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Mu Qing didn’t know how he had gotten into this situation. One minute, he was mindlessly tending to his palace altar, and in the next, he was staring, bug eyed, at Xie Lian’s naked chest.
Well, it was pretty obvious that this wasn’t actually Xie Lian’s chest, unless he was made of rock and Mu Qing had never noticed. Mu Qing had seen Xie Lian’s body before. Hell, he had his measurements practically memorized from the ritualisitc day to day routine of dressing him when they were younger. The task had been entirely innocuous, with Mu Qing thoughtlessly absorbed in the rhythm of it all, taking some amount of pleasure from the act of prettying his Highness so thoroughly each day. He had been given ample opportunity to look, had been practically encouraged to– to truly understand the shape and contours of Xie Lian. To best adorn his slender figure with the marks of luxury. So he knew what Xie Lian looked like.
But this was definitely not how he remembered it.
For starters, he was visibly.. aroused. It colored his everything, from his expression, to his posture, and of course.. in the visible swell of his undergarments. Mu Qing swallowed. The state of what was left of his clothes further contextualized the sight, as if accentuating the curve of his small waist and the slight bulges of muscle pushing up against soft, supple skin, twitching in places from the clear magnitude of effort it was taking him to remain still. It was strange to intuit such from something he knew was typically inanimate, but it truly seemed that statue was locked in some kind of internal battle, with a clear air of contemplation evident in its demeanor. It suddenly struck Mu Qing that he had seen this statue before, in the hollow caverns of Crimson Rain Sought Flower’s perverted Xie Lian museum. Hadn’t he thought this statue had so indulgently reassembled the sight of his poor Highness upon finding him in the Land of the Tender?
That had been a day Mu Qing had sworn he’d excavated from his memory. For the sake of his Highness’s dignity, of course. Surely it brought him great shame to have been witnessed in such an unraveled state: pink in the skin, wet with sweat, and coated in the release of his own blood. It was truly a feat of his impressive dedication to cultivation that he had been able to withstand the cunning power of the yaos. Mu Qing had only been there for a few minutes, and likely hadn’t even breathed in their poison, but even he had been somewhat shaken by the appearance of Xie Lian so debauched, so clearly fighting off a kind of desire Mu Qing couldn’t even conceptualize. It was surely for the reasons of idolatry, and not any other, that Mu Qing had come away from that experience with a much deeper sense of admiration for his Highness’s prowess.
They’d been locked in a standoff for so long that the two both startled at Mu Qing’s subconscious step forward. He watched as the statue seemed to shudder at the motion, and the desperation in his expression seemed to deepen, which Mu Qing found alarming, if his pulse kicking up wildly in his body was anything to go by. Why had this statue even come here? To his Divine Palace? He found himself warming, a noticeable sensation of heat settling into his body, and once he recognized this, that his observations of Xie Lian’s state were having some kind of effect on his own, he couldn’t stop a ripple of emotion from striking him, its’ makeup equal parts shame and curiosity. Equal parts fear and intrigue. It was utterly overwhelming.
He was supposed to be immune to this, wasn’t he? Hadn’t he been? It had practically been easy to abstain from the start, with not even a true inkling of what would even incentivise a person to.. do that . As much as he took full advantage of his own lack of inherent interest, he also had come to find that gaping lack of knowledge to be as embarrassing as trying to conceptualize the act of sex itself. The whole subject in his mind, through years of this, had become a continually thickening ball of embarrassment, one which he strove to ignore indefinitely.
But in particularly insulated moments within his mind, more often when he was younger and hadn't yet become so thoroughly scared of his own thoughts, he could recall moments where he had considered the concept, and he had, well.. he had usually invited in the imaginary presence of Xie Lian. What he knew of sex as an act required two people to achieve, so in any of his curious moments, it had seemed only obvious to a young Mu Qing that there was only one person he could imagine in any such situation. That person being someone he had touched before, who had touched him, whose body and smell and constant presence was familiar, and at the time, safe. He had never actually felt aroused at the concepts, only ever trying to imagine himself in them, but the memories of these wandering thoughts had married Xie Lian into their concept. So when he felt the sudden stir of warmth breach his senses in the presence of this beautiful, ever desirable Xie Lian statue, that was the first place his mind went.
Before he could process it, the statue was stepping forward as well, and just as Mu Qing’s pulse had begun to skyrocket, he was assaulted with a swift snatching of his sword, and the sudden loud echoes of heavy footsteps bolting away.
