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Shen Qingqiu first meets Shen Yuan due to a stupid mistake. It had seemed a simple enough mission, to go to some village where the residents had been complaining about seeing something running around there at night. It likely wasn’t even a demon, as no one had been attacked when they had ventured in to explore previously. An easy job, one that even the Sect Leader hadn’t been able to protest, despite his determination to coddle Shen Qingqiu as if he were an infant.

He isn’t entirely sure where he went wrong to end up in this situation, trussed up with vines. He has been dragged up into the air, held about five chi from the ground. His feet kick out underneath him, flailing uselessly in the empty air. The vines are squirming and writhing, slipping under the collar of his robes to wrap around his ribcage, the hair-thin spikes on the stems prodding uncomfortably against the bare flesh of his chest. He can feel that it’s doing something to his qi, dragging his spiritual energy through his meridians so that the plant can suck it up. Already he can feel that his qi is becoming unbalanced. ‘What a humiliating way to die’, he thinks to himself, imagining how his fellow Peak Lords will likely scoff and laugh at his misfortune, glad to be rid of him once and for all.

There’s a noise in the trees around him, and Shen Qingqiu lets out a low growl at the new potential threat, his ears pinning back and his lips curling up to show his sharp teeth. The vines tighten in response, causing him to let out a slight yelp. The movement stops for a moment.

“Hello?” A soft voice rings out.

Shen Qingqiu waits with bated breath to see who this individual might be. Perhaps they will be a foe, but maybe at least they will do him the mercy of a quick death, rather than having him suffer the humiliating fate of slowly being wrung dry of his spiritual energy like a damp cloth.

From between the trees, Shen Qingqiu catches sight of him. It’s a fawn hybrid, his hair right on the cusp between black and brown, tied up into a bun that leaves his neck and ears exposed. His soft brown ears twitch and flutter as he stares at Shen Qingqiu, his eyes widening. He’s only wearing two layers of robes, which while not unusual for fawns due to their increased sensitivity to pressure and heat, is certainly still improper. The shape of his chest is clearly exposed, the fabric curving around his small and perky breasts in a way that is infuriatingly seductive.

The fawn’s legs are left bare, showing the fine brown fur that covers his legs, the white spots on display there being enough to concretely mark him as a fawn, if his lack of antlers and small stature had not already betrayed him. Looking at this waifish creature, there is no way he reaches any higher than Shen Qingqiu’s shoulder. His hooves scuff against the ground as he carefully steps closer, his face turned up and his eyes trained on the vines wrapped around Shen Qingqiu’s body.

He seems to be referencing notes of some kind. Shen Qingqiu can’t fully make out what they say, due to a combination of his distance from the fawn and the man’s frankly abysmal calligraphy. He’s fumbling through a pouch at his side until he pulls out a bottle filled with liquid.

“Esteemed cultivator?” The young man calls out, keeping his voice low as if he is trying not to startle Shen Qingqiu. A ridiculous notion, that a predator like him would fear a little fawn.

“What.” Shen Qingqiu snaps out between gritted teeth, not trusting that the vines around him won’t take the opportunity to dive into his mouth while it is opened.

“You’ll want to close your eyes for this.” The fawn says.

Shen Qingqiu goes to respond, wanting to demand exactly who this person is, to think he has a right to order a Peak Lord around, but then the fawn raises the bottle he was holding and throws it at Shen Qingqiu’s bound body with all of his might. The bottle sails through the air in a high arc. It is only thanks to his cultivation level that Shen Qingqiu has enough time to react and turn his face away as the glass bottle sails through the air. His eyes squeeze shut and his ears flatten to his skull as the bottle smashes against his body. He dimly notes in the middle of the chaos that the bottle seems to break remarkably easily, as if the glass had been blown until it was very thin.

The liquid within it spills out, splashing against Shen Qingqiu’s form and soaking his robes clean through. He takes a moment to be thankful that he has a darker layer on underneath his topmost layer of pale green. He would rather not deal with this fawn claiming Shen Qingqiu has sullied his purity (not that the young man would have a leg to stand on, dressing as immodestly as he does). As the liquid hits the vines, there is a terrible shrieking noise that fills the air. An awful smell trickles into Shen Qingqiu’s nose, a combination of burning plant matter and the sour smell of acid. The vines pull away from his body, trying to escape from whatever they have just been splashed with.

Shen Qingqiu drops through the air as the vines loosen their hold on him, causing him to plummet to the ground. His eyes snap open in reaction, and he takes a moment to be glad that none of that liquid got onto his face. It isn’t burning his body, but he still doesn’t enjoy the idea of it getting into his eyes after experiencing how those vines reacted to it.

He watches the fawn dart forwards, his arms outstretching to grab Shen Qingqiu before he hits the ground. The young man lets out a heavy breath as Shen Qingqiu lands in his arms, but he doesn’t immediately collapse under the other man’s weight despite his frail appearance. He still quickly sets Shen Qingqiu down though, his arms already shaking a little from the strain.

Shen Qingqiu looks up to catch sight of the vines as they finish withering away. It’s hard to tell at this distance, but they look pockmarked, as if acid had splattered on them.

He wheels around to face the fawn. “What was that?” He snarls out, watching with a sense of gratification as this impudent little creature cowers slightly in submission.

“A potion to kill plants, Esteemed Cultivator.” The fawn answers quickly, his eyebrow twitching slightly as if in annoyance. “Tell me, do you question every person who saves you from a qi-leeching vine, or is that an honour exclusively reserved for this lowly one?” His eyes are fixed on Shen Qingqiu’s face. His irises are a dark black, looking like liquid glass as he refuses to bow his gaze in submission. He’s clearly fighting the urge to though, Shen Qingqiu notes with relish. He’s more than familiar with the way one looks when they are fighting against their instincts.

“Obviously it was a potion to kill plants, this one gathered that from when it killed those vines. What was it made of?” Shen Qingqiu demands.

“Perhaps this one will answer that when Esteemed Cultivator apologises for being so ungrateful to someone who surely just saved his life.” The fawn snaps back, posturing as if to headbutt Shen Qingqiu, despite lacking any antlers.

Shen Qingqiu grits his teeth, fighting the urge to just rip out this creature’s throat for his audacity. He restrains the desire as he recalls how annoying it is to remove blood from his robes. Besides, that infuriating little pup who Ming Fan offloads his laundry duty onto would surely be able to sniff out the scent of fawn blood on Shen Qingqiu’s robes. If the boy was smart, he’d surely report it to one of the other Peak Lords, and they’d hassle him over it because of their infuriating sense of morality when it comes to juvenile hybrids.

“This Esteemed Cultivator… apologises for his lack of gratitude. He thanks this one for saving him.” Shen Qingqiu grinds out, feeling that the concession pains him more than those vines had.

“Thanking Esteemed Cultivator!” The fawn chirrups out, looking far too smug for an individual who has only escaped death due to the fact that Shen Qingqiu would rather not deal with the hassle. Perhaps he was too stupid to understand the situation he was in. “To answer Esteemed Cultivator’s question, it was made by crushing up an ore and refining it, then combining that with qi-infused salt and water.”

“Where did this idea come from?” Shen Qingqiu enquires, his head tilting slightly.

“This one saw that salt works to kill ordinary plants, so he decided to test how affective it would be against spiritual ones.” The fawn responds readily enough, his eyes dropping to Shen Qingqiu’s chest. “Forgive this lowly one’s impudence, but does Esteemed Cultivator require assistance in healing the damage done from the qi-leeching vine?”

Shen Qingqiu drops his gaze to see what the fawn was looking at, and sees that with the collar of his robes pulled askew, the white flesh on his chest is somewhat exposed, showing the red irritation from where the vines had been wrapped around him. He’d rather tell the fawn to fuck off, not wanting to owe him anything further, but he knows he won’t be able to heal these injuries on his own, and he’d sooner owe some random person with seemingly no status a favour than owe it to Mu Qingfang.

“That would be appreciated.” Shen Qingqiu says grandly, trying not to give away how useful this act is to him.

“Okay! Let this lowly one just…” The fawn trails off, then places his pouch on the ground and turns his back on Shen Qingqiu in order to drop to his knees and rifle through it.

Shen Qingqiu is frozen in place by this display of idiocy. Does this little fool truly not understand what a stupid decision it is to turn his back on a predator? As he contemplates this, the fawn shifts his position, bringing his head down to peer into the sack closer, borderline presenting himself to Shen Qingqiu. He would almost suspect this as an attempt at seduction, if not for the fact that the fawn seems too dull for such a thing. His tail happily flicks behind him, causing his robes to sway slightly. The movement of the fabric creates a slight breeze that propels the ripe sweetness of the fawn’s cunt to Shen Qingqiu’s sensitive nose.

Does this fawn not know what a man like Shen Qingqiu could do to him? Has no one ever taken the time to teach this foolish little thing about the dangers of the world? Does he perhaps think that just because their coupling could not bear offspring, he is safe around Shen Qingqiu, as if it would not be easy to bully his knot into that tight and clutching warmth?

The fawn perks up, holding up a small jar of some sort, apparently oblivious to the danger he was just in. He clambers up to his hooves and holds it out to Shen Qingqiu. “Here. It will fix the redness and irritation in an hour. I’m afraid Esteemed Cultivator will need to wait for any wounds to heal themselves.”

“Thanking Rogue Cultivator…” Shen Qingqiu lets his voice trail off as it occurs to him that he still does not know this insipid little fool’s name.

The fawn’s brows furrow for a moment before he realises what Shen Qingqiu is asking. “Ah, this one is Rogue Cultivator Shen. Shen Yuan.”

Shen Qingqiu lets out a sharp inhale at the family name. There’s no way he has any relation to the young man, what with them being from two different species, but it still makes a greedy thing in his chest that he thought died on the day Qi-ge left him stir inside of him. It makes him feel as if he has a claim of sorts to this foolish, too-trusting fawn. He can feel the possessive urge growing to bundle Shen Yuan and take him back to Qing Jing with him, to keep him away from those who might hurt him, because with the way he acts, it’s only a matter of time before someone decides to make him their own.

“Shen Yuan.” Shen Qingqiu says in acknowledgement, giving a faint nod. “This Esteemed Cultivator is called Shen Qingqiu.”

Shen Yuan’s eyes widen, and he takes a small step back. “Shen Qingqiu? Of Cang Qiong Sect?”

“Unless Shen Yuan knows of any others by that name?” Shen Qingqiu responds, his brow arching.

Shen Yuan’s eyes dart off to the side nervously, before sketching a hasty bow. “This lowly one apologises for his impudence!” He squeaks out, turning once more to pick up his pack from the floor, although this time he keeps peeking over his shoulder, wary of Shen Qingqiu.

The sight unsettles Shen Qingqiu. He supposes it’s good that Shen Yuan is capable of being on his guard, but he doesn’t want that distrust directed at him. He would much rather Shen Yuan keep looking at him with those big stupid eyes like he had been doing before.

Shen Yuan gathers up his pack into his arms, and Shen Qingqiu watches as his legs tense up, ready to begin sprinting away. While something in his instincts does light up at the possibility of a chase, he knows it’s better for him to rest after his qi has been drained, so instead he just quickly reaches round and snags hold of Shen Yuan’s waist, listening to the sharp ‘unf’ sound the fawn lets out.

He hoists Shen Yuan up to hold under his arm, ignoring Shen Yuan’s hooves kicking out as he attempts to wiggle away.

“Stop struggling.” He snarls out.

“Put me down!” Shen Yuan fires back, his manners forgotten now that Shen Qingqiu has grabbed him. “Is this how the Cang Qiong Sect’s Peak Lords conduct themselves when they have received aid? What are you even planning to do with me?” He asks indignantly, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as if in fear that Shen Qingqiu will do something ridiculous, like eat him.

Shen Qingqiu almost laughs at the notion that anyone would choose to make use of Shen Yuan by eating him. The fawn really is terribly naïve. “I am taking you to Qing Jing Peak. You are clearly a scholar to some degree, and I can tell by your dress that there is evidently no other Sect backing these ventures of yours.”

Shen Yuan goes slack with shock, his big eyes peering up at Shen Qingqiu with a sliver of hope. “You’d let me have access to your libraries?”

“With supervision, yes.” Shen Qingqiu agrees, curious to see how Shen Yuan will react. Perhaps the fawn harbours some hope of stealing or copying the texts.

“Okay!” Shen Yuan readily agrees, relaxing into Shen Qingqiu’s hold.

Once again, this fawn has rendered Shen Qingqiu speechless. The promise of letting Shen Yuan look at the texts of Qing Jing Peak’s library, a privilege afforded to even visiting disciples, cannot possibly be enough to make him accept being effectively kidnapped. How has this person not been captured and kept as a pleasure slave by now, seeing as he is so foolish and trusting?

Shen Qingqiu decides that really, him bringing Shen Yuan back to his Peak like this should be considered repayment enough for Shen Yuan saving his life. He has clearly only survived up to this point by luck. He evidently needs the protection that Shen Qingqiu can offer him.

He’ll consider how he’ll explain his new acquisition to the other Peak Lords later, but for now, Shen Qingqiu is cautiously looking forwards to setting up Shen Yuan’s living quarters in the bamboo house. He’ll allow the fawn to use the currently abandoned guest bedroom for the time being, but hopefully Shen Qingqiu will be able to persuade the fawn to sleep in Shen Qingqiu’s den before long.

***

Yue Qingyuan stares at the small fawn curled up on the stool next to Xiao Jiu’s chair. His hand squeezes harshly around the arm rest of his chair, and he is forced to loosen his grip as he hears the wood begin to splinter. He takes a moment to draw in a deep breath to calm himself, thankful that most of the other Peak Lords are still milling around in the area outside of the meeting room.

He’s heard rumours, of course, about Xiao Jiu bringing a fawn back home with him after his latest mission, but he had believed (hoped) that it was just a rare case of the Qing Jing Peak Lord acquiring a disciple though means other than standard application. He had worried slightly when the boy hadn’t appeared in the dormitories with the other disciples, but perhaps Xiao Jiu had wanted to protect the boy. Fawns are exceptionally fragile, after all.

He certainly had not expected that Xiao Jiu would bring the fawn to a Peak Lord meeting. As if sensing his irritation, the source of it perks his head up, blinking big black eyes at Yue Qingyuan.

If the clear favour Xiao Jiu has for this fawn isn’t bad enough, Yue Qingyuan can tell that the fawn is not a boy at all, but rather a young man. He is undeniably old enough to be bred. The robes the boy wears do nothing to disguise that, as he only wears the bare minimum number needed for propriety. They do very little to conceal the swell of his breasts, clearly ready to be filled with milk for babes to nurse from. It is a small measure of comfort that Yue Qingyuan knows there is no way for Xiao Jiu and this fawn’s union to bear offspring. He will not have to watch this young man’s belly swell with the sign of Xiao Jiu’s devotion to him.

“Who is this.” Liu Qingge’s voice breaks through Yue Qingyuan’s thoughts. The bull hybrid glares down at the fawn, evidently caught between his dislike of a non-Peak Lord being in this space, and his manners preventing him from speaking harshly to a juvenile hybrid.

“This is Shen Yuan.” Xiao Jiu responds crisply. “I’ve elected to grant him access to Qing Jing Peak’s library so as to aid in his… research.” Even a deaf man would be able to hear the slight sneer to his tone as he says ‘research’.

“I’m working on a bestiary.” Shen Yuan chimes in. Xiao Jiu’s distain makes far more sense now. The jackal has never seen much point in studying beasts. “I’m also considering working on a botanical guide, but that’s a little more of an undertaking.”

“An admirable pursuit, I’m sure.” Yue Qingyuan says at last, a polite smile resting on his face despite how much he wants to tell this little interloper to fuck off. “However, this one fails to understand how this translates into Shen-shizhi’s attendance of a Peak Lord meeting.”

“I’m afraid that was this one’s suggestion.” Mu Qingfang’s voice carries through the air as the doctor slithers into the room, the green scales of his tail creating a ‘shhh’ noise against the floor. He takes a moment to give a polite nod to Shen Yuan, which the fawn returns, peering up at the Peak Lord through his lashes in a manner that could almost read as seductive.

