moan.

Binghe’s own tits were aching, so full of milk, but he wasn’t allowed to touch, so he lowed for attention, the sound flowing out of him so naturally.

“Patience, patience,” Boss chided, amused, “Mommy has to work on your little sister first.”

Something about that...wasn’t right. Mom- His mom was-

Blue light spun before his eyes, pulling at his gaze like a lodestone. The flashes of light were calming, scattering his thoughts until only peace and pleasure remained. He didn’t need to think, only to let the blue sparks fill his world.

“What are you doing, he’s under,” he heard Boss snap, but paid it no mind.

“You say that, but you didn’t see his expression. I’m telling you, something about calling yourself that rubs him the wrong way.”

“He doesn’t have a personality rub the wrong way anymore, just nice full tits for us to rub the right way,” Boss smirked. “He went under a treat, just like this little girl here.”

“I’m still not really comfortable with… she’s human, Meiling.”

“She’s working with a demon, she gets what she gets,” Boss snapped again.

“We only do this with demons, because they’re evil. What-”

“What’s she gonna do if we let her go, huh? Nothing good, that’s what. That last fire demon was getting too old, anyway. This way she gets to stay alive and be a mindless little whore for us, too.”

Something wasn’t...right. Binghe blinked, eyelids dragging as he tried to shake off...something.

“Damnit, Meiling.”

The blue intensified, wearing away at his sense of unease. It was so hard to think, anyway. Much easier to just open his legs, to show his needy little pussy to the world. So much easier to let pleasure be his whole world. To submit to the way it felt when Boss milked him, waves of pleasure washing him away in an ocean of lust, his pussy filled by the Other One afterwards.

He wavered, feeling the pull of mindless bliss.

Someone yelled. There was a loud crash and more yelling. “What did you do to them!? Get away from her! Luo! Luo Binghe! Wake up!”

“I thought you were dead! You! I thought you killed him!”

“I left him for the-!”

“You’re a disgrace to your sect! How can you do this to a disciple!?”

Harsh laughter echoed in the cavern. “There aren’t any sects in the Abyss, only those who survive, and those who don’t.”

“Luo Binghe! You have to save Yingying! Beast!!”

Ying...ying? He had to...save…?

“He’s not going to answer you ever again, you brat, and you’ll be dead or just like him, soon enough,” Boss hissed.

Boss brought pleasure, he was good for Boss, but...if Yingying needed him...if Ming Fan needed him...

“BINGHE!”

“Get him!”

Binghe bit down hard on his lower lip, the spark of pain clearing his mind a bit. Biting down again, he tasted blood and meat, his own teeth slicing through him and letting blood flood his mouth.

He opened his eyes, mind still swimming between action and obedience.

“Luo Bing-! Mmmmmmgh!”

“Got you!”

“Hold him down!”

A man – the Other One(Binghe’s pussy twitched) – was pinning Ming Fan to the ground, hand wrapped tight around his throat. His shixiong’s mouth worked, trying to speak, trying to get air.

Ming Fan was in danger!

Binghe lurched forward, jerking hard against the rope that bound his wrists.

A woman – Boss(he followed boss) – a woman poured a vial of something into the small pail she was holding, then she was pouring Yingying’s milk into Ming Fan’s mouth. Ming Fan tried to fight it, tried to scream, but she held his mouth closed as the man released his throat and Binghe could see his shixiong swallow convulsively, out of options.

Boss The woman was laughing, while the Other One the man kept Ming Fan pinned.

Ming Fan’s struggles were fading fast, turning sluggish as he tried to gag and fight free. Binghe yanked against the rope, hard. He had to get out, he had to get free!

Ming Fan’s head fell back against the ground, and Binghe knew he didn’t have much time. If he’d ever needed claws, now was the time.

He didn’t have much play on the ropes, but the pulling had given him just enough that he could pull them together behind his back, and reach one wrist with the other hand.

Lines of fire traced over his wrist as he ripped his fingers down the ropes around it as hard as he could. He just needed to get one loop-

“Hey, what’s the demon doing?” the man yelled, and Binghe yanked again, feeling something give. Pulling frantically now, his bloody wrist came free, the other left with a long tail of rope, but he was loose!

Binghe wasn’t sure what he wanted to say, but all that came out of his mouth was a snarl, animalistic and wild. Pouncing forward, the slammed the man off Ming Fan and felt vicious satisfaction as the man’s head bounced hard against the rock floor and he went limp.

Rounding on the woman, he launched towards her.

“Don’t hurt Mommy!” she yelled as she shielded her chest and head with her arms, and he knew she wasn’t Mom, he knew, okay?! He knew it should only make him angrier, make him more determined, but still, still he swiped her across the stomach and shoulder-checked her into a wall instead of ripping her throat out like he should have, damnit. She’d at least be occupied keeping herself from bleeding out, which would give them some time to run.

There was a blue glint around her throat – a crystal pendant cut to sparkle like a star, and he grabbed for it, catching it and ripping it off her. For lack of anything better to do, he put it around Yingying’s neck and tied it quickly, then grabbed the rope binding her and pulled it taut with one hand, shredding it with his claws like the beast he was.

Yingying just blinked at him placidly, so he grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder. Turning around, he grabbed Ming Fan by the hand and hauled him upright. “Where’s your sword?” he snapped, hoping that Ming Fan could sense his spiritual sword even in this stage. Ming Fan didn’t have it on him, and they needed a weapon.

Ming Fan just looked at him.

“Ming Fan. Where. Is. Your. Sword?” Binghe asked again, resisting the urge to shake his shixiong. Finally, that got a reaction. Ming Fan frowned, then pointed vaguely upwards and to one side. Were they underground?

Apparently, yes. Binghe trotted through the corridors, ascending rock-carved stairs where he could and getting Ming Fan to point again. The small side-cave they stumbled into smelled musty and contained several piles of clothes and objects. Binghe stared. How long had the two cultivators been doing this?

Fortunately, his and Yingying’s clothes were the closest pile, and Ming Fan’s sword was found tossed just a bit further back. Binghe also snatched one or two robes that seemed fresher and larger. Ming Fan’s sword back at his waist made Binghe feel much better, and though he had to toss Yingying back over his shoulder, they made their way to the surface quickly.

It was only later that Binghe remembered that the man had also had a blue gem, but he certainly wasn’t going to go back for it. Not that he wanted to use it, but it would have been nice if he could have stopped them from repeating their despicable actions. Then again, maybe they had a place where they could get more gems, even if he’d taken both. The burn of shame and rage sat poorly, but there was nothing he could do about it except to carry on, to get all three of them as far away from the two monsters as he could.

Binghe woke up in heaven, he glanced down and found Ming Fan and Yingying had each latched onto one of his teats, nursing gently. Each pull made him feel warm and a bit floaty, his aching tits tingling as they got drained at last. He curled an arm around each of them, and Ming Fan let go to look up at him.

“Binghe,” Ming Fan slurred, and Binghe gripped him a bit tighter.

“You can talk again?” he asked, voice hoarse.

“Mmm. Still… still not…” Ming Fan frowned and shook his head with a whine.

“It’s okay, you’re getting better,” Binghe said, stroking his shixiong’s naked back and watching Ming Fan’s eyes flutter closed.

He turned to his shijie. “Yingying?” he asked, but there was no response, just the steady suckling. Looked like she wasn’t getting better. Maybe she just needed more time? She’d been further under – all the way under – and she didn’t have Binghe’s demonic resistance.

He lay back, letting them drink their fill. He’d much rather give his milk to them than to that woman. If he ever saw her again he would rip her throat out, he promised himself.

It was hard to hold onto that anger when A-Fan and Ying’er were sucking so nicely though, each pull making his simmering pussy shiver. Oh. He had a pussy now. And Yingying had hers back?

“A-Fan.”

“Mmm?”

Binghe shivered. “Wanna fuck me?”

A-Fan pulled off Binghe’s teat with a pop, blushing. However, instead of moving down to Binghe’s pussy, he sat up and pulled Binghe’s arm around, placing his palm on Ming Fan’s crotch.

Binghe frowned. Ming Fan’s crotch was flat, with only a small bush of hair. No cock or balls. He didn’t have tits the way Binghe and Ying’er did, but his chest was a bit swollen. On a hunch, Binghe pressed his fingers against where A-Fan’s taint should be, and found warm, soft flesh that parted easily. Pushing his fingers deeper past A-Fan’s lips and making his shixiong gasp, Binghe found a small nub – Ming Fan’s clit – and further back, a hot, wet pussy.

As if moving by themselves, Binghe’s fingers thrust inside, and A-Fan pressed himself down onto them. “Good, s’good, ohhh,” A-Fan said, gaze hazy and unfocused as he stroked his chest and the bare nubs of his not-quite breasts.

Binghe moved his fingers in and out, relishing Ming Fan’s stumbled words and pleasured moans as he brought his shixiong to orgasm with just his fingers pumping steadily in and out of A-Fan’s dripping pussy, dragging his thumb over the clit every now and again just to hear the startled gasps.

Ming Fan came, squeezing around Binghe’s fingers and going “ah! ah! ahhh!” Binghe’s pussy squeezed around nothing, pleasure rocking through him with his own climax, though the empty, needy feeling didn’t abate.

Ying’er had pulled off his tit, and was curled up tight against him, so maybe she’d come as well? Binghe hoped so.

A-Fan collapsed back against him, muttering, “Bing...hhh...bing…”

Binghe allowed some time for them all to come down from their pleasure. “We need to move,” he said at last, regretful but determined. They’d have to be more careful, with Yingying out of commission and Ming Fan compromised, but they couldn’t stay here, so close to those people.

“Mn,” A-Fan grunted, still looking a bit out of it as he started pulling his clothes back on. Binghe did the same, then they both helped dress Yingying.

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They managed in this way – taking it slow, both caring for Yingying – for a week or two. Ming Fan’s swollen chest flattened again, some of the effects from the tainted milk dissipating, though none of them got their dicks back, and Binghe and Yingying both had to be milked daily.

By which Binghe meant that he woke up to A-Fan and Ying’er suckling on him every morning, making him feel so warm and good, and then he and A-Fan would turn around and help Ying’er with her straining tits. Sometimes she’d even half-say their names during it, which was the most vocal she got for the entire day.

If he ever had to relate any of this to anyone, Binghe would definitely leave out the milking. Down in the Abyss, however, it was just another practical thing – they had the milk and it tasted good so they drank it. Whatever had been done to them also helped with the food situation in another way, since Binghe found that he could simply eat raw plants now, though he had to be careful to avoid spring flowers, and twice as careful when it came to Ying’er, since she’d also eat any plants they put in her mouth.

Sitting against the back wall of a shallow cave, Binghe looked out over a meadow that ran down to a wide river. It wasn’t sunset – the clouds never cleared enough to give them any kind of look at what might be up there, but Binghe doubted it was a sun – but the light was fading, darkness creeping in for the night.

“I miss sunsets,” Binghe confessed.

“Mm. Pretty. Light turns so...yellow,” Ming Fan said. His speech was improving as his mind slowly cleared, but he still struggled.

Yingying curled against him in her usual place, saying nothing.

“She’s not getting better,” Ming Fan said, sadly.

“If we can get out of the Abyss, we can ask Mu-shishu.” It was a tiny hope, but surely the Peak Lord known for being the best doctor in the jianghu would at least be able to do something.

“Mm.”

Binghe re-chewed some of the plants he’d eaten earlier as they sat in silence. He still couldn’t remember exactly how things had started with the two (demonic? rogue?) cultivators, but he’d gotten Ming Fan’s halting side of the story, and it amounted to Binghe and Yingying being too trusting of friendly faces, and Ming Fan being a suspicious party-pooper. Except Ming Fan had turned out to be right, of course. He’d played dead after a first fight had gone badly, and come back for them as soon as he could. If he hadn’t, Binghe and Ying’er would both still be at the mercy of those foul- No. Think of something else.

As to what exactly had been done to their bodies (and minds), well, there were unavoidable comparisons to cows, at least according to Ming Fan. The tits and the milk, as well as the fact that Binghe needed to re-chew food he’d eaten earlier. Ming Fan said he might have two stomachs now? Binghe refused to freak out about it. They had bigger problems. He re-swallowed his food. At least there weren’t any obvious non-human traits like horns or tails. Things that would be difficult to hide and impossible to explain to righteous cultivators, if they ever got out of the Endless Abyss.

At least there wasn’t any sign of pursuit, so far.

“Ming Fan?”

“Mm?”

“Remember that big fight we had? About the jade pendants?”

Ming Fan thought for a moment. “Mn.”

“Did- did you keep mine? I couldn’t...find it afterwards.”

Ming Fan was already shaking his head. “No. Had it, we fought. I don’t know if- Must have dropped?”

“But I searched-” Binghe cut himself off when his voice wavered. “Okay. Thank you.”

“...Sorry,” Ming Fan said.

It didn’t bring back Mom’s gift, but it was something. “Mn.”

Heaving a large sigh, he cuddled his two lovers, listening to their steady breathing as they slept.

It was early morning, everything still grey. The three of them had just wrapped up the milking and fucking when something rustled.

“Oh, what have we here?” The voice was that of a young woman, and she sounded positively thrilled.