When the real Xie Lian showed up only minutes later, Mu Qing did everything he could to not directly look at him. It had become a sudden struggle to snap out of his state and remember how he would have reacted to that if he was being normal, and not blisteringly aroused. He did best to hide it as he recited the sequence of events as it was relevant to know, and all but fell to his knees when the party finally rushed out towards the back garden.
Of course, that moment was only temporary, and in an instant he realized he had to know, had to follow them out, had to see what was going on.
Mu Qing had been somewhat aware that one of the overwhelming desires one would be overcome with when exposed to the Land of the Tender’s deadly poison was bloodlust. It had been fairly easy to put two and two together when they had found Xie Lian in its throughs, so clearly having needed to outlet that urge through his own body. Mu Qing had found that commitment of abstinence admirable, right? So why was seeing it in person so…
It was something to do with the way with which the Xie Lian statue flung the long end of the sword at himself. The way with which his own desperation for relief urged him to inflict sensation upon himself, in this case pain, but in other cases.. with other people… Mu Qing knew it was different. But as he secretly watched the desperate display out of the real Xie Lian and Hua Cheng’s sight, he found that the line between those two lusts was very blurry, as the act so fundamentally resembled pleasuring oneself it made him feel unexpectedly dizzy. The Xie Lian hauled Mu Qing’s own sword at himself over and over, unable to penetrate, until the sword suddenly bent under the pressure. Even then he didn’t stop, as if the very act of it going inside him was too tantalizing to give up on, too single mindedly his only desire.
Mu Qing felt his body react involuntarily to the scene, and wondered what exactly the two real people in front of him were planning on doing about this. Weren’t they going to apprehend him and bring him back to the mountain? If so, why were they still here? And suddenly, a sequence of events played out before him, and in a terrible moment of realization, Mu Qing knew why.
He gasped.
A Hua Cheng statue? Mu Qing all but wanted to shout as he was herded back into the palace. He made an extremely deliberate effort to not react under Xie Lian’s forceful touch, although it nearly killed him. He did manage to let out some exasperated incredulous remarks that began to border on deranged the longer they went on, embarrassment funneling through him as he made it known he had seen exactly what was going on. He hadn't fully even processed it himself, and Xie Lian had only laughed awkwardly before taking Hua Cheng’s arm and yanking him into a side room to escape the clearly humiliating encounter.
At one point or another, Mu Qing realized he had been waiting for Feng Xin to leave too. He practically was screaming at him in his head to get the fuck up and go back to his palace, or at the very least, go check on the offended party, so he all but screamed in satisfaction when Feng Xin rose, announcing he was going to the bathroom.
It was the first time Mu Qing hadn’t found Feng Xin’s inconveniently tiny bladder to be outrageously annoying. As soon as he vanished from Mu Qing’s field of vision, he was up, and silently breaching the back exit into the garden.
It occurred to him, when he had finally all but approached, that he was kind of scared. Why the fuck was he even so curious? He tread cautiously over to the rock formation wherein the statues were enclosed, straining to see if he could hear anything… specific.
And hear he did. Quiet, almost imperceptible moaning of definitive sexual flavor was coming up from the crevice in the rockery. The voice was very clearly Xie Lian. What were they doing? Could they already be…
Mu Qing pressed up against one of the taller parts of the rockery, and then suddenly, when his body met rock in a rather.. odd place, he looked down at himself.
He stared. The place where his robes met his crotch was lifted, forming a tent around the shape of his hardness. This was his body actually responding to the biological desire to fuck, and Mu Qing was nearly lightheaded at the sight. He was hard. He was actually hard . He hadn’t before even known it to be possible that a person could be so turned on at the sight of themself, but Mu Qing had to hold back from reacting audibly to the visual. He was only taken from this moment by the sound of moan from within the rockery. Maybe he could look. Maybe he could just figure out what was going on, be satisfied, and then return to the palace a more knowledgeable man.