“Might Mu-shidi elaborate upon why he came to such a decision?” Yue Qingyuan frowns at Mu Qingfang. He’s not entirely sure why, but it’s always seemed as if the doctor dislikes him for some reason.

“This one is afraid that he is not at liberty to discuss any details of his patients’ medical treatments, outside of that which they have given me consent to discuss.” Mu Qingfang responds smoothly. The words might have a veneer of civility to them, but Yue Qingyuan can read between the lines and hear the jab at Xiao Jiu’s lack of trust in him for what it is.

“This one understands.” Yue Qingyuan says at last, smiling through gritted teeth. Sometimes he wonders if the other Peak Lords forget that just because his species is not considered a predatory one, that does not mean he could not gore them with his antlers quite easily.

The other Peak Lords begin to file into the room, apparently reaching some kind of unspoken agreement that now is time to begin the meeting. Curious eyes land onto Shen Yuan, but none seem particularly shocked to see the fawn there. Yue Qingyuan wonders how many of them have met the creature before.

There are no complaints on the matter of an outsider being present for their meeting, which is something that makes Yue Qingyuan clench his jaw. Are these people truly all so lax as to think that there is no threat here? Do they believe that just because the man is a juvenile hybrid, he poses no threat?

He takes in the way that Wei Qingwei’s eyes greedily rove over the barely concealed form of the fawn sat by Xiao Jiu’s side. Are his martial siblings really going to allow a stranger to bear witness to the inner workings of the sect so that they might have some eye candy?

Thankfully, Qi Qingqi is not so foolish as her other martial siblings. She raises an elegant brow at the sight of the fawn, though she does give him a small nod of her head that Shen Yuan returns. Yue Qingyuan wonders if they’ve met before, and how. It’s hardly as if either Xiao Jiu or Qi Qingqi would willingly visit one another’s peak.

“Forgive this one, but are we sure that it is advisable for us to have someone who is not a Peak Lord at a meeting concerning Sect affairs?” Qi Qingqi’s voice flows out into the room, drawing the roving eyes from Shen Yuan.

“Shijie…” The Peak Lord of Ku Xing Peak pipes up, glancing at Shen Yuan before focusing fully on her. “He is a fawn, what is there to be afraid of?”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” Qi Qingqi says, her voice cold and cutting. The Peak Lord realises his misstep and blanches. It is a well-known fact that along with Xian Shu Peak consisting only of women, it has a much higher percentage of juvenile hybrids among its disciple than any other peak. Qi Qingqi has always been outspoken against notions that juvenile hybrids are inherently inferior to mature ones. The previous Peak Lord of Xian Shu Peak was a juvenile hybrid herself, after all. Yue Qingyuan’s memories of her are hazy, but he does remember her being a terrifying woman.

“What if we were to apply a deafening talisman to Shen Yuan?” Shang Qinghua interrupts, his ears flat to his skull.

There is a moment of silence as they consider the idea, before their eyes turn collectively to the man in question.

Shen Yuan blinks at them, glancing at Xiao Jiu, as if looking for guidance. Xiao Jiu inclines his head slightly.

“Can Qin- I mean, can Shen-shishu write the talisman?” Shen Yuan says after a moment.

“That would be fine.” Yue Qingyuan says tersely, unable to stop irritation leaking from his words at hearing such a familiar address for Xiao Jiu beginning to fall from the fawn’s lips.

“Very well. Allow this master a moment.” Xiao Jiu says, reaching into his qiankun pouch to withdraw some talisman paper. He glares at Shang Qinghua until the man hands over his brush and ink that he had prepared in order to take notes of the meeting for Cang Qiong Sect’s records.

Xiao Jiu ties his sleeves back and dips his brush into the ink. His strokes as he writes the characters for the deafening talisman are neither hurried not lackadaisical, streaking black across the paper in elegant lines. Once he is done, he holds the paper up into the air, gently waving it back and forth as the ink fully dries.

“Would any want to inspect this master’s work?” He questions, a cold sneer on his face as he looks at the other Peak Lords.

“Would there be a reason to?” Liu Qingge asks, scowling at Xiao Jiu.

“Would Liu-shidi be able to tell if something were awry?” Xiao Jiu scoffs.

Shen Yuan adjusts himself in his seat, and Xiao Jiu’s attention snaps to him, tension easing from his shoulders. “I will put this on your back.” He says to the fawn, his argument forgotten. “You must tell me if anything feels wrong.”

“Of course.” Shen Yuan nods, allowing Xiao Jiu to place the talisman on his back.

There is a moment of silence as everyone waits to see what will happen. Xiao Jiu rolls his eyes, and then sharply claps his hands. The other Peak Lords jolt. Shen Yuan does not.

“Is that good enough for you?” Xiao Jiu asks Qi Qingqi, though his tone sounds less harsh than it usually does.

Qi Qingqi inclines her head in a graceful nod. “This one now feels secure in continuing the meeting.”

The meeting continues with little fuss. Occasionally, Yue Qingyuan finds his eyes drifting to the fawn sat next to Xiao Jiu, just quietly lost in his own world. It does not escape his notice that the jackal seems far more settled than Yue Qingyuan has seen him be in a long time.

Perhaps the fawn is not quite so bad, if this is the outcome of him being here.

***

Yue Qingyuan is currently rethinking every single time that he thought he had grasped what it meant to be able to ignore one’s bodily urges in the pursuit of true inner peace. He has always known that he would never fit in at Zhao Hua Monastery, too wrapped up in thoughts of Xiao Jiu, but he had always assumed he had at least some measure of control over himself.

Hasn’t he always been able to project the illusion of being the calm, affable Sect Leader, rather than the drooling and hungry beast he really is? Hasn’t he always been able to make himself seem like a fair and just man, rather than the hypocritical coward he really is, willing to bend and break every law he promised to hold dear when he became the Sect Leader, if only to hear Xiao Jiu call him Qi-ge once more?

However, now, in this moment, watching a little fawn be apparently entirely unaware of the hungry gazes locked onto his nubile form, Yue Qingyuan finds himself hungry. He is a stag, this kind of intensity and the urge to pin down and take are unbefitting of his species. Yet this doesn’t seem to matter, if the way his teeth are currently itching is any metric.

Desire is not new to Yue Qingyuan, of course. He has fucked into his fist many times over to the thought of entangling with Xiao Jiu. Visions of making the jackal writhe in pleasure until he decides to stay by Yue Qingyuan’s side for the rest of eternity are as much a bedfellow to the Sect Leader as any wife could be.

However, those desires have only ever been for Xiao Jiu and always carried with them some measure of nostalgia, a desire to save the only person he’s ever loved. What he feels now, looking at the fluttering of Shen Yuan’s robes as the fawn chats to the Ku Xing Peak Lord, is not anything close to that. It is a brutal and cruel urge to claim the little creature here and now, for all to see, no matter how much he attempts to squeal or buck Yue Qingyuan off.

He wants to force Shen Yuan’s face into the dirt and make him so fat and bloated with come he’ll have no choice but to get pregnant with twins, never mind that it would be his first pregnancy. He wants to keep Shen Yuan locked away, a pet only for him and Xiao Jiu to make use of, protecting him from the heated gazes the fawn seems so oblivious of.

Wouldn’t it be better, for Yue Qingyuan to be the monster? It is only an inevitability that one day someone will snap and use Shen Yuan as he was clearly designed to be used. Would it not be better if that person was someone who genuinely cares about Shen Yuan, rather than someone who would just use him and then discard him?

In all honesty, Yue Qingyuan thinks, if asked, he wouldn’t be able to identify the exact moment when Shen Yuan stopped being a quite cute pet that Xiao Jiu is keeping, and instead became the object of his desire. He thinks it might have been somewhere in the midst of seeing the sheer degree of Shen Yuan’s obliviousness. Innocence has never been a turn on for Yue Qingyuan, but Shen Yuan wears it well.

Seeing person after person attempt to proposition Shen Yuan, having their greedy hands brush ‘accidentally’ against parts of the fawn’s body that they had no need to be near in the first place, awakened a possessive sort of paternalism in Yue Qingyuan. This creature has somehow managed to grow into adulthood and never once discovered the harsh realities of what most men would happily do to him. It’s a level of naivety that Yue Qingyuan had thought only existed within story books.

Where his desire to protect Xiao Jiu has always taken the place of showing the other man pleasure until he reverts back to that shamefully needy and possessive boy that Yue Qingyuan managed to kill, his desire to protect Shen Yuan takes the form of wanting to expose Shen Yuan to the cruelties of this world before anyone else can. Like shoving an infant’s hand into the fire to teach them that it can burn, so it learns to shy away from the heat and light of flame in the future.

Yue Qingyuan knows he could bandage such a wound properly, though. No need to let Shen Yuan be left disfigured, as others might do to him. So what if his affection will never be as pure as Shen Yuan deserves? Innocent little things like that are made to be dirtied and ruined. A relationship cannot subsist on childish love, made of milk-breath promises and closed-mouth kisses. Yue Qingyuan knows this because it is a lesson that has been cut into him, down to his very marrow. He’s just trying to spare Shen Yuan from learning that same lesson.

He is snapped from contemplation when the fawn in question trots up to him, followed by Xiao Jiu as if he is the young man’s scowling shadow.

“Do I really have to say it?” Shen Yuan asks, his eyes darting back to the jackal.

“You don’t have to do anything.” Xiao Jiu responds. His tone says otherwise though. It’s the one that means that if you don’t follow through on his whims, he will ice you out, ignoring your attempts to make amends. It’s a tone Yue Qingyuan is very familiar with.

Based on the way Shen Yuan’s eyes narrow and he side-eyes the jackal, it seems that he is also able to correctly understand what Xiao Jiu isn’t saying. It makes something twist in Yue Qingyuan’s gut, that there is another person who understands Xiao Jiu. Perhaps that is monstrous, or selfish, but there is never a moment where he feels more connected with the jackal than when the other Peak Lords fail to understand him. When people whisper about Xiao Jiu’s lechery, about his overindulgence of his female disciples. Yue Qingyuan knows that Xiao Jiu would sooner castrate himself than have a single lewd thought about his disciples. He knows that the kind of man Xiao Jiu hates most in the world is the one who would use his power and influence to make people give up that which should be given freely. He doesn’t say this though. He doesn’t speak in Xiao Jiu’s defence. Shouldn’t the fact that Xiao Jiu has one person who actually understands him be enough?

“Sect Leader Yue?” Shen Yuan steps closer, his hooves scuffing against the ground.

From this angle, Yue Qingyuan can see ever so slightly down the neckline of the fawn’s robes. He wonders why Xiao Jiu didn’t inform the fawn of this before the pair left the house this morning. The jackal isn’t quite as tall as Yue Qingyuan, but his height should’ve still been sufficient to catch the same glimpse of the ivory swell of Shen Yuan’s breast that Yue Qingyuan now finds his gaze locked on. He’s surprised Xiao Jiu didn’t want to keep such a sight to himself.

“Yes?” Yue Qingyuan says in response, his eyes flicking up from the section of skin they had been transfixed upon.

“We’re both deer, right?”

Yue Qingyuan nods in response, though the question does not really require a response. It’s more than obvious that the two are both deer, though Shen Yuan is a juvenile hybrid, while Yue Qingyuan is mature.

“So that makes you sort of like… family.” Shen Yuan seems to be folding in on himself as he speaks, his voice quieting as his cheeks bloom pink. Yue Qingyuan raises an eyebrow, curious as to where this could possibly be going. “You’re kind of like my gege, right?”

Hearing such words sends an unexpected bolt of heat through Yue Qingyuan. He had always assumed his infatuation with Xiao Jiu calling him ‘Qi-ge’ once more was due to his shameful desire for the two of them to return to the simpler life they once lead, where they could still look at each other in the eye, and any secrets they had were shared. Now, Yue Qingyuan is forced to question that as he wills himself to not pop a boner at the thought of Shen Yuan sobbing out ‘gege, more’ on Yue Qingyuan’s bedsheets.

“That isn’t what I said you should ask for.” Xiao Jiu cuts in, his voice cold and acidic. His jaw is clenched, and there’s the faintest spot of red on his pale cheeks. Yue Qingyuan wonders if it’s due to anger, or something else. At one point he could’ve identified the emotion from Xiao Jiu’s tone alone.

Shen Yuan’s face pinkens, and his scowls a little at Xiao Jiu. “Do I really have to step so far?” He hisses out in a whisper. It might be quiet enough that a mortal couldn’t hear it, Yue Qingyuan’s not sure. Either way, he is a cultivator, and so the young man’s words are more than audible to Yue Qingyuan’s sensitive hearing.

Xiao Jiu doesn’t dignify his complaining with a response, just staring Shen Yuan into submission until the fawn’s head droops and he steps even closer to Yue Qingyuan. His hand stretches out and he takes hold of one of Yue Qingyuan’s sleeves, like a child grabbing hold of their parent’s robes to serve as a lifeline.

“…It’s embarrassing, so lower your head down.” Shen Yuan grits out, his gaze averted to be fixed on his and Yue Qingyuan’s hooves. A mean part of Yue Qingyuan – one that wants to see those pretty eyes glossy with tears and red at the corners – wants to tell Shen Yuan to meet his eyes when he speaks, but he restrains himself so as not to scare the skittish creature off.

He obediently bends down so his face is closer to Shen Yuan’s. He can feel the heat radiating from the fawn’s face, and when Shen Yuan’s ear flicks, it lightly brushes against Yue Qingyuan’s cheek.

“Can I…” Shen Yuan’s eyes flick over to Shen Jiu, who is watching on with poorly concealed satisfaction. Really, he looks far more like a cat who got the cream than a jackal. “Can I call you Qi-ge?”

The request makes Yue Qingyuan startle, and he steps back from the fawn, straightening up. An immediate part of his soul cries out at the idea. That name is Xiao Jiu’s, after all. As much as Yue Qingyuan might want to fuck the small creature silly, for him to have the right to use Xiao Jiu’s name for him feels a bridge too far.

However…

He looks over to Xiao Jiu once more, taking in the tension of the jackal’s body, like he’s preparing to be hit. Like he’d prefer it to a gentle touch, because pain is more reliable than softness.

It is Xiao Jiu’s name for him, and so it is Xiao Jiu’s name to gift to whoever he pleases. Xiao Jiu’s cheeks are a delicate red, and Yue Qingyuan wonders if this is a compromise of some kind. If this is Xiao Jiu’s way of gifting Yue Qingyuan with the privilege of hearing that name once more, without Xiao Jiu having to let those words fall from his lips. Like having someone else deliver the food you made to your crush, so you can care for them without showing your tenderness. Yue Qingyuan smiles at the image.

“What are you smiling like a fool for?” Xiao Jiu snaps, his ears flattening to his skull as his tail bushes in agitation. “Will you let him call you that name or not?”

Yue Qingyuan’s smile widens as he takes in the image of the fawn and the jackal in front of him. Shen Yuan, blushing to his roots at the idea of calling Yue Qingyuan a childish nickname like ‘Qi-ge’, and Xiao Jiu trying to act as if he couldn’t care less about the answer, despite his eyes being trained closely upon Yue Qingyuan’s face, scrutinising it for a response so that he might get his answer before Yue Qingyuan even opens his mouth.

“I’d be delighted to let you call me that.” Yue Qingyuan says warmly, watching as Xiao Jiu’s shoulders drop, the tension within them suddenly released. “However, to make the scales even, shouldn’t I have a name to call you by as well?”

“Ah– I don’t think that’s necessary–” Shen Yuan stammers out, his big eyes widening at the idea of such a thing.

“Nonsense, if you want us to be more familiar, shouldn’t that familiarity go both ways?” Yue Qingyuan replies easily, overlooking the quiet grumble Shen Yuan lets out that sounds an awful lot like ‘it’s not even me that wants that…’

He thinks for a moment, before he gets a wicked idea. “I know! How about… Xiao Yua–”

“Absolutely not.” Xiao Jiu bites out, his lips curling back in a snarl. “No. Pick something else.”

It’s the first time in a very long time that Yue Qingyuan has seen such a naked emotion upon Xiao Jiu’s face. He cannot help but feel his heart grow warm and flutter at such a display.

“Of course, I was only joking.” Yue Qingyuan reassures Xiao Jiu. “No need to worry.”

