wine spilling down her face and her chin as she pours the rest down her throat, giggles unceasing, her chest heaving, and he licks his lips, splaying her legs to reach between her thighs - she is already wet, that he already knew, and he absently wonders how arousing inebriation

is for her, how much drunkenness loosens her. He runs his fingers against the plump flesh around her cunt, parting the lips to see her slick drip and glimmer against the light, then finally pressing his tongue against her folds to lap and lick, hearing her delighted cry.

"Lan Huan, you're hungry?" She moans as his hands grip her thighs, keeping them - and her - in place. "I'm starving," He purrs, pushing his tongue deeper into her, against her tightness to feel her thighs tremble around him, and as he swirls his tongue around her clit his fingers

slip inside her, two at a time - stretching her already, and she whines at that - "too fast, Lan Huan-" "Oh, but I know you can take it," He insists, fingertips massaging her inner walls as he takes away the stimulation from her clit, and admires the way she clutches onto him,

pretty pink hole fluttering around his fingers. He adds another, watching her chest heave and thighs open even further to spread herself open in accommodation, and he is barely drunk but might as well be, drunk on power as he wonders just how far he can push a loose, relaxed,

drunken A-Cheng? Already the three fingers slide into her easily, his heart gasping out a "Haahh-" as he curls the middle of the three fingers, crooking against where he knows she is sensitive, and when he pulls them out with a little more force than usual, the parts where his

digits meet air are already coated with her slick. "Nngh-" Her mouth falls open as he forces them in again, stretching her faster and more harshly than he normally would, as the sight of Wanyin undressed and spread out on the table, robes only clinging to her arms, is sending

far too much blood to his cock, robbing him of rationality when he finally gives in and stops touching her, A-Cheng whining at the loss of touch when he undoes his robes and grips his erect member to rub it against her sopping cunt - "Do you think you can take me, A-Cheng?" He

asks, his own cheeks blazing hot as he drinks in her already debauched state, the way she nibbles her lips when he nudges her clit with his cock and keeps teasing her there with long, languid movements - "Of course I can!" She declares, "Hurry up, Lan Huan!" she says impatiently,

which only makes him chuckle and drag it out even longer, continuing to rub against her as she jerks in impatience and raises her hips - trying to catch the head of his cock against her cunt, nearly doing so, trying to impale herself on his cock, and he grins - "still so naughty"

"A-Cheng needs to be punished," He declares, to her peevish expression at being denied what she wants.

Never will it be said that Lan Xichen doesn't spoil the people he loves. "I hope you can handle what I give you, A-Cheng," he says and straightens, hands bracing her thighs,

as he pulls back and - lining himself up with her cunt - thrusts all the way in, moaning in bliss himself at the warmth that sheaths his cock and the shriek that he elicits from her, her walls bearing down on him and tightening at the sudden intrusion.

He pushes harder, watching the way the rim of her cunt bulges to take all of him in, how her hands fly to clasp together at her chest and her breasts heave at the thrust. She tries to kick him - and he grabs her hips to pull her closer to him, pull her deeper on her cock,

and she gasps - "that hurt-" whining, "You're so meeean, Zewu-jun-"

"You deserve it, A-Cheng." He says, voice calm, because it feels right - She has denied him so long, and now he will take what he wants, what is a little pain to their lifelong bliss?

With one swift motion, he undoes his forehead ribbon and lifts her hand to tie it around - "You're mine, A-Cheng," He proclaims to her staring. He begins to move - holding her in place with his hands digging into her hips as he fucks her, and her entire body jerks against the

surface of the table with each thrust, noises of hers filling the pavilion, sweet sounds of "Ahh-!" "Hngh-" "Nnnh!" and of course, the syllables of his name and titles wrapped around her mouth - "A - Ah - A-H-Huan...Xichen- Zewu-jun-" as he replies with "A-Cheng-"

