The realms were combined. This only led to chaos—death and suffering, countless lives ruined, countless children ruined.
Perhaps the Emperor of the Three Realms came to regrets this.
Perhaps the Emperor of the Three Realms grew a heart or, at least, a brain.
This is somewhat unlikely. If anything, some of his human wives probably complained about their families being wiped out and he, of course, had to rescue them.
This Peak Lord meeting is particularly grim.
Yue Qingyuan comes forth with the ritual Luo Binghe had found to separate the realms once more. Cang Qiong Mountain sect still stood—while many other sects could not say the same—but it would be remiss to say that Luo Binghe held any loyalty for his former sect.
“The ritual requires a virgin cultivator at its heart,” Yue Qingyuan says very, very delicately. Mu Qingfang would explain the other details—about the many rounds of dual cultivation required with said virgin. “It would be inappropriate to ask any of our disciples this. This is not their responsibility. I... cannot be the focus of the ritual. Is there one amongst us who can?”
“So,” Qi Qingqi says mildly. “That rules out me. Liu-shidi?”
Liu Qingge shakes his head. “No.”
It goes on like this, until just about every Peak Lord has answered. Shang Qinghua had long since abandoned them for that ice demon of his and he was very likely not a virgin anyway.
“This master should suffice,” Shen Qingqiu says, fanning himself slowly.
Qi Qingqi laughs outright. “Shen Qingqiu, surely now’s not a good time to joke.”
“We all know about the brothels,” Liu Qingge adds.
Shen Qingqiu does not cease fanning himself. “This master is completely serious.”
“Qingqiu-shidi,” Yue Qingyuan says faintly. “You do not have—”
“Wan Jian Peak has the virgin-revealing sword, yes?” Shen Qingqiu says. “Make use of it.”
The Wan Jian Peak Lord sighs. “I’ll be right back.”
Logically, it cannot take too terribly long but the wait still manages to feel like an eternity. The room is entirely silent, save for the sound of Shen Qingqiu’s silk fan.
The Wan Jian Peak Lord returns, holding the sword by its hilt as far away from his body as he can. Its particular sword spirit… could be considered a lascivious one. But it only would unsheathe itself before a virgin.
And when the Wan Jian Peak Lord presents the sword to Shen Qingqiu, this is exactly what it does: unsheathe itself, hanging in the air and trembling fiercely.
“Huh,” says the Wan Jian Peak Lord. “I suppose we will be able to go on with the ritual.”
There are preparations to be made if the ritual is to be successful.
An array is to be drawn on the floors of the Lingxi Caves. Objectively, the Lingxi Caves were not… the ideal place to lose one’s virginity. Or even to casually have sex. Mu Qingfang says nothing of this to Shen Qingqiu.
Very quietly, Mu Qingfang prepares the several elixirs that would be necessary. Two for Shen Qingqiu to drink, to ensure that he would have the stamina and the arousal level needed for the ritual to be completed. And several other elixirs, for the human participants at least.
“Shen-shixiong,” Mu Qingfang says, handing over the elixir. “Please drink. This will make tonight go easier.”
Shen Qingqiu snorts, but otherwise does not comment. He drinks both without a complaint. They were sweet, after all.
The next part would be more difficult. Mu Qingfang selects a small jar of lubricant and holds it awkwardly.
“What now?” Shen Qingqiu hisses.
Shen Qingqiu wears only a simple robe, his face hot. He looks ready for bed, not for whatever this is. Shen Qingqiu wears none of his usual many layers. Mu Qingfang is all too aware of the sight of Shen Qingqiu’s pale, bare legs, a sliver of skin visible.
“This is lubricant,” Mu Qingfang says. “With this, you can stretch out yourself.”
Shen Qingqiu’s brows furrow. He has… no idea about what Mu Qingfang is saying.
“This lubricant will also help conduct qi,” Mu Qingfang says. “Would shixiong allow shidi to prepare you?”
Shen Qingqiu’s breathing pattern is strange. “What would that entail, Mu-shidi?”
Mu Qingfang opens the jar. The lubricant is fragrant, almost sweet. He dips his fingers inside and gathers a small amount. He warms the lubricant, rubbing his fingers together.
