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"Fine," Yin Biyue grit out.
Mo Changyuan's pupils bloomed in delight. "Sect Leader Yin! How noble of you, how selfless. Giving up your body to a thing like me. Anything to protect the people, hmm?"
Yin Biyue didn't bother to dignify any of that with a response, cutting his gaze to the side so that he wouldn't have to meet those dark eyes. Mo Changyuan's grip on his chin tightened, and he jerked Yin Biyue's head round to face him.
"Now, now, Sect Leader Yin, don't be like that. After all, we're about to get to know each other very intimately."
Yin Biyue flexed against his invisible restraints.
"Just get on with it."
"So impatient," Mo Changyuan chuckled. With a snap of his fingers, Yin Biyue's arms were released from their bindings, only to be immediately caught by the wrists in one of Mo Changyuan's large hands. He struggled out of reflex, but was quickly swept off his feet.
"No need for you to do anything, Sect Leader," Mo Changyuan said cheerfully, hefting Yin Biyue into a bridal carry and heading for the inner chamber. It seemed to have been prepared in advance, with an array of gauzy silks surrounding a jadeite bed, and the scent of incense in the air.
"Let this Lord take care of everything."
Yin Biyue felt a hot flush creeping up his neck as he was lowered onto the bed and his hands pulled above his head to be fastened to the wall.
"Is all this really necessary?" Yin Biyue was feeling uncomfortably romanced. "Let's just get this over with."
"Is this how you treat all your bed partners?" Mo Changyuan tutted. "You'll never get a wife with that kind of attitude."
Yin Biyue's answering scoff turned into a yelp as Mo Changyuan bent over his prone body and tore through his outer robes like they were tissue paper. It was already humiliating enough that he'd been forced to resort to this to buy them time against the demonic forces, but now he was being treated like a heroine in one of He Yanyun's salacious novels. He was tempted to close his eyes and try to meditate through the whole event, but he couldn't let himself take his eyes off Mo Changyuan, just in case he tried any funny business.
Not that it could get much worse than this. Mo Changyuan knelt on the bed, eyes roving greedily over Yin Biyue's body as he stripped him down, knocking his knees apart to settle between his legs. Yin Biyue let it happen, taking deep breaths to try and gather himself, to detach from what was about to happen. He'd submit to this humiliation, and then their forces would stand half a chance against Mo Changyuan's demonic forces. If Yin Biyue's heart clenched at the once-familiar face of his shixiong leaning over him, that was no one's business but his own.
"Sect Leader Yin is being so biddable," Mo Changyuan smirks. "Perhaps he is more eager than he is willing to admit?"
"Just get on with it," Yin Biyue growled, teeth clenched so tightly it was giving him a headache. He forced his body into submission - no matter what happened, he refused to give Mo Changyuan the reaction he was looking for.
Mo Changyuan tutted.
"Where would the fun be in that?" he sighed dramatically. "Sect Leader Yin, haven't you ever dual cultivated before? It's supposed to be enjoyable."
"You don't need me to enjoy this to get what you want," said Yin Biyue, exasperated. Mo Changyuan smirked, eyes darkening.
"On the contrary, Sect Leader Yin - your enjoyment is all I want."
Mo Changyuan leaned over Yin Biyue's prone body, staring into his eyes intently. Yin Biyue gasped as Mo Changyuan's pupils suddenly blossomed out into his irises, then the whites of his eyes, turning them entirely ink black. Yin Biyue felt a jerking pull behind his navel, as though he were waking from a dream about falling.
Out of nowhere, burning heat flooded his body, and he was immediately, achingly hard. He tried to pull his knees together to hide, but only succeeded in clenching his thighs around Mo Changyuan's waist. Mo Changyuan, who was looking unbearably smug.
"What did you-?" Yin Biyue gasped, barely able to speak before his body was wracked with tremors. He could feel himself clenching down on nothing, feeling horribly empty. His nipples tingled, begging to be touched, and he realised he was staring at Mo Changyuan's tongue where it flickered out to wet his lips.
"Do you like it?" Mo Changyuan asked with a grin. "I only want Sect Leader Yin to enjoy himself."
"N-no," Yin Biyue stammered, all his efforts to maintain composure wiped out as Mo Changyuan's hands slid up his sides to take hold of the last of his robes and rip them clean off Yin Biyue's torso.
Yin Biyue's back arched as the cool air made contact with his chest, unwillingly begging for touch.He thrashed on the bed, yanking at his restraints as he tried to both push into and pull away from Mo Changyuan's hands, which were mapping his exposed skin.