Binghe, about to put his belt on, spun around, heart in his throat and Ming Fan’s sword pointing towards the voice.

A young woman – no, she had pointed ears, a demon! – raised her hands, not attempting to attack. “Ah, apologies, lord, apologies! This humble one meant no offense!” she said, springing backwards.

“Who are you!” Binghe barked, placing himself in front of the other two. He’d almost lost them both to friendly faces, he wasn’t about to be half so stupidly trusting a second time.

“This one is Shufen, my lord, a humble succubus and nothing more.”

“A succubus?” Of course she was, he thought, annoyed. “Succubi usually run in packs. Are there more of you?”

“My lord, we mean no harm, please, this humble one was only surprised,” she demurred.

“That’s not answering my question,” he said, on the verge of snarling. Damn, his claws were out.

“O-only four of us, my lord, please, we mean no harm, truly!”

Binghe’s eyes tracked to movement behind her, finding a woman who stood frozen some ways away. She looked older than the one in front of them, but had to be another demon.

“Who is that?” Binghe asked sharply.

The girl’s head whipped around. “Jiejie! Uh- that’s this humble one’s jiejie, Lanhua.”

Lanhua was walking slowly, carefully towards them. “Greetings, honored lord,” she said, bowing low. “This one is Lanhua. Please forgive my meimei for any offense she has given. She is an impulsive girl, but means no harm.”

Why did they keep calling him lord? A trick? Deference because he had a sword?

“Then you won’t mind letting us go on our way,” Binghe tested.

“Of course not,” Lanhua said. “The lord may naturally go where he wishes, these humble ones have no wish to detain anyone.”

“Good. Then-” Binghe paused. Ming Fan had put a hand on his shoulder. When Binghe turned to look at him, A-Fan was frowning. Binghe looked at the succubi again. They hadn’t moved. “Excuse us a moment,” he said, pulling Ming Fan back a few steps so that they could huddle with Yingying. Binghe still kept an eye on the demons, of course.

“What is it?” Binghe asked quietly.

“Succubi...know sex. Maybe- maybe curses?” Ming Fan shook his head, frowning harder and squeezing his eyes shut, then tried again. “Succubi know about sex,” he enunciated carefully. “Maybe they know how to break sex curses?”

Binghe felt hope twist through him. “You think they can help you and Ying’er?”

Ming Fan shrugged, silent.

Was it worth the risk? He bit his lip. It was a dangerous path either way – they could continue on as they were, with Ming Fan and Yingying compromised, or they could risk asking demons for help.

On the one hand, demons. On the other, the succubi were apparently willing to let them leave without contesting it. Did that mean they could be trusted? He wanted to say no, but...wasn’t he also a demon?

Succubi were pretty weak, as demons went. If there really were just four of them, Binghe could probably overpower at least one or two of them if he had to, and he was pretty immune to sex pollens. That would probably make them less likely to start something.

There had always been titillating tales floating around the sect about succubus dens that operated openly in the larger cities, that would drive men mad with lust, for the right price. If succubi were tolerated in human cities, then surely at least some of them had to have some honour? Or were those just salacious tales with no basis in reality?

He didn’t have enough information, but he still had to make this choice. Binghe’s hand tightened on the hilt of Ming Fan’s sword.

He strode back to the succubi, who had been patiently waiting. “Lanhua-dajie, are you the leader of your group?”

“This Lanhua is not, our madam is called Longhua.”

‘Dragon flower,’ huh? Binghe was starting to sense a theme.

“This lord,” Binghe said, deciding to play the title to the hilt, “would like to meet Madam Longhua. He has a question for her.”

Luo Binghe sank into a tub of lukewarm water and thought he might cry. It had been so long since he’d been able to safely rinse himself, nevermind in anything except chilly streams or rivers. The tub wasn’t large enough for three, which was a crying shame in and of itself, but A-Fan and Ying’er were sitting against the wall on a mat of rushes and reeds, cuddling and, most importantly, within eyesight. Ming Fan even kept his hand on his sword.

Not his cock, which he still didn’t have, but his actual sword, which Binghe had given to him to hold. Gods, it felt strange to see Ming Fan with it again. He’d been the one to save both Binghe and Yingying, when they’d fallen into the Abyss, flying down and catching them. Yingying had lost her sword during the fight against some kind of horrible abyssal creature beforehand, and Zheng Yang… Well. No righteous cultivator sword for Binghe.

Then, when Binghe had proven to be the most resistant to the spring flowers, it had only made sense that Binghe should hold onto their best weapon. If they ever get out of the Abyss...it would be good to be able to give A-Fan back his sword, permanently. He and Ying’er would be able to return to Qing Jing, probably lauded as heroes. As for Binghe...that’s a problem for a later date.

Binghe finished his bath, and got out. “I’m done. A-Fan, do you want to go next?”

A-Fan raised his head from Yingying’s shoulder. “Mn.”

“Okay. I’ll reheat the water.” Binghe wasn’t the best with qi techniques, but he could at least get the water a bit warmer. A-Fan kissed Ying’er lightly and went to scrub and wash himself with water from the washbasin – hm, Binghe should heat that too.

Yingying let out a small, unhappy lowing sound, since neither of them were by her side, so Binghe carried the smaller tub of water over to the mat of rushes and put on the least dirty of the robe of the couple he’d grabbed from the rogue cultivators’ cave. Then, using actual, real soap, he started washing their clothes, thinking as he soaped up the first garment.

The meeting with Madam Longhua had been...interesting. She’d also automatically deferred to him, calling him ‘lord.’ The other three succubi were Lanhua, whom they’d already met, her sister Linhau, and then Shufen was the youngest. He’d explained the basics – that they were under a curse involving sex in some capacity, and that he’d hoped she might have some knowledge of how to remove it. He’d added that he’d be willing to trade for such information, but hadn’t been able to name anything specific that he possessed to that end.

Which wasn’t a problem, because the succubi were entirely willing to trade for food. Their kind of food.

“Food. You mean...sex?” Binghe had clarified. He was much less squeamish about it by this point.

“Yes,” the second in command, Lanhua, had blurted out. “Heavens, my lord doesn’t know how much flesh these humble ones have had to eat. It does the job, one supposes, but it gets tiring.”

Both of the older succubi had agreed with varying levels of emphasis. The youngest one, Shufen, had just shrugged. “This humble one has mostly eaten meat. Sex is reserved as a treat for a year-end celebration. Not that this humble one quite understands what the fuss is about the year, but it’s nice.”

“She has never seen snow, or smelled plum blossoms in the sunshine, or tasted the vibrant flavour of a newly wedded couple,” Lanhua had explained, brushing a lock of Shufen’s hair behind her ear. “She was very young when we four humble ones came to this horrid place.”

So, the succubi had agreed to offer them a safe place to rest in exchange for being able to siphon off some of their qi during sex. Not sex with the succubi, Binghe had stood firm on that, but being in the room while the act occurred. The three of them fucked every morning, it wasn’t like they’d have to go out of their way(not that he’d said that).

Longhua had given them a wistful but resigned look, and agreed.

Binghe was still cautious, but he was willing to extend a tentative trust to these succubi. Much more than he trusted the two rogue cultivators.

Their clothes were still a little damp, and he really needed to do some mending on the little tears that had developed, but for the first time since they’d gotten down here, the three of them were relatively clean and wearing clean clothes.

Binghe swallows around the lump in his throat, looking at his lovers. They’re all taller now, than they had been. Pants were no longer quite long enough, sleeves a little too high on the wrists – or a lot too high on the wrists, in Binghe’s case. Maybe he should swap out his current over-robe for the large one he’d taken.

They all looked older. No longer fresh-faced disciples with only a few night-hunts under their belts. How long...had they been down here? Several months, at least. A year?

“Binghe?” A-Fan asked, leaning into him.

“Just wool-gathering,” Binghe smiled, bussing a kiss over A-Fan’s mouth. “Come on, lets go to dinner.”

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The meat was cooked. That’s about all Binghe could say for it. Which wasn’t nothing, but he felt like in hindsight it should have been obvious that since succubi preferred sex to physical food, they wouldn’t know how to make it taste good. It was a little burnt, too, but Shufen and Linhua looked actually upset about the poor quality of the meal, and Binghe decided not to comment. Ming Fan wrinkled his nose a bit, but a light elbow from Binghe and his face smoothed out. Yingying ate whatever was put in her mouth.

“So,” Madam Longhua said as they sat back, drinking heated water, “Lord Luo said he had an issue with a sex curse?”

Binghe nodded. “There are two cultivators, several days’ travel from here-”

Madam Longhua hissed. “Those two! Ah, apologies for the interruption.”

“You’re aware of them, then?”

“Yes,” Madam Longhua said, clipped. “They’ve tried to capture these humble ones once before. If not for Linhua keeping a lookout, they might have succeeded. Fortunately, they are too far away to be a bigger nuisance.”

“They caught us,” Binghe admitted curtly. “They employ...we don’t know what, the best guess we have is that it’s some kind of potion that blankets the mind and enhances the libido. There are...physical changes as well,” he gestured to his chest. “The- the milk it causes might also play a part, though if that’s necessary it begs the question of where they got it in the first place.”

“Is that what happened to your friend?” Shufen asked, casting a sympathetic look at Yingying.

“Yes,” Binghe sighed. “We need to break the hold it still has on her mind.”

“Hm, this humble one could take a look at the internal workings of this...affliction, but it would be most effective if done during sex with the afflicted,” Madam Longhua said.

Binghe wasn’t even surprised. “Fuck me first. If that doesn’t get a useful answer, we can reconsider. You can feed while you fuck, but don’t try to put me under.” He’d probably have to have to work on his language when and if they get back to the human realm, but he simply did not have the patience for it right now. If he’s rude, he’s rude.

“Of course, Lord Luo,” Madam Longhua said with a graceful dip of her head, “Please, this way.”

“Ming Fan and Ning Yingying are coming with,” Luo Binghe said, not allowing for any leeway.

“If your lordship is comfortable with that, then of course they’re welcome,” Madam Longhua said, though Binghe noted the surprised tilt of her eyebrows. Well, tough. Where he goes, they go.

He drew a deep breath as soon as they entered what has to be a hastily arranged bedroom, noticing a slight perfume, but nothing distracting.

“These humble quarters are of course not worthy of your lordship,” Longhua tried to flatter, “but the bed should be soft.”

“Ming Fan, are you feeling okay?” Binghe murmured, and got a nod in return. Good, no obvious strong pheromones or pollens.

“It is sufficient,” Binghe said to Madam Longhua, starting to strip. “How do we go about this?”

“Lord Luo can- oh.”

He was stripping out of his pants, and realized what the problem might be. “Succubi can take any form, correct?” Binghe checked.

“Ah, yes, is- is Lord Luo requesting…”

“Look, you’re going to have to fuck me. Is that a problem?” he asked, suddenly worried. Could succubi actually shapeshift like that, or was that just another salacious rumour?

“Usually it’s a problem for the customer more than these humble ones,” she admitted. “That is to say, it will not be a problem, no.” Madam Longhua slipped off her robes, and as she did a subtle shift occurred, until Binghe was faced with a man so gorgeous he could easily have passed for an immortal cultivator. Even his cock was elegant. Binghe found that he preferred Yingying’s and Ming Fan's.

“Lord Luo,” Madam Longhua said as he laid down on the bed, spreading himself like an offering with a come-hither look, “whenever you’re ready.”

“I- Madam Longhua,” he said, suddenly feeling a bit awkward, “I trust that you’re the expert here. I will do it in this fashion if that works better, but...would it be possible to do it the other way around?”

Madam Longhua gave Binghe a long, considering look. “Lords usually prefer to be in charge,” he said, a neutral statement but also a question.

“Why do you think I’m a lord?” Binghe asked, finally unable to keep quiet on that.

“Lord Luo is a powerful demon. By right, he should be a lord, and if he is not, he will be soon. Succubi are weak in comparison to most demons, and so we defer, for our own safety,” Madam Longhua answered, maybe more honest than he’d meant to be.

Hearing it stated so openly made Binghe’s stomach twist. He’d suspected that he wasn’t an ordinary demon, but to know for sure…damnit.

“I would prefer the best outcome, however that may be achieved,” Binghe said, focusing on the problem he could do something about.

“Then, no, it doesn’t terribly matter one way or the other,” Longhua said. “Would Lord Luo prefer the jade gates or the chrysanthemum?”

Binghe was about to say he didn’t care but...didn’t he? His pussy would be easier, slicker, but...it would be his first time. He’d already had Ming Fan and – that one memorable time – Yingying in his ass. He kind of wanted his first time getting his pussy fucked to be with them too.

If nothing else, all this thinking about sex was getting him ready to go. “Chrysanthemum,” he decided.

Madam Longhua made space on the bed, and Binghe let the succubus position him ass-up, bracing himself on his knees and crossed arms.

“What’s that?” he asked, twitching as she spread something slick between his ass cheeks.

Longhua paused. “Lubrication. Has...Lord Luo not used it before?”

“Ah. There’s sometimes a lot of nectar, that makes things slippery. What’s it for?”

A long pause. “Making things slippery. Lord Luo has had sex in this fashion before, yes?”

“Yes,” Binghe said, starting to feel a bit defensive.