Shen Qingqiu watches the motion intently, face hot. The elixirs he had drunk are beginning to work, it seems.
“This shidi would have to work your chrysanthemum open with my fingers, ensuring that you are relaxed and stretched out for whoever is to have you first,” Mu Qingfang says.
“When you put it that way, you make your shixiong sound like a whore,” Shen Qingqiu comments idly. He uncrosses his legs slowly, a sliver of thigh visible where his robe parts. “Well? Get on with it then, Mu-shidi.”
Mu Qingfang rests his clean hand against Shen Qingqiu’s thigh, rubbing through the soft fabric. “Relax, shixiong. It will not hurt.”
If anything, it would feel pleasurable. Mu Qingfang has had enough practice in such matters.
Shen Qingqiu has always been twitchy. He is more twitchy when Mu Qingfang guides him to lie down and parts his legs, his robes rucked up to his hips, leaving much of him exposed.
Mu Qingfang uses a feather-light touch to explore Shen Qingqiu’s chrysanthemum. The other man is really quite sensitive. “Relax,” Mu Qingfang says again, petting Shen Qingqiu’s inner thigh.
Shen Qingqiu snorts and turns his head away. “Get on with it.”
Mu Qingfang clucks his tongue. They didn’t have to hurry. Things like this should be done properly. He presses a broad hand against Shen Qingqiu’s chrysanthemum, feeling how the other man flutters at the touch. Very slowly, he lightens his touch.
And then Shen Qingqiu lets out a little whimper.
Mu Qingfang doesn’t look at the other’s face. Reactions like that are typical. So is the filling of Shen Qingqiu’s cock.
Mu Qingfang breeches him slowly with one finger, allowing him to get used to such a thing. When Shen Qingqiu lets out a long exhale, Mu Qingfang begins to move.
He finds what he’s looking for easily enough.
Slowly, Mu Qingfang curls his finger, and all of Shen Qingqiu shakes.
Shen Qingqiu gasps for breath, the flush across his face almost angry. “What,” he says, sounding dazed, “was that?”
“That’s your prostate,” Mu Qingfang informs him. “It produces seminal fluid and helps sperm—”
“Why does it feel like that?” Shen Qingqiu snaps, not all all subtly grinding down on Mu Qingfang’s finger.
“Oh,” Mu Qingfang says, watching with wide eyes. He almost regrets not volunteering to be one of the men who would provide Shen Qingqiu pleasure for the ritual. Instead he would just have to supervise. “Stimulation of the prostate will produce quick, powerful orgasms. You need to have many orgasms for the ritual to work.”
Shen Qingqiu nods, eyes hazy. “Why did you go still?” he demands.
"Apologies, Shen-shixiong," Mu Qingfang says, swallowing laughter. "You cannot come just now."
No. He would have to come again and again, filled by pillars, not fingers.
Mu Qingfang spills more lubricant across his hands. He adds more fingers, stretching Shen Qingqiu and teasing him, pausing only when he is close to release. He spends much time on this process, knowing that Heavenly Demons are so generously endowed.
And Shen Qingqiu was so small. His hands could wrap around Shen Qingqiu's narrow waist so perfectly.
"There," Mu Qingfang says, when he is satisfied with how loose and relaxed Shen Qingqiu is. "Shixiong is ready."
When Shen Qingqiu stands, it's fairly obvious that his legs are trembling and weak. Mu Qingfang says nothing of this while he wraps a warm cloak around Shen Qingqiu's shoulders. Does not look at Shen Qingqiu's burning face.
Mu Qingfang helps Shen Qingqiu onto his sword and flies them towards the Lingxi Caves.
Inside, the formation has been created, with four individuals sitting at its points. Yue Qingyuan. Liu Qingge. Mobei-Jun. And Luo Binghe. With none of them looking at one another for a very obvious reason.
Shen Qingqiu does not look at any of them either. Mu Qingfang suspects that if he had a fan, he would be hiding behind it right now. Mu Qingfang gives elixirs to Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge both. They accept and drink them without a word, all while Shen Qingqiu removes his cloak.