The two hyper realistic statues were not that far down into a crevice as he thought. The shape of the rock had managed to create a sort of nest, wherein the two now lay, both noticeably naked, both definitely engaged in some kind of sex act. Where he was standing, he could only really see Crimson Rain Sought Flower's muscled back. If only Mu Qing could change his angle just slightly, move out of his hiding spot just a bit, and maybe he could see…
Another gasp could be heard, and it all but dragged Mu Qing closer, until he was really able to look at what he had wanted to look at: the delicate, raggedly breathing form of Xie Lian. He lay beneath Hua Cheng, a surprising amount of distance between their bodies. But he noticed that Xie Lian had a hand at his crotch, and Mu Qing watched in blank shock as saw him push the fingers of his own hand in and out of what appeared to be a… oh my god, was that a…?
Mu Qing had admittedly never actually seen the naked female form. He thought he had a pretty decent idea of what it might look like, but the actual sight was so captivating that it blew any prior conceptions out of the water. Maybe it didn’t always look like this, given that Mu Qing’s sex wasn’t always like that , but he found himself entranced by the wetness, the obvious swollen nature of being aroused, and the way it all looked as Xie Lian repeatedly pushed his fingers in and out of himself.
If he thought Xie Lian was beautiful earlier, this was in a whole other realm entirely. Hadn’t he had a … a different part earlier? Mu Qing remembered his eyes locking on a bulge in Xie Lian’s tattered clothes. Perhaps whatever spiritual power had been infused within these statues to animate them allowed them the same luxury heavenly officials had with their own self presentation. He mindlessly had the thought that Xie Lian looked even more perfect with that female part, finally able to achieve what he had clearly been longing for with the sword. Mu Qing tried to imagine the feeling, the sensation, of something going inside. It clearly appeared to feel good, if Xie Lian’s wanton noises were anything to go by. He noticed that his hand appeared glued in place where it made contact with his skin, and he was pushing up against it, as if the pressure of that contact was simultaneously pleasureful. It made for an entirely desperate scene. Mu Qing’s mouth was completely dry, and he felt more blood pooling hotly into his own place.
“There, this one is happy to see his Highness finally able to pleasure himself.” Hua Cheng was speaking. “I know it is likely he didn’t know how.”
“I’ve wanted to– I–” Xie Lian let out a particularly loud cry, before continuing on, “I didn’t realize it could feel like.. like– oh!”
Mu Qing could hear the smile in Hua Cheng’s voice as he replied, “It might seem strange to his Highness, but you could say that this one is already quite privy to what his Highness likes. It is not likely that these sensations are familiar, but I can assure that what is being felt in this form is the best a body has to offer. And this one would want nothing less than for his Highness to feel absolutely, entirely satisfied.”
As he watched Xie Lian react to that, Mu Qing felt a strong renewed wave of desire course through him. He wished he could feel what Xie Lian was feeling, wished he also could have his fingers pushing inside him, in and out of a wet place that reacted pleasurably to the friction. He felt his head spinning and he subconsciously adjusted his stance, momentarily disabled by the friction he could get from the motion of fabric shifting against his own part.
Oh my god , he thought, I finally get why people fucking touch this thing!
He thought maybe he should, but it was in that moment that the Hua Cheng statue put a large hand around Xie Lian’s waist, and began to bring him closer to his own.. part. Xie Lian’s face changed, and he seemed to grow even thicker with need, but strangely this also coincided with him removing his fingers from his part, which Mu Qing found confusing for only a brief moment before he remembered. Before Hua Cheng shifted and Mu Qing saw it.
It was considerably bigger than Mu Qing’s own, helped especially by the circumstances of him being aroused. It was like a swollen, reddened version of what he knew to be the male part, and he wondered if his own resembled it in his equally aroused state. Something about this thought sent a jolt through him, and he felt that very place twitch. He tried not to groan.
Hua Cheng appeared to be ready to do the act, and Xie Lian was all but trembling as Hua Cheng brought his hardness to his entrance, and before Mu Qing could really process it, Hua Cheng was pushing into him.
The push inside was slow, and Xie Lian appeared to react to every single moment of its intrusion, as if the further inside it went, the more pleasurable it became. Hua Cheng also groaned, and Mu Qing felt his perspective flip in an instant as he imagined being in his shoes, pushing himself into something that he just knew intuitively would feel amazing. With the slow and careful way Hua Cheng was pushing inside, it was obvious that place, for all its slick and wetness, was also tight. It was that thought that pushed him into a place of no return, as Mu Qing instinctually brought a hand to his own place, cupping the weight of it through his thick robes.
Holy shit.
