"Mm. You do like that. But if Hanguang-Jun wants to own me, then he is going to have to finish what he started. If you leave the Wen empire intact, then I belong to them. I won't come with you willingly if you leave the civilians at the mercy of Wen Ruohan and Jin Guangshan."
Lan Wangji hummed. The huli jing thought Lan Wangji would realize that he was more trouble than he was worth and release him. The man had walked into his own trap, because Lan Wangji would happily burn the Wen and the Jin to the ground if it meant proving his worth to Wei Ying.
Lan Wangji grabbed the chains that bound Wei Wuxian's wrists, tugging them forward, dragging him so he was sprawled with his chest over Lan Wangji's thighs.
"It will take me at least a month to fully crush the Wen and the Jin. During that time, Wei Ying will stay with me. By his choice." It was a statement, not a question.
Wei Wuxian laughed, though it sounded somewhat less confident than it had before. "Yes, I will stay with Hanguang-Jun as his personal handmaiden or whatever it is you want."
"Whatever I want?" Lan Wangji repeated darkly, the dragon inside him coming fully awake. A bargain made with a dragon was binding, and could not be broken. The thought that Wei Ying could have been making this bargain with someone else had Lan Wangji itch for the feel of Bichen 's hilt in his grasp.
The huli jing paused, as though sensing a trap. Lan Wangji could not allow him to back out before the agreement was complete.
"Wei Ying said he belonged to Wen Ruohan. If I kill Wen Ruohan, then Wei Ying will no longer belong to him." Lan Wangji would tear Wen Ruohan limb from limb with his bare hands for daring to possess what was his, what should have been his for the past thirteen years.
Wei Wuxian hesitated, and Lan Wangji could almost see the thoughts racing through the fox's agile mind.
"If you kill Wen Ruhan and leave, his sons or the Jin will just take over. The village that is my home would then just be owned by someone else."
It would not take much for him to crush the remaining Wen and Jin. They already knew they could not defeat him. Their way of ruling was unjust. The Lan have already had their sacred waters polluted with a waterborne abyss from all of the unjust deaths. It was only a matter of time before it contaminated his home as well. Lan Wangji could put in people of his own choosing to rule beneath him, allowing him to still remain in Cloud Recesses with his Wei Ying.
It had been centuries since there had been an Emperor, but there was no one to challenge him. If he had wanted such power, he could have claimed it years ago. Power was not something Lan Wangji desired. But the sight of his Wei Ying kneeling before him gave him all the motivation he needed.
"Mm," Lan Wangji agreed. "Then I will kill them, and claim their lands myself."
Lan Wangji had to hold back a smile at the shocked look on his mate's face. Despite his bravado, his Wei Ying was too innocent in understanding the depths a man might go to possess him. It was good that he would have Lan Wangji to ensure no one could ever take advantage of him. Lan Wangji would protect him with his blood and his body. Would worship Wei Ying as he deserved to be worshiped.
The huli jing laughed, a slight panicked edge creeping into its tone. Lan Wangji glanced over at the narrow pallet on the floor where he slept, imagining Wei Ying spread out beneath him on the blankets, his arms secured above his head, unable to escape. But there were more powerful things than chains that would bind Wei Ying to him.
The huli jing should have done more research, if he had planned to use dragon lore against a dragon.
"Wei Ying said that there are friends he seeks to protect. I can ensure my men know not to harm them, if they encounter them in battle or in the prison camps. I can ensure they are kept safe, and brought to you until the war is ended."
Wei Wuxian's breath caught. This was something that Wei Wuxian could not accomplish on his own. He could free them from the prison camps, but he could not prevent their injury in battle the way Lan Wangji could.
"And what would I need to offer to ensure the safety of my friends?" Wei Ying asked, finally showing caution. Of course, it was far too late for that.
"Yourself," Lan Wangji said, his dragon magic edging into his voice. An agreement made now would be binding. There would be no way to escape.
Wei Ying heard the change in tone. Lan Wangji could tell by the way his body went rigid, his eyes flaring slightly wider. But he did not pull away. Lan Wangji could feel him brush against his mind again, seeking.
"You will bring your army and stop the Wen and the Jin. You will keep the people I want to protect safe," Wei Wuxian said, shifting forward and placing one hand on Lan Wangji's thigh, watching carefully for any sign that it was unwelcome. The huli jing was clearly trying to figure out the full terms of their agreement. Lan Wangji would make it extremely clear. As soon as Wei Ying had agreed.