Mobei-Jun declines the elixir with a shake of his head.
Mu Qingfang does not even bother offering a potion to Luo Binghe. Why would he? It seems like Luo Binghe does not need help either. Luo Binghe's robes are open, his hand stroking his cock lazily.
"Mu-shishu," Luo Binghe says sweetly, the demon mark burning bright crimson across his brow. "Are you the virgin that's to be deflowered?"
Mu Qingfang chokes, taken aback by the boldness of that statement, and nearly drops a vial of lubricant. He catches it and very quietly hands each person within the caves a generous vial of lubricant--should they have need of it.
"Beast," Shen Qingqiu says cooly. "You may have faults with how this master taught you, but you are no fool."
When Luo Binghe smiles, it's with all of his teeth. There is no warmth to it. "Shizun," he says, voice lilting. "How funny for you to be a virgin. Perhaps what you really needed was a dick up your ass so you would be a little less insuffrable."
Shen Qingqiu goes stiff and sneers at him, entirely unimpressed, before turning to look at Mu Qingfang instead. "Must we begin?"
"Yes, that would be good, Shen-shixiong," Mu Qingfang says.
"Is there a particular order that should be followed?" Shen Qingqiu asks.
"No," Mu Qingfang says. "Just that you find pleasure in the act."
Perhaps it is not too big of a surprise when Shen Qingqiu approaches Yue Qingyuan first. Shen Qingqiu opens Yue Qingyuan's robe slowly, eyeing his pillar. Already, Yue Qingyuan was aroused.
The elixirs work fast, Mu Qingfang muses to himself.
Inelegantly, Shen Qingqiu sinks down on Yue Qingyuan's cock, holding his own robe closed around his body.
Almost immediately, Yue Qingyuan lets out a low groan.
Shen Qingqiu sneers, openly disappointed. "And I'm supposed to be the virgin?"
Yue Qingyuan is terribly flushed. "S-sorry, Xiao Jiu."
Shen Qingqiu stands up quickly, once again fixing his robe so that he bears as little flesh as possible. He huffs something unkind beneath his breath and surveys the others. He would not go to Luo Binghe. Not so soon. Not while he is still palming himself and smirking. And Mobei-Jun was out of the question--that blue cock was just about as long as an arm and had ridges.
The short walk to Liu Qingge is undignified. He can feel spend drip down his thigh.
If Liu Qingge is surprised that he's next, he sure doesn't show it. Liu Qingge does not wait for Shen Qingqiu to part his robes, instead shrugging out of them, as though he had nothing to be ashamed of.
Shen Qingqiu sits gingerly, reaching behind himself to take hold of Liu Qingge's cock and guiding him inside. The stretch is strange. The sensation of feeling full is strange.
But also good.
"What are you waiting for?" Liu Qingge asks. Heat has risen to his face, the tips of his ears terribly red.
Adjusting to your big dick, Shen Qingqiu does not snap. He moves his hips, slowly at first, trying to build a rhythm.
Liu Qingge, the terrible, impatient shidi, takes Shen Qingqiu's hips in hand and moves him, rocking into him like Shen Qingqiu were a toy. But it's good. It's better.
"A-ah..." Shen Qingqiu slaps a hand over his mouth, surprised at the noise that had left him.
"That's better," Liu Qingge tells him, voice low. He moves Shen Qingqiu's hand away from his mouth, grip loose around Shen Qingqiu's wrist. "Shixiong likes something like this."
"Who's your shixiong?" Shen Qingqiu asks, bristling. Really though? Liu Qingge thought to call him shixiong now?
Liu Qingge takes Shen Qingqiu's chin in hand and guides him down, into a kiss. He kisses like he's trying to win a fight, utterly overwhelming, swallowing down each of Shen Qingqiu's moans. He's certainly found a rhythm--so much so that Shen Qingqiu sees stars.
Without touching himself, Shen Qingqiu climaxes, panting raggedly against Liu Qingge's lips. All of him feels fluttery and strange.
And he had to do this how many more times? All of him feels hot, like his body was too small. All of him wanted more and more. He wants that terrible heat, he wants hands around his hips.