He grabbed tight and brought his hand slowly across it, trying to mimic the pace he saw Hua Cheng move with as he slowly thrusted in and out of Xie Lian. He saw stars. There was no logistical way Mu Qing could’ve even been aware his body was capable of such searing pleasure.
Without thinking much of anything other than the feeling, Mu Qing quickly untied the bow of string at his waist, and scrambled to fist his way into his robes, needing to feel the sensation of his hand more intimately. Before he made contact, he thought for a second, and brought his hand back out. Thinking of Xie Lian’s wet insides, he licked the palm of his hand in earnest, letting excess drool pool out of his mouth, hoping to replicate the feeling as best as possible. When he finally brought his now damp hand to his sex, he knew it had been worth the endeavor, as shivers broke out across his body, oh so hot where his hand met his part. He had never felt this kind of feeling before, and he quickly began more efficiently pumping his length, wondering how Hua Cheng wasn’t giving in and doing the same.
Xie Lian was arched, head thrown back and throat now liberally letting out noises. Mu Qing nearly whined at the sight, and pumped his fist faster in his robes. Hua Cheng had finally started moving slightly faster, and the slick sound of his hardness sliding in and out of Xie Lian’s body was intoxicating. Mu Qing was so entranced that he hadn’t realized he was letting out his own noises, desperate little uh uh uh ’s as he pleasured himself to the sight. He only realized when suddenly, Xie Lian’s eyes turned and landed on him.
The shock was almost enough to stop Mu Qing in his tracks. Almost. It was so fucking embarrassing, Mu Qing could recognize this, that he just kept dragging his wet hand across himself, but he was too deeply immersed in the sensation that he couldn’t stop, especially at the leveling realization that this wasn’t really Xie Lian and merely a perfect replica, and he wasn’t actually being caught masturbating in his own garden while watching his acquaintances have sex. He was being caught masturbating in his own garden by two stone divine statues having sex. That was different. And Xie Lian was so beautiful, so entirely hot that Mu Qing was able to battle away his encroaching panic with the continual stroking of his hand.
And.. was he being crazy or did the Xie Lian statue seem to enjoy taking in the sight of him watching? He hadn’t stopped looking at him, and if anything, the knitting of his brows deepened, and his mouth had fallen open, as if he was so thoroughly excited from the eye contact that it was enhancing the pleasure he was feeling. Mu Qing didn’t look away either, and if anything he longed, he wished, he needed.. to taste, to touch, to feel the wetness of Xie Lian’s sex on his tongue, to bite into his flesh, to feel the hot, wet cavern of his inside place tugged against his hardness.. to.. to..
Mu Qing had known that sex culminated in one, final, triumphant moment, and that that was the moment that was key to procreation, but he had failed to be informed about the earth shattering feeling that would erupt from his core, shuddering through his entire body in seemingly endless waves of white hot pleasure. The sensation was as surreal as it got, rendering his entire sense of awareness useless and he succumbed to it, unable to stop the furious motion of his hand, even as he felt the surrounding fabric dampen, and a new kind of wetness coat his place. Throughout it all, he watched with complete perverse pleasure as Xie Lian appeared to experience something equivalent, as he too was shuddering, wailing and shaking in Hua Cheng’s firm grip. The area where their sexes converged seemed to get even wetter, and Hua Cheng fucked him through it, thrusting hard and steadily inside, and he didn’t stop, even when Xie Lian’s climax seemed to subside.
“Your Highness,” Hua Cheng groaned above him, “Have you been satisfied?”
Xie Lian was a mess, but he managed to reply, “I will be when you… you–”
Mu Qing heard Hua Cheng’s strained laugh, and it was a pretty sound that seemed to come from a surprisingly genuine place. “This one should have expected as much. Don’t worry, I’ll put it deep.”
With that, his thrusts picked up in speed, and it became clear he was nearing his own climax. With a resounding moan, Hua Cheng pushed in and stayed there, shaking slightly, and Mu Qing knew what was going on. He knew Hua Cheng was releasing himself inside Xie Lian, and although he had just released himself, he still felt a pang of arousal, mixed with envy, hit his system. But before he could process that that meant, the statues suddenly froze all together.
They’d used up all their spiritual power.
Suddenly it was just Mu Qing, hand still holding his own length, standing over the now conjoined statue of his acquaintances, who were as inanimate as ever, as if nothing had ever happened. It only took a second of this for reality to smack Mu Qing squarely over the head.
WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST–