Tales of demonic cultivators existed in mass, even with the Four Major Sects guarding the lands. Most were just misplaced rumors and the occasional surplus in ghouls, however a quaint village in the Gusu Lan Sect's territory had been plagued for the better end of a year with increasing disappearances on the outskirts of their small town. What was worrisome were the occasional survivors ranting about the use of a flute to control the ghouls.
Concerned at the thought of a demonic cultivator using musical cultivation to control the dead, Lan Wangji, the venerated HanGuang-Jun, said by many to have spent all 40 years of his life doing righteous acts, went night-hunting in said town.
It was easy enough to collect information from the local villages, about how the ghouls were often seen on the outskirts of the village, accompanied by a haunting flute melody.
When the sun set, Lan Wangji walked calmly down one of the paths leading deeper into the forest. It wasn't long before he heard the sound of a flute trilling in the night air, a swarm of ghouls descending upon him.
While they were surprisingly numerous, they were still simple ghouls. While non-cultivators would certainly struggle and even die if they couldn't escape in time, for an experienced cultivator they were of little concern. However, despite the numerous ghouls, Lan Wangji could sense no killing intent, the ghouls themselves not bothering to lunge for any of his vital points.
It was uncharacteristic for most demonic cultivators, who preferred killing in the most sadistic ways. After a moment's decision, Lan Wangji lowered Bichen just a fraction, and the ghouls lunged.
He fell under the wave of ghouls, his brow furrowing as ghouls pinned him under their bulk rather than attempting to rip him to pieces. It would hardly be difficult to break free, but rather than make an attempt, he waited. Soon enough, the soft sound of footsteps appeared.
"Oh no, are you okay, Yeye?" A sickly sweet voice called out. Lan Wangji looked up as the wave of ghouls parted, a swarm of them pinning each limb.
A slight, thin figure dressed in red and black strode into view from the treeline. In the moonlight their fair features were easier to make out. Long, dark hair spilled down over with soft curls. Silver eyes were ringed with full lashes, and ruby red lips pouted teasingly as the cultivator stepped closer. Their feet were bare, covered in a thin film of dirt, the ends of their robe dragging through the soil. Despite the fact that they were clearly no older than sixteen, the ghouls looked to the cultivator obediently.
"What's wrong, Yeye? You look shocked! Surprised to see a demonic cultivator as young as me?" They asked, circling Lan Wangji curiously. "Or maybe you're like all the other old men that come here hoping to do terrible things to poor old me?" The cultivator asked, kneeling down next to Lan Wangji's head. Lan Wangji's brow furrowed at his words.
"I came here searching for a demonic cultivator responsible for creating an army of ghouls." He said in response.
"An army?" The cultivator giggled, clutching at their sides. "You revive a small group and suddenly it's an army? People really will tell stories to anyone, won't they?" The cultivator leaned closer, offering Lan Wangji a sweet smile. "Wei Ying never wanted to raise an army, only to keep a few friends near for protection. After all, it'd be terrible for something bad to happen to Wei Ying at the hands of all the brutes that travel at night, mm?" He reached out to stroke a finger along the long straight line of Lan Wangji's nose. "Yeye agrees, right? That Wei Ying is too young for wandering around at night?"
"Wei Ying should not practice demonic cultivation, it can harm the body and mind. Wei Ying should practice cultivation with a Sect if he wants protection," Lan Wangji answered calmly, unfazed by how bold the teen was.
"Yeye, such old-fashioned thinking! Should Wei Ying just spend his life reading dusty scrolls and meditating? So boring!" Wei Ying protested, "and such a waste of talent! Look how good I am!" He gestured to the obedient ghouls pinning Lan Wangji down.
"There is a reason demonic cultivators spend their lives alone," Lan Wangji replied coolly. A muscle worked in the corner of Wei Ying's mouth, the young boy settling back on his heels and glancing at the swarm of ghouls.
"Yeye has a point, but the living are liars, after all, Yeye was told he'd find a big scary undead army, didn't he? The dead can't lie." he said, waving his fingers dainty in the air. Lan Wangji grunted when the swarm shifted, a few ghouls taking a moment to begin shredding open the front of his robes. "How do I know that Yeye isn't lying himself? What if Yeye is just another bad man trying to hurt Wei Ying?" He asked suspiciously, the ghouls quickly searching Lan Wangji's body for any hidden weapons. Wei Ying tilted his head, watching curiously as bare skin and muscle were revealed. He paused, before reaching out to stroke a hand along Lan Wangji's bare chest, a small flush to his cheeks.