But the combination of elixirs Mu Qingfang gave to him would make his own urges outmatch that of any one of those who were to assist him. Even now, Liu Qingge went limp, but Shen Qingqiu was ready for more.
Wordlessly, Liu Qingge helps him to his feet, though Shen Qingqiu's legs tremble.
Wobbling, Shen Qingqiu returns to Yue Qingyuan and once again sinks down on Yue Qingyuan's cock.
Yue Qingyuan does not come immediately, but this is a near thing. Featherlight hands carress Shen Qingqiu's thighs, urging him to move. Mechanically, Shen Qingqiu lifts himself slightly, attempting to copy what Liu Qingge had done.
Who was bigger? Yue Qingyuan or Liu Qingge? He couldn't quite tell. When he sinks down again, his body makes an obscene squelching sound--the lubricant and spend dripping from him.
"Are you really going to make me do all the work?" Shen Qingqiu says, sneering down at Yue Qingyuan's wide-eyed expression.
"Xiao Jiu... Xiao Jiu..." Yue Qingyuan pants against his lips, almost helpless.
Shen Qingqiu sneers and takes Yue Qingyuan by the chin. He stills within Yue Qingyuan's lap. "How many times must I tell you not to call me that?" he asks, forcing Yue Qingyuan to meet his gaze.
"Qingqiu," Yue Qingyuan says, and this time he actually whimpers.
And then Yue Qingyuan grows terribly flushed, his cock softening within him.
Shen Qingqiu sighs. Why had he ever wanted to rely on Yue Qingyuan?
He looks to Liu Qingge again, but Liu Qingge doesn't look back. He's not aroused yet.
Shen Qingqiu sighs again. What a burden this ritual is turning out to be.
He goes to Mobei-Jun then, settling himself in the demon's lap. Mobei-Jun is cold to the touch, but it is not unpleasant. His cold touch soothes the burning of Shen Qingqiu's skin.
Mobei-Jun is large--and the strange, demonic properties of his cock can certaintly be felt as Shen Qingqiu bears down.
"Shizun," Luo Binghe whines, voice gone breathy. He is entirely ignoring the purpose of the ritual, so lost in his own pleasure. "This disciple is begining to think that Shizun does not favor me at all."
Shen Qingqiu does not respond to this.
Mobei-Jun slips his hands beneath Shen Qingqiu's robe, loosening it and slipping it from his shoulders.
"Stop!" Shen Qingqiu yelps, alarmed by that motion. They were here for the ritual. Full nudity was certainly not required for something like sex.
"Why?" Mobei-Jun asks, not affected in the slightest. He leans forwards and blows cold air onto Shen Qingqiu's nipple. He teases him, licking and making obnoxious noises and Shen Qingqiu, to his alarm, learns just how sensitive his chest can be.
When Shen Qingqiu lets out a cry, Mobei-Jun draws away.
Impassively, he says, "This too can bring pleasure."
Shen Qingqiu shivers, drawing his robe right back up onto his shoulders, from where it had pooled around his elbows. But it is too late. Even in the halfdark of the caves, all of the scars on his back were visible, even if just for a moment.
For a moment, it is impossible to think of anything other than shame.
Mobei-Jun comes upon him then, lifting him easily and shifting their positions, so that Shen Qingqiu lies on the ground. Mobei-Jun looms over him, the dark curtain of his hair slipping down bare shoulders.
Very quietly, Mobei-Jun says, "I will give you pleasure. Moreso than your human companions."
Shen Qingqiu does not balk, though this is a near thing.
Liu Qingge balks audibly from his corner, but he's easy to ignore.
Mobei-Jun folds him over, pressing Shen Qingqiu's legs against his chest, and thrusts fiercely. Aggressively. Powerfully.
His thoughts are replaced by the slap of skin on skin.
Shen Qingqiu moans brokenly. When he comes, it's a surprise to himself. But Mobei-Jun doesn't stop. He teases him while he's lost in a too sensitive haze, leaving marks across Shen Qingqiu's throat, along his collarbones, down, down, down.
When Shen Qingqiu comes again, he sees stars.
He lies there for a moment, catching his breath. All of him is shaking.
"Is that enough, Mu-shidi?" Shen Qingqiu asks, sounding terribly hoarse.
Mu Qingfang does not reply for a moment. He remains, seated serenely, in the Lingxi Caves, as though he is not bearing witness to the profound debauchery. But when Mu Qingfang does reply, he does not bring good news. "Not yet, Shen-shixiong," he says. "You need to take in more yang energy."
Shen Qingqiu grumbles beneath his breath. When he stands, his legs very nearly give out.
What would happen when his legs gave up on him?
"Shizun," Luo Binghe says, voice rough and ragged, as though he'd been the one that was fucked to oblivion instead of Shen Qingqiu. "Is it my turn yet? This filial disciple promises that you'd enjoy it."
"What filial disciple?" Shen Qingqiu snaps. It comes out weakly.
Luo Binghe acts out then. He stands, so very naked, having abandoned his robes and meets Shen Qingqiu halfway. His large hands paw at Shen Qingqiu, lifting him up and holding him close.
Shen Qingqiu does not squawk. He wraps his arms and legs around the demon so that Luo Binghe would not have his fun by dropping him.
"See," Luo Binghe says cheekily enough. "You're already clinging to me." He hefts Shen Qingqiu, much like he weighs nothing at all.
And Shen Qingqiu shamefully, terribly, awfully likes being held in such a manner.
Luo Binghe fucks him while still standing, treating Shen Qingqiu as little more than a toy. But Shen Qingqiu cannot think to protest being treated in such a matter. He cannot think at all, stretched so very full by Luo Binghe's monstrous cock.
Luo Binghe is rough and quick, treating him in a matter he would not treat any of his wives.
Shen Qingqiu lets out a litany of moans, unable to even cover his mouth to hide such a shameful display. His toes curl within his shoes and he wraps his legs tighter around Luo Binghe, wanting more.
Shen Qingqiu comes embarassing quickly, nearly sobbing from pleasure.
"There," Luo Binghe says teasingly. "Who knew that all Shizun required to be good and kindly was a cock up his ass."
"S-shut up," Shen Qingqiu says without any heat. He's panting softly, once again, feeling used in an extraordinary matter.
Luo Binghe lies him down on his own discarded robe while they are still connected.
That's right, isn't it? Luo Binghe hadn't come yet.
Luo Binghe throws Shen Qingqiu's legs over his shoulders, rocking into him slowly, punishingly. He leans forwards and begins marking him, much like Mobei-Jun had, only with more teeth somehow. The marks he leaves behind are vivid and bloody, like he is trying to eat Shen Qingqiu alive.
Shen Qingqiu flinches when Luo Binghe goes too far and tangles a hand in the mass of Luo Binghe's hair. He tugs his head backwards, away from abused skin.
"Beast," Shen Qingqiu says.
Luo Binghe smiles far too kindly at that. "Oooh," he moans lowly.
Luo Binghe had come.
Luo Binghe had come when Shen Qingqiu tugged on his hair.
"Masochist," Shen Qingqiu hisses, confused and alarmed. He lets go of Luo Binghe's hair, as though burned.
"Don't you like it that way?" Luo Binghe withdraws from Shen Qingqiu, leaving him so very empty.
He can feel himself gape, he can feel himself want to be filled again.
He shudders something terrible.
Roughly, Luo Binghe moves him, until he is on his hands and knees. And then Luo Binghe reenters him, holding his hips closely.
"Isn't this good?" Luo Binghe teases.
All Shen Qingqiu can do is moan brokenly as Luo Binghe fucks him stupid.
His arms tremble and tremble and then they give up entirely.
Yue Qingyuan makes a strange sort of noise when Shen Qingqiu's upper body collapses against the cave floor. He lifts his head, dazedly staring at Yue Qingyuan's worried face.
But he's fine. He is fine.
Luo Binghe knows what he's doing, at the very least.
Well, he should. With a harem of a thousand beauties--
Luo Binghe wraps a hand around his throat and pins his head down, against the ground. "Shizun," Luo Binghe says, daring to sound disappointed. "Are you actually looking at another man when I fuck you?"
"A-aah... Ah.... Ahh."
Luo Binghe slows his thrusts, grinding into him ever so slowly, putting pressure against his prostate with each movement.
Shen Qingqiu cannot form words. Even thoughts have flown out of his mind. He weeps from how full he is, how good this feels, his shoulders shaking, his legs weak.
When he releases, he dirties Luo Binghe's discarded clothing beneath him.
He doesn't even have the energy to take victory in that petty revenge.
Shen Qingqiu doesn't move for a long time, so long so that he quite nearly falls asleep right then and there, barely clothed in a cave.
"Shen-shixiong," Mu Qingfang says, sounding alarmed. "We're so close to completing the ritual. Just a little more--"
"Shizun," Luo Binghe says, prodding his ass. "Should I go again?"
Shen Qingqiu shakes his head, not trusting his mouth. He wants Yue Qingyuan. He wants Yue Qi. He wants Qi-ge. But both times he had trusted Yue Qingyuan with this, Yue Qingyuan didn't really do much for him.
He doesn't trust himself to stand. All of him feels weak and fluttery--which is absolutely ridiculous!
"Qi-ge," Shen Qingqiu says hoarsely.
Yue Qingyuan comes to him and picks him up, holding him close. Shen Qingqiu rests for a moment, leaning his head against Yue Qingyuan's chest.
"Don't fall asleep just yet," Yue Qingyuan says softly, tucking a strange of his hair behind his ear. He wipes dried tears from Shen Qingqiu's face.
"Mm," Shen Qingqiu says eloquently in reply.
"Yue-shibo," Luo Binghe says, "you've failed to pleasure Shen Qingqiu even once. Do you really think you'd be able to see the ritual through?"
"Shut up," Liu Qingge barks. "You've got nothing good to say, demon."
"Apologies, Liu-shishu," he says, still so infuriatingly sweet. "But if you had to ask Shen Qingqiu who was best, he'd have to answer me."
"This is not a competition," Mu Qingfang says evenly.
"Hmmm? No, I suppose not." Luo Binghe's crimson eyes are burning. "But this lord could see how intently you watched."
Mu Qingfang is silent then, face all red. He looks terribly bullied.
Yue Qingyuan sits down gingerly, settling Shen Qingqiu in his lap. He breaches him terribly slowly, as though he is afraid of hurting Shen Qingqiu, but Shen Qingqiu is loose and sloppy and aching to be filled yet again. Yue Qingyuan is too slow, and Shen Qingqiu wants more, but he is so tired!
"What's wrong, Xiao Jiu?" Yue Qingyuan asks, hands so very gentle on his hips when Shen Qingqiu wants him to do nothing more than rail him until he couldn't think.
Shen Qingqiu shakes his head, tears beading at the corners of his eyes. "Not enough," he says quietly.
Luo Binghe laughs. "Is Yue-shibo too small for Shen Qingqiu's taste?"
Even Mobei-Jun lets out an amused huff of breath then.
"Impudent," Liu Qingge hisses at the demons, growing more and more flushed with rage. If the Bai Zhan War God decided now was the proper time to fight both Luo Binghe and Mobei-Jun, then they would never finish the ritual.
Then Liu Qingge surprises him. He drops the argument, and instead goes to Yue Qingyuan's side.
"Lie down, Zhangmen-shixiong," Liu Qingge says, hot hands ghosting over Shen Qingqiu's shoulders.
Yue Qingyuan takes instruction well, lying down and staying down, staring up with wide eyes as Liu Qingge rids Shen Qingqiu of his sweaty, now stained robe.
Before Shen Qingqiu can protest, Liu Qingge's mouth is open his nape, leaving marks on pale skin. Liu Qingge's hands trace up his sides, teasing him as he climbs higher.
Liu Qingge thumbs his nipples as he licks fat stripes against his neck.
"You're still so sensitive," Liu Qingge remarks.
Shen Qingqiu lets out an embarassing hitch of breath as a response.
Liu Qingge presses him forwards, so that he leans over the blushing, sweating Yue Qingyuan. Then Liu Qingge reaches for Shen Qingqiu's chrysanthemum, pressing a finger in, alongside Yue Qingyuan's cock.