“Who was worried?” Xiao Jiu snaps, turning his head away with a huff. He pulls out his fan and flicks it out, concealing his expression from the rest of the world.

Yue Qingyuan thinks quite seriously for a moment, before he comes to a conclusion. “How about A-Yuan?”

***

“Qi-ge!” A-Yuan says, running over to greet Yue Qingyuan. The title still thrills him to hear it, even now. He had expected Xiao Jiu to put up more resistance to A-Yuan using his name for Yue Qingyuan, but he has thus far mostly just looked worryingly pleased when Yue Qingyuan encouraged the little fawn to use it. He honestly has no clue what schemes are brewing in Xiao Jiu’s head sometimes.

As usual, he has forgone wearing robes in the house, his bare skin revealed for Yue Qingyuan’s greedy eyes. His pert little breasts are just begging to be suckled on, his nipples made puffy with abuse. Yue Qingyuan cannot even begin to imagine how alluring they would be if A-Yuan was pregnant, milk leaking from his pretty little tits. It would be impossible to take him out in public, what with his preference for light coloured and thin fabrics when he does concede to wearing robes. The fabric would be rendered transparent, exposing his sweet pink nipples for all to see. He’d surely seduce anyone who saw him into pinning him down and fucking him, regardless of him already being pregnant.

“Hello A-Yuan.” Yue Qingyuan greets, taking note of the smudges of ink on A-Yuan’s fingertips. “What have you been up to?”

“I got some notes from Liu-shishu yesterday about that Jade-Fanged-Python he slew, so I’ve been copying them out and adjusting the phrasing into something more befitting of academia.” A-Yuan replies distractedly, taking hold of Yue Qingyuan’s hand and tugging him further into the house, where his desk is.

“Is Qingqiu here?” Yue Qingyuan enquires, obediently following the fawn further into the house. He takes a moment to delight in how small A-Yuan’s hand feels in his.

“No, Jiu-ge is off yelling at Liu-shishu about something.” A-Yuan shrugs. The fact that Xiao Jiu allows A-Yuan to use his birth name despite not allowing Yue Qingyuan to use it still smarts a little, but he elects to ignore those feelings of jealousy in favour of admiring the curve of A-Yuan’s spine as he walks.

Yue Qingyuan wants so badly to see if his hands could wrap all the way around that lithe little waist.

“Mn, I see.” Yue Qingyuan looking over to A-Yuan’s desk. There are pages of Liu Qingge’s inelegant scrawl strewn over the surface, describing weak points and how he killed the creature.

A-Yuan sighs as he looks down at the pages. “It would’ve been nice if he could’ve taken some notes on its behaviour before he killed it, but I suppose he’s more of a hunter than he is a scholar… I’ll just need to get further information myself.”

“How would you go about doing that?” Yue Qingyuan asks distractedly, looking at A-Yuan’s notes that he’s made from referencing Liu Qingge’s. His calligraphy is far more elegant, and the terms he uses are much more academic than the brusque words of the Bai Zhan Peak Lord.

“I’ll do some field work, probably. It’s nice for now to be able to reference the texts here at Qing Jing, but I’m sure I’ll get the itch to write about my firsthand experiences soon enough.” A-Yuan says cheerfully, as if he doesn’t realise the way Yue Qingyuan’s blood runs cold at the thought of the little fawn going toe-to-toe with any of the monsters he writes about. Certainly, the young man has a golden core, he’s not totally weak, but is it really enough when he’s around demonic beasts?

“Does A-Yuan expect to desire such things soon?” Yue Qingyuan says, wondering if perhaps he can work out some kind of training regimen for A-Yuan to follow before he goes out into the field again.

A-Yuan just gives a little shrug. “I don’t know. There’s still a lot of books at Qing Jing to look at, and I heard one of your Peaks has a large collection of artifacts, so I’ll want to look at those too, of course.”

It’s really getting to be too much, seeing those big eyes blink up at him, to have a full, uninhibited view of pale skin, just waiting to be marked up. Yue Qingyuan clenches his teeth and can feel them creak inside of his mouth.

“Oh, that reminds me!” A-Yuan says, oblivious to the thoughts running through his fellow deer hybrid’s head. “I got this incense burner thing at the market the other day. The shopkeeper seemed to think it was normal, but I could sense something strange about it… Would you check it for me?” He looks up at the stag, his eyes wide and guileless.

“Of course, A-Yuan.” Yue Qingyuan says indulgently, smiling placidly down at the smaller man. “Might I ask why you didn’t have Shen-shidi help you?”

“I was going to, but then this guy was asking weird questions, and I suppose it slipped my mind until now.” A-Yuan says, his voice carrying across the room as he begins to walk to wherever he has been keeping this incense burner. Yue Qingyuan really hopes that the little fawn had the common sense to put an artifact with a mysterious energy in a qiankun pouch at least.

“Oh?” Yue Qingyuan says in response, only really half listening to what A-Yuan is saying as he worries over the younger man’s chronic disregard for his own safety. Honestly, it’s a wonder he hasn’t died already. “What was he asking you?”

“Well, at first he was asking if there were many unmated deer in the area–” A-Yuan cuts himself off as he sees Yue Qingyuan’s head snap up in interest. “Don’t worry, he was a deer hybrid himself! He wasn’t a pervert or anything!” A-Yuan reassures, apparently misunderstanding Yue Qingyuan’s reason for interest.

“I see.” Yue Qingyuan’s smile could freeze wine.

A-Yuan, apparently oblivious to the slowly blooming murderous aura coming from the Sect Leader, continues, “I don’t really get out of the Sect often, and all the disciples are much too young for marriage, aren’t they? So the only unmated deer I know are me and you.

“I told him that, and he started asking me all these odd questions about how many kids I would want…” The fawn shakes his head for a moment, clearing it of whatever thoughts are running through it. Yue Qingyuan desperately wishes he could crack A-Yuan’s skull open and see what on earth is going on in there. “Like I said, he was asking weird questions.” The younger man concludes, giving a dismissive little shrug, seemingly completely unaware that he just recounted a story of a man propositioning him.

Anger pools in Yue Qingyuan’s gut, hot and heavy at the idea that some nobody could just attempt to claim his mate for themselves, before he tamps down on that thought with a frown. There really is… no way for an outsider to know that A-Yuan is off limits, is there? He’s been trying to court the little fawn slowly, having the younger man warm up to him, but A-Yuan is more than a little dense when it comes to recognising other people’s affections. Clearly, Yue Qingyuan will need to spell it out in a manner that cannot be dismissed or overlooked.

Yue Qingyuan stares contemplatively at A-Yuan for a moment, his eyes resting on the nude form of the fawn. He is well aware that the young man is just sensitive when it comes to clothing, in the same manner that many juvenile hybrids are, but A-Yuan does wear clothes outside of the house. When Yue Qingyuan has visited the bamboo house in the past and Xiao Jiu’s head disciple was present, A-Yuan did at least wear the minimum number of layers required for modesty.

Isn’t this willingness to be nude around Yue Qingyuan a sign of some degree of trust? Surely even a person as oblivious to his own charms as A-Yuan would wear robes around a potential mate if he truly hated the concept of being mated to them? Perhaps this confused little creature just doesn’t understand what he needs.

It is no sooner than Yue Qingyuan has this last thought that he strides across the room to press up behind A-Yuan.

“Qi-ge?” A-Yuan’s brows furrow in confusion.

“Do you understand what you do to me, A-Yuan?” Yue Qingyuan’s voice is low, and filled with heat. He places a hand on A-Yuan’s stomach, delighting at how small the younger man’s waist feels under his large hand. The downy fur that begins around A-Yuan’s hips feels soft under Yue Qingyuan’s fingertips.

A-Yuan flushes red, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. “Qi-ge… You’re not acting like yourself.” He stammers out, stepping away from Yue Qingyuan’s hands. His small hooves click against the floor as he turns around, frowning up at the older man. “Did you come into contact with any unusual flowers?” The fawn asks, trying to puzzle through Yue Qingyuan’s sharp change in demeanour.

The stag simply steps closer to A-Yuan again, smiling down at the fawn in a way that would likely be comforting in other circumstances. “You walk around this house, completely bare, flaunting your body to me… Perhaps I could excuse it with Xiao Jiu. He may wind up giving in to temptation and knotting you, but it’s not as if such a union could bear fruit.” He shrugs dismissively, reaching out to cup A-Yuan’s face in his hand. The fawn inhales shakily at the touch, his eyes wide and confused, unsure of what is happening. “For you to do it with me, however? You surely must know the danger you put yourself in. Unless, of course, A-Yuan wants to be put in danger?”

A-Yuan’s face twists, and he takes a stumbling step back from the larger man. Yue Qingyuan can see the way his legs are tensing to bolt. He feels his face twist in displeasure. He knows some of the disciples on Qing Jing Peak are deer hybrids. While they might ordinarily be too young for marriage, many of them are still old enough to be virile. Should one of them see A-Yuan bolting across the Peak, bare for all to see, who’s to say they would not seize the opportunity presented? If A-Yuan were with child, that would be a hard claim for Yue Qingyuan to fight.

“Qi-ge, I’m going to get help, ok? Something’s clearly wrong with you.” A-Yuan says, as if this is in any way reassuring. He chews his lip anxiously, clearly unable to believe that his Qi-ge would act like this under any other circumstance. It’s fine. Yue Qingyuan can teach A-Yuan exactly what he’s capable of.

Yue Qingyuan’s hand snaps out, and he grabs hold of A-Yuan’s arm. The fawn tries to twist away from the harsh grip, but the older man does not relent, his fingers digging into flesh so harshly that he is sure to leave bruises.

“Ow– Fuck, Qi-ge, you’re hurting me–” A-Yuan whimpers out, staring down at the rigid grip on his arm with wide, wet eyes.

“Then stop trying to run from me.” Yue Qingyuan gripes, tugging the fawn closer to him. A-Yuan’s hooves skid against the floor as he is yanked into Yue Qingyuan’s broad chest.

“Something’s wrong with you!” A-Yuan protests. “Look, Qi-ge, I’m sorry about this, okay? You’ll thank me later when you’re in your right mind.”

The fawn brings up a hand and slams it into Yue Qingyuan’s chest, letting loose a burst of qi. Ordinarily, Yue Qingyuan would easily brush such an attack aside, but surprise catches him off guard, and his grip on A-Yuan’s arm relaxes just enough that the younger man is able to slip free. He turns and begins to sprint away from Yue Qingyuan, beelining towards the door of the house.

A-Yuan’s hooves skid against the ground, his hooves designed for soft forest floors, rather than the hard and polished flooring they currently find themselves on. Yue Qingyuan blinks past his surprise and takes chase. His hooves clack against the ground as he follows behind A-Yuan. The fawn doesn’t waste any time peering over his shoulder to see how close his pursuer is, instead putting on a burst of speed to try and make it to the door. His hand reaches out, fingers extending to grab hold of the door handle and wrench it open,  but then he feels a yank on his hair, halting his progress.

Yue Qingyuan manages to grab a solid handful of A-Yuan’s hair, the dark brown strands wrapped around his fist like a leash. He tugs it towards himself, and the sudden jerk startles A-Yuan, causing his hooves to slip out from under him. Yue Qingyuan quickly loosens his grip, not wanting A-Yuan to get seriously injured, and the fawn pitches forwards, landing face first onto the ground with a soft ‘oomph’ sound.

The stag stares down at the fawn, splayed out prone on the ground. He reaches out and takes hold of one of the young man’s legs, tugging it up into the air to expose the twitchy hole between his thighs.

The bare mound of A-Yuan’s cunt greets his eyes. The fur on his legs stops around his labia, leaving the fawn’s pussy beautifully exposed for greedy eyes. Even now, when A-Yuan has been attempting to flee from Yue Qingyuan, there is still a wet shine to the entrance before him. A-Yuan’s clit twitches as it’s exposed to the open air, practically begging for Yue Qingyuan to play with it.

Yue Qingyuan scowls at the door to the bamboo house, only a few scant cun away from A-Yuan’s hand, still outstretched even as he lays on the floor. To think that this perfect cunt almost escaped his grasp. He begins to drag A-Yuan backwards along the floor, wanting to seclude him into a room further from the door.

“Owww– Qi-ge, let me up–” A-Yuan protests, squirming uncomfortably as the bare skin of his chest is dragged along the floor.

“I would love to, but I can’t trust A-Yuan to not attempt to run from me again.” Yue Qingyuan says, shaking his head a little. He had expected such a reaction, of course, A-Yuan is ultimately a prey animal and has the instincts of one, but he can’t deny that it hurt to be so completely spurned by the man that he hopes to make the mother of his child. He can’t say he minded the chase though. Perhaps in the future, once A-Yuan has accepted his place at Yue Qingyuan’s side, they might be able to recreate such an event.

He looks around the house, trying to spy a comfortable place for him and A-Yuan. His eyes alight on the doorway to the spare room that A-Yuan has been staying in. Perhaps this will be easier if the fawn is in a space he associates with comfort. Yue Qingyuan pushes the door open and drags A-Yuan inside, before letting go of the younger man’s leg and shutting the bedroom door behind them. He stands guard before it, having learned from his lesson of underestimating the fawn’s desire to flee.

A-Yuan pulls himself into a sitting position and peers up at Yue Qingyuan. His chest is reddened from having been dragged against the floor, and the way he shifts as he sits makes Yue Qingyuan worry that he may have injured A-Yuan’s leg while bringing him to his room. He’ll have to make sure the fawn sees Mu Qingfang later. His eyes are red at the corners, and despite all of this, he is still looking up at Yue Qingyuan with an expression of concern, as if he had not just been attacked by the older man.

“You don’t want this, Qi-ge.” A-Yuan tries to plead again, his ears drooping.

“Oh, trust me, A-Yuan. I really do.” Yue Qingyuan says tenderly, dropping into a crouch and tucking his arms under the fawn’s armpits. He pulls A-Yuan to his feet, then higher still, leaving his hooves dangling and kicking uselessly above the ground. He deposits the younger man into his bed, smiling in satisfaction as A-Yuan blinks up at him from his place in the sheets.

A-Yuan looks lovely on his back, his hair fanning out onto the bedding. Yue Qingyuan reaches out and places a hand onto A-Yuan’s stomach, feeling a sense of warmth at the way it tenses and then relaxes under his touch. The fawn is still so instinctually trusting of him, even now. His hand traces its path down A-Yuan’s abdomen and stops just at the edge of where A-Yuan’s hair stops around his crotch. It doesn’t escape his attention how A-Yuan wriggles ever so slightly as his hand stops moving. Perhaps the fawn isn’t as uninterested in this as he tries to pretend he is.

Yue Qingyuan reaches down to brush his finger against the pretty pink nub above A-Yuan’s entrance. The response is immediate and gratifying, a breathy ‘ah’ leaving the fawn’s lips at the stimulation. A-Yuan’s face flushes red at his reaction, and his thighs clamp shut around the hand between his legs, trying to protect his cunt from any further assault. Unfortunately for A-Yuan, Yue Qingyuan finds he still has enough space to rub at A-Yuan’s clit, gently teasing it in firm circles as the fawn’s hips buck, trying to escape the stimulation whilst also being unwilling to let loose the vise grip of his thighs around Yue Qingyuan’s wrist.

“Ngh– Stop–” A-Yuan whimpers out. His hips roll up into Yue Qingyuan’s touch. Endearing little thing doesn’t understand what he wants.

Yue Qingyuan manages to reach his hand down a little further, his sleeve being pushed up as A-Yuan’s thighs remain tight around him. He dips his finger into A-Yuan’s entrance, not enough to penetrate but enough to feel the slick wetness of the fawn’s inner folds.

“Oh, A-Yuan.” Yue Qingyuan sighs out, smiling down at the blushing creature below him. “You’re so wet.”

A-Yuan jerks as if he’s been struck. “No I’m not!” He protests, as if the evidence isn’t currently smeared over Yue Qingyuan’s fingers. “I– I wouldn’t be wet over this– You need Mu Qingfang to examine you!” His hips wriggle futilely, and his thighs part a little as he makes to try and squirm away.