Addled as he was, it took Yin Biyue a moment to realise that Mo Changyuan was deliberately avoiding his nipples, instead circling the skin around his areolas, almost, but not quite, touching. Yin Biyue found that he was writhing on the bed, trying to angle his body into Mo Changyuan's curious hands and immediately forced himself still.
Mo Changyuan chuffed out a mocking laugh and bent to breath hot air across the pebbled skin. Yin Biyue whined, high and desperate, in the back of his throat. Mo Changyuan's fingers trailed ever closer to their target, the rough callouses catching on Yin Biyue's smooth skin.
At the first brush of Mo Changyuan's thumbs across his nipples, Yin Biyue jolted and immediately came in his trousers.
Mo Changyuan laughed, delighted, almost childlike with wonder. He grinned down at Yin Biyue's shivering body and yanked off what was left of Yin Biyue's clothes while he trembled and gasped with the force of his orgasm. He didn't bother with his own clothes, only pushing aside what was necessary to free his own cock, already hard and dripping. He took a second to admire the view; the taper of Yin Biyue's shoulders to his waist, the contrast of his own dark robes against Yin Biyue's fair skin, and the come smeared over his thighs and still-hard cock.
"You're so pretty, Sect Leader Yin," Mo Changyuan said dreamily. Yin Biyue felt his face go hot, his composure obliterated by those black, abyssal eyes.
Yin Biyue twitched as he felt Mo Changyuan's fingers slip between his cheeks to press against his hole - his reflex was to clench down against the intrusion, but his body refused to listen to him, instead relaxing and opening for Mo Changyuan like he was made for it. His hips rolled, working a finger in to the first knuckle, and then again, sinuous and wanting, until Mo Changyuan was thrusting in with one, then two fingers. Obscene noises echoed in Yin Biyue's ears - the slick sounds of Mo Changyuan's fingers combined with Yin Biyue's breathy moans, torn from his throat without his input. He felt both outside of himself and also inescapably present; every time he was in danger of floating away, Mo Changyuan's fingers would twist inside him and bring him back to earth. There was no escaping it.
Yin Biyue hissed as a third finger pressed in - it didn't hurt, but it felt like it should hurt. It felt like his body was supposed to be resisting, but had instead made a home for Mo Changyuan's hands, opening him up for something bigger. He tried to close his eyes against the onslaught.
"No, I don't think so," Mo Changyuan purred, and Yin Biyue's eyes snapped back open. "That's right - look only at me. You'll think of nothing else while I'm touching you."
A high, keening sound tore its way free of Yin Biyue's throat as Mo Changyuan pressed relentlessly against that bright spot of pleasure inside him. His cock jerked, spurting come up his chest, still relentlessly hard.
"Oh yes, I like that very much," Mo Changyuan grinned. "Again, I think."
It was like Mo Changyuan had a direct line to the pleasure centres of Yin Biyue's brain - he yelped as he helplessly came again, balls drawing up tight so quickly that he almost felt nauseous with it. He clenched down around Mo Changyuan's fingers, feeling the knobs of his knuckles massaging Yin Biyue's rim as they pushed in and in and in. His whole body felt crackly and oversensitive, and he pulled at his restraints until the cuffs bit into his hands, trying to use the pain to ground himself.
"Shh, just relax," Mo Changyuan crooned; he smirked as Yin Biyue went limp. "Another one, I think," he mused, pushing a fourth finger into Yin Biyue's hole and a fourth orgasm out of his cock. Yin Biyue wailed with overstimulation, hazy eyes still obediently locked onto Mo Changyuan's face. He was losing track of himself - there was something he was forgetting to worry about.
"That's very good, Sect Leader Yin, you're being so good and obedient for me." Mo Changyuan bent down to take one of Yin Biyue's nipples into his mouth, laving his tongue over the peak. Yin Biyue moaned, arching into the wet heat and grinding down against Mo Changyuan's fingers. He felt pinned, spread so wide around Mo Changyuan's knuckles, but still somehow empty.
"P-please," he rasped. Mo Changyuan's head snapped up, black eyes ravenous.
"Yes?" He pressed closer to stare at Yin Biyue's face. "Is there something you want?"
Yin Biyue's whole body was already so hot, but he still somehow felt the force of his blush as it flushed across his face and down his neck.
"I-"
He paused to try and wet his parched mouth.
"I-I need…"
Mo Changyuan drew even closer, until their noses were almost touching. "Yes? Go on."
Yin Biyue made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat and summoned the dregs of his strength to dig his heel into the back of Mo Changyuan's thigh.
