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“A-Ying,” Hanguang-jun said softly, his voice hard, “what did I tell you to call your tiny, desperate hole?”
“My- my pussy,” Wei Ying cried, tears dripping down his forehead as his hand quivered on the bed. He was upside down but it was still the harsh tone that brought more tears to his eyes.
“And what is A-Ying supposed to call himself?” Hanguang-jun asked in the same hard tone. Wei Ying hiccupped, sounding terribly pathetic and tiny as he responded, “Hanguang-jun's honourable wife.”
“What is my wife's little pussy supposed to do?” Hanguang-jun asked, almost patiently. But Wei Ying choked on pussupussypussy running through him like heat in the summer. Hanguang-jun did not like the pause.
“Take care of my husband's cock!” Wei Ying yelped as Hanguang-jun pinched Wei Ying's cock hole cruelly.
“Then why is my honorable wife bouncing his ass at the juniors? When A-Ying clearly belongs on his husband's cock?” Hanguang-jun grinded in deeply inside Wei Ying's wrecked ruined hole. His cheeks spread obscenely wide, hole stuffed to the brim with his cock. The picture his tiny A-Ying made with his fat ass and tiny body was nauseatingly adorable.
Wei Ying let out a hiccuping breath, his cock leaking on the floor, face and arms planted on the bed and legs dangling in the air without support as Hanguang-jun held his tiny hips with one hand and his cock held up his ass even more to give his husband a better view.
His tiny stomach had an obscene bulge, made worse by the arch of this back. Hanguang-jun’s other hand trapped Wei Ying's tiny, underaged cock to the bulge in his stomach and as he shifted, Wei Ying sobbed. The cock spreading his pussy moved and the bulge cock rubbed against his trapped cock.
Hanguang-jun pulled out slowly. Well, more like pulled Wei Ying's ass off his cock, with how tightly they were stuck. If he yanked his cock out, they would probably end up with half his wife’s intestine on the floor.
It was so very tight. There was blood and lube on his cock. Even when he tried to ease it in, it wouldn't. Not when his wife was in the body of a 13 year old.
Tiniest waist he had ever seen. He swore he had heard bones shifting as he pressed his cock in deep, but he hadn't cared.
He could never have imagined the reaction he would have to Wei Ying coming back as a 13 year old and then bring dropped off at the Jingshi with Hanguang-jun to take care of him.
He groaned as he pushed his cock back in. His cock hit the soft intestine wall, deep inside. He grinded down on it. He had never been this deep inside Wei Ying.
In fact, he had never been inside Wei Ying's original body. And to have it now, in reality, to have Wei Ying look even younger than he had been, even tinier than he had been at 15. The temptation he had been presented with, made Hanguang-jun feel a little mad.
Wei Ying gagged, letting out small pained whines with every grind even as his tiny cock leaked like a faucet. It was painful, the large thing inside him was rearranging his organs, his soft insides abused by the hard thing that bulged out regardless of if there was anything in his path.
Wei Ying was dizzyingly, nauseatingly full. He would have vomited if there was anything in his stomach. But when Hanguang-jun dragged that huge object out, his insides felt hollow, emptied out. Wei Ying cried more at the feeling, whining high pitched at the loneliness of his insides.
Being too full was okay. But too empty was terrible. He didn't want to be empty. Even if everything inside him hurt, he wanted that large, hot thing inside him.
Hanguang-jun leaned down, obliging to his wife's unspoken needs, his cock pressing even more firmly inside as he wiped his wife's precome on his body, following the bulge to the top and then pulling his nipples tightly.
He pulled, like he was attempting to detach it from his body entirely, harsh and merciless. He let go of Wei Ying's hip, holding his chest, fingers keeping the nipples pinched between as he struggled to get his cock out. Wei Ying heaved with every too harsh breath, his tiny nipples felt so good, he hadn't even known he'd wanted it so desperately before his husband started stroking and pulling it.
It was so sensitive, trapped and rolling between two fingers as he husband emptied him out. It almost felt like a silent apology for leaving him empty. Wei Ying threw his head back at the sensations from his nipples, moaning like the slut he was, his tongue sticking out of his mouth and drooling. There was only the indescribable pleasure and pain.
Hanguang-jun pulled back more, almost yanking his entire cock out in a single move. As he had expect, hungrily, a soft pink part of Wei Ying hugged his cock as he pulled it out. Halfway out, he looked at the soft insides of his beloved almost an inch outside his body.