Yue Qingyuan puts a swift end to such ideas, worming his other hand between A-Yuan’s knees and wrenching one to the side, holding the young man open for his gaze. He rubs at A-Yuan’s clit, delighting in the visual of the fawn’s cunt clenching and fluttering at the stimulation. A-Yuan rocks up into the touch for a second before he remembers himself, turning his head to the side to hide his red face in the sheets.

“We shouldn’t be doing this…” He mumbles out, but his protest sounds much weaker than it had earlier.

“You say that, but your cute little pussy is currently begging for me to be inside it.” Yue Qingyuan says smugly, dipping his hand down again to trace around the fawn’s entrance. “Tell me, A-Yuan, have you ever played with yourself down here before?”

“What kind of– What’s it to you?” A-Yuan snaps out, glaring at Yue Qingyuan out of the corner of his eye. “Don’t tell me you’re now developing a conscience, after molesting me!”

“Oh, don’t worry baobei, I don’t intend to leave you high and dry.” Yue Qingyuan’s voice is warm with amusement, ignoring the squawk of embarrassment that comes from A-Yuan at his words. “I just wanted to know how gentle I should be.”

He gently begins to press a finger into A-Yuan’s dripping entrance, feeling the hole suckle on his finger like it’s trying to draw milk from him. A-Yuan’s cunt is so tight around him, and it’s all Yue Qingyuan can do to resist the urge to draw out his cock and slam inside of this tight little hole, regardless of preparation or not. Instead, he breathes deeply, forcing himself to calm. There’s no use in making A-Yuan’s first time violent.

Yue Qingyuan positions his thumb over A-Yuan’s clit, gently rubbing at it as he eases his finger inside of the tight heat. He watches A-Yuan’s face cautiously, seeing as the expression there eases from being pinched into being relaxed as he adjusts to the intrusion.

A-Yuan’s hips begin to gently twitch down, easing up and down on the digit inside of him. His cunt softens in increments, his body relaxing into the sheets further.

“There we go, good boy.” Yue Qingyuan coos out, rubbing his thumb over A-Yuan’s clit. The fawn whimpers at the stimulation, his lips pressing together into a thin line.

Yue Qingyuan brings up a second finger, running it against the edge of A-Yuan’s hole before gently easing it in. A-Yuan’s nose wrinkles at the new thickness inside him, but Yue Qingyuan’s continued ministrations on the fawn’s clit soon has him easing up again, letting Yue Qingyuan’s second finger slip in to the hilt with no issues.

Yue Qingyuan crooks his fingers inside of A-Yuan, feeling for the spot that he’s read about before. His fingers rub against a section that feels ridged compared to the surrounding area, and as he crooks his fingers and presses into it, A-Yuan lets out a loud moan, his pussy tightening around Yue Qingyuan’s fingers.

“Oh gods– Fuck– There–” A-Yuan gasps out, his eyes open so wide that Yue Qingyuan can see the whites wrapped around the edge of the irises.

Yue Qingyuan licks his lips at the sight, revelling in seeing A-Yuan already becoming so undone, just from two measly fingers. He takes advantage of A-Yuan being swept up in his pleasure to slip a third finger into A-Yuan’s cunt.

He begins to fuck his fingers in and out of A-Yuan’s pussy properly, pulling sloppy noises from it as the wetness continues to drip from his hole. The fur between A-Yuan’s cunt and his asshole is darkened from the slick dripping down from A-Yuan’s entrance.

“Do you hear that?” Yue Qingyuan asks smugly, looking at the froth of slick building around his knuckles. “It’s your body begging me for my cock.”

A-Yuan makes an embarrassed noise at that, his eyes flicking down to look at Yue Qingyuan’s crotch. As he sees the girth imprinted in the fabric, he makes a desperate choking noise. “We can’t–” He tries to protest, even while Yue Qingyuan can feel the gush of slickness around his fingers that belies how A-Yuan really feels about such a sight.

“I think we can.” Yue Qingyuan responds smoothly, his hand moving from its vigil on A-Yuan’s thigh and moving to untie his robes. He lets them hang open loosely, bearing his chest for A-Yuan’s gaze. The fawn makes an appreciative noise at the sight that the younger man seems unaware he even made, letting his eyes rove over Yue Qingyuan’s pecs and abs, A-Yuan’s eyes zoning in on the smattering of hair on the stag’s navel that leads into the thick fur that covers his legs. Yue Qingyuan moves the last of the fabric sparing his modesty and exposes his cock fully to A-Yuan.

His member is flushed and hard, veins straining under the skin. His foreskin has pulled back, exposing his cockhead, and precum is dripping from the small slit at the tip. It’s of a decent size, but it wouldn’t be overly large, if Yue Qingyuan were mating with another mature hybrid. However, he isn’t. The length and girth of his cock compared to A-Yuan’s svelte frame is comical. It promises to spread him so wide that he’ll never be able to feel satisfied with the pitiful cock of a fellow fawn.

“That’s not going to fit.” A-Yuan gulps, staring at Yue Qingyuan’s length with a mix of trepidation and hunger.

“Won’t you at least let me put in the tip?” Yue Qingyuan tries to coax, curling his fingers into A-Yuan’s g-spot. The fawn moans at the stimulation, but still shakes his head furiously.

“I won’t fall for that.” He protests, shooting Yue Qingyuan a harsh look. Its impact is radically lessened by the way his hips continue to chase the stimulation of Yue Qingyuan’s fingers.

Yue Qingyuan heaves a sigh, trying to put on a contrite expression as he withdraws his fingers from A-Yuan’s gummy walls, watching as they bring with them strings of slick. They drip from his fingers like spider silk, snapping under their own weight. He steps closer to A-Yuan’s spread thighs, getting between them so that the fawn can’t try snapping his legs shut again. He rubs his reddened cockhead against the lightly gaping entrance, dipping it in just slightly in order to hear A-Yuan gasp.

“I suppose I could hold myself back from fucking you…” Yue Qingyuan says mournfully, fucking just the tip of his cock in and out of A-Yuan’s sloppy cunt. “But only if you do something for me.”

A-Yuan shoots him a suspicious look. “…What is it?”

“Ever since that day when you first asked to call me Qi-ge, I’ve been thinking about that first suggestion you made…” Yue Qingyuan confesses, reaching up with one hand to tug lightly on one of A-Yuan’s nipples. The fawn jolts at the stimulation, accidentally fucking himself down onto Yue Qingyuan’s cock, taking it about half a cun deeper. He moans lightly at the feeling of Yue Qingyuan’s cock pressing deeper into him. “I think if you called me gege, that would satisfy me enough to hold back from fucking you.”

“Really?” A-Yuan’s eyes narrow in suspicion. “That’s all?”

“That’s all.” Yue Qingyuan says, stilling his hips as he remains seated with his cock buried just a little deeper than the tip. He continues to play with A-Yuan’s nipple, bringing the bud to a rosy peak. He can’t wait to see what A-Yuan’s tits will look like, once they’re leaking milk.

“How can I trust you?” A-Yuan asks dubiously.

“You can only trust that if you don’t, I’ll certainly fuck you.” Yue Qingyuan smiles down at A-Yuan, as if he is not threatening to fuck the fawn if he doesn’t comply.

“Fine, ok.” A-Yuan huffs out. “Gege–”

Whatever he is about to say is cut off as Yue Qingyuan suddenly drives his cock into A-Yuan, coming to a stop with at least a finger’s width of his length still outside of the fawn’s pussy.

“You said you wouldn’t!” A-Yuan cries out, his eyes red at the corner, angry and humiliated by the betrayal. “I- I called you gege, so why–”

“I’m sorry, A-Yuan, I misjudged quite how affected I would be by hearing you call me that.” Yue Qingyuan responds, his cock twitching inside of A-Yuan’s cunt. He had thought the walls felt warm and plush around his finger, but that was nothing compared to how it feels around his throbbing length. He begins to fuck himself shallowly in and out of A-Yuan’s cunt, feeling the barrier against his cockhead that prevented him from driving in all the way to the hilt. “I’m already inside though, so I might as well keep fucking you, right?” He groans out, ignoring whatever protests A-Yuan makes as he focuses on the warm wetness wrapped snugly around his length.

He looks down at A-Yuan’s body and has to bite back a swear as he sees a bulge in A-Yuan’s stomach. He slowly withdraws his cock and watches as the bulge travels with it. “You see that, A-Yuan?” Yue Qingyuan murmurs softly, looking up at the fawn’s dazed expression. A-Yuan shakily raises his head from where it was laid out on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, to focus on whatever Yue Qingyuan just called his attention to. As he looks down at the length of his body, some of the haziness in his expression clears as he takes in the way his abdomen is distended.

“Is that…?” A-Yuan trails off, placing his hand on his stomach. He touches the flesh there delicately, as if he’s afraid that he might shatter into pieces should he press too hard.

“That’s my cock, A-Yuan.” Yue Qingyuan says sweetly, rubbing the thumb on A-Yuan’s chest against his nipple, feeling it perk back up under his ministrations. Unable to resist his urges, he leans forwards and attaches his mouth to it. His movement drives his cock back into A-Yuan’s body, causing his legs to kick out at the feeling of being filled up yet again.

One of the fawn’s hands comes up to cup the back of Yue Qingyuan’s head as he licks and sucks at A-Yuan’s nipple, something primal and instinctive within him calling for him to comfort the person latched onto his breast. Yue Qingyuan smiles at the sensation of thin fingers running through his hair. Not making A-Yuan into a mother would be such a waste.

Yue Qingyuan withdraws from A-Yuan’s chest, blowing a little gust of cold air onto the wet nipple, chuckling at the little squeal A-Yuan lets out in response. He rubs neat circles on A-Yuan’s flushed clit as he rocks his hips in a steady motion, allowing the fawn to adjust to how full he must feel. “Look at you.” Yue Qingyuan groans out admiringly, smiling at the fawn spread out beneath him.

The flush on A-Yuan’s face has spread down onto his chest, making it pink and blotchy. His temples shine wetly from where tears have spilled from the smaller man’s eyes and dribbled down into his hairline. His cunt is stretched taut around the girth of Yue Qingyuan’s cock, the skin there looking red and strained. Yue Qingyuan rocks his hips in to burrow himself as deeply as possible inside of A-Yuan, the bulbous head of his cock butting up against the ring of muscle there.

Yue Qingyuan plants one of his hands into the sheets next to A-Yuan’s body, keeping his other hand on the fawn’s clit. He slowly withdraws his cock until only his tip is still left inside A-Yuan’s pussy, and then slams his hips forwards once more, pressing cruelly against A-Yuan’s cervix. The muscle seems reluctant to give, even under force.

The older man begins thrusting properly, building himself up into a decent rhythm, making sure to aim as best as possible into A-Yuan’s g-spot with every thrust, playing with A-Yuan’s clit and enjoying the whines and moans of pleasure the fawn lets out as he is taken and fucked.

His thrusts force out slick around his thick cock every time he pushes in, A-Yuan’s small body unable to hold both inside. The lips of his cunt shine, his entrance rubbed raw and pink from the girthy member invading him. A-Yuan’s clit has grown fat under Yue Qingyuan’s teasing touch, the hood pulling back and revealing the flushed nub beneath. When Yue Qingyuan rubs the pad of his thumb against it, A-Yuan’s cunt tightens viciously and he squeals.

Before long, Yue Qingyuan registers that the fluttering warmth around his cock is getting more intense, and he redoubles his efforts, wanting to see A-Yuan fall to pieces beneath him.

“Unh– Qi-ge– Think ‘m gonna cum–” A-Yuan gasps out, his head shaking from side to side.

Yue Qingyuan pinches his clit between his thumb and forefinger, abusing the little nub until A-Yuan’s hips jerk backwards, trying to escape the assault. “When you cum, call me gege.” He commands.

A-Yuan is too far gone to process how embarrassing that request is, nodding furiously in response. His ears flop up and down with the movement.

Yue Qingyuan’s angle slips as he tries to fuck into A-Yuan’s g-spot, and instead drives into the fawn’s cervix with so much force he must surely bruise it. A-Yuan’s legs kick out, and his eyes go wide as he comes. His cunt spasms around the girth inside it, wetness gushing out around his taut rim, suckling on Yue Qingyuan’s cock like it’s desperate to be filled up and bred properly.

Yue Qingyuan’s still pressed up against A-Yuan’s cervix as the fawn comes, and he feels his dick slip in just a tiny bit further, the ring of muscle softened by his orgasm. He looks up to see if A-Yuan is in any pain, but the young man’s face is just glassy-eyed and drooling as his thighs twitch and tremble in their place resting around Yue Qingyuan’s waist.

He gently rubs against A-Yuan’s clit, drawing out the fawn’s pleasure as he rocks his hips in small circles, never pulling out, just slowly driving his length in deeper and deeper until finally he feels the muscle give under his ministrations. His fat cockhead pops through the opening, letting Yue Qingyuan’s hips suddenly impact into A-Yuan’s buttocks with a wet squelch. The younger man lets out a sharp moan at the sensation, wriggling his hips at the feeling of finally having the entirety of the stag’s length inside him.

Yue Qingyuan breathes sharply through his nose at the sensation of being buried inside of A-Yuan’s womb. He can feel the ring of muscle fitted tightly around his cock like a collar, resting just under his glans.

“What did you do?” A-Yuan slurs out, staring down at his stomach in bewilderment.

“I’m in your womb, A-Yuan.” Yue Qingyuan says gently, moving his hand off of A-Yuan’s clit and rubbing gently against the fawn’s stomach.

“That’s possible?” A-Yuan hisses, looking aghast.

“Of course it is.” Yue Qingyuan responds confidently, ignoring the fact all his sexual knowledge comes from the yellow books he studied in preparation for the day Xiao Jiu became his own. Some of those books contained some truly impossible things. Like having sex with a demon to cure Without-A-Cure. Truly, some people’s imaginations are boundless! Yue Qingyuan huffs out a soft laugh at the thought.

The fawn blinks at him slowly for a moment, clearly trying to still his hips from rocking against Yue Qingyuan’s dick, chasing the sensation of Yue Qingyuan’s bulbous cockhead butting up against the tender walls of his womb.

“Are you ready for me to start moving again?” Yue Qingyuan asks, running his hand along A-Yuan’s trembling flank. The flesh is damp with sweat under his palm.

“If you’re going to do it, just do it!” A-Yuan snaps, his cheeks flaming red as he stubbornly turns his face away, burying it into the sheets once more.

Yue Qingyuan sighs, deciding that’s probably the closest to a ‘yes’ he’s going to get at this point. He begins to rock his hips back and forth once more into A-Yuan’s trembling walls, groaning at the added stimulation of the tight ring of cervix wrapped around his length.

“Fuck, A-Yuan.” He bites out, his thrusts beginning to pick up their pace once more as he begins to properly batter the inside of A-Yuan’s womb. “You feel so good around me.”

He fucks forwards harder, the room filling with the muffled slapping sounds of his hips banging into A-Yuan’s buttocks over and over again. The poor thing will probably be unable to sit comfortably for the next few days. Yue Qingyuan’s cock presses against the mushy and sensitive walls of A-Yuan’s womb with each thrust, drawing out little huffy whimpers from the smaller man. His harsh thrusts churn up the viscous slick inside of A-Yuan into a slurry, dripping down his asscheeks as Yue Qingyuan drives his cock into the fawn’s sloppy pussy repeatedly.

Yue Qingyuan can feel he’s getting close, feel his member inside of A-Yuan beginning to swell, ready to dump his first load into the fawn’s small womb, pump the other man so full of cum that he will be leaking for weeks to come, branded from the inside as Yue Qingyuan’s.

He begins to rub at A-Yuan’s clit, wanting to experience that wonderful clenching bliss around his cock as he comes.

“Ngh! Too much!” A-Yuan whines, trying and failing to twist away from the stimulation on his poor reddened clit.

Yue Qingyuan keeps rubbing at it, drilling harshly into A-Yuan’s fucked-out pussy, feeling the warm and squishy wetness around his cock pulse, begging for Yue Qingyuan to come inside. It doesn’t take long for A-Yuan’s protests to die down, replaced by whining and begging moans, his head shaking from side to side in a way that Yue Qingyuan already knows will leave A-Yuan with the most terrible mats in his hair.