"I need… it, p-please, please fuck m-"
The forceful kiss came as a relief, sparing Yin Biyue from having to mortify himself any further. Mo Changyuan's tongue forced its way into Yin Biyue's mouth, his sharp canines nicking at his lower lip. He couldn't tell if the metallic tang was because he was bleeding, or if this was just the way that kissing tasted, blood hot and breathless.
Despite his sudden urgency, Mo Changyuan eased his fingers out of Yin Biyue's hole with comparative gentleness. They were quickly replaced with the blunt tip of his cock, pressing hot and huge against Yin Biyue's rim. Despite having been fingered to within an inch of his life, it still felt enormous - it seemed to rub against every inch of his hole as Mo Changyuan pushed inside in one long, inexorable thrust. Yin Biyue's cock twitched and drooled against his belly; he somehow felt both numb and oversensitive, but still rolled his hips to try and rub against Mo Changyuan, hurt little whimpers fighting their way out of his throat and into Mo Changyuan's bruising mouth.
Mo Changyuan finally bottomed out, hips pressed flush against Yin Biyue's ass - his arms snaked around Yin Biyue's back, crushing them together for one long, drawn-out moment, grinding his cock as deep as he could get it. Yin Biyue's eyes rolled back in head, breaking the kiss as he moaned at the pressure of that huge cock inside him. Mo Changyuan rumbled deep in his chest in answer, mouthing down Yin Biyue's jaw and throat to bite at his shoulder.
Yin Biyue finally felt able to take a full breath, only to have it immediately fucked out of him with the forceful snap of Mo Changyuan's hips. The set of his teeth at Yin Biyue's shoulder became more purposeful, sinking in where the shoulder joined the neck, hot breath feathering over the sensitive nerve endings, hotter tongue lapping up the blood that spilled.
Yin Biyue was briefly distracted by a loud wailing, only to realise that it was coming from his own throat, punctuated the slap of skin and the growling rumble coming from Mo Changyuan. He clutched at his restraints, feeling like he might just disintegrate at any moment, and the weight of Mo Changyuan's body was the only thing keeping him together.
He arched as he came again, helpless to do anything but submit to the sensations imposed on his body. He couldn't seem to stop coming, his cock kept constantly hard and drooling a stream of come by Mo Changyuan's pounding hips. Mo Changyuan's breath was harsh in his ear - he seemed to have run out of things to say and was dedicating all his energy into fucking the life out of Yin Biyue. He wondered deliriously if that was secretly Mo Changyuan's master plan - to win the war by keeping Yin Biyue here, impaled on his cock until he fucked him to death. In the moment, it didn't seem like so terrible a fate.
"Ahn, Sh-shixiong-"
Impossibly, Mo Changyuan got harder at the sound of Yin Biyue's fucked out voice, and he finally unlatched his teeth and re-braced himself over Yin Biyue, knees splayed to give himself more leverage to fuck in even harder, jolting little moans out of Yin Biyue's throat until they coalesced in a single note. Mo Changyuan reached for Yin Biyue's cock, bright red and still dribbling a thin stream, stripping it hard and fast in time with his own thrusts. Mo Changyuan's rhythm turned choppy and uncoordinated as he started to finally reach his own crest, eyes fixed on Yin Biyue red and tear-stained face, pressing in hard as he finally came, grinding in hard and deep. His eyelashes fluttered and the abyss receded, allowing Yin Biyue to come round a little, only to immediate be knocked insensate again with the force of his final orgasm, which left him writhing on Mo Changyuan's cock, milking it for all he was worth.
Yin Biyue drifted in the aftermath, barely aware of his own body. Mo Changyuan withdrew slowly, leaving him feeling desperately empty, but too incoherent to express his displeasure. He thought he could feel someone's hands gentling him as he gasped for breath, rubbing the stiffness out of his arms and hands, no longer restrained. His eyelids flickered as he tried to rouse himself, but he was too overwhelmed. He slipped under, into the dark.
When Yin Biyue woke up, he was clean and fully dressed, and lying on a cot surrounded by his worried disciples.
He blinked.
The disciples burst into a flurry of activity. A flask of clean water was pressed to his lips and he drank ravenously, feeling like a dried out husk of himself, while his deputies mobilised the others to do… something. Honestly, he wasn't really paying attention. When he was able to sit up without feeling like he would immediately fall over, he demanded a report.
"The enemy has retreated for now, Shizun," said his first disciple, kneeling dutifully at Yin Biyue's bedside.
"How far," Yin Biyue rasped, already knowing the answer.
"Three thousand miles, Shizun." His disciple paused, uncertain. "What happened while you were in the Demon Lord's palace?"
Yin Biyue shook his head, hand drifting up to the bite mark that was surely hiding under the shoulder of his robes.
"It doesn't matter."
It couldn't matter.