"I will," Lan Wangji replied.
Lan Wangji kept his eyes locked on Wei Wuxian, opening his legs from where they had been folded beneath on the low stool, wide enough for Wei Wuxian to fit between. The new position allowed his robes to settle more loosely around his body, making the bulge that had been growing at the juncture of his thighs unmistakeable.
Wei Wuxian's gaze slid down to the tented fabric in Lan Wangji's lap. It took every ounce of willpower for Lan Wangji to allow the huli jing to take the next step at his own pace, with every instinct in his body clamoring for him to simply take what was rightfully his.
But binding his Wei Ying to him willingly would make a bond that was much stronger. The dragon inside Lan Wangji had been waiting thirteen years to be able to claim Wei Ying as his. He could wait a few moments more.
"You will protect them throughout their lives, not simply capture them or turn them back over to whoever takes Wen Ruohan or Jin Guangshan's place?"
Lan Wangji noted how Wei Wuxian had upped the price, now including Jin Guangshan in his bargain. But it was no matter. There was no one Lan Wangji would not fight to keep the huli jing by his side.
"Yes. As long as Wei Ying is mine."
He could feel his cock growing heavier at the thought. Wei Wuxian placed both hands on Lan Wangji's thighs, the chains jangling as he moved.
"Then I agree," Wei Wuxian said.
Lan Wangji closed his eyes briefly as the dragon magic pulsed from him, resonating like a bell through the room as the bond that would tie them together connected and locked.
Wei Ying was his, and no one could take him from him.
He could feel a tremor in Wei Wuxian's hands where they rested on his thighs. He opened his eyes, catching the last moments of a shiver that had rippled through the huli jing as the lock was completed. He was so beautiful, with intelligent, silver eyes watching him, framed by his hair falling loose around his shoulders. His strong, slender body was wrapped in a single layer of Lan Wangji's white silk under robe.
It was a wonder no one else had sought to bind him before, though perhaps no one else had been strong enough to do so.
"You never asked me who it was I wanted to protect," Wei Wuxian murmured.
"It does not matter," Lan Wangji replied.
"They're Wen. Almost an entire village. Including the niece and nephew of Wen Ruohan," Wei Wuxian persisted, as though he expected Lan Wangji to be angry, or to regret his actions.
Ridiculous .
"It does not matter," Lan Wangji repeated, shifting his legs slightly wider apart.
The fabric of his clothing slid over his erection, making him aware of that part of his anatomy in a way he had never been before. His cock felt heavy, achingly hard and overly sensitized to every slight touch. If the mere brush of fabric against it felt so good, he wondered how it would feel buried deep inside Wei YIng.
"Come here," Lan Wangji said.
Wei Wuxian slid his hands slightly forward, inching his palms up higher on Lan Wangji's thighs.
"I don't know what you want me to do," Wei Wuxian admitted, looking somewhat uncertain. "Lan Zhan might have made a bad bargain if he wanted an experienced courtesan."
If Wei Wuxian thought Lan Wangji was going to be disappointed by his words, the way his cock thickened would disabuse him of that idea.
"Wei Ying has not been with others?" Lan Wangji asked, forcing his voice to remain neutral. Wei Wuxian had not agreed to belong to him until now. Still, the idea of others touching Wei Wuxian's body filled Lan Wangji with a twisting anger.
Wei Wuxian was staring at the tent in Lan Wangji's lap with both disbelief and hunger, but he shook his head before dragging his gaze back up to Lan Wangji's face.
"No. Is that… a problem?"
Lan Wangji gripped Wei Wuxian's hand and placed it between his legs, curving it around his shaft.
"No. I will teach Wei Ying all he needs to know."
Wei Wuxian let out a sound that was somewhere between a whine and a groan. The sweet notes in his scent deepened, calling to the dragon blood that was running hot through Lan Wangji's veins.
Lan Wangji was not ignorant of the ways to pleasure a mate. There was a book written by Lan An himself that depicted many variations on the act. While the majority of the extremely long lifespan of his clan was spent in scholarly pursuits, meditation, and tending to the rivers and lakes on their territory, every dragon-blooded member was required to spend one week when they presented reading the materials. Finding one's mate was rare, so--for most--it would remain a theoretical exercise. But the survival of the clan depended on at least a small percent of their bloodline finding a compatible mate and being able to please them enough to produce heirs.