"If Wei Ying is trying to scare me, it'll take more than shy touches," Lan Wangji answered lowly, his voice barely a growl. Wei Ying huffed, tucking a wave of hair behind his ear, flicking his hand sharply. A tug from the ghouls and the front of his pants. Lan Wangji's manhood was bared to the air, surely in an attempt to embarrass him, however the cultivator didn't react. Rather it was Wei Ying who flinched back in a mix of shock and confusion. Even flaccid, Lan Wangji's cock was massive, practically the length and width of his forearm.
"Ye…Yeye is some sort of pervert!" Wei Ying said, looking away from between Lan Wangji's legs. "Some noble cultivator…what a liar!" he insisted nervously, rising to his feet and pacing around Lan Wangji's bare form.
"Wei Ying is the one who is a liar, acting in such a way when his desires are clearly different," Lan Wangji replied coolly. Wei Ying shot him a glare, his cheeks crimson in embarrassment.
"I should have my ghouls rip you apart!" he declared angrily, a ripple of activity through the swarm. "All you use that tongue for is lying and insulting!" Wei Ying declared, stepping next to Lan Wangji's head. A slender foot pressed against Lan Wangji's cheek, leaving a smear of dirt. "That suits you better, Yeye is just another dirty old man!"
"And Wei Ying is just another immature child," Lan Wangji answered. Wei Ying growled in annoyance.
"I am not a child! I am more mature than Yeye!"
"If seeing another man's cock is so embarrassing, then clearly Wei Ying isn't as mature as he thinks."
"Quiet!" he snapped, pacing around Lan Wangji's head. he'd seen pictures of lewd activities before, swiped off the bodies of torn apart criminals during the night. One in particular came to mind, that would both humiliate Lan Wangji and keep him in place. Wei Ying tugged open his robes, a hand tugging away the scrap of cloth used to protect his modesty. He turned until his feet were straddling Lan Wangji's head, his knees resting on his pinned shoulders. The older man's golden eyes narrowed when he realized what he was planning.
Above him was Wei Ying, his pussy bare for Lan Wangji's gaze, the only thing protecting it was the soft whirl of dark hair. The small, soft lips were closed shut, forbidding Lan Wangji from seeing anything else.
Wei Ying sank to his knees, resting his sex dangerously close to Lan Wangji's face. "Wei Ying is very mature, aren't I, Yeye? I bet Yeye hasn't seen this position bef-"
Wei Ying shrieked in surprise when a tongue dragged against the lips of his pussy hungrily. What was this perverted old man doing?! People peed from there, and he was running his tongue over it like some dog! Wei Ying yanked his hips away, trying to crawl off Lan Wangji's body, stunned by the cultivator's actions.
A strong arm clamped down across his thighs, and Wei Ying stared as the swarm of ghouls originally holding down one of the cultivators arms fell apart in ribbons. The moonlight caught a flicker of guqin strings in the air, before they descended on the rest of the swarm.
"W-what-" he gasped, crying out when Lan Wangji's tongue dragged against his hole wetly. "Stop, stop it, Yeye!" he said, yelling out when Lan Wangji ignored his request. One hand went to the man's chest, scratching sharp lines into the pale skin. The other went to grab at his hair trying to tug his mouth away.
Even worse, Lan Wangji had yet to pause in his actions, his tongue diving between those shy lips and lapping at Wei Ying's clit. Wei Ying jolted in shock at how sensitive that part of him was, a noise of confusion escaping him. Lan Wangji seemed enamored with the small nub, licking at it until Wei Ying was squirming in embarrassment, trying to yank away the arm pinning him against Lan Wangji's face.
"Let go! You crazy Yeye!" Wei Ying shouted, squeaking when Lan Wangji abruptly released him. He tumbled off Lan Wangji's body to fall onto his back, only for Lan Wangji to pin him down moment's later.
"Wei Ying should learn to address his elders properly," Lan Wangji said lowly, pulling off his forehead ribbon. Deft hands snagged Wei Ying's wrists, twisting the white fabric tightly around them.
"Yeye is a Yeye! A perverted Yeye, a terrible Yeye! You're terrible!" he yelled, kicking his legs angrily, glaring up at the cultivator with displeasure. "First, Yeye killed my companions, now Yeye is acting like a beast! Yeye is exactly the reason why Wei Ying started demonic cultivation in the first place! To protect Wei Ying from perverts like Yeye!"
"Is that so," Lan Wangji asked lowly.
"Yes!"
"Then I will be the reason Wei Ying quits."
"Eh?"
"If Wei Ying becomes my bride, then I will protect Wei Ying from others, no one will touch you," Lan Wangji said.
"What about you?!" Wei Ying yelled, kicking his feet in protest. Lan Wangji didn't answer, opting instead to rest the head of his cock against Wei Ying's entrance. "Nngh! Wait! Yeye!" Wei Ying protested, squealing when Lan Wangji began to sink his cock inside. It stung more than anything, burning and aching as Wei Ying felt his body shift under the sensation of being torn open like this. "P-please," he whined, "mercy, Yeye!"
"Wei Ying is surprisingly well-behaved when it comes to this," Lan Wangji noted lowly, his gaze full of heat. Wei Ying whimpered in protest, trying to shove the older man away with his bound hands.
"Y-you're splitting Wei Ying in half! You're killing Wei Ying!" he wailed, squirming in his arms as much as he could stand while being impaled.
"Settle," Lan Wangji ordered lowly, pressing Wei Ying down into damp earth. Wei Ying squirmed, grunting when Lan Wangji rolled his hips forward. "It's just the head." He insisted. Wei Ying froze in shock at his words.
"Let me go!" Wei Ying shrieked in response, his tone hysterical. "You're going to kill me! Help! Someon-" Wei Ying grunted when his lips sealed shut, his brow furrowing in confusion. Some sort of spell?
"Hush," Lan Wangji said, stroking his hands over his body. "You will grow used to this," he insisted, rocking his hips forward.
Even with the Silencing Spell, when Lan Wangji broke through the fragile barrier of his maidenhood, Wei Ying let out a shrill whine. Lan Wangji pulled his cock out to the head, taking in the streaks of blood coating the length. He sank his cock back inside, managing to fit nearly half of it this time before Wei Ying's body spasmed in protest, his legs thrashing around his waist.
"Wei Ying's pussy is so tight, so tiny, we need to train it properly," Lan Wangji explained, gripping his thighs tightly as he began to thrust his hips in a slow, steady rhythm. "Wei Ying will take my entire cock tonight, as is expected of him." Wei Ying stared up at him in disbelief, his silver eyes red with tears as he shook his head in protest.
His bound hands went to Lan Wangji's chest, trying to push him away, his hips squirming as Lan Wangji worked his cock inside his methodically, forcing him to take more and more with every thrust. Lan Wangji's thumb went to his clit, rubbing it soothingly when Wei Ying began to cry harder.
"Don't yell," he warned, before releasing the Silencing spell. Wei Ying gasped in a few breaths, staring up at Lan Wangji with wide eyes as he continued to fuck his way inside him properly.
"I-it won't fit," he whimpered, letting out a soft moan when Lan Wangji rolled his thumb across his clit in reward for his good behavior. "It's too big, ahn, it's…Wei Ying will break, please!"
"Wei Ying can take my cock, Wei Ying was created for this purpose," Lan Wangji replied lowly, possessively. "I was created to do this to Wei Ying, to provide for you, to sate your needs. Wei Ying's pussy is hungrily devouring more and more of me with every thrust, Wei Ying needs my cock in him."
"I…I don't," Wei Ying protested weakly, turning his face away from Lan Wangji, towards the treeline in an attempt to steady himself. Lan Wangji leaned in, pressing kisses against Wei Ying's neck, red marks blooming under his tongue and teeth.
"No more," Wei Ying moaned, whining when Lan Wangji pulled his limp body into the cage of his arms. "I'm tired, and sore, and-" he whined when Lan Wangji began to bounce him up and down on his cock. A lewd mess flowed from within him with every thrust, a mix of Lan Wangji's seed, his stolen innocence and his own slick dripping out of him.
"If Wei Ying is to come back as my bride, then Wei Ying needs to carry my child," Lan Wangji declared lowly. "The more we join our bodies the sooner Wei Ying will get pregnant."
"I don't want to be pregnant!" Wei Ying protested loudly, shaking his head.
"Wei Ying's womb wants a baby, your pussy tightened around me so well when I mentioned it," Lan Wangji declared, a thumb dipping down to rub rough circles on Wei Ying's clit. Wei Ying spasmed in response, moaning miserably as Lan Wangji overstimulated his sensitive skin.
Wei Ying shivered as Lan Wangji pressed a kiss to his cheek, his eyes fluttering shut.
Lan Wangji scooped up Wei Ying's limp form in his arms, taking a moment to bundle him in his robes until no bare skin could be seen. The walk back to the village was uneventful, now that the demonic cultivator plaguing the lands was taken care of.