“A-Ying's body is so greedy,” he whispered to the almost-incoherent boy. He stroked the insides softly, and Wei Ying's voice broke out in a sob as Hanguang-jun stayed that way, gently stroking Wei Ying's soft insides.
He pushed in, and then pulled out again, watching in wonder as a little more came out. He thrust in and out, a harsh but steady pace, ignoring Wei Ying's wet sobs and his incoherent blabbering, as he watched his beloved show more of himself under his husband's careful, tender eyes. Wei Ying could felt it, the way his body clung to his husband's cock, his insides being molded completely as his husband wished. He pushed his ass out, wanted to keep himself and his husband inside longer but his husband liked to take his time.
He pulled out completely, the bulge in his stomach disappeared, leaving Wei Ying even more lonely, he cried out loudly, and Hanguang-jun hit his jiggling ass.
“Quiet,” he commanded. Wei Ying sobbed, trying to arch his back, showing off the gaping hole of his ass that showed Hanguang-jun absolutely everything- his bruised pink insides lines with blood, precome and lube, gaping open, soft and welcoming.
Wei Ying wanted his husband's touch, he wanted to be filled. His cock hurt but his hole hurt more. It was so very lonely. It had worked so hard to cling to his husband's cock, and now it had spilled out of his body even, desperate for even a little more. His insides were puffy, the tender fluffs that had been abused terribly by Hanguang-jun's obscenely big cock, specially when he had forced it inside the body of a 13 year old.
The blood and lube smattered the soft flesh and Hanguang-jun's hard cock, but Hanguang-jun ignored it, stroking the quivering insides that Wei Ying's body had decided to show him and decided that he couldn't not show his appreciation for it. Wei Ying's body knew who he belonged to.
The wide gape of his normally tiny hole, the quivering blobs around it that had decided to follow his cock out…everything was to show the body's ownership.
Hanguang-jun tenderly licked the blood off the soft insides first, holding the hole in a gape as he licked it off the rim first, the soft insides of Wei Ying before he dug his tongue into the soft hot hole and cleaned up that too. His cheeks and chin were held warmly in the softness of Wei Ying's insides, delicate in their show of love.
After he showed the soft hole his appreciation, he gave it a soft bite as well.
Wei Ying shrieked, the insides attempted to retreat back, but Hanguang-jun held it stubbornly. Littering it with affectionate kisses and fond bites. He had always wanted to leave marks of himself inside Wei Ying too.
Now, he was sure he would. Aside from the pain of taking his cock, his A-Ying's insides would be beautifully tender from his love. He sucked at the soft delicate flesh in his mouth, stroking it with his tongue tenderly even as he sucked it violently.
He held Wei Ying's wriggling, struggling form still easily, biting and sucking at the softness his wife had presented to him. He would have to do this to the older version to. He enjoyed the way his face was surrounded by the plush ass, the soft insides hugging to his cheeks as he kissed deep inside his wife's pussy.
It was perfectly soft and comfortable. Wei Ying's tiny body knew that without his fatter ass off adulthood, he needed more to properly slow his husband his love.
Hanguang-jun tugged the soft insides with his hands and mouth, unwilling to let it go even as Wei Ying's voice went up at an even higher pitch. He stroked it gently after a while, when he had covered as much of the flesh as he could, in bruises and marks. It went back inside his wife's pussy, it's duty done.
He turned his Wei Ying around, licking the tear drenched face, enjoying the weak, desperate clutch of his hands. He thrust his tongue inside Wei Ying's mouth, the boy moaning in pleasure, even as he struggled to breathe. He let him take one large breadth, before he pushed A-Ying down and stuffed as much of his cock that open mouth could handle.
Not much, as it turned out. His width was as obscene as his length and even though he could feel the tight fluttering at the tip of his cock, and enjoyed the way Wei Ying choked on his cock, chest heaving desperately. He couldn't force much more without actually breaking his tiny wife's jaw. He still thrust in a few times, his wife staying obediently still even as his vision grew blurry and his jaw creaked.
Hanguang-jun wouldn't actually choke his wife though, so he pulled out and rested only the tip in Wei Ying's mouth as he regained his breath.
It should do more than turn him on, he thought as he watched his wife struggle to breathe with the tip of his cock wrenching his mouth wide open. He suckled it obidiently though.
Wei Ying had been obedient this whole time. He didn't have any memory of all the times he had spent with his husband. All he knew was that Hanguang-jun was the most respected cultivator of this time, at the same time, he was Wei Ying's beloved husband.