“Fuck, A-Yuan… I’m gonna cum–” Yue Qingyuan moans out, his rhythm becoming irregular as he chases down his own orgasm, never once stopping rubbing at A-Yuan’s clit as he draws the fawn closer and closer to coming on his cock yet again.

“Wait– Qi-ge!” A-Yuan yelps, his eyes wide and alarmed. “You can’t come inside! You’re gonna knock me up!” He tries to reach up and push Yue Qingyuan off him, but he’s already weaker compared to the stag and of what little strength he does have, the lion’s share has been sapped by his earlier orgasm. His small hands pushing futilely against Yue Qingyuan’s chest do nothing.

Yue Qingyuan moans at the image of A-Yuan knocked up. Most of the time for deer hybrids, their first litter is only a single baby. After that, they tend to have twins or triplets. He can only begin to imagine how much of a strain a baby will be on A-Yuan’s small body, especially if their baby ends up taking after Yue Qingyuan in size. With twins, A-Yuan will surely be bed bound in the final months, needing Yue Qingyuan to massage his swollen feet for him. His cock twitches inside A-Yuan at the thought.

Yue Qingyuan’s thumb on A-Yuan’s clit keeps rubbing, drawing a second orgasm out of the fawn. A-Yuan’s walls pulse around Yue Qingyuan’s dick as the smaller man comes with a wail, wetness gushing from him. It only takes a few thrusts until Yue Qingyuan is coming too, burying himself to the hilt and pumping load after load of come into A-Yuan’s fertile womb. He circles his hips, trying to drive his semen deeper still into A-Yuan’s body, no matter how impossible that might be.

A-Yuan’s stomach is no longer as flat as it once was. There’s a delicate pooch to the space where his womb rests under his skin, the area fat and full of Yue Qingyuan’s seed. He wonders is this is what it will look like in the early months, once A-Yuan starts showing. His dick, which had softened inside of A-Yuan’s cunt, begins to stiffen again at the thought.

A-Yuan blinks at Yue Qingyuan in alarm.

***

When the door to the bamboo house opens, the sun is beginning to set, bathing the house in golden light. The air is thick with the stench of sweat and come and sex, a heady mixture that urges Yue Qingyuan to keep fucking into the limp form underneath him. He has one hand wrapped around the fawn’s small tail, using it as leverage to help the younger man meet his every thrust. A-Yuan is on his knees, his arms slumped underneath him and his face twisted to one side so that he doesn’t suffocate while Yue Qingyuan ruts into him. He’d probably be fully flat to the bed right now if it weren’t for Yue Qingyuan holding his hips up to ensure A-Yuan is in the proper position to be bred.

He’s not sure if his little fawn is currently awake or not. A-Yuan has been drifting in and out of consciousness since the fifth round. He’d looked offended at the suggestion that it might be a sign that it was time to call it quits.

A-Yuan, pouting at Yue Qingyuan as he reached around to spread his cunt open, letting seed trickle from his puffy and reddened hole. “I thought you were gonna knock me up, gege? How are you supposed to do that if you don’t keep fucking me?”

Yue Qingyuan reaches down underneath A-Yuan to cup his stomach. The skin there is taut, rounded with too many loads of come to count, his stomach distended in a manner that would probably alarm most people. As it stands, the only thought in Yue Qingyuan’s mind is that A-Yuan is certain to be knocked up by now. That doesn’t stop him from continuing to thrust into the pliant body beneath him though.

“A-Yuan?” Xiao Jiu’s voice calls out. Yue Qingyuan thinks he can almost detect an undercurrent of worry to the man’s words.

“’n here, Jiu-ge!” A-Yuan manages to slur out. He’s awake, then.

Yue Qingyuan can hear Xiao Jiu prowling across the house before the door opens. His eyes widen as he takes in the sight before him. A-Yuan, bent over and being fucked into from behind by Yue Qingyuan, his eyes glassy with pleasure as drool runs from his mouth. The sheets beneath them are soaked with a mess of fluids, slick and semen running down the length of A-Yuan’s thigh. A-Yuan’s tummy, pumped so full of cum it looks as if he’s already six months pregnant.

“Hello, Qingqiu.” Yue Qingyuan nods in greeting, his hips still smacking into A-Yuan’s rear.

Xiao Jiu steps closer, warily watching to see if Yue Qingyuan will react negatively. It’s a foolish worry, Yue Qingyuan thinks. Any barriers put in place between him and Xiao Jiu were put there by the jackal.

The jackal in question reaches out and gently brushes some hair out of A-Yuan’s face. The fawn blinks slowly at Xiao Jiu, butting his head up into the hand with what little energy he has. He grins shakily at the other man.

“You do know what’s happening, yes?” Xiao Jiu asks, his brows furrowed as he watches A-Yuan.

“Mn, Qi-ge is gonna give me a baby.” A-Yuan responds.

Xiao Jiu looks at the swollen state of A-Yuan’s stomach and raises a brow. “This one would be exceedingly surprised if Qi-ge has not already given you a baby.”

Maybe some people might be embarrassed if they came just from the sound of a childhood nickname, but Yue Qingyuan is not one of those people. He immediately dumps a hot load of cum into A-Yuan’s womb upon hearing the name ‘Qi-ge’ pass Xiao Jiu’s lips. A-Yuan just makes a soft, happy noise at the feeling of cum pouring into his body. It’s not even a sexual sound, really. More like the noise a kitten makes when it snuggles into a blanket.

Xiao Jiu stares at Yue Qingyuan. “Did you just…”

“Yes.” Yue Qingyuan responds, staring directly at Xiao Jiu.

“I see.” The jackal says dryly. “Do you want me to knot him?”

Yue Qingyuan looks down at where his cum is dripping out around the edge of his cock. Once he pulls out, he knows a deluge will follow. It’s not like there’s any risk of Xiao Jiu getting A-Yuan pregnant, and a knot will surely only improve the odds of his seed taking. “If it is what Qingqiu wishes.”

Xiao Jiu makes a complicated expression as the name ‘Qingqiu’ passes Yue Qingyuan’s lips. “If we’re doing this, you might as well call me by that ridiculous name.” He huffs out, turning his head away as if that will cover the pink dusting his cheeks. He turns his attention to A-Yuan, not giving Yue Qingyuan room to respond. “A-Yuan? How would you like it if I knotted you?”

A-Yuan makes an interested noise, peering up at Xiao Jiu. “That’s how you make sure your mate gets pregnant, right?”

“Exactly.” The tone Xiao Jiu uses is almost tender, or at least as close to it as the man can get. “It’ll plug you up so Qi-ge’s seed takes.”

Yue Qingyuan feels himself jolt at hearing that name pass through Xiao Jiu’s lips yet again, and his cock blurts out a pathetic dribble of cum in response. He wets his lips. “I’ll need to pull out, so Xiao Jiu…” He hesitates, looking over at Xiao Jiu to see if the man will fly into a rage upon hearing Yue Qingyuan say that name. The jackal remains impassive, with the exception of the two little spots of colour high up on his cheekbones. “…So Xiao Jiu can knot you, okay?”

The only response to that A-Yuan gives is a sleepy murmur as he snuggles his face into the sheets.

***

“No.” A-Yuan huffs out, crossing his arms as he glares up at Yue Qingyuan.

“What do you mean, ‘no’?” Yue Qingyuan questions, bewildered by A-Yuan’s attitude.

“It means no!” A-Yuan shouts, scowling up at the stag in front of him.

“A-Yuan, dearest, we both know I’m the father. You can’t just deny that.” Yue Qingyuan says a little desperately.

“I can and I will.” A-Yuan argues. “Just because you forced yourself on me like some kind of brute, doesn’t mean I will happily play mama and papa with you.”

Yue Qingyuan raises his eyebrows. “I distinctly recall someone pouting when I attempted to stop fucking you.”

“That doesn’t count!” A-Yuan hisses, his face flaming red. “I wasn’t in my right mind at that point!”

Yue Qingyuan feels a smile overtake his face, spreading like oil. “So A-Yuan was so overcome by me, he was unable to think properly?”

The fawn takes a quick step away from Yue Qingyuan, turning his face to the side as if that small action will spare him any dignity. “Don’t say it like that.”

“My apologies. How else should I say it? That A-Yuan was so addicted to being bred that–”

“Shut up!” A-Yuan cuts him off, his ears flicking in clear irritation. Yue Qingyuan shamelessly looks down to where A-Yuan’s chest is covered by his folded arms. It’s such a shame that the fawn has taken to always wearing at minimum an inner robe around him. He’d love to be able to see the ways in which A-Yuan’s body is already responding to the pregnancy.

“If you don’t allow me to claim responsibility, people will think you’re…” Yue Qingyuan trails off, mouth twisting into an unhappy line at the thought of people making such assumptions about the little fawn in front of him.

It’s not like they probably weren’t already, what with Xiao Jiu guarding A-Yuan with some strange chimera of the jealousy reserved for one’s mate and the protectiveness reserved for one’s offspring. But at least that would be seen as just playing around. People might think A-Yuan would be willing to take any marriage offer given, with such absolute proof that he had been used prior to marriage.

“Let them think that, then.” A-Yuan says with a shrug, as if what he’s describing wouldn’t ruin his every standing in the eyes of dignified society.

“A-Yuan. Be sensible.” Yue Qingyuan begs. “If you do this, it will follow you and the child for the rest of their life.”

The confidence on the fawn’s face falters as his child is mentioned. Seemingly unconsciously, one of his hands drifts down to cup his stomach, as if trying to shield the fledgeling thing inside of himself from the outside world.

“Won’t my reputation already be damaged if I am pregnant and unwed?” He challenges.

“So long as you allow me to claim responsibility, it will be little more than a judgemental whisper.” Yue Qingyuan counters, trying very hard to not take this as an invitation to propose on the spot to A-Yuan. Surely there must be an auspicious date for a wedding before A-Yuan starts showing too heavily? Perhaps they can simply claim the child was premature?

A-Yuan chews on his lip for a moment, staring down at his stomach, before seeming to come to a decision. “Qi-ge should endeavour to make himself worthy of being a father before the baby is born, then.”

Yue Qingyuan blinks. “Pardon?”

“If Qi-ge wants me to claim him as the father of my child, then he needs to earn that right before the baby is born. Otherwise, my child will be born with no father.” A-Yuan says, stepping closer to Yue Qingyuan, making the man’s hands twitch with the urge to clutch the little fawn tight against him.

“People will wonder why I didn’t take responsibility immediately.” Yue Qingyuan’s voice comes out in a dry croak. He wonders what it says about him, that having a beautiful person scheme against him makes him so hard that he feels like he could carve stone.

“We can say we befell some kind of curse.” A-Yuan shrugs dismissively. “Something that made us forget all intimate memories with one another until we developed those feelings once more.”

Yue Qingyuan frowns. “Is there really such a curse?”

A-Yuan rolls his eyes. “Qi-ge, there are at least twenty of those curses. One must imagine that at some point, either people got unoriginal in their ideas, or somehow forgot about the nineteen other nigh-identical curses that already exist.”

Yue Qingyuan considers his options. He could grab A-Yuan right now and lock him up inside of his personal chambers, but that would probably upset Xiao Jiu. Also, it would likely make A-Yuan cross with him. If he takes the offer A-Yuan is giving him, it will probably result in some talk, but it’s not insurmountable.

“Very well.” Yue Qingyuan dips his head in a nod. “I shall prove myself worthy of being the father of your child.”

He can handle this.

***

He cannot handle this.

Yue Qingyuan grits his teeth as Liu Qingge approaches A-Yuan for the third time in as many days. He stands far apart from the pair, but he can still clearly make out their conversation with his enhanced hearing.

“Shen Yuan must know that there are many who would happily take responsibility for him and his child, even if they did not sire it themselves.” The bull says, reaching out to gently touch A-Yuan’s arm.

“This one is aware, Liu-shishu.” The fawn says with a pretty smile. It makes the corners of his eyes crinkle up. Yue Qingyuan wishes it was directed at him. “After all, Liu-shishu has said this to me many times before.”

Yue Qingyuan wonders if A-Yuan is truly so thick-skulled as to genuinely not realise that the Bai Zhan Peak Lord is offering to court him. Depressingly, he thinks A-Yuan might genuinely believe that the other man is attempting to offer him comfort after being supposedly knocked up and abandoned.

He understands now that he was a fool for not locking A-Yuan up until the younger man relented and agreed to be Yue Qingyuan’s wife. The pregnancy has only made the fawn more radiant, bringing a healthy glow to his skin. It is a little hard to tell through the robes, but there is already an undeniable swell to his stomach, slight but there, that can do naught but make the men who look upon him salivate at the idea of that being their own progeny growing inside of A-Yuan’s womb.

While before, Yue Qingyuan had only had to suffer through people attempting to court A-Yuan whenever they ran into him, now they seek him out for such purposes. His fertility has made itself apparent, and now all number of suitors wish to take that for their own. What’s more, with the gossip and scandal surrounding A-Yuan claiming not to know who sired the chid, people seem to think that he will be desperate enough to accept any suit offered to him.

Xiao Jiu and Yue Qingyuan have spent many nights gleefully feeding the pathetic letters A-Yuan’s admirers have sent them into the fire. From all across the cultivation world, people have offered to marry A-Yuan, some even going so far as to say that they will claim A-Yuan’s bastard as their own first-born. Yue Qingyuan doesn’t want to know what new method of teasing him A-Yuan would create if he were aware of such letters.

“It simply isn’t right, that the father would abandon you after…” Liu Qingge trails off, his cheeks turning rosy.

“You can say breeding me, Liu-shishu.” A-Yuan says with amusement. “We’re both adults, and it’s not as if the baby will hear you.”

Poor Liu Qingge’s face looks as if he’s just eaten a chilli pepper. “Very well. Abandoning Shen Yuan after… doing that. It’s not right!”

A-Yuan shrugs. “That may be the case, Liu-shishu, but these are the circumstances we’re in.” He says it mournfully, as if he did not create the circumstances himself.

“Is Shen Yuan certain that he does not know who it could be?” Liu Qingge sounds desperate. Yue Qingyuan wonders what the man intends to do. Perhaps seek the sire out and drag him back to A-Yuan like he’s a criminal, force him to take accountability for his actions. It would certainly shoot his clear goal of taking A-Yuan for himself in the foot. Perhaps if he were a little less noble, he could’ve managed to make A-Yuan his. No matter. Yue Qingyuan managed to get to the fawn first. It’s hardly his fault that none of A-Yuan’s other admirers took the initiative like he did.

“There truly is no way for this one to know.” A-Yuan sighs. “This one has been trying to think through every possible candidate, and none seem to fit.”

Liu Qingge chokes slightly at A-Yuan’s words. Yue Qingyuan wonders if the fawn is aware of what he keeps implying. He surely must be.

“Shen Yuan truly is a worldly man…” Liu Qingge mutters out, looking dazed.

“This one can hardly claim to be worldly.” A-Yuan says with a laugh. “He simply has known many men, and none of them could have… well…” He gestures at his stomach.

“Are deer uncommon in your… travels, then?” Liu Qingge asks. Not for the first time, Yue Qingyuan finds himself grateful for the bull’s inability to speak frankly when it comes to matters such as these.

“Not exceedingly uncommon, no.” A-Yuan blinks, confused by this line of questioning. “This one has never been particularly close with any though.”

“What about Sect Leader Yue?” Liu Qingge asks. “This one thought you were close with him.”

A-Yuan looks over to where Yue Qingyuan is standing. He tries to make it look like he hasn’t been listening in on their conversation.

“Well, that’s different. Qi-ge and I have never…” His face flushes red and stares down at his stomach. Yue Qingyuan wonders if A-Yuan is remembering the circumstances under which that bump came to be put there.

Liu Qingge sighs, previously unseen tension easing from his shoulders. Yue Qingyuan wonders if that relief comes from the belief that he will not have to force his own Sect Leader to take accountability for his offspring. Such circumstances would likely rankle the bull’s strict sensibilities about such topics.

“Well.” Liu Qingge reaches out to take A-Yuan’s hand. The fawn startles at the physical contact but accepts it with a confused smile regardless. “I am here for Shen Yuan, should he decide to accept my offer.” The bull turns around and walks away, leaving A-Yuan staring in confusion after him.

“…What offer?” A-Yuan mutters to himself in confusion.