If the innkeeper questioned the bundle Lan Wangji was carrying he didn't say it aloud, preparing a room with a bath and a single bed.
He washed the dirt and grime from Wei Ying's unconscious body with far more gentleness than he'd handled him earlier with, taking care to comb through his wild hair with sweet, lotus-scented oils and massaging every muscle until Wei Ying was as lax in his arms as a sated cat.
He dried the young cultivator off, dressing him in Lan white inner robes before settling him into bed. There was something about seeing the soft-faced boy wearing the thin sheer silk of his Sect's inner robes, the dark shadow of his nipples and the barely there dip between his thighs. Lan Wangji dragged a hand down Wei Ying's hip, earning a small whine. Silver eyes fluttered open briefly, Wei Ying sending Lan Wangji an unimpressed look before his eyes fluttered shut again.
After a moment he shot up in bed, looking around wildly.
"W-what-"
"Wei Ying should rest," Lan Wangji said simply. "The journey to the Cloud Recesses is long."
"Cloud Recesses? Journey? I'm not going anywhere! Where are my clothes?!" He asked sharply. Lan Wangji pulled out his qiankun bag, pulling a bundle of white and blue cloth out.
Wei Ying snatched the clothes away, unfolding them to reveal a cultivator's outfit in Gusu Lan colors. The tailored length of the robe matched Wei Ying's size suspiciously well.
"What is this? Where are my clothes?!"
"Wei Ying is holding them."
"I…this isn't…what?!" Wei Ying squawked when Lan Wangji leaned in closer. His cheeks went crimson when Lan Wangji pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"Wei Ying needs to wear my Sect's colors if he's going to be my bride," Lan Wangji explained simply.
"I'm-I'm not going to be your bride! I'm not going back to your boring Sect either!" Wei Ying fired back.
"Wei Ying will come along obediently, like a proper bride, or he will be punished." Lan Wangji warned.
"Punished?! Hah! So you'd hurt your bride just like that?" Wei Ying crowed, scooting away. "Yeye, you're terrible! I won't be your bride!"
"Who said anything about hurting Wei Ying?"
"You want to punish Wei Ying!"
"Wei Ying will enjoy his punishment just as much as I do," Lan Wangji promised lowly. Wei Ying paused, his brow furrowing in confusion before he realized what his words meant. He managed to stumble off the bed before Lan Wangji easily caught his wrist, tugging his back against him, his back flush with his broad chest. Deft hands ignored Wei Ying's nails as they slipped inside the flimsy robe he was wearing to squeeze at his small, tender breasts. Wei Ying squirmed, trying to get away, yelping when one hand tugged at his nipple. He managed to twist away far enough to get his feet on the floor, the change in position not slowing Lan Wangji in the slightest. Deft hands dipped between his legs, fingers rubbing into the wet heat there.
"No!" Wei Ying protested, rising onto his toes to try and escaping Lan Wangji's fingers fucking up into his pussy. His hands went to his sex, trying to cover himself, only for Lan Wangji to snag his hand. He intertwined their fingers, Wei Ying's smaller, thinner ones caught in his grip, before Lan Wangji forced Wei Ying's own fingers inside of his pussy along with his own. Wei Ying yelped, trying pull away, but Lan Wangji was strong, his grip unrelenting as he forced Wei Ying to fuck himself.
"Wei Ying will learn," Lan Wangji said hotly, "to greet his husband like this when he returns from his travels. Wei Ying's legs should be open, his pussy ready for my cock."
"No!" He whimpered, his knees shaking as he tried to squirm away.
"No?" Lan Wangji replied, "Wei Ying would not touch himself? Let his pussy get nice and tight for me to break open again and again?" He bit sharply at his ear. "Wei Ying is a slut for his husband ruining his hole?"
"N-no," Wei Ying sobbed, his pussy clamping down on their joined fingers, "I…I'm not!"
"Wei Ying's body tells me the truth," Lan Wangji replied lowly, pulling their fingers free with a wet sound. He turned to press Wei Ying down into the bed. "Then let your husband take care of you properly."
Wei Ying moaned in protest when Lan Wangji thrust his fingers back inside.
"Y-yeye, no-" he began, looking at Lan Wangji in utter confusion as the older man bent his head down towards his sex. "Y-yeye? Wha-" Wei Ying shrieked as Lan Zhan's lips wrapped around his clit, suckling hungrily. His hips jerked forward of his own volition, a strangled noise escaping him. Lan Wangji didn't pause, merely used his other arm to pin Wei Ying across his hips to keep him in place for his assault. Wei Ying trembled and cried in his grip, his voice cracking as his body twisted and shuddered in his arms. Lan Wangji only pulled his mouth off his young wife's clit when it was red and swollen, the gentlest of licks capable of reducing Wei Ying to begging.