The slap of skin on skin fills the room as he rocks his hips into her, her robes bunched up around her shoulders and disheveled hair, the cloth trapped between the table and her body when he dragged her forward. This is not their first, not their sweet, hesitant virgin coupling

where they nervously explored each other's bodies for the first time, and neither will it be the last, if Xichen has anything to do about it, but it is the most charged, taking her bare, knowing how their lives will be entwined after tonight as he drags his cock along her walls,

makes her tremble and arch her back as he rubs up against her just the way he knows she likes it, pulling her legs up so her feet dangle off his shoulders and she clamps down around him, earning him a sharp hiss from her as her tight heat grows even tighter,

yet helpless but to mold around his length as he keeps thrusting. His sweet little lotus. So beautiful like this, hair covering her shoulders and biting on her lip, "nnh, too fast-!" as she clenches and shakes around his cock. "You were being naughty, so this is your punishment,'

he says sunnily, his brutal pace never letting up as she pants and mewls "Huan-ge - this isn't like you-" whining yet throwing her head back, losing herself to the sensations while he strokes her taut belly affectionately and daydreams, buried inside her wet cunt.

"This is exactly who I am," he says, pure satisfaction at having her like this, at pushing her legs just a bit further, slamming into her hard enough to make her whimper, fucking up into her to make her gasp. She squeezes her eyes shut, face unendingly flushed as slick drips out

of her impaled pussy, breasts jerking with each thrust and he can feel her, can feel the way her walls start to clench down on him rhythmically, can feel how she starts to climb her peak when she opens teary eyes and her mouth falls open, pleasure forced onto her through the

relentless assault "I'm close, I-!" She whimpers, her body pure submission as she takes the fucking and takes it gleefully, willingly, so that her cunt can be fucked to completion, hands gripping her robes in fists as her entire body tenses and her walls start to convulse around

him - "Zewu-jun-!" She cries out, "Aah-!" Her pussy milking his cock stuffed inside her as she rides off the table briefly at the euphoria washing through her, jerking and shaking and he moaned through how well she was squeezing him, a lazy smile on his face - "good girl, A-Cheng

"you're so good for me-" and she mewls, one last squeeze of ecstasy from the praise she craves to hear from him - and she shrieks when he keeps going, keeps using her sensitive cunt, because he hasn't cum yet, and now she's so slippery and loose and lovely.

"nngh - haahh- Y-You're insatiable, Lan Huan-" she whines, shoulders trembling and thighs jerking as he fucks her oversensitized body, and he feels a smile spread over his face.

"I'll show you insatiable, my heart."

He feels a deep rush of satisfaction when he finally comes inside her, his lovely lotus far too pleasured to give it any mind, only moaning at the splash of warmth within. Xichen withdraws to see his cum drip out of her, once again stroking her belly and dreaming it swollen.

Everything he's done, he's done it with the utmost care and diligence. This is no different. He's hard nearly immediately, flipping her around so her breasts are pressed against the table and her plump ass faces him, spreading her dangling legs to part the cum-stained, slick lips

of her cunt and sliding in again for yet another round of fucking once he's hard again. He won't ever forget her gasp as he shoved inside her again, wet and loose and perfect for him once more, how he fucked her against the table, one hand holding her head down as she writhed

"L-Lan Huan- - ahh! A-Already?! H-How- you're insane!" A-Cheng cries, whimpering at each slap of skin against skin and soon being incoherent with her noise garbled at how harsh and fast he was breeding her.

"Nngh-nnnnnnnh!" She wailed, high and thin as he gathered her close to him and her back into a high arch as he fucked directly into the spot she liked so much, rutting to her in the closest he had ever felt to being an animal, simply taking what he wanted from her, and hoping

his seed would take inside her. She came again with a scream, loud gasping cries as slick gushed out of her and dripped down their thighs, and he thrust as deep as he could into her, nails digging into her waist when he spent his seed inside her, watching in satisfaction as

his white seed dripped out of her. At the end, she lay on the table exhausted and savaged, hair disheveled, clothes falling off her, covered in bruises and claw marks as slick and cum dripped from her puffy cunt. "Ah- A-Huan-" A-Cheng murmured, disoriented and unfocused, and he

gathered her into his arms, pressing kisses and humming a soft melody to encourage sleep.