“Did it not...hurt?” Longhua asked, sounding a little strangled. He pushed one slick finger into Binghe’s ass.

“Yes? A little. But it felt good, and I heal really fast, so it’s fine.” His pussy clenched as another slick finger joined the action in his ass.

“Lord Luo…” Longhua trailed off. “Lord Luo is truly powerful,” he said at last, stretching Binghe steadily, until he could easily fit a third finger.

“This does feel good,” Binghe admitted. His head rested on his arms, turned so that he could see Ming Fan and Yingying.

“Thanking Lord Luo for the compliment. This humble one would be happy to share the recipe,” Longhua said, and Binghe felt the succubus withdraw his fingers, only for a blunt pressure to replace them. He stayed as relaxed as possible, and the cock slipped into him slow and easy. So this was what professional sex was like. Maybe...maybe he could learn a few things.

Binghe squirmed a bit, getting used to Longhua’s cock inside him. He resisted the urge to reach for his own tits, but did clench his ass and pussy, letting a shiver of pleasure spark up his spine.

“Is Lord Luo ready?” Longhua asked, voice low and steady.

“Mn.”

The succubus pulled slowly out, then slid in again, a steady rhythm that felt both calming and arousing. Something wet ran down the inside of his thigh, and it could have been either lubricant or slick from his pussy. Binghe breathed deeply and angled one hand to stroke his tits, just a little. He could feel traces of demonic energy slipping through him like minnows in a stream, silvery ghosts lost in the rush around them.

“Hmm, this is...very curious. I can feel the curse. It seems equal parts demonic and spiritual, which is uncommon indeed. There’s a part that seems...broken- oh, what’s this? It feels-”

The whole endeavor so far had been more medical than erotic, though of course there was pleasure. How could there not be, when someone was stroking your ass from the inside? Longhua’s running commentary hadn’t exactly been sultry pillow talk, and it wasn’t as if it was Ying’er or Ming Fan fucking him.

So the explosion of power blindsided Binghe completely, energy flooding into him, crackling over his skin in long blue-white sparks as pleasure jolted through every inch of him, making him cry out and come, hard. His everything spasmed, from his toes to his ass and pussy, to his tits and ears. “Hh-hhaaAAHH!” Binghe cried out, clutching onto the blanket as he rode the waves of power and ecstasy.

Catching his breath and blinking his eyes, he found himself on his side, Ming Fan standing next to him with sword held out in front of him.

“Bing. Bing!” Ming Fan called frantically.

“M’kay,” Binghe groaned, trying to sit up, but gave it up as a bad job. “Ming Fan, I’m okay.”

The sword shook just a little. Ming Fan glanced at him. “Bing?”

“I’m okay. Just. Took me by surprise.” Binghe levered himself into a sitting postiong, looking around to see that Longhua was flat on his butt, hands held up in surrender as Ming Fan pointed the sword at him.

Even Yingying was looking on with vaguely more worry than usual, and the other three succubi were gathered at the doorway.

“I’m okay,” Binghe repeated, louder so that everyone could hear him. Ming Fan’s arm started to tremble and the sword dipped.

“This humble one apologizes,” Longhua said, still making no move to get up, “he touched something he should not have, and there was an outflow of power.”

Binghe took Ming Fan’s arm and gently lowered it all the way. He noted that his claws were out. “Thank you, Ming Fan,” he said softly, speaking just for the person who’d fought to protect him. “Thank you.”

Binghe swallowed hard and cleared his throat, turning to Longhua. “What happened?”

“This humble one believes he knows enough about the curse and other factors to suggest a solution,” Longhua said, standing slowly.

Binghe had shrugged on an over-robe. Madam Longhua had done the same, but more elegantly, shifting to her female form as she did. Everyone had regrouped in the living room area, and Madam Longhua delicately cleared her throat to begin.

“Lord Luo, would this humble one be correct in supposing that his heritage is unknown to him?”

“The only parent I ever knew was human,” Binghe said tersely, not eager to get into the subject.

Madam Longhua nodded. “Lord Luo is half human, and it is most likely that his demonic heritage is Heavenly Demon.”

Binghe’s head was filled with white noise, because there were demons and then there were demons. “Heavenly..” he echoed. No, there weren’t any more heavenly demons. The last of them had been eradicated by the joint effort of the cultivation sects...a little longer ago than he’d been alive. “But I looked human. My energies were human,” he said. It was a weak protest, he’d already surmised he was at least part demon, but he had to say something.

“There is a cradle seal upon Lord Luo’s demonic heritage, placed by what must have been a truly talented cultivator. I believe it is set to decay naturally, as Lord Luo ages and his demonic power grows stronger.”

“And this cradle seal can’t be reinforced?” Binghe asked.

“Lord Luo is half Heavenly Demon. That level of power cannot be hidden forever. It’s a miracle the cultivator was able to create an array that lasted as long as it did. But there is also good reason to think that the seal breaking would be beneficial to Lord Luo’s goal.”

Binghe frowned. “How so?”

“Heavenly Demons are renowned for their truly unmatched power and resistance to all manner of poisons and ailments. Heavenly Demons can also confer this resistance to others.”

Madam Longhua immediately had Binghe’s undivided attention. “What? How?!”

“Several means, but for curing poisons and breaking curses, there is none that can match dual cultivation with a Heavenly Demon. The only condition is that the Heavenly Demon must reach completion inside their partner.”

“It requires a cock,” Binghe said flatly.

“Yes. Thus, if this humble one can finish breaking the cradle seal upon Lord Luo, he should be free of his own curse. After that-”

“I can cure Ming Fan and Yingying myself,” Binghe completed the train of thought, eyes widening in realization.

“Just so.”

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Soon enough, they were back at it again. Binghe lay head down, ass up, while Longhua fucked him with steady, driving strokes and Ming Fan and Ning Yingying watched. Binghe’s claws were out, demonic energy running alongside spiritual like it usually did in the most desperate circumstances.

Then again, what were these if not desperate circumstances? If embracing his demonic heritage is the price for healing the A-Fan and Ying’er, how could he ever choose otherwise?

So, Binghe didn’t fight the swell of demonic energy inside him. He breathed through the rolling headaches that came and went as Longhua steadily wore away at the seal. His teeth were sharper, sounds were louder. Longhua’s long-fingered hands stroked his back and sides as the succubus moved inside him. Binghe was ready to come, had been for a while now, but Longhua effortlessly kept him hovering on the edge.

“Get ready,” Longhua said, pressing his cock deeper and deeper into Binghe with each thrust.

Binghe grunted in acknowledgment. A-Fan looked on with wide eyes, hugging Yingying. Binghe shut his eyes and let Longhua work his magic, keeping his body and mind open and pliant.

Binghe heard himself moan, and came. Pleasure and pain rolled over him in equal measure. Demonic qi rose like a river in flood, but the banks held, parallel meridians channeling the rush of new power steadily.

Distantly, he felt Longhua pull out and guide him to lie down. He blinked up at A-Fan (when did A-Fan get over here?), who was petting his hair.

“Did it work?” Binghe asked, feeling adrift and disoriented from the sudden rush of changes.

A-Fan reached down and put his hand around something, giving it a long stroke- oh!

“Yes.”

Binghe tore his eyes away from a grinning Ming Fan, to look past his own suddenly-flat-again chest to his cock, which was already hardening.

“It worked, it really worked!” Binghe crowed, grinning widely up at his A-Fan.

“Eyes are...red. Pretty.”

Binghe made the conscious decision not to freak out about that. He’d chosen this, after all. “Thanking A-Fan.”

“Lord Luo,” Madam Longhua said, returning and kneeling beside them, “This humble one will take her leave, but remember to be careful of claws and teeth. Here are two jars of lubricant. It can be used to smooth any entry, though the taste is not recommended. Please feel free to use as much as your lordship wishes, and if more is required, my sisters and I are here to serve.”

“Thanking Madam Longhua,” Binghe said, nodding to her as she left the room.

Binghe sat up, re-learning his balance. Not helped by Yingying, who draped herself over over his back, her breasts lovely soft cushions as she wound her arms around his chest.

“Ying...also likes,” Ming Fan said, leaning in and kissing first Binghe, then Yingying over his shoulder.

Binghe felt a shudder go through him, mixing oddly with the arousal and the demonic energy. His ass still felt slick, and his cock was fully hard now. Fuck, he hoped being a demon wasn’t like being permanently affected by spring flowers.

Even if it was, though. Even with the claws and fangs and whatever other inhuman traits he now had. It would be worth it.

Binghe hugged Ying’er, minding his claws, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Can I ask Yingying to wait just a little longer?” he asked, and got the usual placid look. Nodding, he nudged her to one side of the thin mattress, where she sat cross-legged.

Ming Fan looked confused when Binghe turned to him. “Ying?” he asked.

“This will probably work,” Binghe said, “but maybe we should test it first, if that’s...if that’s okay?”

Ming Fan’s expression cleared, turning to comprehension, and after a glance at Yingying, he nodded, determined. “Test.”

“Ming Fan...Madam Longhua said it had to be dual cultivation. I don’t know if just, um, just sex will work, so I’m going to try pushing a little energy into you too, okay? You don’t have to push any back, and we’ll see if that works.” Because getting Yingying to transfer spiritual energy wasn’t going to work, so hopefully it would still be effective if it was one-way.

Ming Fan nodded and repeated, “Test.”

Binghe leaned in, kissing Ming Fan, tasting his lover’s soft lips. The urge to bite down flashed through him, but he kept it to a light nip that just made Ming Fan arch into him, instead of drawing blood.

Ming Fan was clumsily pulling at the ties of his own clothes, so Binghe gently pushed him onto his back and put both of A-Fan’s hands above his head, pinning them there with one of his own. Kissing Ming Fan’s lips, then cheeks, then throat, he tugged the clothes open one-handed, pushing fabric out of the way so that he could drag his open hand over all that wonderful skin. Ming Fan jerked up against him with a groan, spreading his legs as wide as he could.

Binghe sucked on Ming Fan’s throat. Sadly, he had to release A-Fan’s wrists to shift himself further down, but A-Fan kept his wrists right where they were. Binghe kissed his lover’s tiny, adorable nipples as a reward. He shifted down until he was kneeling between A-Fan’s spread legs, running his hands down until one held A-Fan by the waist, and the other was tucked between his spread legs. Pulling his mouth off Ming Fan’s nipples felt like it might actually cause physical pain.

He paused for a moment, cursing his claws as he thought about what he wanted to do next. Noticing his fingertips tingle, he glanced at them. His eyebrows bounced up in surprise as he saw that, though still black, his fingernails were blunt and human again. Well, never let it be said that Luo Binghe turned down good fortune – he’d figure out the whys and hows later.

“A-Fan,” Binghe purred. “Do you want here,” he asked, pressing his fingers lightly between Ming Fan’s jade gates, “or here?” he nudged one finger against Ming Fan’s chrysanthemum.

Ming Fan whined and smacked Binghe on the shoulder, then moved his hand back above his head. Didn’t matter, then. Okay, Binghe could work with that. Reaching out, pulled the stopper out of a jar of lubricant, taking a large gob and smearing it onto his cock.

After so long without it, all the sensations were new and startling again, and Binghe groaned as he fisted his own cock twice before managing to stop. Sliding his hand between Ming Fan’s folds, he slicked that as well.

“Biinnnngg,” Ming Fan whined, trying to hump down onto Binghe’s fingers, and while teasing his lover was delicious, Binghe had a job to do. Taking himself in hand, he lined up with Ming Fan’s pussy, then slowly started to push his already-dripping cock into that tight wet heat. The lubrication made it easier than ever, and he rocked back and forth, easing himself in. In no time at all, he was sliding all the way in, hilting himself so deliciously in A-Fan’s gripping pussy.

Three moans filled the air, and Binghe and Ming Fan turned in unison to see Ying’er watching them avidly, fingers busy with her own pleasure.

“Like what you see, Ying’er?” Binghe teased, true happiness making him giddy. “Don’t worry, it’s your turn next.”

Returning to A-Fan, Binghe started to move, slowly at first, then speeding up, thrusting deep into Ming Fan, trickling a little energy into him. His lover moaned and gasped, face scrunched up, pushing back against his cock to get more of it. It made Binghe want to bite, to claim. A-Fan was his, his, his.

He pinned A-Fan with one hand on his waist, using the other to stroke A-Fan’s hard and leaking cock. “Mine,” he gasped.

“Binggg,” A-Fan whined, panting. The couple of freckles that had survive the Endless Abyss were almost lost in the flush across his cheeks. Binghe wanted to kiss each and every one of them, wanted to keep A-Fan like this forever, wanted to come.

Thrusting deep into A-Fan, Binghe gasped and came, grinding himself against his lover. A-Fan wailed and clenched around Binghe as he came, too, cock gripped tight in Binghe’s hand, striping white come across both of them.

Still inside A-Fan, Binghe let himself lean down onto A-Fan, enjoying the deep feeling of warmth and satisfaction.

“Binghe,” Ming Fan choked, and everything came slamming back. Binghe jerked back, eyes wide. “Luo Binghe,” Ming Fan said again, eyes tearing up.

“It worked?” Binghe breathed, heart rabbiting in his chest.

“It worked! You did it! You fixed me! Binghe!” Ming Fan was crying and laughing and Binghe was too.