"Y-Yeye, stop," Wei Ying choked out, trying to twist his hips away. "T-too much, please!" Lan Wangji obliged in that regard, but kept his fingers deep inside his wife's hungry pussy. Wei Ying wailed when Lan Wangji's fingers continued to fuck inside him roughly, the wet sounds escaping his soaked pussy echoing in the room.
Wei Ying moaned between every breath, trying to turn away from the cultivator. His pussy ached and burned, but also throbbed in time with his pulse. "Stop," he sobbed, trying to pull away, "Stop, it feels weird!"
"Weird?" Lan Wangji echoed lowly, refusing to stop his rough pace.
"Stop…I…I'm going to pee!" he sobbed, shaking his head in embarrassment. "Stop, Yeye!"
"Wei Ying will apologize properly, and agree to go to the Cloud Recesses as my bride." Lan Wangji stated firmly.
"Wei Ying is sorry! Wei Ying will go! Wei Ying will be your bride!" He yelled, digging his heels into the bed to escape the building pressure in his lower belly. "Stop! Please, mercy!"
Lan Wangji hummed in approval, before snapping his hand forward even faster, his fingers disappearing into Wei Ying's ruined hole. Wei Ying choked out a gasp, before his entire body seized, his back arching as he squirted all over Lan Wangji's hand in a display of total submission. His toes curled and his fingers clenched at the sheets, tugging them hard enough to tear. It was a gorgeous sight, one Lan Wangji intended to indulge in quite often in their new life together. He watched as Wei Ying recovered, silver eyes blinking open slowly in realization.
Wei Ying caught his breath, embarrassment and horror filling him for all of a moment before he yowled as Lan Wangji's fingers sank into his pussy hungrily without pause. Lan Wangji fucked him roughly, until Wei Ying's squeals of protest died down, his body slumping into the bed as he babbled hopelessly, twitching as he weakly protested. It was like Lan Wangji was never going to stop, not until he was satisfied, and there was nothing Wei Ying could do about it.
A part of him dreaded the thought, but another part of him felt a sort of relief in the knowledge that everything that was happening to him was out of his control, and by extension he didn't have to be responsible for anything. Lan Wangji had already decided he was his, and nothing he could do would change that.
Lan Wangji only pulled his fingers out when he felt Wei Ying's pussy spasm in another weak orgasm, the boy trembling underneath him, the fight drained from his body.
"Such a good wife," Lan Wangji praised, freeing his straining cock from his pants. He thrust inside Wei Ying's sweet pussy, the wet heat gripping at him tightly as Wei Ying twitched underneath him in response. "Wei Ying was made to be my bride," he declared, leaning forward to grip Wei Ying's chin with his soaked hand. Wei Ying looked up at him with dazed eyes, small gasps escaping him with every thrust of his hips. "Be good, call me 'zhangfu'."
"Zhangfu," Wei Ying managed weakly, whining when Lan Wangji leaned in to kiss him in reward.
"Good, lie back and take what your husband offers you," Lan Wangji said, letting Wei Ying go limp against the bed as he began to fuck into him with earnest. Wei Ying was a lovely sight below him, his face red with humiliation, wet with tears. his body was already blooming with the marks Lan Wangji had left on him. He dragged his hands down to his waist, lifting his hips so that he could thrust in properly, Wei Ying no longer fighting, only watching him with half-lidded eyes, teetering on the brink of unconsciousness.
His young body was probably exhausted by their actions, but Lan Wangji wasn't completely sure that Wei Ying would still be agreeable to coming to the Cloud Recesses with him once he properly recovered. Better to keep him weak and compliant until he got his back to the Jingshi, where he could work on properly breaking him in as his wife. If what Wei Ying had said was true, that other men had started to come after him for one reason or another, then there simply was no time to waste on a courtship. That could come after Wei Ying was already his.
After all, Lan Wangji had known for a while now that he would take this fiery cultivator as his own, had planned for it in advance, despite both his brother and uncle's reservations. Both of them would settle once Wei Ying was round with child, would ignore his difficulties to adapt to the Lan Sect's rules so long as Lan Wangji kept him bred. And he intended to, he thought darkly, stroking a possessive hand over Wei Ying's womb, settling his palm over where his seed would take. It was only expected of him as his husband.