The creation of children would not work unless their mate's body was properly primed and prepared through years (sometimes centuries) of dual cultivation. Lan Wangji had read the materials carefully, as he had done with all of his assignments, but never thought the words or drawings would apply to him. He was grateful in that moment for his ancestor's foresight, and would be diligent in infusing Wei Ying's body with the dragon magic that would make him strong enough to bear his children and further extend his life.
Dragons mated for life, even if that life stretched for thousands of years. If they chose a mate who predeceased them, or who left them for another, they would never find another mate. Few other immortal creatures were the same, and Lan Wangji was determined he would bind Wei Wuxian to him fully, so he would never look at another. So that Wei Wuxian would always be his and his alone. He wondered if there were others Wei Ying had admired, if he had ever touched himself thinking of someone other than Lan Wangji.
The idea of Wei Wuxian bringing anyone else to his bed, of anyone else seeing his toned, golden skin or getting to experience the subtle scent of his arousal made something cold and dark flare deep inside Lan Wangji. He would make sure that Wei Wuxian never craved another's touch. Lan Wangji would be his first and his last. He would study Wei Ying's body like he had once studied battle tactics, and he would learn every way to bring pleasure to his mate.
A dragon's seed was addictive to a compatible mate, a way to ensure that the dragon was not abandoned and left mateless by a less faithful partner. He would fill Wei Ying with his seed, flood him with his magic, and make sure he never had time to want anyone else.
He forced himself to breathe and not rush things. He needed to see what Wei Wuxian's body could handle. Most creatures took time, sometimes years, to build up the ability to absorb a dragon's magic, depending on their own innate constitution. Huli Jing and phoenix were said to be the most compatible, but they were exceptionally rare, and the descendants that remained often had blood so diluted that they were basically human.
But Wei Ying was powerful. His blood was strong.
"You seem pretty hesitant for a guy who just agreed to go to war to keep me as his personal sex slave," Wei Wuxian laughed, but there was a question behind his words. "You're not changing your mind, are you?"
Lan Wangji would never change his mind. It was taking all of his willpower to keep himself from pinning Wei Ying to the floor and fucking him. Wei Wuxian reached down to the hems of Lan Wangji's robes and slowly pushed them up, maintaining eye contact with him, as though checking for signs of distress.
If Lan Wangji wasn't so painfully aroused, he might have laughed. Of the two of them, Lan Wangji was quite sure that he had a better idea of what was about to happen than Wei Wuxian. Yet the fox was treating him as though he hadn't been the one to suggest the terms of the agreement in the first place.
"Holy shit, you're big," Wei Wuxian breathed when the robes were pushed out of the way, leaving just a thin layer of silk straining around Lan Wangji's thick erection. Wei Wuxian looked at it for a moment, the tip of his tongue darting out to moisten his lips.
"I, uh, saw something in a book of etchings one of my friends had, but the guy in the drawing was not anywhere near as big as you," Wei Wuxian said, reaching for the ties of Lan Wangji's trousers. "If you don't like it, I can stop."
"Friend?" Lan Wangji asked darkly, fisting his hand into the back of Wei Ying's hair. Wei Ying had told him there had been no others. Had the huli jing lied?
Wei Wuxian gasped, the scent Wei Wuxian's arousal growing stronger at the harsh touch. Lan Wangji felt his dragon blood heat in response.
"Friend! I had freed some Nie prisoners and helped them get back to Qinghe. Someone from the main family had been coming to do the same thing, and he bought me some drinks to thank me. We ended up hanging out for a day or two, and he showed me a fan he was painting and the latest book he was reading."
Lan Wangji felt himself relax. Nie Huaisang was no threat to him. He was far too intelligent to ever threaten something that belonged to Lan Wangji.
"Mm. Continue."
Lan Wangji loosened his grip on Wei Wuxian's hair, and the man made a soft sound of protest.
"You can… keep doing that. Pulling on my hair. I liked it." Wei Wuxian's cheeks flushed slightly at the admission. Both the sight and the knowledge sent another spike of arousal through Lan Wangji's body.