Binghe scooped up his A-Fan and hugged him tight, feeling the arms wrapped around him do the same.

“Thank you. Thank you,” Ming Fan said, quiet and happy, and for a bit they just stayed there, relishing holding the other.

Finally, they pulled back from each other, looking at each other, and then to- “Yingying,” they said in chorus.

Glancing back at each other and laughing softly, Ming Fan pulled off Binghe’s cock with a shiver.

“I vote we get that lube recipe,” Ming Fan said.

“Agreed,” Binghe said with a nod.

Maneuvering a pliable Yingying into position, Binghe looked down at her placid, open expression, hopefully for the last time. He wanted his bright, vivacious shijie back so badly.

Taking more of the lube, he slicked himself up again, slathering it on over Ming Fan’s juices. And hh, the thought of fucking Ming Fan’s juices into Yingying was getting his cock, which had never fully softened, nice and hard again.

“Here we go,” Binghe said to Yingying, stroking her stomach and making her shiver. Easing his slicked-up cock into her, he tweaked one of her nipples. He brought the resulting wet smear of milk to his mouth and sucked it off his finger.

Ming Fan sat crosslegged off to the side and, much like Yingying just before, had one hand between his legs, languidly playing with his clit and pussy.

Binghe started slow, then picked up his pace as Yingying moaned and bucked up into him. Holding her hips in place, Binghe rocked in and out of her, feeding her a trickle of his energy. Ying’er’s name fell from his lips like a prayer, hope and anticipation a heady mix as she clenched around his dick, moaning eagerly.

Coming at last, he thrust deep into her, letting the pleasure surge through him. Yingying’s moans morphed haltingly into real sounds, and then suddenly her arms were around his neck, her legs around his hips as she clung desperately.

“Binghe! A-Luo! A-Luo! I’m back, I’m back I’m back I’m me thankyouthankyouthankyou!!” she babbled, words spilling and tripping over each other. “A-Luo!!”

“Yingying,” he said, choked up with tears even as Yingying started to sob as well. “Yingying!”

“Thank- thank you! I- I was me but I couldn’t- I didn’t- Thank you!” she grabbed his head and kissed him deeply, sealing their mouths together and licking into his, fucking his mouth with her tongue and almost cutting herself on his new demon fangs. “Thank you thank you,” she said, pulling away at last. “Binghe is a miracle.”

He swallowed thickly around the lump in his throat. “This Binghe will always be there for his Ying’er,” he said, voice rough. “For our Ying’er,” he added, reaching out to Ming Fan, who immediately lit up like a sunrise and threw himself at the two of them. Ying’er turned to him for a deep kiss of their own, and the three of them all snuggled against each other, limbs winding tight as exhaustion hit them all with a sledgehammer.

“We’re going to be soo sticky tomorrow,” Ming Fan muttered, but though the other two hummed agreement, none of them moved, and they all fell asleep like that, together again.

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Ning Yingying woke up feeling warm and safe. A-Luo and A-Fan were bracketed around her. At some point during the night A-Luo’s cock slipped out of her, which was probably for the best but a small part of her was disappointed.

She bit her lip, feeling tears well in her eyes. She could be disappointed. She could think about why. It wasn’t just an endless calm, thoughtless haze where her boys moved her around and did things and she didn’t (couldn’t) care.

It could have been worse, she tried to reason. At least her mind hadn’t been trapped, disconnected from her body. She simply hadn’t had enough of herself to care that she couldn’t think.

It wasn’t too different from when they got hit with spring flowers, really, but it felt different. She thought about it for a while, and finally settled on it being like bees.

Being exposed to the pollens was like if you were stung by bees, and it made your arm swell up twice its usual size, and it was itchy and annoying. But that was just bees being bees, and if all three of you got stung, you got to sit around and complain to each other. But if a martial sibling stabbed you with a poisoned needle, they were trying to hurt you deliberately, and that was worse than being stung by a bee. So, being hurt by someone you should be able to trust felt worse than plants and animals just just being plants and animals, even if both made you swell up and feel itchy.

Because she was pretty sure it had been cultivators. A lot of her memories were vague, but she had a few flashes of..two? cultivators, of Ming Fan yelling. Then, just vague moments of traveling. The clearest memories were of her mouth around- had A-Luo really had those huge breasts, or was her mind playing tricks on her? Oh, and then her boys sucking on her own teats so nicely. Finally, she had memories of what was probably yesterday, of finding- oh, they were in a succubus den? These memories weren’t as faded as the rest, so she still remembered that. She scrunched her nose. It was probably okay? A-Luo seemed okay with it, anyway, and the succubi had helped.

The cultivators had done bad things to them, and the demons had helped. Was everything just upside down and strange in the Endless Abyss, or could demons be good?

Well, of course demons could be good, she chided herself. Just look at A-Luo! She turned her head a bit to do just that, finding herself nose-to-nose with her shidi, her lover. His face was slack in sleep, a dark red huadian on his brow. She could just see one pointed ear sticking out of his hair.

He’d saved her. He and A-Fan both. Those two bad cultivators had really- they’d really almost turned her into just some doll, just a thing to fuck and milk.

So, humans weren’t all good. She’d kind of known that, because Shizun had always told her to be careful around strange men, though he’d never told her quite why. Qi-shishu had said pretty much the same thing, though she’d been much blunter, when Yingying had gone to the lessons for girls on Xian Shu. Yingying had learned a lot, there. Not all of it nice, but all of it useful.

Qi-shishu wasn’t always nice either – she’d tried to get Yingying to say bad things about Shizun, which she’d never do, because Shizun was always nice! Well...nice to her, at least.

He hadn’t been nice to A-Luo though, not at first. Really, she wouldn’t say that Shizun had ever been nice to A-Luo. Yingying worried her lip between her teeth.

She’d always just thought that Shizun just didn’t realize how hard A-Luo worked, and tried to make sure that Shizun would know that A-Luo wasn’t bad, and that Yingying wasn’t distracting A-Luo from his chores.

Looking back, with everything she knew now...had she just made it worse, doing that? Was it her fault A-Luo had gotten beaten so much, before Zhangmen-shibo had intervened?

“Yingying has heavy thoughts,” A-Luo said, voice deep and scratchy with sleep.

She sniffed and blinked away tears, meeting A-Luo’s sleepy dark-red eyes. She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut.

“Did this Yingying make it worse for A-Luo, on Qing Jing? Was it my fault that, that Shizun never liked-”

“Yingying made me happy to be on Qing Jing,” Binghe said firmly, hugging her closer. “What’s this, hmm? This Binghe was blessed the day he met you. There is nobody else that this Binghe would want to be here with, other than Ying’er and A-Fan,” he said, looking over her shoulder with that same soft smile.

“I didn’t...treat you well, back then,” Ming Fan said from behind her, voice small.

“Stop talking nonsense and get over here,” Binghe said, reaching over to snag A-Fan and bring him into their huddle. “Anyway, if we’re placing blame, we might not even be in the Abyss if not for my...heritage.”

“As if you have any control over that,” Yingying huffed, poking Binghe in the ribs and making him startle.

“Mn,” A-Fan agreed, “Binghe is Binghe.”

They all hugged each other for a while after that, which felt really, really nice. Slowly, Yingying began to feel better, and not so sad. It was so warm and nice, in fact, that Yingying found herself saying, “Did A-Luo really have tits?”

“Ah, sorry!” she squeaked as A-Luo started to shake, but it turned out he was only laughing, so she pouted and smacked him on the arm for that.

“I did have tits,” he said, when they’d all calmed down. “It was from what those cultivators did, but they went away when my seal broke completely...I kind of miss them, now that they’re gone. I had a pussy, too,” he admitted, looking so adorably shy she just wanted to kiss him. “I was kind of hoping that one or both of you would fuck me there. I mean, I know that one cultivator did, but I didn’t choose that, so it doesn’t count.”

“This Yingying thinks she needs to get the whole story of what happened while...while I wasn’t paying attention,” Yingying said, something slowly turning over in her head. “But first...all three of us had jade gates?”

“Yes?” A-Fan said. “I mean, I still...do. I don’t know why that hasn’t changed,” he sighed, “but it is what it is.”

Yingying looked at them both, going completely serious. “This Yingying is going to teach you both a qi technique that girls go to Xian Shu to learn.”

A-Luo was safe, for the moment, and she and A-Fan were probably safe, but it was still better to be sure.

“Why would we need to learn a qi technique for girls?” A-Fan asked, confused. A-Luo’s eyes were starting to go wide though. He always was so smart.

“‘A pregnancy is only nine months, but a child is forever,’” Yingying quoted Qi-shishu, and Ming Fan choked on his own spit. Boys.

Ming Fan spent the rest of the morning coming to terms with what having a pussy potentially meant, and practiced Yingying’s qi technique diligently five times.

Like, if he had to pick someone, Binghe and Yingying would be the entirity of that short list, but. Nope. Nope.

He resolutely ignored All Of That, focusing on Binghe bustling about and showing the succubi how to cook, instead.

Binghe had apparently decided that in gratitude for all their help, that he’d show them how to make food that wasn’t charred on the outside, raw on the inside, and lacking all spices. Most of the day had been spent foraging for berries and greens and herbs that Binghe was currently showing Shufen how to use. A lucky find of lemongrass and ginger would probably go a long way towards Binghe’s goal, and he’d found some kind of greens that he was...steaming? Boiling? Stuff was happening around the fire, anyway, and Binghe was packing fish in mud and then putting it in the fire, which Ming Fan didn’t know enough about to comment on but if the smell was anything to go by, they’d be eating like emperors tonight.

It had been probably well over a year now since they’d had a decent meal except for the milk, and while the milk had been really nice, but it wasn’t a meal like this. Ming Fan was salivating already.

Yingying sat down next to him, shoulder to shoulder.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” she answered.

“Did you know Binghe could cook like this?”

She shook her head.

They sat in silence for a while, watching Binghe work his natural charm on the youngest succubus, Shufen, as he instructed her in what he was doing and why.

“She’s kinda pretty, huh,” Yingying commented.

“Not as pretty as Ying’er,” Ming Fan said loyaly.

She huffed and nudged his shoulder with hers. “Not what I meant, but thanks.”

“Ah. Then, yeah, I guess she is?” He glanced at her. “Binghe’s ours, you know that, right? I mean, there’s no reason to be...jealous?” he guessed.

She looked down at her hands, frowning. “I should be, right? I should be jealous?”

“I mean, there’s nothing wrong with not being jealous? That’s actually kind of admirable?” Ming Fan tried, but Yingying just kept frowning. “Right, I’m...bad at this,” Ming Fan admitted. “What is Yingying worried about?”

She huffed again, deeper this time. “Yingying doesn’t know. Shufen is so pretty and nice, and Binghe gets along with her...do...do you… What do you think it would be like, to have sex with her?”

“You want to have sex with her?” he ventured, and he guessed it made sense-

“Yes. No. I- All of us. For all three of us to- oh, this Yingying doesn’t know what she’s saying,” Yingying said, hiding her face in her hands. “Nice girls shouldn’t talk like this, this Yingying shouldn’t even be thinking about it!”

Ming Fan was caught between agreeing and disagreeing. Not that he’d ever shame Yingying, but he knew that Shizun had a bad reputation because he went to brothels, even though Shizun always did his duty by the peak, and taught his students, which was more than Ming Fan could say for some Peak Lords. Girls in general were supposed to be chaste, too, until marriage, though of course it was a little different for cultivators, what with the danger of spring flowers, but nobody ever really...spoke about that.

After being down here in the Endless Abyss so long, all of those rules and standards just seemed...stupid. Ming Fan had lost count of how many times they’d fucked within the first week, and that wasn’t even touching what had happened with the evil cultivators, or Binghe letting the succubus fuck him to save Ming Fan and Yingying, or the fact that Ming Fan had a very needy little pussy at the moment.

What were all of those rules even for? Well, no, he kind of got why some of them existed, but others just seemed useless, good only for making people feel bad about themselves.

“We can talk to Binghe about it? I mean, if Yingying wants, I wouldn’t mind trying it.” Ming Fan admitted shyly.

“Really?” Yingying asked, looking at him like he’d hung the stars and, oh, that did something to him, alright.

“Mn,” he nodded.

While A-Fan offered to bring it up with A-Luo, Yingying decided that since it was her idea, she should be the one to ask, so that night, she did. Blushing all the time, and not quite able to meet A-Luo’s gaze, but she did. She also made sure to tell him that if he didn’t want to, that was fine, and she’d never bring it up again-

“Ying’er wants this?” A-Luo asked.

“Don’t say it like that,” she said, hiding her face behind her hands again.

A-Luo laughed. Laughed! And took her wrists with one hand to tug them away. His fingernails were still black, which looked really pretty and interesting. Then he bussed a kiss over her heated cheeks.

“A-Luo!” she pouted.

“This A-Luo thinks that might be fun, if both Ying’er and A-Fan also want to?

Yingying managed to agree, and so did A-Fan.

Which was how, the next day, they all ended up talking over the breakfast that A-Luo had pulled together. It was delicious, of course, though Yingying heard him mourn the lack of rice and flour.

The succubus girl, Shufen, was a little cautious, but seemed curious, too. Her jiejies urged her to take the three of them up on it.

“Sex with a girl you like is very nice, and Ying’er is the only one of us who hasn’t gotten to do that yet,” A-Luo said, the rotten tease.

Yingying blushed and hid her face again, but didn’t gainsay him.

The person tugging her hands away from her face this time was Shufen. She also looked a little shy, but was smiling, and leaned in to brush a kiss against Yingying’s lips, so soft and nice that it made Yingying’s lips tingle.

“Oh,” she said, leaning forward a bit.

“Perhaps now would be a good time to move to the bed,” Madam Longhua suggested, sounding very amused.

Yingying leaned back against A-Luo’s chest, sitting between his legs. A-Fan was tucked against A-Luo’s side, and in front of Yingying sat Shufen. Currently, Yingying’s eyes were shut and Shufen’s tongue was deep in her mouth, exploring languidly. Shufen was pressed against her, their hands stroking and petting the other.

Having her boys at her back (literally, with A-Luo’s pillar a hot, solid line against her back) while Shufen kissed her and kissed her made Yingying feel hot and tingly, her hands skimming over Shufen and pressing the other girl closer.

“Here, let me- let me do something,” Shufen said, pulling back a cun with a grin.

“O-okay,” Yingying panted. Her pussy felt so tingly and soft, but Shufen hadn’t even touched it, maybe now she was going to-?

Shufen kissed her way down Yingying’s throat and chest, brushing a chaste touch over each nipple and making Yingying gasp and bite her lip. Then further down Shufen went, down across Yingying’s stomach, and even further, tilting Yingying’s hips a bit with easy demonic strength and placing her mouth- oh. Oh!

Yingying slapped a hand across her mouth, eyes wide as Shufen sucked and licked at clit.

“You can do that?” A-Fan blurted out beside her, and she whipped her head around to see both her boys looking on with similarly wide eyes and fascinated looks.

Shufen let out an amused sound and sucked harder, making Yingying twitch and moan, eyes fluttering closed.

A-Luo nosed her ear and said in a low, husky voice, “Ying’er, let us hear you, please.” Yingying dropped her hand, using it to pet Shufen’s hair, instead, and let her noises out for everyone to hear. It felt so indecent, and so, so good.

Shufen slipped her fingers into Yingying’s pussy, pulling them out good and wet. Yingying whined at the loss, and Shufen giggled.

“Don’t worry, you’re going to like this,” she said mischievously, and slid- slid her tongue into Yingying’s pussy.

“Aah?! Aah, aaaahhh,” Yingying gasped, feeling the slick, mobile tongue pushing into her, and it just kept going. How- it had to be longer than a finger by now, and it was so thick, moving and pushing so deliciously. Her hips pushed up, needing more. Shivers ran up and down Yingying’s spine, one hand gripping Shufen’s hair and the other clenched on Binghe’s thigh. It was slower than usual, but it felt so mindmeltingly good, the pleasure building with molten heat, letting Yingying lose herself in it, in A-Luo stroking her side and A-Fan kissing her shoulder.

She rode Shufen’s tongue for what felt like ages, and when she came at last, the sudden press of fingers against her clit made her cry stutter and rise, pleasure swallowing her like a rushing wave.

When it finally ended, she lay limp and panting, letting the aftershocks shiver through her.

Shufen kissed her, deep and tasting of pussy. “Ying’er is delicious,” she purred, draping herself against Yingying.

“A-Shu is too,” Yingying echoed, still tingling from head to toe.

“A-Shu,” A-Luo said, and something in his voice made Yingying crack open an eye to look at him. “If you’re up for a second meal, I think A-Fan might be hungry, too.”

Ming Fan did indeed blush scarlet and stammer at that, though whether in negation or agreement, Yingying couldn’t quite make out. Either way, when A-Shu transferred to draping herself all over A-Fan, it was a hesitant agreement that came out of him.

Watching A-Shu take Ming Fan apart just like she had Yingying was almost enough to make Yingying finger herself. Maybe if she practiced, she’d be able to do that to A-Fan too, or as close to it as a human could get?

A-Luo was still hot and hard against her back. “Did you want to go next?” she asked.

He glanced at her. “Maybe. What does Ying’er think?”

“This Yingying thinks she just came so hard she saw stars. Yes, go next.”

A-Luo muffled a laugh against her shoulder, and they turned just in time to see A-Shu press her tongue into Ming Fan’s slick pussy. Yingying’s fingers pushed gently between her own folds. This was a wonderful night.

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Waking up in a pile of warm bodies had long since become Ning Yingying’s favorite way to greet the day. It did mean it took a bit of time to disentangle herself, but there wasn’t really any reason to, at the moment. The three of them were – for the first time in so long – safe, with people she trusted, eating warm food and able to bathe with warm water and soap.

That might have seemed like nothing to a spoiled girl raised on an Immortal Peak, who’d never had to do without. Now though, after eating raw meat and going without warm water for, ugh, much longer than a year, and never having a safe place to sleep...it was everything.

She could run better, now, and fight a bit, even without her sword. Maybe...she could get a staff, again? The problem with that was that she’d done that twice before and lost it as soon as the next spring flower hit them.

Still, it would be better than nothing. The more A-Luo fought and she and A-Fan just stood on the sidelines, the more she hated not being able to help. It was one thing if Shizun stepped in, an immortal golden core cultivator who was always so strong, who always knew what to do, but seeing A-Luo get hurt so much, for them...

Gods, what she wouldn’t give for a sword. She’d be so rusty, though. Ugh, she’d probably forgotten half the forms, if she’d even bothered to learn them in the first place. She loved Shizun, but it was times like this she wished he’d been a little bit harder on her.

No use being grumpy first think in the morning, she thought, shaking away her thoughts and extracting herself gently from the three other people in the bed. Aah, her boys looked so soft when they were asleep, and A-Luo’s hand reached for her a little as she slid her hand out from under his.

She blamed the lingering drowsiness for the fact that it took until she was standing up for her to realize that something had changed in the night.

“It’s back!” she cried, startled. Both her boys and Shufen shot up out of bed, wide awake.

Their alarmed cries overlapped, and Yingying had to quickly calm them down, reassuring them that everything was fine, and then reassure the other succubi who’d popped their heads in to check that everything was okay, and then she had to explain that she’d only been surprised, because, well…

“I didn’t think humans could do that,” Shufen said, poking Yingying’s cock in fascination. Yingying batted her hand away, but not very hard.

“We can’t, not usually,” A-Luo said.

“It has to have something to do with the Abyss,” Ming Fan said, eyeing Yingying’s cock. He still didn’t have his back. “I think there are some plants in the demon realm that can do similar things, but it’s not spoken about much. We’ve run into a lot of spring flowers since we got here, and they’re always much larger than they are in the human realm, so in the first place, those kind of flowers might also be much larger, and in the second, we’ve...lost time to spring flowers, so we might not remember running into flowers that can do,” he gestured and his own and Yingying’s current endowments, “this. If we’d even known what to look for in the first place.”

“I know of one or two,” Madam Longhua admitted, “but there could be others, and without knowing which one it was,” she splayed her hands, “I’m afraid I wouldn’t know where to begin reversing or nullifying the effects.”

“Mmm, it’s- it’s not bad, really,” Yingying said shyly.

“We could also have been exposed to multiple things,” A-Luo said, leaning against her shoulder.

“Understatement,” A-Fan grumbled, but not in an unhappy way.

“So, we’ll just take it as it comes,” A-Luo said.

“Mn,” Yingying agreed.

He, Ming Fan thought, was was the only one taking it as they came, that night. He also had to admit that he didn’t exactly mind Yingying fucking him hard and fast. After that, Binghe was almost easy to take, both of his lovers filling his pussy so wonderfully, one after the other. It was different from Shufen, and that thing she did with her tongue, but he wouldn’t say no to any of it.

Their stay with the succubi was something all of them appreciated.

Another day of relaxing and resting. Of Binghe teaching Shufen how to cook, and all of them mending clothes and doing all the little things you could do when you were safe, like meditation and introspection.

Ming Fan had certainly done his share of that, today.

So much had changed.

A spare son of a merchant family, Ming Fan had always worked so hard to prove he was responsible, hard-working, good at following orders.

Worth keeping. Worth anything.

Shizun had given him that, had made him Head Disciple, made him important, given him power. It had been what he’d craved, and he’d been so, so good at following orders. Especially when those orders gave him an acceptable target to take all his fear and anger out on. Because he’d never been more than convenient for Shizun, and part of him had known that. He’d never been a personal disciple, only a glorified servant.

That didn’t even get into his jealousy over Yingying.

It made him sick, thinking back on it. He’d been so angry about Binghe using his sword, at first, but Binghe had just put his head down and pressed on, protecting them, dragging them along. Binghe had been the only lucid one out of the three of them more than once, he could easily have left Ming Fan behind, taken Yingying and run.

He hadn’t. It was all three of them, or none of them.

Binghe had forgiven him so easily. It was going to take a bit longer for Ming Fan to forgive himself.

They stayed with the succubi for another two or three weeks. During that time, Ming Fan borrowed his sword back from Binghe and drilled himself in some of Qing Jing’s forms, feeling as if he didn’t know his body anymore. He stumbled more than he had since he’d been a second-year disciple, and the sword no longer felt like an extension of himself. It was intensely frustrating. Even if it had just been convenient for Shizun, hadn’t Ming Fan still been Head Disciple? Shouldn’t he be able to run these forms like breathing?

“Damnit!” he swore as he stumbled again. What was he getting wrong?

“Ming Fan?”

Luo Binghe. Of course he’d show up at the worst time. Ming Fan had specifically gone up the slope to the trees so that he could make a fool of himself in private. “I’m fine,” he snapped, keeping his head turned away, sweaty and humiliated.

“Ah. Well, lunch is ready, if you’re hungry.”

Shame tightened his spine. Was that really all it took for him to revert back to that frightened bully? “Wait.” Ming Fan glanced over his shoulder. “I’m… I’m sorry. I’ve been trying to run some forms, and...I can’t.”

“Would you like some company? Sometimes it’s easier to run forms in formation.”

“A-Luo, A-Fan, what’s keeping you? It’s lunchtime,” Yingying asked, popping past the bush to pout at them.

Exchanging a look, Ming Fan and Luo Binghe shared a laugh.

“What?” Yingying asked, then saw Ming Fan’s sword. “Oh, are you practicing?”

“Ah, trying to,” Ming Fan admitted.

Yingying waffled for a second, but indecision wasn’t exactly in her nature. It was one of the things Ming Fan loved about her. “Can I join? I’m not very good, but I’d like to try.”

It fell into a rhythm. Drill and spar during the day, fuck at night.

Binghe was the best, of course, and not just because he’d been regularly fighting with the sword, though that helped. He ended up correcting Ming Fan’s (and Yingying’s) posture and balance more than once.

Ming Fan did get his cock back. For all of four days. Ning Yingying switched back and forth several times. Whatever it was that had affected them, it was apparently ongoing.

If it weren’t for the intent looks that Ming Fan sometimes caught Binghe shooting across the river, he might have thought they were slowly settling into a new home.

It was getting dark out, some time around the end of the third-ish week, when Ming Fan caught Binghe outside, staring again.

“So, what’s the plan?” Ming Fan asked.

“Plan?” Binghe asked, and Ming Fan nudged him with his elbow.

“I know we’re not staying here.”

“We could. It’s...easy, here. The succubi are nice.”

“Yeah,” Ming Fan admitted easily, which was probably a banning offense in any sect, “but, aren’t we going to try to go home?”

“We should talk to Yingying,” Binghe said.

The three of them discussed the pros and cons of their situation. They all liked not having to fight for their lives every single moment of the day (and sometimes night), and the succubi, who were sitting in on the discussion, were more than willing to let them stay.

There was no guarantee that they’d find a way home, and Madam Longhua told them that across the river, things rapidly got more difficult; more powerful monsters, worse terrain. The succubi had investigated the area when they first arrived, and had gone no more than a day’s travel in that direction before hightailing it back across the river.

“The only thing of interest,” Madam Longhua said, “Was that we saw what might have been ruins, off in the distance, before we turned back. None of us particularly felt like tangling with a Star-Scorpion Striker, not at five times its usual size.”

“Ruins,” Binghe said, leaning forward a bit. “Are you sure?”

“It could have been a particularly odd rock formation, but most likely ruins, yes.”

“We should at least see if we can reach that, I think,” Ming Fan said. “Ruins might mean other things left behind. Maybe we can find out who lived there, and something more about the Abyss.”

“I...could go alone,” Binghe offered, though he didn’t sound particularly enthused about it.

“No. We go together,” Yingying said, a little to Ming Fan’s surprise.

“It’ll be dangerous,” he pointed out.

“It’s always dangerous,” Yingying said with a shrug. “It’s better when we’re together. If A-Fan hadn’t been there with the cultivators, well, we wouldn’t be safe even now.”

“Point taken,” Binghe said, as Ming Fan ducked his head a bit. “We go together, or not at all.”