This is what he knows about the contraceptive tea - it must be brewed and drank as soon as possible after intercourse, the faster the better, to prevent the seed from taking, and now that

A-Cheng has drifted away to sleep in his arms, he takes her to be cleaned them lies with her in the same bed, arms lazily wrapped around her (Jiang Cheng had complained before that his arm strength was impossible to break through, and so now she would lie securely in his grasp.

The next day she wakes up none the wiser, grumpily muttering "you're an absolute beast" and "you're never getting drunk again" when she tries to move and winces, stumbling, and he takes pride at how well he's fucked her into having difficulty walking.

He distracts her as much as he can, pulling her into the bathroom where he serenely smiles at her as he spreads the lips of her cunt and slides fingers inside her, enjoying the way she trembles when his cum dribbles out of her, hand digging into her hip when she tries to push him

away and holding her still, A-Cheng muttering "don't be gross, A-Huan, I can clean myself!"

As their naked bodies press together in the heated water he thinks about filling her up again, about attempting yet another shot - it never hurts to be sure. But when his hands dive

between her legs, she slaps him lightly on the arm and moves away. "You're really insatiable, A-Huan. So many times yesterday and yet you still want more."

"Ah, really?" He tries, beaming at her. "I know we made love last night, but was it really-"

"You don't remember?" She

says, cheeks blushing pink, and he feigns a guilty expression.

Jiang Cheng sighs. "You're not getting drunk any time soon." She rolls her eyes, and he watches droplets roll down her collarbone and down her breasts into the water.

If he does not speak, then he cannot lie.

She sends for the contraceptive tea, but it should not work, and if it does - he would happily repeat the entire process again.

Soon his lotus flower grows sick, face green with the effort to hold back her nausea. He holds her in his arms at her irritability, and she sighs

at his affection, muttering "I'm sorry, I just- haven't been feeling well," she says, smoothing down her collar and surreptitiously running her hands over her breasts, which is where the discomfort must originate from. Hands clapped over her mouth and meals sent away for

upsetting her now delicate sensibilities, smells and foods she loathes and makes her throw up. "I'll call for the physician," Xichen states, said individual checking her pulse and her meridians to greet her with an expression of surprise and congratulations - "Sect Leader Jiang,"

"You are with child."

Her eyes widen and cheeks pale, as Xichen takes her hands gently, watching her reaction. "I- oh, shit" she mindlessly curses, hand unconsciously hovering over her flat stomach. "A-Cheng..." he murmurs, curling his fingers around her free hand, letting her

see all the joy and sincerity he feels. His seed has quickened in her womb, and he couldn't be happier. "A-Cheng, we're going to have a child." Xichen says gently, encouragingly, and her expression softens even with brows furrowed in worry.

There are ways of removing a pregnancy, that he knows. But his lotus is not that cruel. Her gaze is troubled and calculating but never hateful, and she knows he loves her. That he has never let her forget. So when he presents her with the proposal for the final time, telling her

"let me take responsibility for you and our baby, sweetheart," all she does is sigh and finally accept, his emotions soaring as he steps forward to chastely kiss her on the cheek.

"Pervert, we've done more than that." She scoffs, pecking his lips in response.

Xichen never tires of gliding his hands along her belly as it swells bigger with time. How could he, when his unborn child sleeps within, proof of her heart and body belonging to him, and now this child which will tie them together in matrimony in the eyes of the mortal world?

"My darling wife," he says, holding her close as she retorts "not yet," but what does not change is the inevitable, what does not change is his possession of his love, what does not change is that she is his, now and forever.

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