He had spent almost no time thinking about sex in his life thus far, but suddenly his mind was filled with endless ways he wanted to pleasure Wei Ying.
Lan Wangji threaded his fingers back through the soft, thick hair, gripping the locks tightly in his fist as Wei Wuxian finished untying Lan Wangji's pants. As soon as the ties were undone, his dick pushed free, hanging heavily between his thighs.
Wei Wuxian looked at it for a moment, then hesitantly wrapped his hand around the thick shaft, as though testing the weight of it against his palm.
"Fuck you're big. Is this a dragon thing, or just a you thing?" Wei Wuxian murmured, stroking his hand experimentally up and down the length.
Wei Wuxian's hand could not even close fully around it, and the sight made Lan Wangji's cock fill even more.
"Both. But I am more dragon than most," Lan Wangji said, trying to keep his hands still as Wei Wuxian explored his body. He did not like the thought of Wei Wuxian seeing or thinking of others' bodies. Wei Wuxian would only ever know Lan Wangji's body in this way. The size of others was irrelevant.
Wei Wuxian lifted his eyes to meet Lan Wangji's as he slowly leaned forward so his mouth was just above the head of Lan Wangji's dick, signaling his intent and giving Lan Wangji plenty of time to ask him to stop. Lan Wangji did not understand how Wei Ying could possibly think that it wasn't taking every ounce of his self-control to not bury himself inside of him.
He could feel the warmth of the man's breath across the sensitive skin, and felt the brush of Wei Wuxian's hair falling softly against his thighs. The huli jing was still kneeling before him, bending forward, causing his spine to arch slightly, the thin inner robes pulling taut around the firm, lush swell of his ass and accentuating the narrow span of his waist.
Lust hit Lan Wangji's system like an avalanche, and his entire body shuddered with it. He had never experienced anything like the visceral need pumping through his body, making his dick grow painfully heavy and full. He wanted to feel the curve of that flesh with his hands, wanted to press Wei Ying into his mattress and fuck into him and fill him with his seed until Wei Ying was full of Lan Wangji's dragon magic, until every cell in the huli jing's body bore the claim of Lan Wangji's essence.
By the time Wei Wuxian's lips closed around the head of his cock, Lan Wangji's control was close to breaking. Wei Wuxian's mouth was so hot and wet around him, unlike anything Lan Wangji had ever imagined. He could feel a thick drop of his distilled magic seep out from the tip of his dick. It was instantly laved up by Wei Wuxian's velvet tongue. The huli jing let out a muffled sound of pleasure, pulling back to look at Lan Wangji's dick where another drop of the pearly, luminescent liquid was forming.
"What…," Wei Ying began, sounding somewhat dazed.
He could feel more of his cum beading up on his cock, and he swiped his fingers through it and pressed them into Wei Wuxian's soft mouth. Wei Wuxian shuddered in pleasure as he suckled on Lan Wangji's fingers, taking in every bit of the dragon magic that was put into him.
Lan Wangji knew his magic would be spreading slowly through the huli jing's body, but there was only a small amount inside Wei Ying so far. He would pump him full of his seed, over and over, until he could feel his magic pulsing in every cell in his mate's body.
He pulled his fingers from Wei Wuxian's mouth, then guided his head back down to his dick where another drip was forming. Wei Wuxian licked the drop from the tip then began sucking his dick in earnest, as though trying to get more of the liquid into him. The wet heat of Wei Wuxian's mouth on his cock felt unbelievable as he began to take more and more of Lan Wangji's length into him, sucking slow, steady drips of his precum with every pull. Wei Wuxian's face was flushed when he lifted his face to look at Lan Wangji, his pupils much more dilated than they had been before.
"What's happening?" Wei Wuxian's voice sounded thick, like he was having to use more effort in properly forming his words. Lan Wangji could smell the arousal of the huli jing growing, and he hummed deep in his chest in approval.
"It is part of the bonding," Lan Wangji said simply, guiding Wei Ying's mouth back to his aching cock.
As much as he loved the feel of Wei Wuxian's mouth on him, it was torture. He wanted to have Wei Ying beneath, to feel him clench around him as Lan Wangji drove into him until his entire dick was buried deep inside his body without having to hold back like he currently was.
His dick was getting harder, with his dragon blood filling it, ready to claim his mate. His balls were already so full, so heavy with his seed. He would come many times in his Wei Ying, over and over. He would ensure his mate received every drop he had to give him.
Wei Wuxian looked slightly dazed as he sucked Lan Wangji's cock in earnest, his hands massaging along the thick length of Lan Wangji's shaft as though trying to milk more precum from his body. Lan Wangji settled his legs wide, watching in rapt attention as Wei Wuxian took him deeper on every suck. Lan Wangji could not look away from the sight of his dick stretching Wei Ying's lips and straining his jaw to fit around his girth. It made his dick swell even thicker, his dragon form showing through just enough to take him beyond what a normal human could be.
Wei Wuxian made a low moan of pleasure at the increased weight on his tongue, his hands trying to pull even more of it in, making himself choke.
Lan Wagnji could already feel the resonance of his own arousal within the huli jing, amplifying it. The bond was deepening, Lan Wangji's magic staking its claim inside Wei Wuxian's body.
One scroll had said that--for exceptionally compatible mates--the dragon's seed was like an aphrodisiac, addictive and all consuming as the darker side of the dragon's power sought to enthrall its mate. The more compatible the mate, the more the dragon's magic worked to bind them irrevocably together.
Lan Wangji could smell the huli jing's arousal now much more clearly. Wei Wuxian's body was ready for him. Wei Wuxian swirled his tongue along the underside of his head, and the sharp spike of unexpected pleasure had him cumming in a flood of seed that had Wei Wuxian choking to try to keep up. Lan Wangji tightened his fist in Wei Wuxian's hair to hold him in place as he came in pouding waves, his other hand holding Wei Wuxian's jaw, his thumb massaging his throat to ensure his mate swallowed it all.
Wei Wuxian swallowed convulsively, his eyes closed as his throat worked frantically to take it all. He moaned in pleasure as the dragon magic pumped into him. Lan Wangji held him, seeing the first shimmer of his own magic glowing subtly on Wei Wuxian's skin, marking him as his from the inside out.
It was only the start of what Lan Wangji would fill him with.
Wei Wuxian moved his hand down to his own neglected cock, but Lan Wangji grabbed his wrist and pulled it away.
"No. That is for me, only," Lan Wangji bit out as the last wave of his orgasm rippled through him.
He wanted to learn everything about Wei Ying's body. He would be the only one who brought his mate to climax from then on.
Wei Wuxian had partially collapsed on Lan Wangji's thighs, but his mouth still worked his softening cock as though trying to draw more out of him. Lan Wangji tightened his grip on Wei Ying's hair, pulling him off his dick so he could see his face more clearly.
The sight made the dragon in him purr in satisfaction.
Wei Ying's eyes were glazed and unfocused, his face flushed and mouth swollen and slack from pleasure. He was fully drunk on Lan Wangji's seed, more potent than any alcohol, his body pliant in Lan Wangji's hands.
Lan Wangji could do anything to his mate in this state, and Wei Wuxian would let him.
"Lan Zhaan," Wei Ying slurred, nuzzling his face against Lan Wangji's inner thigh.
"Mm," Lan Wangji replied, stroking his hand along Wei Ying's hair before easily picking him up with one arm behind his knees and the other around his shoulders. He let his pants fall to the floor as he stood. He would deal with his own robes later. "Wei Ying did so well. He showed me what he read. Now I will show Wei Ying what I read."
"Mmm. Ok. Lan Zhan, why'm I dizzy? I feel... Drunk. 'M I drunk?" Wei Ying allowed Lan Wangji to lay him on the white blanket on the thin, narrow pallet that Lan Wangji had been sleeping on during the war. It had always been serviceable, but Lan Wangji now regretted his foresight in not bringing a proper bed to fuck his Wei Ying in.
He would take his army and kill Jin Guangshan and Wen Ruohan as quickly as possible, then return to Cloud Recesses where he could fuck his mate properly for days on end. Brother and Uncle would see to establishing a provisional government to ensure his bargain with Wei Wuxian was kept.
"It is how dragons claim their mates," Lan Wangji said as he undid the simple tie that held the thin, silk robe on Wei Ying's body. "Your body is compatible with mine, accepting my claim."
"M'kay. Feels so good. Want you in my mouth again," Wei Ying slurred, looking down with a slight frown to where Lan Wangji's robes were covering his body. Wei Ying was so loose compared to how he had been when he had been brought in with the prisoners, his body coiled and tense, sharp eyes taking in everything around him, looking to escape.