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Madam Longhua hadn’t been joking even a little bit, Binghe found out. Ming Fan’s sword was rarely in its sheathe as they traveled. Whereas before they might run into a dangerous beast or spring flowers every day or two, they’d hit two aggressive beasts and a pack of some kind of large rats just today, as well as a plant that tried to either eat them or fuck them, Binghe wasn’t going to stick around to find out. They were only four or five days away from the river where the succubi lived, and they’d found the ruins Madam Longhua had indicated. Definitely ruins, but in such a state that there was nothing salvageable to be found, just some walls and pillars still standing, roof tiles scattered in corners and across what had been roads and courtyards.

Oh, there were small things like shards of crockery and rusted pieces of metal lying around. People had lived here, once, but nothing useful remained. Not that they could find in the day they’d given themselves to search, and the rare place intact enough to look promising had a decent chance of being the lair of some creature, too.

They’d moved on in the hope that where there was one abandoned city, there might be others. Broken road markers indicated some kind of travel network, in any case.

Which led them here, several weeks later, staring at a large, crumbling temple or palace complex. That was Binghe’s best guess, since it didn’t have the tightly packed layout of houses that would indicate a city or even a town. It had some kind of pyramid of stone rising from its center, the remains of a building at the apex.

“There might be something useful in there,” Ming Fan said reluctantly.

Binghe shot him a wry look. “Agreed.”

“Maybe weapons?” Yingying asked, hopeful.

“We’ll find out,” Binghe said.

The temple was unlike anything Binghe had seen before. The exterior lacked steps, being capped with slabs of something like jade, or maybe marble? The sheer wealth of it boggled his mind. There were patches where the expensive outer layer had been worn or ripped away, showing blocks of ordinary stone. Here and there, small white flowers bloomed across the under-layer. In fact, there were clumps of white flowers everywhere.

Having been in the Abyss for as long as they had, Binghe automatically took note of that. Flowers were rarely innocent, here.

One dark doorway yawned open at the base of the pyramid. The inside was pitch black, and though Binghe could see a little, even his sensitive eyes could only do so much. Reaching out to a line of what appeared to be crystal or maybe glass, he trickled a little bit of demonic qi into it. It lit up a sullen red, but honestly, what else had Binghe expected.

“Thanks,” Ming Fan grunted.

“Mm.” They continued onward, Binghe in the lead, sword drawn. There were more flowers stretched along one of the inside walls, and he reached out a finger to brush against some of the petals. It tingled.

“Watch out for the flowers, they’re strong enough to affect me,” he warned, and his two lovers nodded.

The hallway opened up into a large dark chamber. Binghe applied more demonic qi, revealing a large round room with four open doorways ahead. Three or four mounds ranging in size from a dog to an ox were covered in white flowers, which looked pink in the red light.

Two sets of stairs wound up the walls, one on either side, curving back into two more yawning archways. In the middle of the four open doorways ahead was either something made to look like a larger doorway, blocked with stone, or actually a larger doorway blocked with stone.

“Annoying,” Ming Fan opined, and Yingying made an agreeing noise. As if in response, something stirred in one of the doorways.

It moved into the light, revealing some kind of flower monster, about the size of a large dog, petals in place of fur. Eyeless, but if it lived in the dark why would it need them? Real teeth though, Binghe found out as it lunged for him.

Not the worst battle ever; the flower monster was fast but not able to withstand decapitation. It did end up releasing a cloud of pollen when it died, which made Binghe cough and back up. A bit lightheaded, very aroused, but not in danger of losing control.

That was something they’d all noticed after leaving the succubi. Maybe it was as a consequence of having his heritage opened up all the way (and fucking his lovers on a regular basis), maybe the spring flowers were just different across the river, but while all of them were still sometimes affected by various things, they didn’t tend to lose themselves to it completely.

Which meant that Binghe was hard as a godsdamned rock after exploring the ground-floor rooms and getting into several more fights, but not about to turn around and fuck his lovers against the wall. No matter how much he wanted to.

“We should- keep moving,” he said, still coughing.

“Let’s try going up,” Yingying suggested, eyeing one of the flower mounds warily.

They staggered into the room, Binghe’s hand slapping at the wall to light the disc with demonic energy.

“Fuck, fuck,” Ming Fan slurred, pressing his forehead and hands against the wall. Yingying just whined, arms wrapped around her middle as she trembled, her cock a solid line tenting her clothes, already dripping precum if the dark spot at the tip was anything to judge by.

Even here, there were small white blossoms in one corner and spidering up the wall, but not the riotous profusion of flower-dogs that they’d just fought through. Binghe was getting really fucking tired of small innocent looking flowers.

With his own head starting to spin, and his cock also hard, Binghe turned. “Ying’er,” he said hoarsely, tugging at his pants as he approached her.

Immediately she went to her knees. “Pleeaaaaase,” she whined, her own hands helping to tug his cock free, her mouth an immediate hot suction on the tip. Binghe let out a garbled noise, just managing to lock his knees so that he didn’t collapse as Ying’er sucked and licked, her soft lips and tongue making him dizzy with want as he gently cupped her head.

“Ying’er, Ying’er,” he gasped. Her hands were around his cock, stroking it, her mouth hot and slick around the head of it. “Ying’errrr,” he groaned, coming into her mouth, feeling the jolts of pleasure course through him.

At last she pulled back, breathing heavily. There was a drop of white come at the edge of her mouth. Binghe’s gaze followed her tongue as it flicked out to catch it. The heat still simmering inside him kicked up a notch.

“A-Luo,” she said, eyes clearing from the haze of lust, at least somewhat. “Thank you.”

“Mn,” he acknowledged, tugging his pants off and approaching Ming Fan, who looked at him with hungry eyes.

They’d hardly even kissed when the floor under them shifted and gave way.

Binghe instinctively grabbed onto Ming Fan, curling around him to protect him. Something hard slammed in to his head, and he knew nothing more.

There was honey on his tongue, sweet and thick. He swallowed, craving more. Soft, cool things stroked his body, coiling and moving, all around him. His head swam, but it didn’t matter. He was being cradled so wonderfully.

More honey flooded his mouth, and he swallowed eagerly. It felt like it was seeping into his mind, coating his thoughts with musky sweetness. He would have giggled if he could have. Instead, he just hummed, drooling a little around the thick thing in his mouth. He moved his tongue a bit in hopes of more honey, and was rewarded with exactly that.

Something squeezed tighter, high on one thigh, and slid between his legs, brushing against his balls. His cock was hot and heavy, held firmly, so many things sliding against it. Swallowing spit and honey, his eyes fluttered open.

A thin, slick line moved between his ass cheeks, pressing up from between his legs and leaving a wet trail behind. It brushed across his twitching asshole, making him want to giggle again. Finding what it was searching blindly for, the small, thin, tendril pushed into his hole, sliding in and out and in again. It faded from his mind as he became aware of an even smaller tendril also nudging at the slit of his cock, teasing and sliding as if seeking entrance.

There was just enough light that he could see Ming Fan, wound up in green vines, with cute little white flowers dotting the vines towards the bottom. There was a vine slicking in and out of A-Fan’s mouth, and Binghe had a stray thought wondering if it was feeding A-Fan the same lovely honey as his own.

A-Fan moaned, his hips rocking up and down. Suddenly reminded of the intruder in his chrysanthemum, Binghe lost interest in other things, concentrating on the push and pull sending shivers of heat up his spine. He was so, so full. Had he ever had something so large in him? Just as this thought crossed his mind, the vine retreated, leaving him empty and aching, clenching on nothing. He moaned in protest, but more honey flowed into his mouth to soothe him, and the vine returned. Only, it felt different, and instead of thrusting so nicely, it stayed still inside him, and then he felt it. A larger pressure, a blunt object being steadily pressed into him, so large it hurt. Pain and pleasure radiated from his ass, curled up his spine. He bit down on the vine in his mouth and was rewarded with another gush of musky honey. The object kept pushing, making him moan and try to thrash even as his head spun with pleasure. At last it popped all the way in, bullying its way deep into him. The vine was so thin in comparison he almost didn’t feel it. For a moment he simply floated, suckling the honey and sap in his mouth.

He felt another blunt object nudge at his chrysanthemum, and knew what was coming. A shiver of anticipation ran through him. More honey trickled into his mouth, and time ceased to have all meaning. All that mattered was the wonderful feeling of being filled, over and over, until he was fit to burst. Still he wanted more. His abdomen felt stretched tight, and breathing was getting difficult past the vine in his mouth and the pressure under his lungs, but none of it mattered. He throbbed with need, feeling his thoughts dissolve into pure pleasure and relishing it.

He didn’t hear the cries of anger, or rather, he couldn’t care. Things were happening, but it had nothing to do with him, until it did.

The vine in his mouth was yanked rudely out. He moaned in protest, but it didn’t return. Instead, the vines around him shivered and squeezed, starting to thrash. Sap sprayed out of truncated ends, the vines squeezing painfully now.

Dropped to the floor, he tried to curl up, to protect his stomach. The last vines were pulled and cut off him. Someone pulled him up off the floor, yanking one of his arms across their shoulders and levering him up until his legs were under him. Automatically, he tried to find his footing. He didn’t know what was happening, he just wanted to go back to that pleasure, but the person wouldn’t let him, no matter how much he whined.

At last, he was put down, back against a cool stone wall. They were saying something, but nothing wanted to come together, so he just stared at their face. The person left, which he thought was very rude of them. At least put him somewhere soft!

The face...hadn’t it looked familiar? Hadn’t it looked worried?

More yelling and squelching happened. The person was hitting- no, cutting the vines. He licked the last of the honey off his lips. What was going on?

He felt...full. Almost to bursting.

Memories of pleasure and pressure returned. He shivered. It had felt so good.

The yelling continued, and more cutting. The person got someone else out of a cocoon of vines, and then there was flickering light, and a lot of thrashing vines. Oh, something was on fire.

The worried person was back. They were dragging the other person with them. Was the new person asleep? Probably. The sleeping person’s head was lolling and they weren’t walking. Their stomach was swollen, just like his.

“A-Luo. A-Luo!” The worried person was calling. They were shaking his shoulder. “A-Luo, please!”

A-Luo was...him? He frowned, reaching up to the person’s face, cupping their cheek.

“I need you to get up, can you do that for me?” she asked. “Please, I think I made a mistake, we have to get out of here, can you get up pleasepleaseplease?”

She wanted him to get up. Okay, he could do that, he thought. He tried to get his legs under him, and she helped him, still clutching onto the third person.

He was a little wobbly, his own stomach stretched full of- mmm, that felt good to think about. Eggs.

The worried person was babbling again, so he tried to pay attention to her instead. She kept him moving as the heat increased behind them.

They stumbled through corridors of stone that felt familiar. There were vines and buds on the walls, but all the buds were closed. No pretty white flowers now. The eggs inside him shifted, pressing deliciously against his insides.

They kept going in this way for a while, until finally she called a halt, setting him down, on grass this time, but still with stone at his back. She settled the sleeping person on his side, then came back to A-Luo.

“Ah, I don’t know what to do,” she said, hands flitting around him but never settling. “A-Luo, can you speak to me?” she said.

She wanted something, but he wasn’t sure what.

“Okay, okay, think Yingying. Oh! Dual cultivation! Ah, I’m an idiot.” She reached down and put her hand around his cock but paused, frowning. “Oh, that’s a lot of...nectar, I guess? Not sure that’s safe for me to swallow, and all my clothes are dirty, and you two don’t even have clothes anymore,” she trailed off, mumbling.

He let his mind drift, enjoying the arousal that simmered through him, the fullness pressing inside him. When small hands nudged him more upright, he went willingly, and when gentle fingers pressed at his lips, he opened his mouth easily. A half-hard cock was presented to him, and oh, he knew what to do with this. Wrapping his lips around it, he reveled in the musky taste, so like and so unlike the nectar. Moaning, he took more of it, hearing the startled gasp from above.

Moving back and forth, he felt the cock harden fully. He rewarded it with a strong suck and pulled back to run the flat of his tongue over the head. It wasn’t the vines, but it was warm and soft and Yingying was muffling her noises so enticingly. The little cut-off moans and muffled gasps awakening something in him.

He brought a hand up to help, then a second one, holding and stroking her cock as he sucked at it, wanting her to feel as good as he did, needing her to come. The human smell, musky in a different way from the honey, made him even harder than he already was. He reveled in the soft skin of her smooth cock, mouthing and sucking at it, slipping one hand down to cradle her balls the way she liked, and was ready when her hands tightened in his hair. He swallowed the bitter come, a taste he’d never expected to acquire, sucking at Yingying’s cock through her orgasm until she whined and slapped lightly at his head to get him to let go.

Everything reordered in his head, like waking up from a dream, as he stared up at her. “Yingying,” he said.

Her knees buckled and she half collapsed, half sat down at his side. “Welcome back,” she said, kissing him on the cheek.

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Binghe came back to himself, first gradually and then all at once. Everything slotted into place – the strange pyramid, the fall, being dragged out of there along with Ming Fan, and lastly, ending up here. ‘Here’ being three walls, two mostly intact, of a crumbled shed or house or whatever, a short distance away from the aforementioned strange pyramid.

All of which failed to explain one thing. Binghe blinked at Yingying, then looked at the pyramid behind her. “Yingying...why is the pyramid on fire?” he had to ask.

“Ah, w-well,” she stammered, blushing, “I though, if the flowers are all one plant, then burning part of it might burn a lot of it, and, uh, that might distract it while we got away? I- I didn’t mean to burn the entire building,” she admitted.