***

Yue Qingyuan approaches the bamboo house with no small degree of concern. Xiao Jiu had sent over a disciple some time earlier to request the Sect Leader come over to Qing Jing for a meeting. He’s not sure what the topic of the meeting will be.

When he reaches the door, he raps his knuckles gently against it, and then waits for an answer. There is no reply but the sound of wind blowing through the bamboo.

He knocks again, harder this time, and the door swings open slightly under the pressure. There’s a sense of unease building in the stag’s gut, like something has gone horribly wrong. What if Xiao Jiu is in danger? What if something happened to A-Yuan?

It’s a difficult squeeze to get through the door to the bamboo house. Xiao Jiu may claim that it’s incidental that the doorway is only just wide enough for Yue Qingyuan’s antlers, but he’s pretty sure it was deliberate, based on the awful grating noise that greets his ears as the edges of them snag against the door frame. He’s almost certain that some of his velvet got scraped off on the way in.

Now he’s inside the house, he finds his ears catching on noises they had not been able to hear before, due to him being outside of the limits of Xiao Jiu’s privacy barriers. He lets the door shut behind him, not wanting to include the outside world in this moment.

He can hear heavy breaths coming from Xiao Jiu’s study, soft little whimpering noises breaking through every so often that reach into Yue Qingyuan’s chest and tug on his heartstrings.

Yue Qingyuan makes his way to the study, taking every effort to muffle the sound on his hooves on the floor as he approaches. When he gets to the doorway, he cautiously peeks around the edge of it, and his breath catches in his chest at the sight.

Xiao Jiu is sat in his chair, looking regal as can be. His long black hair flows down his shoulders like ink. His robes are opened slightly at the chest, baring his alabaster skin for any to see, lightly gleaming with exertion.

In his lap sits A-Yuan, looking so sweet and delectable that Yue Qingyuan has to fight the urge to run over and wrap him up into his arms. His head is bowed down slightly, his hair falling down in a curtain around his face. He is naked as he so often is within the house, and his skin is flushed with a delightful pink all over as his chest heaves up and down. Yue Qingyuan spies a bead of sweat running down the fawn’s neck and pooling into the divot of his collarbones. He is struck with the strangest urge to lap it up.

There is a small, but noticeable bump on A-Yuan’s belly, just enough to be cradled, which A-Yuan is doing, even as he perches in Xiao Jiu’s lap. Yue Qingyuan’s greedy eyes hone in on the bare pinkness of A-Yuan’s pussy, surrounded by brown fur. It’s spread wide around something, wider even than Yue Qingyuan’s own cock. He rocks back and forth upon it, mindlessly chasing stimulation.

A-Yuan’s pretty pink clit twitches sporadically, as if it wishes for some attention to be paid to it. Greedy little thing. A gentle chuff of air breaks from Yue Qingyuan’s lungs at the thought, and Xiao Jiu’s attention snaps to him. A-Yuan doesn’t seem to register the change in atmosphere, so wrapped up in his own pleasure.

“A-Yuan.” Xiao Jiu calls out, his voice roughened by pleasure. Yue Qingyuan really can’t blame him for such a reaction, he himself knows how overwhelming the tight wet heat of A-Yuan’s cunt really is. Clearly the two of them must have just finished their coupling recently, based on the knot currently stretching A-Yuan’s poor pussy to its limits. He can spy the slight froth of white cum around the spread-wide rim of A-Yuan’s cunt, threatening to break free.

“Mn…?” A-Yuan responds, his head lifting dazedly to look over at Xiao Jiu.

“Do you think we should put on a show for our guest?” Xiao Jiu’s voice is transparently mocking.

“…Guest?” A-Yuan questions, turning bleary eyes to Yue Qingyuan. It takes him a few seconds to process what he’s seeing, but the moment he does, his ears twitch in shock, and his eyes widen as an endearing flush overtakes his face, accompanied by a sweet little pout. Ah. The fawn is still pretending to hold a grudge, it seems.

“Xiao Jiu, A-Yuan.” Yue Qingyuan greets cautiously, surprised by how breathy his own voice sounds. He supposes it’s a bit late to pretend to be unaffected, anyhow, seeing as his cock is pressing against the confines of his robe, its thickness tenting the fabric.

A-Yuan stares at it with an expression not unlike hunger, and Yue Qingyuan is left reeling by the possibilities such a face puts into his mind. Perhaps A-Yuan might be the type to enjoy dropping to his knees to welcome his husband home, sucking and lapping the grime of the day from Yue Qingyuan’s skin. Maybe even someday he might allow Yue Qingyuan and Xiao Jiu to take him at the same time, the stag driving into his sloppy pussy while the jackal knots his jaw, forcing A-Yuan to gulp down load after load of Xiao Jiu’s potent cum.

“Stay there.” Xiao Jiu sneers, his voice an icy command that runs through Yue Qingyuan like a dip in the Luo River.

Yue Qingyuan nods his head slightly in supplication, revelling in the smirk it brings to Xiao Jiu’s face.

The jackal’s hands move to grip at the softened edges of A-Yuan’s hips. The fawn has gained a little weight since the last time Yue Qingyuan saw him bare, his body readying itself for motherhood. It suits him well.

“Remember how mean Qi-ge was?” Xiao Jiu coos out into A-Yuan’s ear, his voice rich and dark. He’s playing dirty, using that name, Yue Qingyuan thinks with a whine. If A-Yuan weren’t here, Yue Qingyuan would feel sorely tempted to hold Xiao Jiu accountable for the state he just put Yue Qingyuan into.

A-Yuan gives a shaky nod in response, his eyes rising to meet the stag’s, fixing Yue Qingyuan with a stare even as his cheeks redden. He wonders if these two rehearsed this, or if they are just naturally so in sync with one another.

Xiao Jiu’s hands tighten on the fattened softness of A-Yuan’s hips, his nails pricking the skin there and causing fat droplets of blood to roll down A-Yuan’s moon-white skin. He begins to rock A-Yuan back and forth on his knot.

It seems that since Yue Qingyuan arrived, Xiao Jiu’s knot has shrunk a little, and this shifting back and forth is causing thick white bands of cum to drip down Xiao Jiu’s knot and smear over his balls.

A-Yuan is letting out the most delightful little noises as this happens. His lips are parted on an exhale that seems to never end, breathy gasps and moans filling the air of the study.

Yue Qingyuan reaches into his robes and wraps a hand around his throbbing length, stroking it into full hardness (not that it wasn’t almost there without a single touch). Yue Qingyuan drags his hand up from the root of his cock to the tip, playing with the foreskin there and smearing the translucent precum there over the head of his dick.

“Look, A-Yuan.” Xiao Jiu orders, his voice a whisper of silk as it cuts through the slick sounds of A-Yuan rutting against his knot. The fawn’s rhythm has developed a tempo of its own; even as one of Xiao Jiu’s hands loosens its grasp to dip down and begin coquettishly running back and forth along the taut skin of A-Yuan’s entrance, the young man’s rhythm doesn’t falter.

A-Yuan’s gaze droops back down to look at Yue Qingyuan’s exposed cock. It’s flushed red and throbbing, and as the man jerks himself off, his hips twitch as if searching for something to properly bury his girth into.

The precum eases the way, turning the sensation of a hand against his member into something smoother than just skin on skin. Usually, this would be enough for him, but with A-Yuan’s eyes on him, Yue Qingyuan finds the urge to put on a show stirring between his ribs. It seems awfully unfair, that Xiao Jiu and A-Yuan should only be doing the tempting, as opposed to being tempted.

Yue Qingyuan lets a fat glob of saliva drip from his lips and onto the head of his cock, hissing between his teeth at the sensation. He rubs his palm against the ruddy head of it, slathering slick wetness over his cockhead and his palm, before returning to jerking himself off.

His cock glistens wetly. Xiao Jiu makes a faintly disgusted noise at the visual, but A-Yuan lets out a broken whine, his hips jerking forwards as if he wishes to bury Yue Qingyuan’s cock inside his hole instead, never mind that it’s already plugged full.

Xiao Jiu’s fingers shift from tracing the pinkened skin of A-Yuan’s cunt to instead resting upon the fawn’s clit. A-Yuan makes a shuddery gasping noise, holding himself still and waiting to Xiao Jiu to begin rubbing the hard little nub. Instead, the jackal holds his hand still. A-Yuan blinks in confusion, his lips pursed adorably. He makes a small, frustrated noise.

“Gege…” The fawn whines out, his expression dangerously close to a pout.

“Hm?” Xiao Jiu responds. His smirk is audible.

“Please, touch me…” A-Yuan whimpers, wriggling his hips in frustration, then making a sharp moan as Xiao Jiu’s cock clearly presses against a good spot. He loses himself for a moment, rocking his hips as he attempts to chase that sensation again.

“You’re in control of your own limbs, aren’t you?” Xiao Jiu questions, his voice cool. He sounds like he’s talking to one of his students who have failed to live up to his expectations, an association that really shouldn’t cause Yue Qingyuan’s grasp on himself to tighten. A-Yuan nods slowly in response, eyes flickering as his attempts to understand Xiao Jiu’s meaning cuts through the haze of pleasure in them.

Cautiously, he tips his hips forwards, pressing the soft mound of his cunt into Xiao Jiu’s hand. The jackal’s hand responds back with an equal pressure, not budging from where it hovers in the air.

“I knew you were clever enough to figure it out.” Xiao Jiu praises, grinning in amusement as the words cause A-Yuan’s cheeks to colour prettily in pleasure.

Now aware of the rules of this game, A-Yuan returns to rocking his hips up into Xiao Jiu’s hand, twisting and rotating them to force Xiao Jiu’s fingers to rub over the hardened nub of his clit.

A-Yuan’s face is scrunched up in pleasure, his breaths coming in heavier pants as he ruts against Xiao Jiu’s hand, acting like some kind of puppy humping a pillow.

Yue Qingyuan squeezes around the base of his cock at the alluring sight, not wanting to cum before the pair in front of him. Pre-cum dribbles out of his cockhead, gliding slickly down his knuckles.

The fawn’s back is bent at an awkward angle so as to gain stimulation on his clit, and as he humps against Xiao Jiu’s fingers, he lets out a soft noise of discomfort, moving to rest his hand against the small of his back. He slumps back against the solid shape of Xiao Jiu’s chest, the pleasure on his face from the strain being gone almost equivalent to the pleasure he had shown from getting his pussy played with.

Xiao Jiu’s hand continues to hover in the air, a tiny space of distance between A-Yuan’s cunt and his fingertips. This distance, however, is still insurmountable if A-Yuan wishes to laze against Xiao Jiu’s chest, his hips rocking in restless circles.

A-Yuan scowls and his ear flicks in irritation before he reaches out and grabs Xiao Jiu’s hand, dragging it to press against his clit. He lets go, and Xiao Jiu’s hand begins to pull away again. From his vantage on the floor, Yue Qingyuan can see Xiao Jiu’s eyes glitter in amusement. The stag and the jackal’s eyes lock for a second, sharing in this humour at the sweet fawn’s predicament, before Xiao Jiu catches himself and looks away.

“No!” A-Yuan huffs out, grabbing at Xiao Jiu’s hand again and dragging the offending limb back to press against his clit. This time, he doesn’t let go of Xiao Jiu’s wrist, instead keeping it pressed against him as he humps up into the firm touch.

A-Yuan’s head tips back with a tremulous moan, his eyes fluttering shut as he finally gets what he wants, riding out the pleasure of a firm touch against his sensitive clit. His thighs tremble with his movements, and the circular motions of his hips begin to speed up.

The fawn’s moans pitch up higher and higher as he chases down his orgasm, and Yue Qingyuan finds the tempo of his hand on his cock speeding up to match. Even Xiao Jiu doesn’t look unaffected, his jaw clenched and his breaths coming out heavier. Yue Qingyuan knows from experience that at this point, A-Yuan’s cunt must be fluttering around the bulbous shape of Xiao Jiu’s knot. He wonders if it’s sensitive, having been inflated for so long.

A-Yuan’s rocking hips grow more frantic, and his spine arches, as if he can’t tell if he wants to fall further into pleasure or if he wants to escape it. Xiao Jiu’s other hand on his hip, still locked in a bruising grip, makes that choice for him, preventing the fawn from struggling away from the stimulation.

With a final cry, A-Yuan comes, his grip around Xiao Jiu’s wrist tightening until his knuckles turn white, forcing the touch against his clit to become so heavy that it cannot possibly be comfortable.

His cunt spasms around Xiao Jiu’s knot, clear slick leaking out of the fawn and wetting the fur around his cunt. Xiao Jiu groans, and his hips buck up into A-Yuan’s wet heat, his knot reinflating before it was even done deflating. A-Yuan lets out a soft, sweet sound at the feeling of yet more warmth flooding his walls. It’s almost a shame he’s already pregnant, because otherwise Yue Qingyuan is certain he would be able to see A-Yuan’s belly pooch out a little from the thick load just dumped inside of him.

The stag’s hand works over his own length furiously, the slick sound of fapping filling the room until finally he comes with a moan. His body almost doubles over with the intensity of it, white strings of semen spilling out onto the floor beneath him, shooting out like paint spatters.

The trio are quiet for a moment, each basking in their own afterglows, nothing but heavy breaths being spoken between them. A bird chirps outside.

“You better wipe that off the floor before you leave, or else I will have A-Yuan lick it up.” Xiao Jiu grits out, one eye cracked open to glare at Yue Qingyuan. The effect of his infamous glare is somewhat lessened by the way that his hair is plastered against his damp skin, and the high flush on his cheekbones.

From his lap, A-Yuan squints down at the cum cooling on the floor, and licks his lips.

***

“What do you want?” A-Yuan asks, walking into Yue Qingyuan’s office. His hair is mussed, as if it’s been windswept. Yue Qingyuan wonders if Xiao Jiu flew the fawn over, following his missive arriving at Qing Jing Peak.

“I want to apologise.” Yue Qingyuan starts.

“This again?” A-Yuan scowls. “It hasn’t worked the last times you tried, Qi-ge. You can’t just buy me pretty trinkets and expect me to forgive you for sticking your dick in me when I expressly told you not to. I don’t think you really feel bad about it! You’re just upset that I won’t let you take credit for it!”

Yue Qingyuan nods, allowing A-Yuan to get his protests out of his system. It’s not like the fawn is wrong, really. Yue Qingyuan sees no reason as to why he should feel bad for breeding A-Yuan. It’s hardly as if A-Yuan didn’t enjoy it. Had he been more subtle in his approaches, he doesn’t think he would have ever been able to make A-Yuan realise his true intentions. He could have been direct without pinning the fawn down, he supposes, but he thinks that if he had done that, A-Yuan would have fled.

Truly, this was the only course of action that could have been taken.

“Mn.” Yue Qingyuan says in response, neither a denial nor an agreement. A-Yuan flushes red. Yue Qingyuan wonders if the fawn is going to throw something at him. It’s quite an endearing trait of A-Yuan’s, in the stag’s opinion.

“Regardless, this time I think I have a suitable apology.” Yue Qingyuan says, folding his hands on his desk. “Would A-Yuan like to sit?”

“A-Yuan would like to sit, because someone put an enormous fucking baby in his stomach.” A-Yuan gripes, moving to sit in one of the chairs Yue Qingyuan put out in preparation for the fawn’s visit.

“My apologies.” Yue Qingyuan says, not bothering to hide the smugness on his face at A-Yuan’s words. “You look well.” He offers.

“I don’t feel well.” The fawn replies, glaring at Yue Qingyuan. “I can’t keep down anything more flavourful than congee.”

Yue Qingyuan frowns, concerned. “Is that normal? I had heard mothers often struggle with morning sickness, but if it’s happening with any food, perhaps you should go speak to Mu Qingfang?”

“I already have.”

“And…?” Yue Qingyuan prompts.

“And I learned that clearly whoever named it ‘morning’ sickness is a liar who has probably never been pregnant. Apparently, it’s completely normal to happen at any time of day.” A-Yuan says with a huff. “Do you know what it’s like to crave mooncakes when no vendors are selling them, and then to not even be able to keep them down once you actually get your hands on some?”

Yue Qingyuan feels his heart clench in sympathy. “That does sound difficult. Once the nausea abates, or once the baby is born, I promise I will make you a meal with everything you have craved and been unable to eat.”