Now the only thoughts in Wei Ying's head were wanting Lan Wangji to bed him. Lan Wangji wondered if he could fuck Wei Wuxian enough times every day to keep him like this permanently. Drunk on his seed, craving more.
"Mm. Wei Ying can have me in his mouth later. But let's see where else Wei Ying likes having me. My seed will be even more potent closer to your core."
He pushed Wei Wuxian's robe open, letting his gaze drink in the sight of his mate's body fully bared to his gaze for the first time.
Wei Ying was made for him. His body strong and lithe, his golden skin supple and smooth. Lan Hui had not even given Wei Ying trousers to wear beneath them, and he silently thanked her for her wisdom and foresight. Wei Ying was hard, his erection dark and flushed against his toned stomach.
Wei Wuxian watched Lan Wangji through glazed, heavy-lidded eyes as Lan Wangji wrapped his hands around the narrow span of Wei Wuxian's waist, noting how perfectly it fit in his grasp, just as he had been imagining. He slid his hand down along the full curve of Wei Wuxian's ass, loving how the full globes of flesh filled his palms. Wei Wuxian arched up at the touch, his hand making an abortive move towards his own dick before he remembered Lan Wangji's words from before.
The huli jing offered no resistance when Lan Wangji lifted him enough to slip the robe free from his arms and toss it out of the way. Wei Wuxian's head lolled back, his slender throat exposed and vulnerable for Lan Wangji's claim.
"Wei Ying is beautiful," Lan Wangji breathed, feeling his dick growing hard again where it hung between his thighs. He leaned down and nosed along Wei Ying's scent gland feeling his own mind go foggy with lust. He had cum only minutes ago, but he could already feel his dick lengthening and his balls growing heavy again.
"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian said, parting his legs in invitation.
Lan Wangji growled, need pounding through him. He wondered how his ancestors had ever done anything other than fuck their mates, if this was what it felt like. He hoped he would gain resistance over time, so that every touch of Wei Ying's skin didn't make him feel like he was losing his mind. He would fuck Wei Ying over and over, fill him up with his seed until Wei Ying could not live without it. He would fuck Wei Ying until the only thing Wei Ying cared about or wanted was Lan Wangji's cum pumping into him.
Wei Wuxian reached down, his hand going directly to Lan Wangji's cock despite the folds of his robes in the way. The feel of Wei Wuxian's touch nearly had Lan Wangji cumming again, which would be a waste of his seed if he spilled into his robes instead of into Wei Ying.
Lan Wangji grabbed the shackles around Wei Wuxians wrists, jerking them back. He pulled Bichen from its sheath, stretching Wei Ying's arms over his head then driving the sword deep into the ground through one of the links of the chaines, pinning Wei Wuxian's arms over his head and safely away from making Lan Wangji cum too soon with his touch.
"Oh, fuck, Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying said, closing his eyes and arching his back, his legs shifting wider apart. "You're really gonna… fucking pin me to your bed, aren't you?"
Lan Wangji could tell by Wei Ying's scent that he was extremely ok with this.
Compatible .
The word echoed through him, and he realized that the texts did not just refer to magic compatibility. A fierce possessiveness flooded through him. Whoever might have caught Wei Ying's eye in the past, Lan Wangji would make sure that he only thought of Lan Wangji from then on.
He methodically undid the fastenings of his robes, used to dressing and undressing efficiently during the war when rest was not bountiful. He was aware of his own physical prowess, as anyone who regularly engaged in physical battle would need to be. He was stronger than others, his arms and shoulders defined from years of physical training as well as his imbued with the strength of his blood. This had always been simply a fact, like the color of his eyes.
But Lan Wangji found himself reveling in the way Wei Ying's fevered silver eyes tracked his movements as he set aside each layer. The Lan were modest, and believed that dressing to cover one's body appropriately was a part of their doctrine of restraint and self-regulation.
He understood why this rule was lifted in the presence of one's mate as he untied his forehead ribbon and set it aside. He could see the effect his bared, muscled chest had on Wei Ying, the way the man's dick was steadily leaking as he looked at Lan Wangji hungrily. Wei Ying was powerful. It made sense that he would be attracted to a mate that was also strong.