Binghe chuckled, then laughed, even with the eggs inside him giving off little sparks of pleasure as he did.

“Mouuuu, I didn’t mean to,” Yingying reiterated, pouting and smacking him lightly on the shoulder.

“Yingying, I love you,” he said, helplessly charmed.

“Wh- r-really?” she squeaked, eyes wide.

“Yes, of course,” he said with a smile. They stared at each other as he realized, no, he never had said it until now, had he.

“A-and A-fan too?” she asked.

“Yes,” Binghe admitted, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit. “Both of you. I love you both.” He was knocked up with some weird plant eggs, his insides straining from it. Ming Fan was similarly knocked up and knocked out to boot. Yingying had just set fire to an entire pyramid.

Of course this would be when he admitted that he was in love with them.

Yingying swiped away her tears, laughing, then dove in to hug him tight. “A-Luo! I love you too!”

“Ooof! Yingying, careful!” he said as she jostled his abdomen, but he was laughing too.

“Ah! Sorry sorry!” she said, pulling back and still wiping moisture from her eyes.

“We should help A-Fan,” Binghe said.

“Yes,” Yingying said. “Er. How?”

The broad answer, of course, was dual cultivation. They started with waking A-Fan up and then a blowjob to get rid of the effects of the spring flowers – coming in Ming Fan’s mouth would suffice. The annoying thing was that it had to be Binghe to do it, because of the Heavenly Demon aspect. Normally, Binghe would be all for it, but given that both he and A-Fan were dealing with swollen abdomens – Ming Fan worse than Binghe, even – the logistics were more complicated than usual. A-Fan was at least enthusiastic, if uncoordinated.

Once they were all mentally present again, they rested for a while, sitting in a pile with A-Fan in the middle.

“Before falling into the Abyss, I never thought that much about dual cultivation,” Ming Fan said grumpily, “I mean, I thought about it a normal amount-”

“‘A normal amount,’” Binghe echoed, amused.

“Shuddup, like you didn’t,” A-Fan said, elbowing him in the side. “-But I would never in a thousand years have thought that I’d be tired of it.”

“I know, right?” Yingying chimed in. “Why does the answer to everything have to be dual cultivation? Why not a riddle or two? A game of weiqi? This Yingying likes fucking, but this is getting ridiculous!”

Binghe throttled his laughter. “Ohh don’t make me laugh right now. I agree though.”

“You think you have it bad?” Ming Fan grumbled. “I got stuffed in both holes,” he admitted. Binghe had already kind of deduced that from the fact that Ming Fan’s stomach had slight visible bumps from the eggs, and Binghe’s didn’t, but yeowch.

“Yeah… We should do something about that,” Binghe said.

They discussed the hows and whos of that, and finally settled on starting with Binghe, since he was presumably going to be the easier fix. Not easy, per se, but easier. That still left him ass up, head down, kneeling on the hard ground with only Yingying’s robe to cushion his knees.

It was awkward and if it were anyone except Yingying or A-Fan doing the extraction, he’d probably feel some kind of way about it. Here and now it was just another day...and it was infinitely preferable to getting whipped by Shizun.

Wow, he hadn’t thought about that in a long time. It felt far away and blurry, like a water-damaged painting. Good. Let it stay that way.

Ming Fan was theoretically keeping an eye out for threats, but with the pyramid burning, Binghe was fairly sure that the flower monsters were thoroughly occupied.

Yingying pressed one finger gently into his chrysanthemum, then another, slowly starting to stretch him open.

“I wonder if we could just pop the eggs,” Binghe said idly.

Yingying’s fingers paused, then resumed. “I don’t know if I can pop them with a finger, and this Yingying is not going to poke sharp objects around in A-Luo’s guts.”

“I heal quickly,” Binghe pointed out.

“Maybe as a last resort,” Ming Fan offered as a compromise. “We do need to get them out, but we don’t know what’s in the eggs, or if it could hurt you.”

“Mn,” Yingying agreed, “and A-Luo heals quickly, but we’re going to need to do this for A-Fan too.”

“And I’d prefer not to have monster-eggs ruptured in my guts, thanks,” Ming Fan added.

Ah. Right. “Good point,” Binghe said, resigning himself to the process. Yingying had four fingers in and was stroking his chrysanthemum gently in and out. To nobody’s surprise, least of all his own, Binghe was getting hard from it.

“It’s making my fingers tingle,” Yingying said after a bit, shifting her legs. Probably to resettle her erection, if Binghe had to guess.

“Might be a lesser version of the pollen,” Binghe said, focusing through the constant slide in and out of his ass, relaxing into it. Yingying had almost a whole hand in now.

“Makes sense,” Ming Fan said. “The, uh, the eggs felt good going in.”

“Very good,” Binghe agreed shamelessly as Ying’er giggled. “Part of that was probably the nectar we were being fed, but it makes sense that all the liquid would contain an aphrodisiac to some degree. Yingying can fuck me after this if she wants to,” he added, and got a light swat on one ass-cheeks for that. Binghe’s cock twitched and he hid his grin against his folded arms.

“Eggs first, fucking later,” Yingying said firmly.

“Why even do this? What did the...plant? Demon plant? Get out of it?” Ming Fan asked with a frustrated sigh.

“Hmm. I think it has to do with those mounds of white flowers,” Binghe speculated.

“How so?” Ming Fan asked.

“We faced several different sizes of monsters, all with those coats of white petals, like they were a cross between animals and plants.”

“Okay?”

“They were crosses between the plant and different animals, though. I think one was some kind of wolf or canine, and that one really big one that looked like a tiger-”

“You mean the one that almost took your arm off? Or the one that stood up on its hind legs?” Ming Fan commented.

“The first one, though that second one was maybe a bear? I’d forgotten that one. And we saw different size mounds of flowers, so-”

“The eggs take on attributes of the host?” Yingying asked, putting it together.

“Oh. Oh,” Ming Fan said with growing horror. “You mean, something gets caught by the plant, the plant puts eggs in it, and the eggs become some kind of hybrid. Then, when the eggs hatch, the host dies and becomes one of those flower mounds?”

“It’s just a theory,” Binghe said.

“That’s terrifying, thanks,” Ming Fan said faintly. Then, after a moment of silence, “Yingying, are you laughing?”

“Sorry,” she said, trying to bite back her giggles, “sorry, this Yingying just realized. We have so many children and I didn’t even have to be pregnant for them,” she managed, then dissolved into giggles.

“Yingying,” Ming Fan objected, scandalized, but that just egged her on, so he sighed and let it go.

Through all of this Yingying had kept going, and by now had one hand slipping easily into and out of Binghe’s chrysanthemum.

“Ying’er okay back there?” Binghe asked. His cock was hard and flushed and leaking precome, aching to be touched. He was definitely going to come before this was done.

“Mn,” Yingying managed, giggles dying down. She reached into him, her wrist pushing in as her hand moved inside him, curling around one of the eggs.

Well, that was the easy part done. She gently pulled back, then relaxed, the fingers of her other hand nudging in to stretch his chrysanthemum even more. Again she pulled back and relaxed, falling into a rhythm, opening him up further than he’d thought possible before this, so that she could get her hand out with the egg.

At some point he whined and came, completely untouched.

Yingying’s free hand stroked his back as he drifted down from his pleasure, muttering sweet nothings to him, and finally, finally she pulled free, egg in hand.

“Oh,” he heard her say, still feeling floaty and warm.

“Mm?”

“Nothing, here, let me get the rest,” she said. He shivered as her hand slid in again, so easily, to grab the next one, and the next after that.

When she finally patted his ass and told him she was done, he had to be nudged to turn over and sit up, still feeling like he was floating up from the bottom of a lake to the surface.

“That...was in me?” he asked, looking at the pile of ten or so wet eggs. Their surface glistened a translucent white, like the flower petals, or like pearls. He reached out to poke one. Softer than chicken or duck eggs, but still strong, almost like leather. Each one could easily be held in one of Yingying’s hands. “They felt a lot larger going in,” he commented aloud.

“They’re large enough,” Ming Fan said, eyeing them with trepidation. Oh, right, A-Fan still had his inside him.

“Ying’er doing okay?” Binghe checked. Her cheeks were flushed, and she’d been wrist deep in liquid aphrodisiac for a long time.

“F-fine,” she said, wiggling a bit. “Um, I don’t know if I should touch myself right now,” she admitted, holding up her dripping hand.

“That’s okay.” Binghe leaned against her side and slipped one hand into her trousers, curling it around the damp cock he found there. “I’ll take care of you,” he purred. He stroked her gently, then harder as Ying’er’s eyes fluttered shut and she pressed against him, the hard nub of her nipple pressing against his chest.

“Yes, please,” she said, her breath speeding up along with his stroking, until she came easily with a little gasp, her cock twitching as it spurted come into her trousers.

“Ah, oops?” Binghe said, eyeing the patch of wet fabric. He really was out of it, if he hadn’t considered consequences.

Yingying shook her head, kissing the corner of his mouth. “We’re all going to need to wash later, anyway.”

True enough.

“My turn?” Ming Fan asked.

“Yeah. Don’t worry, we’re here for you,” Binghe said, motioning Ming Fan over to sit on his legs. “Pussy first, right?”

“Yes, probably the easiest,” Ming Fan said, settling down across Binghe’s thighs and leaning back against him. It gave them a little more height so that Yingying could work more easily.

With A-Fan in his lap and Ying’er straddling his shins, Binghe felt grounded in the best way. Their weight was heavy, warm, and alive. They trusted him, he was useful to them. His arms itched to wind around Ming Fan and hug him tight.

Chin hooked over Ming Fan’s shoulder, Binghe watched as Yingying, an intent look on her face, opened up Ming Fan’s folds. Even now, it made Binghe’s cock twitch. Ming Fan pinched him lightly on the thigh, which did not help even a little bit. Binghe hid his grin against Ming Fan’s shoulder.

He could feel every movement from Ming Fan as Ying’er slowly worked him open. Wetness bled across Binghe’s thighs, the flower’s juices trickling out of A-Fan as Ying’er got three fingers in, then five, then, gradually, her whole hand.

A-Fan’s breath hitched, little cut-off gasps and grunts that made Binghe want to kiss him, to seal A-Fan’s mouth with his own. A-Fan pressed back against him, his skin warm and human. Binghe didn’t know if it was the aftermath of the spring flowers, or just that watching Ying’er pull eggs like dragon pearls out of A-Fan was the most erotic he’d ever encountered, but he was already hard again. A-Fan had to be able to feel it.

Just the thought of that made Binghe’s head swim, made him want to fuck into A-Fan, even though he knew he couldn’t, not at the moment.

A-Fan stiffened, his hands digging into Binghe’s thighs where he gripped them, then shuddered, head bowing forward. Had- had he just come?

“A-Fan,” Binghe murmured, a bit dazed himself.

Ying’er let out a long breath, then grinned and held up a dripping egg. “One down,” she said.

A-Fan made an indignant, grumpy noise, but it had no bite to it.

“A-Fan?” Yingying asked, concerned.

Ming Fan hid his eyes behind one hand. “Yes, yes, I’m fine,” he managed, spreading his legs a little wider as he rested his head back on Binghe’s shoulder. “Just...should it feel this good?”

“It did for me,” Binghe admitted, leaning in to suck on the shell of Ming Fan’s ear.

Another pinch from A-Fan, admonishment and encouragement both.

“A-Fan looks very pretty like this,” Yingying said, mischievously.

That got another grumbled gargle that dragged out into a whine as Yingying slid her hand back in, gently removing the next egg, and the next, and the next after that. A-Fan lost himself in the pleasure of it until he was rocking his hips back and forth while Yingying worked, little grunts and moans spilling from his mouth, lips bitten a plump red.

Gods but Binghe wanted to fuck him so badly. He was rock hard under A-Fan, his cock a hot line that A-Fan was rubbing himself along.

Ying’er was breathing hard too, her nipples hard little pebbles and her eyes wide and dark. Binghe could feel her hard cock bumping against his knee.

“Done,” Ying’er said, voice low and husky, “I don’t feel any more eggs.”

Her arm was inside A-Fan almost up to the elbow. A-Fan’s head lolled back against Binghe’s shoulder.

“Hmhm,” A-Fan managed as Ying’er withdrew her hand.

“Next,” Ying’er cleared her throat, “A-Fan, there’s still the other one to do.”

A-Fan groaned. “I might actually die.”

Binghe was hit by a wave of laughter that he mostly choked down to snickers. “What a- what a way to go, though.”

Ying’er grinned. “Yup” she said, then scooched up on Binghe’s legs until she was flush against A-Fan’s front. She leaned in to kiss first A-Fan, then, over his shoulder, Binghe.

They all just rested for a moment, collecting themselves.

“Oh, A-Fan!” Ying’er exclaimed, not moving. “A-Luo said- well, A-Luo, can you tell A-Fan as well?”

Ming Fan made an inquisitive noise.

Binghe stared at Ying’er in confusing for a second, then realized what she was talking about, and hid his face against A-Fan’s hair. “Ah, that. I- now?”

“Now,” Yingying insisted. “If I get to know, A-Fan gets to know.”