A-Yuan cautiously looks at him, a light flush on his cheeks. “Really?”

“Really.” Yue Qingyuan promises.

“You don’t have to do that.” A-Yuan says softly, playing with his fingers.

“You’re the mother of my child. Is it so wrong for me to want to spoil you?” Yue Qingyuan’s voice is warm as he speaks, unable and unwilling to hold back the smile on his face as A-Yuan ducks his head bashfully.

“That would be fine, I suppose.” A-Yuan mumbles out. “We probably don’t need to include pickled plums, though.”

“Why pickled plums?”

“I’ve just been craving them non-stop for the past week. I don’t even usually like them all that much, to be honest.” A-Yuan says with a little laugh.

“Very well.” Yue Qingyuan inclines his head slightly. “You tell me which of your cravings you actually want to eat, and I will make sure to procure them for you.”

“Thank you.” A-Yuan tilts his head. “Was that the apology gift you called me in to receive? It’s much better than getting me fans that Jiu-ge will inevitably either throw away for being sub-par… or steal for himself.”

Yue Qingyuan grimaces a little at the reminder of the last failure of an apology gift. “Yes, in hindsight that wasn’t the best idea for a gift. However, no. A feast is just me doing my duty as the father of your child. Your gift is something else.”

A-Yuan sighs. “It had better not be something useless and expensive again.” He warns, eyeing Yue Qingyuan dubiously. “The jade sculpture was pretty, but that price…”

Yue Qingyuan sighs inwardly. He had hoped telling A-Yuan the cost of the item would prove how capable of being a provider he was, but all it had done was make the fawn’s face turn white; then attempt to find a place in the house to put it where it was in no danger of getting damaged. Yue Qingyuan is fairly certain it ended up in the cupboard in Xiao Jiu’s room, the one that requires a qi signature to open.

“No, it’s not expensive. It doesn’t technically cost anything at all.” Yue Qingyuan says with a smile.

“What is it, then?” A-Yuan asks, leaning towards Yue Qingyuan, his eyes beginning to glint with curiosity.

“A-Yuan is aware that it is currently mating season for a number of demonic beasts, yes?”

“Of course. Were I not here, I would currently be observing their mating practices.” A-Yuan responds. “There really isn’t enough documentation of their mating rituals. Probably because they generally occur in habitats not suited to mortals.”

“Well, this one believes he has acquired the knowledge as to where a specific demonic beast has built its nest.” Yue Qingyuan says. Technically, Liu Qingge was the one who reported it to him, but Yue Qingyuan was the one who ordered him to scout for it, so it counts, right?

“Which beast?” A-Yuan says, looking dismissive. It’s a fair reaction. He seems to have seen more and know more about demonic creatures than even scholars who would claim themselves as being experts in the field of demons. Yue Qingyuan would wager A-Yuan probably knows more about demonic beasts than demons themselves. This creature, however…

“It’s the Poison-Footed Beaver-Duck.”

“It’s the what?” A-Yuan’s head shoots up so fast that Yue Qingyuan is a little worried he’ll strain his neck.

“Of course, it is hard to confirm, what with them never being drawn, but the creature certainly matches every description given of it.” Yue Qingyuan says with a smile.

“Even the bird snout?” A-Yuan asks excitedly, leaning towards Yue Qingyuan as if drawn by a magnet.

“Even the bird snout.” Yue Qingyuan nods.

“How soon until you take me?”

“Within the next month, I would prefer for you not to travel while too heavily pregnant.”

A-Yuan nods, seeming even more pleased at this information. “It’s been heard that they usually begin building nests within 10 days of them laying their eggs… If we go within the next month, we should be able to see the young while they’re still feeding from their mother. I’ve heard the most fascinating things about how they lactate…”

Yue Qingyuan feels helplessly fond as he hears A-Yuan ramble about preparations for the trip, about what supplies he’ll need to bring to document the creature. “Do you feel it’s a suitable gift?”

A-Yuan cuts himself off, blinking up at Yue Qingyuan as if he had forgotten the stag was there. His cheeks colour slightly. “It’s a good gift.” He concedes. “And… If you can behave on the trip, then I suppose that will be proof that… you know…” His voice shrinks as he speaks, trailing off until he’s staring fixedly into a corner, as if that will hide how red his cheeks are.

Yue Qingyuan perks up at A-Yuan’s mention of bringing him on the trip. He had hoped, of course that he would be the one lucky enough to be A-Yuan’s escort, and had been prepared to send Liu Qingge off on a mission so as to disqualify him from the running, but for the suggestion to come from A-Yuan himself, with no further prompting? His smile widens.

“This one promises to be a consummate gentleman.”

***

“Qi-ge…” A-Yuan says dubiously, staring at Yue Qingyuan from the doorway of the bamboo house. He has a robe on, though it is not nearly enough for him to have any real capacity of modesty. Yue Qingyuan wants to get the tiny fawn in front of him inside of the house as fast as possible, lest someone walk past the house and offer to marry the young man for the sake of ‘propriety’. He wonders if A-Yuan always answers the door in such a get up these days, or if this is yet another attempt to punish him.

“Hello A-Yuan.” Yue Qingyuan says smoothly, looking down at where the fabric of A-Yuan’s scant robe drapes over the bump of his stomach. He wonders if A-Yuan will let him touch it today. “Is Xiao Jiu in?”

“No, Qi-ge is teaching a class. Oughtn’t the sect leader know that?” A-Yuan responds, clearly informing Yue Qingyuan that he’s not going to easily fall for whatever ploy the stag is attempting.

“Ah yes, I remember that now.” Yue Qingyuan lies, stepping forwards and watching as A-Yuan flushes at the proximity. “Ah, but I came all this way… Won’t A-Yuan invite me in for tea?”

The fawn huffs slightly, before rolling his eyes. “Very well.” He steps to the side, inviting Yue Qingyuan into the abode.

Yue Qingyuan walks into the house, hearing as A-Yuan shuts the door behind him, and feeling the slight flare of spiritual energy that comes from the privacy talismans automatically activating. Xiao Jiu’s paranoia is really quite helpful sometimes.

He reaches out towards A-Yuan, wrapping a hand around the smaller man’s arm. The fawn jolts slightly, staring up at Yue Qingyuan with wide eyes, acting as if he doesn’t know what to do with the stag’s touch.

“How are you to be my wife if you won't even let me touch you?” Yue Qingyuan asks, running a hand along A-Yuan's side. The fabric of his robe rucks up under his hand, causing the neckline to delicately gape. It exposes the creamy white swell of his breasts, plump and ripe from the fawn's pregnancy.

“I– who said anything about me being your wife?” A-Yuan stammers out, scandalised by the suggestion, as if his belly is not currently round with Yue Qingyuan’s progeny.

“A-Yuan. You're currently pregnant with my child. I won't have you be an unwed mother.” Yue Qingyuan says softly, taking the fawn's face in hand and tilting it up to look him in the eyes.

“It's not exactly like you gave me much choice in the matter.” A-Yuan huffs, scowling up at Yue Qingyuan.

“And I have apologised for that.” Yue Qingyuan responds, running a thumb along A-Yuan’s cheekbone. “But it's hardly as if you can say you disliked it, A-Yuan. I still remember how you shook to pieces on my cock, whining and begging for my cum to stay inside you.”

A-Yuan flushes beet red, his mouth opening and closing as he struggles for words. “I– You–!”

“Please, A-Yuan?” Yue Qingyuan groans out, sounding for all the world as if he's just been punched in the gut.

A-Yuan averts his eyes, his ears flicking slightly. “Do what you want.” He bites out, stepping back from Yue Qingyuan’s hold. He begins to fumble with the ties of his robe, unravelling the flimsy layer that separates Yue Qingyuan from his perfect little body. The robe slides from his shoulders and into the crooks of his arms, the fabric parting like water to reveal his form.

Yue Qingyuan fights back the urge to drop to his knees in worship at that very second. A-Yuan's body is as beautiful as it was the last time Yue Qingyuan saw it, the only things marring his flawless appearance being a smattering of faded fingerprint bruises on his hips. He reaches out with a reverent hand and traces over those marks.

“Has Xiao-Jiu been neglecting you?” Yue Qingyuan asks with a frown.

“He's worried we'll hurt the baby.” A-Yuan says with a little pout. “Even though I asked Mu Qingfang and he said it's fine, so long as I'm being careful to not strain myself or put too much weight on my belly!”

“Poor thing.” Yue Qingyuan coos, his eyes greedily roving over the mother of his child's body. He gently runs his hand along the swell of A-Yuan's tummy, in awe and disbelief that there really is a life growing in there. He's only five months along, and yet his stomach already looks startlingly big. He supposes it's an inevitability, seeing how tiny A-Yuan is. His hand dips lower, feeling the softness of the fawn's fur against his hand, before finding its way to the bare flesh of A-Yuan's sweet little cunt. To his surprise, it's wet to the touch. He withdraws his hand, looking at the slick coating his fingers.

“What's this?” His voice comes out in an amused rumble. “Was A-Yuan having some fun before I arrived?” He raises his hand to his mouth and laps the slick off of his fingers with a pleased little sound, ignoring the choking noise the younger man makes at the sight.

“A-Yuan was trying to have some fun.” The young man grouches, having taken a moment to recuperate himself. “A-Yuan can't make himself cum anymore ever since Qi-ge's stupid dick ruined masturbation for him.”

Yue Qingyuan lets out a low groan at the admission, his hand spasming in the air slightly. “Well, far be it from me to leave my wife suffering.”

A-Yuan colours slightly. “Again with this wife nonsense!”

“It's not nonsense, beloved. Our child shall not be born out of wedlock.”

“But everyone already thinks I'm some kind of... slut!” A-Yuan whispers out, looking shame-faced, as if he was not the one to spread that rumour. “Won't that be bad for your reputation?”

“Not when the child comes out and it looks like me. Besides, was it not you who came up with the idea to say that we were cursed to forget? When we say that, and all will be able to see that the child was mine, it will put any doubts to rest.” Yue Qingyuan responds easily. “No one would have rightly assumed you were chaste even without those rumours, anyway. A slutty little fawn like you, running around without a chaperone? It's only expected that you'd have been pinned down and taken several times over.”

A-Yuan's hands fly up, and he presses them over Yue Qingyuan’s mouth. “Don't say such embarrassing words!” He hisses.

“I'm only speaking the truth.” Yue Qingyuan responds, smiling down at the little fawn.

“Regardless, you can't marry me. Jiu-ge would be jealous.” A-Yuan says triumphantly, clearly pulling out his best argument.

“I can just take him as my second wife. No one would raise eyebrows at two wives sharing intimacies, especially when they can't procreate.”

The fawn gapes at Yue Qingyuan, shocked by his response. “Why do you get to have two wives?” He snaps at last.

Yue Qingyuan blinks in confusion. “Who else would be the husband? You?”

A-Yuan's face flushes a deep red. “No, of course not. I just- why not two husbands?”

Yue Qingyuan has to take a moment to consider that dizzying prospect. He and Xiao Jiu, both taking care of their little wife, walking him down the street with a husband on each arm, ensuring everyone knows that he is not to be touched... then he thinks of how many people would see this as a sign that his A-Yuan might want yet more partners, and a shadow falls over his face.

“No.” He says. “This is not how things are done.”

“Qi-ge is so selfish.” A-Yuan bemoans, pouting. “He just wants two wives all to himself.”

“How could I not, when my wives are so beautiful?” Yue Qingyuan says with a grin, brushing a strand of hair out of his dear A-Yuan's face and tucking it behind his ear. As he does so, he thumbs along the length of it, delighting in the way it twitches in his fingers like a fly in a spider's web. A-Yuan makes a muffled whimper.

“You needn't sweet talk me, you've already knocked me up.” The fawn grumbles.

Yue Qingyuan inwardly sighs. One of these days, he will tackle this terrible issue of A-Yuan seemingly thinking no one would ever desire him simply for the sake of desiring him, but for now... “Ah, but if I don't, how will I earn the opportunity to do so again?”

A-Yuan looks at him with an expression of horror. “Unless you can find a way for you to carry the baby, we are not having a baby for another fifty years, Qi-ge. You're going to have to come elsewhere. Or get me some kind of birth control.”

Yue Qingyuan smiles beatifically. “I will gladly wait another fifty years to have another child with you. It wouldn't be good to strain your body.” He's fairly sure A-Yuan will cave and beg to be bred again within the next five years anyway.

The young man looks at him suspiciously for a moment, then gives a decisive nod. “Good.”

“Now, won't the mother of my child allow me to take some of the weight off of his feet and allow me to help with the issue I've so cruelly created?” Yue Qingyuan wheedles, reaching down to cup A-Yuan's breasts in his hands. He sinks fluidly to his knees, enjoying how it puts him at the right height to rest his cheek against A-Yuan's pert little tits. “Won't you allow your Qi-ge to help you with his mouth?”

A-Yuan's hands lower shyly to Yue Qingyuan’s head, fluttering against his hair as the fawn pets it gently. “I- Are you sure?” He stammers out, his eyes big and round. “I know most husbands-”

“Most husbands don't know the first thing about pleasuring their wives.” Yue Qingyuan says, a note of disdain in his voice. “Come, lay down on the floor for me.”

A-Yuan obediently lowers himself to the floor, laying out on the ground. His hair fans out around his head, creating a mesmerising effect as his pale face stands out against the swath of dark hair, like the North Star in the night sky. His large dark eyes beckon Yue Qingyuan forwards, begging for him to bully the little fawn in front of him until they become red at the corners.

His hooves rest against the floor, while his thighs part slightly, revealing his glistening cunt to Yue Qingyuan’s greedy gaze. It twitches at the attention, like a shy maiden.

Yue Qingyuan reaches out and runs two fingers up along the length of the slit, taking a moment to rub at the cute red nub of A-Yuan's clit resting at the top, which practically begs to be suckled on. Yue Qingyuan sees no reason to resist the call. He drops down onto his stomach, hiking up the fawn's legs over his shoulders. His breath ghosts over the wet heat between A-Yuan's legs for a moment, before he dives in and laps greedily against the blushed-pink folds of the young man’s cunt.

A-Yuan lets out a little squeal at the sensation, his back arching and hips kicking up as if he's not sure if he wants to escape the feeling or run towards it. Yue Qingyuan continues to lap at the fawn's cunt with flat, wide strokes of his tongue, giving the young man time to adjust to the sensation of a mouth against his pussy. He's honestly not sure if A-Yuan has ever experienced this before, seeing as he didn’t do it that first time, and in the time since he’s only ever witnessed Xiao Jiu fucking his member into the wet heat of the other man’s cunt. Yue Qingyuan reaches up, softly petting over the swell of A-Yuan's baby bump until the fawn's body gentles, smoothing out so its flattened against the floor again. He doesn't want A-Yuan straining himself, after all.

“Well done.” He murmurs out, feeling the fawn's cunt pulse and flutter at the vibrations of his voice against it.

Yue Qingyuan traces his tongue along the folds of A-Yuan's pretty pink pussy, still just as gorgeous as it looked the first time he saw it. It's so small, it's almost hard to believe that it ever managed to stretch around the thickness of Yue Qingyuan’s cock, let alone the number of times since that he's seen it greedily suckling on Xiao-Jiu’s knot. Yue Qingyuan licks a broad, firm stripe against the fawn's clit, repeating the motion as he hears A-Yuan let out a breathless little moan that almost sounds more like a sob. The fawn's hips rotate in desperate circles as he seeks more friction, before Yue Qingyuan grips hold of them to pin A-Yuan in place, unable to squirm away as the assault on his genitals truly begins.

Yue Qingyuan has never gone down on anyone before, but he has read yellow books before that featured it, so it is a mix of second-hand experience and raw instinct that guides him through his plunder of A-Yuan's pussy. He licks into the cavern of A-Yuan's opening, tasting the slick that leaks from there. It doesn't taste like honey, as the books would suggest, but rather something a little sour and tangy, all undercut with a flavour that is so undeniably A-Yuan that he cannot help but dive in for another taste, lapping and sucking at the nectar that drips out of the younger man.