Once his robes were dealt with, he began a slow, methodical exploration of his mate's body. Wei Ying's skin shivered with goosebumps when Lan Wangji's sword-calloused hands traced over the lines of his chest.
"Lan Zhan, please," Wei Wuxian gasped, widening his legs further in an obvious request.
The expression on his mate's face made him want more, to see Wei Ying truly desperate. It struck him, in that moment, that they could have been doing this for years , if Wei Ying had only waited for him. If he had only trusted Lan Wangji to return to him and keep him safe. They would have learned each other when they came of age, and Lan Wangji would not have had to spend more than a decade mourning and guilt-ridden.
"Wei Ying told me he would be there when I returned," Lan Wangji said, tracing his thumbnail over Wei Wuxian's brown, pebbled nipple, earning a bitten off curse.
"Wh-what?" Wei Wuxian asked, his eyes hazy and unfocused.
"In the alley. Wei Ying said he would wait. I was gone only a moment."
"I - Lan Zhan! You can't… they were blaming me for… I didn't know who you were! " Wei Wuxian was clearly struggling to form words, so heavily under the influence of Lan Wangji's magic. The fact that he had been able to say this much at all was impressive. Clearly, Lan Wangji needed to fuck him properly.
"Mm," Lan Wangji conceded as he moved his mouth over the planes of Wei Ying's chest, sucking harsh bruises as he went. He wrapped his hand around Wei Ying's velvet-hard cock, feeling it pulse in his grasp.
"Lan Zhan, please. Please I need to cum, just -," Wei Ying tried to thrust up into Lan Wangji's hand, but he pinned him down with his free hand, gripping tight at the base of Wei Ying's dick to keep him from cumming. He knew that his dragon seed had worked its way through Wei Ying's system, leaving him deep in the throws of its grip. He opened his mind to Wei Ying's thoughts, getting a flood of desperate pleasure and sensory overload.
"Wei Ying will not run from me again," Lan Wangji said, biting down on Wei Wuxian's shoulder, just below the mating gland. While the dragon's bond was stronger, he would claim Wei Ying in every way possible. But he would be deep inside him when that happened.
The huli jing arched up beneath him, trying to get friction.
"Lan Zhan, please. Please, I -," Wei Ying's words ran over each other as Lan Wangji released his dick to slide his hand further down, pulling harshly on Wei Ying's balls before pushing two fingers up into the tight, wet heat of his hole.
"Wei Ying will not run from me again," he repeated, thrusting them deeper, his other hand going to grip Wei Ying's jaw, forcing him to look at him.
"Yes. Yes! Lan Zhan, I - please! I won't. You have me. Your collar. I won't, I - Oh, fuck! "
Lan Wangji could not wait any more, gripping the back of Wei Ying's knees and spreading him wide as he lined himself up and pushed in until he was balls deep in his mate.
The feeling was like nothing he had ever experienced. Wei Ying was impossibly tight and hot and wet around his cock. It was the same overwhelming rush as when he had nearly lost himself when he came into his dragon powers early. The power in him surged, his dragon blood fully taking over as he fucked into Wei Ying. He shifted the hand that gripped his hips to close around the base of Wei Ying's cock, keeping him from cumming as he drove into him over and over.
Wei Wuxian's words were unintelligible as he writhed beneath him. Lan Wangji would make him wait just a little more. The first time Wei Wuxian came by his touch, it would be with Lan Wangji's magic pumping through him as he bit his final claim into the man's neck.
His own thoughts were feeling fuzzy, his entire being focused on filling Wei Ying up. He would do anything for his mate. He would raze the Wen and the Jin to the ground. He would lay waste to their empires. He would kill anyone who threatened Wei Ying or the ones he had asked Lan Wangji to protect.
All his powers, all his strength, everything was for Wei Ying.
He felt his teeth elongating with the need to claim his mate. He could not hold back any more. He slammed his hips forward one more time, the cords in his neck straining with exertion as he felt his orgasm crest, cumming deep inside Wei Ying. He leaned down and sunk his teeth into Wei Wuxian's mating gland, sealing their final bond. He could sense the moment the concentrated magic contained in his seed entered the huli jing's system in a flood. Wei Ying's eyes widened, his lips parted on a silent gasp, as his back arched up from the ground and his skin began to glow with power. This time, the glow did not immediately fade.