“Should I be curious or worried?” A-Fan asked.

“This Binghe...said that he loves Ying’er,” Binghe said, catching Ying’er’s brilliant smile out of the corner of his eye.

“Ah,” A-Fan said, his back tensing a bit.

“And he also said that he loves A-Fan.”

There was a moment of confused stillness. “What?” A-Fan asked, turning his head to frown at Binghe.

“A-Fan doesn’t have to reciprocate,” Binghe said softly, not able to meet Ming Fan’s eyes, “But this Binghe loves A-Fan.”

“You- I don’t- No don’t look like that! I don’t know, alright! You can’t tell me this when I’m still high on spring flowers! How can you- how can you love us, love me? After what I did-”

“That was years ago,” Binghe said quietly. “Ming Fan has grown, and changed. This Binghe loves and trusts his A-Fan and his Ying’er both.”

“Mn, and this Yingying loves her A-Fan and her A-Luo,” Yingying chimed in. “She also thinks that A-Fan’s freckles are very cute,” she said, bussing a kiss over one of A-Fan’s furiously blushing cheeks. “And that A-Luo’s fingernails look cute and impressive,” she said, bringing up one of his hands and kissing his fingers.

“They’re solid black,” Binghe objected. He hid most of his demonic heritage, when he wasn’t fighting, but he couldn’t afford to cut it off all the way when he might need to call it up at a moment’s notice, so the nails stayed black.

“Yes, like this Yingying said, cute and impressive.”

They bantered a bit more, giving Ming Fan time to compose himself. During a lull in their conversation, Ming Fan sighed. “We should...get it done.”

Yingying hummed in agreement, then regretfully pulled away from them. “When we get back, this Yingying wants a bed big enough for the three of us,” she said. “So that we can all roll around on a nice soft mattress that doesn’t hurt our knees.”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea,” Binghe agreed, helping Ming Fan climb off his lap and get into the same position Binghe had taken.

He was still hard, but it had turned into a languid kind of heat, so he let his erection be. Instead, he sat back and enjoyed the view as Yingying worked A-Fan open, more slowly than she had for Binghe, even, and began to remove the eggs. Watching her slide her arm deep into A-Fan’s ass was a sight Binghe would treasure forever, right up there with, well, a lot of memories having to do with Ying’er and A-Fan.

Only six eggs, from A-Fan’s chrysanthemum, though added to what Ying’er had pulled from his jade gates, the total pile was impressive.

Ming Fan, with Binghe and Ying’er’s help, managed to turn around and sit up. All of them looked at he piles of eggs, with a kind of disbelief.

Ming Fan cleared his throat. “Right, so I know I was just complaining about how much we dual cultivate, but, uh…”

“Oh gods yes please,” Yingying blurted out.

“Who do you want first?” Binghe asked.

“Actually, I was thinking, um. Both? Together?” he said, blushing red as a sunset.

“I think we can accommodate that,” Binghe grinned.

Chapter Text

MING FAN

“So, how does A-Fan want us?” Yingying asked, leaning into Ming Fan’s space and distracting him unfairly with a kiss.

Ming Fan licked his lips and cleared his throat. He started, stuttered, stopped. Blushing, he tried again. “Maybe...A-Luo for the jade gates and Ying’er for, um, for the chrysanthemum?” He never would have even thought of something like that, back in the human realm. Well, not that he’d had jade gates there, but even if he had, or perhaps especially if he had, well.

A-Luo and Ying’er immediately arranged Ying’er’s clothes to give A-Luo somewhere to lie down, Ying’er even stripping her pants to make a cushion for A-Luo’s head, all without more than a couple of words.

Ming Fan licked his lips again. He kneeled over Luo Binghe, taking hold of his lover’s cock. It was always so intimidatingly huge, but he knew he could take it. He wanted to take it. Some preparation beforehand was good, but after he’d had Yingying’s entire arm up inside him, that was well and truly taken care of. Now, all that was left was to line it up with his pussy and sink down onto it. It slid in like warm silk, like pure pleasure. It felt different from the eggs but better, because he wanted it there. He clenched around the hot, thick length of it, and watched A-Luo’s eyes flutter shut.

“Lean forward,” Yingying said softly, her hands nudging his back until he went, ending up chest to chest with A-Luo. Slim fingers tested his chrysanthemum, finding it still loose and slick. He pressed his face into the crook of A-Luo’s neck.

The head of Ying’er’s cock popped in with barely any resistance, and she pressed forward in one smooth slide, hilting herself and making Ming Fan’s breath catch as her balls smacked against him lightly. He clenched down on both of them, biting at A-Luo’s shoulder. That got him a jerk and a cry from A-Luo, the thick monster cock twitching inside him. Ying’er hummed in pleasure and pushed harder into him, before drawing out a little and pushing in again.

He found himself face to face with A-Luo, and before he knew it he was kissing his half-demon lover.

A-Luo loved him. He could feel himself wanting to think about it, wanting to worry it like a dog with a bone, but Yingying was speeding up, fucking him so deliciously, and Binghe’s cock filled him so nicely, his large hands firmly on Ming Fan’s hips to keep him in place. Thoughts and worries evaporated from his mind, the pleasure of being so filled, so loved, so wanted making him rock back into Ying’er’s thrusts, clench down rhythmically on A-Luo’s cock.

He kissed A-Luo, moaning into that hot mouth, losing himself in his lovers until he came, and then riding out the aftershocks as Ying’er’s pace picked up, became harder, until she spilled inside him, pressing against his back, her breasts soft cushions against him as she pushed him even harder into A-Luo.

“A-Fan feels so good,” Yingying said, sounding much too pleased with herself. Not that Ming Fan was going to argue.

“Mm,” he said instead, clenching around them again.

That got him a grunt from Binghe. “My turn.”

They rearranged themselves, which sadly involved both of his lovers pulling out of him. It took a bit of arranging, and ended with Yingying sitting against the wall, Ming Fan in her lap with his back to her and his legs spread. Binghe kneeled over her legs as well, angling Ming Fan so that he could slide his cock easily back into Ming Fan’s pussy.

Ming Fan let out a satisfied hum, spreading his legs a bit more. Binghe rocked slowly into him, as if to torture Ming Fan with pleasure.

“Mmmm, is A-Luo running out of stamina?” Ming Fan taunted, and Binghe...stopped completely! The bastard! Ming Fan had to bite his lip to stop from pushing his hips forward in search of that delicious friction.

“This A-Luo was being considerate of his A-Fan,” Binghe said, low and dark. “But he sees that that is unnecessary.”

Uh-oh. Ming Fan’s eyes barely had time to widen before Binghe started to move again. He started slow but picked up speed rapidly, until he was pounding into Ming Fan hard and fast, making his head spin with pleasure. Ming Fan gasped, getting out parts of words and names, and all he could think was that he wanted it to go on forever.

It didn’t, sadly, but it did come to a very satisfying conclusion, so that would have to do, for now.

Ming Fan could feel his worries trying to reassert themselves, but it was too much effort to be worried. He’d never thought of himself as cut-sleeve, plus he’d had a crush on Ying’er for the longest time. When they’d first landed in the Abyss, it had been easy not to think about it, when the spring flowers and the mortal danger made such things inconsequential. Maybe he was overthinking it now? Did it really matter than he loved to get dicked down, that he loved to feel Yingying’s breasts push against him? That, when he had a cock, he loved fucking into either Yingying or Binghe?

Well, it sort of mattered, but did it matter matter? As long as they were together, wasn’t that enough? They loved him and...he was coming around to the feeling that he might love both of them back.

NING YINGYING

It wasn’t cold, per se, but after a while of sitting around naked with her back to a stone wall, it was getting a bit chilly. Even with her boys sprawled on top of her. She slapped them gently on their flank. “I can’t feel my legs.”

“Mm, sorry,” A-Luo said sitting up and stretching, then pulling out of A-Fan, who whined at the loss, still slightly out of it.

“A-Fan?” she asked, and he grumbled an affirmative. A-Luo helped him off of her, and they ended up sitting next to each other against the wall while Yingying waited out the pins and needles feeling in her legs. It was starting to get dark by now, the fire more smouldering than burning, and not giving much light either. At least what little wind there was had kept the smoke away from them so far.

“So, about the eggs,” A-Luo said.

“They’re so pretty. It’s almost a shame to destroy them,” Yingying said, eyeing the pile of pearl-like eggs.

“No, we need to,” A-Luo grimaced. “They probably won’t survive outside of a host, and on the off chance that one does, we really don’t want plant monsters with Heavenly Demon blood running around.”

“Where’s the sword?” A-Fan frowned, and Yingying’s stomach twisted.

“Ah. About that,” she blushed. How to approach this? “Um, so there’s good news and bad news.”

“Yes?” A-Luo asked.

“Bad news, when the floor collapsed, the sword...also fell. I- I never saw it again,” Yingying admitted.

“Ah,” A-Luo said.

A-Fan’s lips went tight, and Yingying half expected him to yell at her. If he did, she’d deserve it – she’d lost the sword that had protected them for so long, Ming Fan’s own spiritual sword. “So, what’s the good news?” was all he said, and her shoulders relaxed a bit.

“Well, there was a lot of debris and rocks down the hole, and nobody answered when I called down, so, so this Yingying decided to take the long way down. That’s when I noticed that A-Fan’s sword was gone, so I had to be really careful, and I hid a couple of times to avoid the flower monsters. Anyway, the good news is, there were a couple of rooms that still had stuff in them,” she got up and went to the pile of stuff she’d dropped along the remnants of one wall. “and I found these.”

Yingying pulled four sheathed swords out from under the cloth that had been piled over them. “Tadaa,” she said with an uncertain grin.

“Yingying, you found weapons?” A-Luo exclaimed, eyes wide. Scrambling upright, he bounced over to her. “And what’s this, cloth?”

She nodded. “Mn, clothes, I think some kind of ceremonial stuff? They were in a box and there had to have been some kind of stasis or preservation seal or something because they’re not rotted at all,” she said.

“You got all of this out?” A-Fan asked, awed. He reached out for one of the swords to inspect it, and she gladly handed it over.

A-Fan slid the blade form its scabbard. It came easily, glinting even in the low light. It looked as if it’d come straight from an armoury; well maintained and honed. Not a speck of rust or rot on blade or sheathe. A-Fan’s jaw dropped, and Yingying felt a spark of joy in her chest.

“I mean, I remembered that A-Luo said he’d regretted not grabbing more stuff from those evil cultivators, and we’re running really low on clothes and I didn’t know if I’d be able to find Ming Fan’s sword and I couldn’t, and I’m so, so sorry about that, A-Fan-”

“Ying’er, breathe,” A-Luo said, pulling her into a hug, swords and all. “You did so good. We needed all of this, badly. You’re a miracle worker,” he said, kissing her forehead.

Tears welled up. “I- I was so worried!” she admitted, finally letting herself feel the fear that had dogged her every step of the way as she’d snuck through the pyramid. “I didn’t know if you were alive or dead, and if I needed to be moving quicker, but we also needed stuff and I found them in the rooms I was hiding in anyway – I didn’t try to be slow, I promise! – and then I found the door to the outside before I found the basement where you two were, and so I dropped everything there, but I was- you two could have been dead and I would have been wasting time with robes and-” tears started to spill over her cheeks.

A-Luo traded an alarmed look with A-Fan, and they both moved in to hug her tightly.

“Ying’er, Ying’er it’s okay,” A-Luo said.

“You did your best,” A-Fan agreed. “It’s not easy to make difficult choices, or be in charge, trust me I know. All you can do is your best, and you did that so well.”

“Mn. You kept a calm head and took advantage where you could, that’s all anyone can do.”

Yingying sniffled. “I don’t like being in charge,” she admitted. “What if I do the wrong thing and people get hurt, what if I do the wrong thing and you two get hurt?”

“I mean,” A-Luo said, “yeah.” He fell silent for a moment, then said, “I was worried about that all the time when we first got down here, when you two didn’t have any resistance to most of the spring flowers we kept running into. I was afraid all the time. What if I left you two alone to fight a monster and a different monster found you? What if something found us when we were sleeping?”

“Binghe,” A-Fan said, subdued. “You did your best. Just like Yingying did her best.” He took a deep breath. “In hindsight, there was probably a better way I could have handle the situation with those cultivators.”

“We’re all just trying our best,” A-Luo repeated, leaning against her and A-Fan. “We’re not trained for this, not really. We had the clothes on our backs, almost no supplies, and only one sword. It’s a miracle we made it this far.”

“A miracle named Luo Binghe,” A-Fan said, and A-Luo looked up, startled. A-Fan shrugged. “It’s true. Without your demonic heritage, without your courage and persistence, we would probably have stopped and stayed with the succubi, if we even made it that far.”

A-Luo looked off to the side, frowning. “I wouldn’t- I still don’t know if I made the right decision there,” he admitted.

“I want to try going home, even if it’s dangerous,” Yingying said. “I’m glad we’re trying.”

“Mn, me too,” A-Fan agreed.

Home. Yingying missed home fiercely – the calm bamboo groves, the clear air and sunshine of Qing Jing. Her shijies and shixiong. Shizun.

“Then we go home,” A-Luo said, smiling. “Now, Ying’er, let’s see what kind of treasures you found for us.”