"Loose," Liu Qingge says, but he sounds like he approves. "Hungry."
Liu Qingge opens the jar of lubricant that Mu Qingfang had so helpfully given him, and just about pours half of it out on his own cock. He enters Shen Qingqiu slowly, his own cock gliding against Yue Qingyuan's.
Shen Qingqiu shivers, hands flexing against Yue Qingyuan's chest, his nails leaving marks.
"There," Liu Qingge says. He reaches around Shen Qingqiu's narrow waist and splays a hand against his belly, feeling the bulge of Yue Qingyuan and himself through flesh. "Is that enough now?"
Feverishly, Shen Qingqiu nods, tears spilling down his cheeks. He's babbling, he's aware that he's babbling, but he cannot stop.
"Never enough," he says feverishly, bouncing in Yue Qingyuan's lap.
Yue Qingyuan's fingers trace along Shen Qingqiu's thighs, still so afraid to touch. "You'll have everything you could ever want," Yue Qingyuan tells him, which is a lie, but Shen Qingqiu doesn't care.
Liu Qingge is rougher, more tactile, his chest pressed up against Shen Qingqiu's back. And he is so very warm.
Shen Qingqiu comes then, and again. He is boneless, he is still, resting fully against Yue Qingyuan, clinging to him like they were children again.
But the elixir Mu Qingfang gave him is annoyingly effective and Shen Qingqiu weeps again from his need.
The others come upon him too, until they are a blur of hands and tongue and cocks, all set upon granting him pleasure. It's too much, it's too much! He cannot even move, cannot even come, his body all wrung out.
"That's enough," Mu Qingfang says softly. "It's done."
The formation is glowing brightly all around them, feeding off of Shen Qingqiu, off of the yang energy within his body.
Shen Qingqiu slumps with relief. He notices that he's drooling, but cannot even muster the strength to wipe his face. Soon, he drifts off to sleep, unable to feel the realms become separated once more.
Shen Qingqiu wakes up some untold amount of time later. He attempts to sit up, but all of him ceases up at the motion. His waist is very, very sore.
"Ah, careful, Xiao Jiu." Yue Qingyuan rushes to his side and aids him in sitting up, leaning against a mound of soft pillows. "Mu-shidi said that you would likely be sore and exhausted."
Shen Qingqiu snorts in response. He looks around carefully. He is in his bamboo hut. What else did he expect?
"What happened?" Shen Qingqiu says.
"Ah... The ritual was successful," Yue Qingyuan says diplomatically, not quite looking at Shen Qingqiu.
Shen Qingqiu snorts. He should have expected this. Yue Qingyuan volunteered to participate because he had wanted to help separate the realms, of course, not because any part of him wanted Shen Qingqiu. How stupid of him to believe otherwise.
"Mu-shidi is preparing medicinal herbs to ease the soreness and to help you replenish your energy," Yue Qingyuan tells him, keeping his hands to himself.
Shen Qingqiu pouts.
"Shizun," calls an all too annoying voice. "This lord has made congee especially for you. You should be grateful." Luo Binghe enters the room, looking slightly harried, holding a tray laden with food that Shen Qingqiu certaintly had not asked for.
Liu Qingge is at his side, equally harried and disheaveled. Liu Qingge carries a tray with a pot of tea and a single tea cup balanced on top. Not very subtly at all, Liu Qingge hipchecks Luo Binghe. Miraculously, no congee or tea is spilled.
Shen Qingqiu blinks foggily. Just what is going on here?
Mu Qingfang enters the already much too crowded room, holding a bowl of bitter medicine. "Shen-shixiong," he says, a little too delighted. "You've woken."
But, before Shen Qingqiu could ask the only other sensible man in the room just what is the matter, Mobei-Jun also finds his way into the bamboo hut, looking as though he belonged there.
"Scram! Scram!" Shen Qingqiu shouts, chasing all of the others out of his home, throwing the nearest fan he could find at Luo Binghe's head.
Then and only then, there is peace.
(And delicious congee and incredibly sweet tea.)