"Oh, fuck, I...," Wei Ying's words slurred and a shudder rippled through his body and Wei Ying began to cum.
Lan Wangji gripped his hips, keeping his cock buried as deep and tight as he physically could inside his mate, making sure that every drop of his seed stayed inside the huli jing's body. He would drive his magic deep, make sure it penetrated Wei Ying's entire being, leaving no cell untouched with its mark.
The mating bite healed almost immediately under the combined forces of his own magic and Wei Wuxian's, leaving the mark but not the wound.
Every minute rocking of Lan Wangji's hips sent another rippling orgasm through Wei Ying, over and over. Wei Wuxian's words slurred further, and Lan Wangji watched with deep satisfaction as the huli jing gave himself completely over to the dragon magic, becoming insensate with the pleasure that Lan Wangji fucked into him so ruthlessly.
His mate was so beautiful, able to absorb his power so completely. Everything about Wei Ying was made for Lan Wangji. The way Lan Wangji's large hands could completely span his narrow waist, how the full, firm globes of his ass filled his palms perfectly. The way the huli jing's magic was so completely compatible with his dragon seed that it suffused his entire being, filling him with power and marking him as Lan Wangji's.
Anyone who tried to touch Wei Ying would feel Lan Wangji's magic within his skin. Every time he fucked Wei Ying, he would add more and more of his seed, more and more of his will, until anyone who laid a hand on Wei Ying in lust with intent to harm would die from the tresspass.
The thought of that level of claim had Lan Wangji's dick hardening again, even though it had just finished cumming. The power inside him hungered to possess Wei Ying, to make him fully his.
"Lan Zhaaan," Wei Ying slurred, his eyes glazed and unfocused. "Feels s'good. Feel you everywhere. 'S weird, though."
His body was limp, completely at Lan Wangji's mercy. Possessiveness and a sense of deep satisfaction filled Lan Wangji's entire being at the sight.
"Mm. I will fill Wei Ying and make him feel good every day," Lan Wangji said, the words carrying the weight of his power in them, causing the very walls of the tent to tremble. "Wei Ying is mine, now."
"Mmmm. Good," Wei Ying said, his eyes slipping closed, drunk on the rush of Lan Wangji's seed spreading through his body. It was more potent than alcohol. More addictive.
"I will keep making Wei Ying feel good, then." Lan Wangji could feel more of his magic pressing forward. He reveled in the feel of the hot, tight, slick walls of Wei Ying as his cock lengthened and thickened, still embedded inside him.
Wei Ying arched up in pleasure, barely conscious as unintelligible words spilled from his lips. Lan Wangji leaned down to kiss the sound from Wei Wuxian's lips, loving how pliable he felt in his arms. There was no talk of Wen Ruohan or anyone else. The only words Lan Wangji could make out were variations of his own name.
Lan Wangji flexed his hips, closing his own eyes at the unbearable pleasure of fucking Wei Ying. He would destroy anyone who threatened his right to keep Wei Ying. He would have Wen Ruohan's head at his feet, and Wei Ying in his bed every night. He would fuck Wei Ying every day, keeping him full of his magic, drunk on his power, marked by his claim.
Lan Wangji came again deep inside his now unconscious mate, feeling his power flood into the huli jing's body along with his seed. A smile curved along his lips as he felt more of his power latch and take. Wei Wuxian was so perfectly suited to his magic. Where others might be damaged by it, Wei Wuxian took it all, every last drop. The immortality that was within Lan Wangji's grasp would be shared. The fate of so many other dragons, to lose their mate early due to their more fragile mortality, would not befall him.
Wei Wuxian's body was strong, his magic was powerful and compatible. Lan Wangji would keep him forever.
He felt himself drifting off to sleep, sated and still buried deep inside Wei Ying. He would need to contact his brother, but that would wait. For the first time in thirteen years, Lan Wangji felt at peace.
With his eyes closed, the dragon didn't see the silver eyes of his mate open, didn't register the possessive hand that moved to cover the mating bite at the base of his neck. The bite that completed the partial bond that neither of them had realized had been formed thirteen years ago.
The bond that allowed the magic of a huli jing to penetrate the mind of a dragon enough to read all of their laws and know their urges. The dragon warlord had claimed his mate.
But the huli jing had claimed his as well. And would make an emperor out of him.