A-Yuan's hands fly down and grasp around Yue Qingyuan’s antlers, seeming as if he just wants something to hold onto through the assault of sensation. Yue Qingyuan’s nose butts up against the jut of A-Yuan's clit as he eats the fawn out, and he takes full and shameless advantage of this as he rubs his nose back and forth against it, feeling the passage around his tongue twitch in response, as if it is trying to milk him.

He looks up the length of A-Yuan's body, his eyes peering up over the mound of the fawn's pubis. The swell of the young man’s belly obscures most of his vision, but just over the top of it he can see A-Yuan's face peeking down at him, his eyes wet and glassy with pleasure. Yue Qingyuan grins at the sight, and based on the way A-Yuan's eyes widen, he thinks the fawn is able to feel his smile. He slurps at the slick opening of the fawn's cunt, revelling in the loud, wet sounds echoing around the room. A-Yuan's face flushes at the noise, and his head falls back with a soft thunk as his hips resume squirming against Yue Qingyuan’s grip, trying to get away from the embarrassing sounds his greedy body is producing.

Yue Qingyuan’s tongue traces a path up from A-Yuan's fluttering hole, dragging up across the small hole of the fawn's urethral opening. He pauses there for a moment, digging his tongue against the small opening, half fancying the idea of managing to go inside of it. He's heard there are tools for such things, and the thought of filling this hole, too, suffuses him with a rush of heat. Still, that is an activity for another day, so he continues his path upwards, sliding his tongue along the underside of A-Yuan's clit until his tongue rests over the cute little nub. The hood of flesh that usually conceals it has been pulled back in arousal, and the pointy little nub sticks out shyly. It's flushed with blood, twitching as A-Yuan's cunt clenches rhythmically at such a sensitive part of himself being exposed to the open air. Yue Qingyuan pulls back for a moment to blow a puff of air against it, chuckling as A-Yuan's hips attempt to jerk violently at the shock of cold.

Like this, it almost looks like a cock, and Yue Qingyuan finds himself following that train of thought as he lowers his mouth back down to wrap his lips around it. He suckles against the little clit, and is immediately rewarded with a broken moan leaving A-Yuan's lips. His tongue slides around and over it, trying to remember every tip he's ever read and memorised on sucking cock, wanting to be ready for Xiao Jiu if the opportunity ever arose. A-Yuan certainly seems to be benefiting from his research now, his hands lightly tugging against Yue Qingyuan’s antlers, trying to drag the older man impossibly closer to him. Yue Qingyuan’s nose is buried in the downy fur of A-Yuan's crotch, so whenever he attempts to breathe, it is through his mouth, panting wetly against the fawn's mound.

A-Yuan's moans are pitching up, and Yue Qingyuan can feel the trembles wracking through the poor thing's body. His tongue corkscrews against the nub of A-Yuan's clit, and the fawn wails at the sensation.

“Plea–aah–se! More!” A-Yuan mindlessly begs, his voice wet and shaking with need.

“What do you need?” Yue Qingyuan responds hoarsely, before diving back in to suckle on A-Yuan's clit.

“You– in me– oh gods–” A-Yuan chants. “Please Qi-ge!”

One of Yue Qingyuan’s hands drops down from A-Yuan's hips, his tight grip on the flesh there loosening as he moves his hand between the fawn's thighs. His fingers slip against the sopping wetness of A-Yuan's squishy folds. The petals part easily around him, practically begging for his digits to dive into the plush flesh hiding within. Yue Qingyuan drives his fingers into A-Yuan's cunt. The walls pulse around him, the fawn's pussy happy to have finally been filled up like it had been craving.

The walls are gummy and soft around his appendages, and he begins to fuck his fingers in and out of the hole, the schlk-schlk-schlk sound filling Yue Qingyuan’s ears. The slick oozing out of A-Yuan's hole is turned into a frothing slurry from the friction, bubbling around A-Yuan's entrance and sliding down his perineum, darkening his fur as it pools on the floor. Yue Qingyuan crooks his fingers inside of A-Yuan, searching for that sweet spot inside of the fawn's cunt that draws a wailing moan from the young man as he presses against it. He continues to thrust his fingers in and out of A-Yuan's cunt, the greedy hole gobbling up his every thrust, making sure to target that spot.

A-Yuan's moans pitch up, and his body is shaking as his cunt rhythmically clenches around Yue Qingyuan’s digits, the vise grip forcing the bones so close together that the stag can almost feel his knuckles grinding against one another. Yue Qingyuan sucks harshly against A-Yuan's clit, and is finally rewarded with a tremulous moan and a gush of wetness against his chin as the fawn squirts. The furry thighs either side of his head shake with the sensation of an orgasm rushing through the young man’s body, and his breaths come out gasping and reedy as if he's just run a mile. Yue Qingyuan slowly eases up on the thrusting of his fingers and moves to lapping softly at A-Yuan's swollen clit, easing him down from his orgasm. His tongue moves down to lap at the fawn's folds, cleaning up the wetness that now shines there.

When he withdraws his fingers with a wet shluck sound, the petals of A-Yuan's cunt cling on for a moment, as if reluctant to part from Yue Qingyuan. His fingertips are slightly pruney. Yue Qingyuan lowers his mouth to lick a broad swipe over the whole length of A-Yuan's slit, enjoying the weak little jerk the fawn does at the feeling. He eyes the wet opening of A-Yuan's cunt, drooling a little at the thought of digging his tongue in there and dragging out the slick surely hiding within, before he takes stock of his own state and comes up with a much better idea.

In the confines of his robes, his cock is hard and throbbing, eager to be buried inside of the warm wetness in front of him. He raises himself up onto his haunches, getting his first look at A-Yuan's sated form. The fawn's eyes are half lidded, and his chest is rising and falling with shallow breaths. His cheeks are flushed with a delicate pink, and in any other situation, Yue Qingyuan would wonder if he had a fever. He can see the red handprints on A-Yuan's pale flesh from where he had been gripping it. He smiles at A-Yuan, and watches the young man’s eyelashes flutter as the fawn sees the shine of slick spread around his Qi-ge's mouth. Yue Qingyuan leans forwards to kiss A-Yuan, ignoring the half-hearted protest the younger man tries to put up.

As their tongues twine together and Yue Qingyuan allows A-Yuan to share in the taste of himself, he takes hold of his robes and pulls them apart just enough for his cock to be free. It twitches in the cold air, seeking the warmth of his little fawn's cunt. Yue Qingyuan guides A-Yuan into sitting up, the younger man leaning bodily against the stag's sturdy form, loose and sated in the wake of his orgasm. He blinks muzzily as he's turned around so that his back rests against Yue Qingyuan’s wide chest, but whatever thoughts he was having fade away as Yue Qingyuan turns his face so that they can continue kissing over his shoulder.

The fawn melts from the tender kisses, the pair's lips sliding wetly against each other, no real intent behind the movements of their mouths beyond the desire to be as close to one another as possible. Yue Qingyuan eases his hands underneath A-Yuan's thighs, raising him up into the air until their faces are finally on the same level. Yue Qingyuan’s erect member rests directly below the young man’s dripping cunt. He can feel his cock twitch as strings of slick drool down to spill over his dick. Before A-Yuan has the opportunity to think too hard about the change in altitude, Yue Qingyuan drops the fawn down onto his throbbing member, feeling the wet entrance easily open around him, gulping down his length.

A-Yuan jerks back in shock, his eyes wide at the sensation of being penetrated. "What–" He stammers out, before Yue Qingyuan pulls him in for another kiss, his tongue invading A-Yuan's small mouth and lapping against the ridged roof of it.

The fawn's asscheeks rest against Yue Qingyuan’s thighs, and the older man takes a moment to adjust to the sensation of finally being inside of that glorious heat once more. It's been far too many nights of him furiously jacking himself off to daydreams of A-Yuan or Xiao Jiu (and sometimes both), but now he is back where he is meant to be. He lets go of A-Yuan's thighs, taking hold of one of A-Yuan's plump breasts and squeezing it, feeling its plushness under his fingers. He can already imagine how beautiful his A-Yuan will look, a baby suckling on his nipple. Perhaps some days, A-Yuan will produce more milk than their child is hungry for, and he will beg for his husband or his fellow wife's mouth to relieve the pressure within his swollen and tender breasts.

Yue Qingyuan gently grasps at A-Yuan's waist, being careful to not put pressure on the baby bump, before raising him up slightly, feeling the slide of A-Yuan's cunt around his length. The wet heat around him makes him groan, and he thrusts up after it, pulling a moan from A-Yuan. With this, he begins to thrust properly, pulling the fawn's body up and down as his hips thrust, feeling out a rhythm as his beloved softly moans into his mouth.

“I'm sorry dearest, but when you looked like that, what was I supposed to do, other than fuck you?” Yue Qingyuan murmurs into the space between his and A-Yuan's lips. “Forgive me?”

A-Yuan turns his head sharply away from Yue Qingyuan, his ear flicking in irritation. “Ridiculous man. What is there to forgive?” He snaps out. “Didn't you say I was your wife? What would people think if they knew I was leaving my husband unsatisfied?”

The idea that A-Yuan owes him sex rankles at Yue Qingyuan, but he can read between the lines and tell that this bluster is as good as A-Yuan admitting that he wants this too, he's just too shy to own up to it.

“Of course, my apologies.” He coos into A-Yuan's ear, feeling the young man shiver against him. "How lucky I am, to have such a caring wife." He drags his tongue along the length of A-Yuan's ear, feeling the fawn's cunt clench sharply around his member at the sensation. He traps it between his teeth, biting down gently as he fucks up into A-Yuan, hearing the fawn wail as the thrusts of Yue Qingyuan’s cock gain power behind them, drilling up into the tight channel of the young man’s pussy.

“Feel how you suck me in, dearest.” Yue Qingyuan says with a grin. “It's almost as if you want me to knock you up again.” It's said as a joke, but the way A-Yuan moans in response makes Yue Qingyuan wish he could turn such a thing into reality. It's a shame they aren't rabbits, able to get pregnant over and over and over again without rest.

Yue Qingyuan yanks A-Yuan down harshly, fucking his cock in all the way to the root, the head of his dick pressing cruelly against A-Yuan's cervix. It's a pity he can't penetrate that little furl of muscle now, what with it having firmed up in order to protect the life now growing within the womb behind it. He rocks his hips in little circles as his hands drop down to grasp under A-Yuan's knees, spreading the fawn's legs wide before dragging them up so his knees are touching his armpits, the young man's thighs framing the swell of his stomach. Yue Qingyuan hooks his elbows under A-Yuan's knees and wraps his hands behind the back of the fawn's neck, his fingers interlinked.

He takes a moment to peer down at A-Yuan's form, splayed open and left on display, mourning for a few breaths that the bump of A-Yuan's stomach prevents Yue Qingyuan from seeing the place where his fucked-raw cunt stretches around his member, before he returns to feeling grateful that he was able to be the one to impregnate A-Yuan.

With his new leverage, he hoists A-Yuan up and begins to fuck furiously into him. The air fills with the wet smacking noises of skin meeting skin, and A-Yuan yelps out punched out noises, as if Yue Qingyuan’s dick is forcing the air out of his lungs. A-Yuan's pussy constricts around his cock, desperately suckling on his length.

“Fu–uuhh–ck!” A-Yuan bites out, his voice coming out as a whiny, pitchy moan as Yue Qingyuan brutally thrusts into him again and again. The position they're in allows the stag to drive directly into the fawn's g-spot, and the younger man squirms at the sensation.

A-Yuan's pussy is so tight around him, it feels like it might cut off blood flow, and Yue Qingyuan lets out an appreciative groan. “My wife has such a tight little pussy, it's hard to believe he's going to push a baby out of it.”

A-Yuan doesn't respond, his eyes scrunched tight and his face red at the feeling of that thick cock plunging in and out of him. “Qi-ge–”

“Yes baby?”

“Feels– unh– feels weird, I think we gotta stop–” A-Yuan gasps out, his head shaking back and forth.

“What do you mean?” Yue Qingyuan asks, impossibly fucking harder into A-Yuan's small hole, stretched snugly around his girth. From the way A-Yuan is squirming against him, he thinks he has an idea of what's the matter.

“I think I– oh fuck– I think I'm gonna pee– 'm sorry–” A-Yuan manages to whimper out over the sounds of his slurry of slick dripping out of his pussy and all over Yue Qingyuan’s balls.

“Shhh, it's okay sweetheart.” Yue Qingyuan moves his right hand from its place behind A-Yuan's neck, letting his leg drop down, sprawled out to the side of Yue Qingyuan’s meaty thigh. He feels the little fawn let out a sigh of relief, believing that Yue Qingyuan is about to let him go.

Instead, Yue Qingyuan places his fingers over A-Yuan's clit and begins to rub it in furious circles, the pace of his thrusts never once slowing.

“Wh–what?” A-Yuan's voice is alarmed, and he starts wriggling as if he wants to escape, but he's no match for Yue Qingyuan’s strength. “I'm bei–ahhn–ng serious, Qi-ge! I really am going to pee!”

“I know you are, darling.” Yue Qingyuan says with a purr, feeling the squishy flesh under his fingertips as he rubs at it harshly. “Just let it out.”

There's a moment of silence that is only filled by the wet thrusting noises of Yue Qingyuan’s cock slipping in and out of A-Yuan's sloppy hole. Then A-Yuan's head whips around to face Yue Qingyuan’s. His expression is aghast, even as it is contorted in obvious pleasure.

“But that's so gross...” He protests weakly. His eyes look a little red, and his gaze is dropped to the floor.

“When it comes from A-Yuan, how can it be gross?” Yue Qingyuan responds easily. He can feel the muscles in A-Yuan's thighs jumping, clearly straining to hold in his urine, and he crooks his fingers so he can quickly rub his pointer against A-Yuan's small urethral opening. Sure enough, there is a dampness there that does not feel like the wetness of slick. He brings his finger back up and begins to rub A-Yuan's clit from side to side with the flat surface of his four fingers.

As he continues to fuck up into A-Yuan, he hears the whimpering unh-unh-unh noises the fawn makes in time with each thrust. A-Yuan glances up shyly at him, his brows furrowed slightly.

“A–and you'd like that?” The fawn manages to get out between moans.

Yue Qingyuan barely begins to nod before he feels a flash of wetness burst out between A-Yuan's legs. The younger man having clearly having been at the breaking point for a while, and just that slight sign of permission allowed the gates to burst open. He doesn't stop rubbing furiously at A-Yuan's clit, even as the stream of golden liquid floods out of the little fawn. The stench of urine fills the air, squirting and splashing out, coating Yue Qingyuan’s length with warmth as it fucks in and out of A-Yuan's soaking wet hole.

Yue Qingyuan bites down on a curse as he finds his hips beginning to move erratically, chasing down his own completion as A-Yuan lets out miserable little noises of oversensitivity, attempting to curl in on himself like a pangolin. His length fucks cruelly into A-Yuan's gummy walls over and over again, until eventually he buries himself to the hilt, splattering out rope after rope of semen into A-Yuan's pussy. Yue Qingyuan rocks his hips gently, instinctually trying to feed as much of his cum into A-Yuan's womb as possible, despite the little fawn already being pregnant. A-Yuan shakes in his arms, little spasmodic twitches as he slowly relaxes. Yue Qingyuan eases his cock out of A-Yuan's limp and sated body, ignoring the protesting noise the fawn lets out at his cunt now being empty.

“Shush now sweetheart. Just relax.” Yue Qingyuan says gently, picking A-Yuan up into a bridal carry. He can feel the sleeve of his robe becoming slick with his own jizz, the thick white liquid already beginning to drip out of the young man’s fluttering hole. He frowns slightly, discontent with the idea of his seed not being kept warm and safe inside of A-Yuan's body. Perhaps he should look into getting something like Xiao Jiu's knot made, to keep it all in.

He feels A-Yuan nuzzle sleepily into his chest, and smiles down at him. A plan for another day. For now, he will run A-Yuan a bath, and clean him off, and curl up with him in Xiao Jiu’s bed. There will be time in the future for apologising to Xiao Jiu for making A-Yuan piss on his floor (though Yue Qingyuan strongly suspects that the jackal will not mind that nearly as much as he will claim to), and for planning a wedding, and for welcoming a new life. In this moment, however, there is him, and A-Yuan in his arms, and he is more than happy with that.