Wei Ying was desperately servicing him, staying obedient as Hanguang-jun took advantage of him, because he knew he had nowhere to go. Because Hanguang-jun held all his rights, as the legal husband.
Of course, it wasn't true. Wei Ying was just as much his husband as Hanguang-jun was his. But his cute wife was far too clever, even as a child, and so he looked up at his husband though teary eyelashes, his holes being ruined terribly, wrecked with terrible pain and pleasure, and only wished to have done a good job.
Hanguang-jun had spent years giving and taking his pleasure from Wei Ying, and that look only made the wildfire inside him rise, obsessively. He put Wei Ying back in the same position, hands and face against the bed and spread Wei Ying's legs. He pressed a single gentle kiss at Wei Ying's softly gaping hole before he took hold of his cock and sank in.
Now wetter with Wei Ying's mouth, he struggled to reform his wife's insides. It hugged him tightly, small tears in places he could not see, and his spiritual energy spread through his cock to heal it.
Wei Ying cried out, his voice hoarse, ruined like his other hole, and Hanguang-jun used his immense strength to his advantage, pushing in deeply, watching his wife choke, his tongue sticking out as he cried and drooled. He watched the bulge in his wife's stomach and stroked his cock from the outside, then he pinched the neglected nipples and struggled his cock out, little by little.
Wei Ying cried out, his nipples hurting, but Hanguang-jun remained unrelenting. He knew how much his wife liked to have his nipples abused already. Even though they were bruised and pained, his wife would get Hanguang-jun to suckle at them. Like his bites and bruises could only be soothed by more bites and bruises.
He kept it pinched between his fingers, almost covering his wife's entire chest with his grip as he fucked in and out of Wei Ying's soft hole. Wei Ying's hips were weak, but he struggled to keep them straight as Hanguang-jun worked to give his wife pleasure.
He rewarded his wife by letting him lay down on the bed. He hovered over his wife, half his cock still stuck inside and rearranged Wei Ying's body to his liking. Wei Ying lay there, his limbs soft, his legs splayed open like a whore, his hole still trying to milk the half that remained inside. He sighed a little, enjoying the feeling of Hanguang-jun gently stroking his hair, before Hanguang-jun spread his cheeks the last bit to watch the soft hole suckling at his cock.
He gently covered Wei Ying with his entire body, completely hiding the boy. The weight of the large body was too much and Wei Ying felt like he could barely breathe, pressed down into the bed. And when the cock lowered down inside him, he really couldn't breathe. The huge thing had bulged out of his stomach before, but with the hard bed under him, his husband's body pressing him down, the cock went up . Now it felt even more unbearable.
Forget pleasure, if he didn't die, he would be grateful. But Hanguang-jun couldn't hear what Wei Ying couldn't say, so he pulled out gently, then pushed in even deeper .
Wei Ying whined, high, unable to find a proper breath as Hanguang-jun pace became quicker. Wei Ying's eyes rolled back, mouth fell open and he felt every inch of his skin pressed so deeply, that cock reaching so deep inside. It was in his lungs, in his throat. It was reforming his body as he wished.
How could any version of him have taken this obscene thing? Not for the first time, he thought if everyone before had been lying to home the entire Lan Sect, the Sect Leader about Hanguang-jun being his husband. Surely, he could never learn to take this cock everyday? He would die!
But Wei Ying felt it in his bones, the cock rearranging his insides, the large body hammering into him desperately- it was all his.
So even though he felt like he couldn't possibly come, couldn't possibly do this every day, couldn't possibly be the wife of the honorable Hanguang-jun, he still came obediently when Hanguang-jun pressed him deeper into the bed and whispered, “Come, A-Ying.”
He barely felt the hot slush of come filling up his insides when the entire weight of that body landed completely on him. Pleasure pulled him into a high, drifting him amongst the clouds. He didn't feel his husband roll them over, keeping them tightly stuck together as they regained their breath.
He only felt the gentle touches on his tender nipples, soft caresses that could be absent-minded and gentle tugging that could be attributed to simple habit.
Hanguang-jun woke him up from his daze with soft pleasurable touches, and a hard cock still splitting him wide, and watched as his A-Ying's body shook with another orgasm before he started rocking gently into his tiny wife.
Wei Ying felt only pleasure as he rested on his husband's chest, being used as a cocksleeve and being rocked into gentle pleasure again and again. Hot come rushed to fill his struggling insides again and again, until he coughed and spat out some.
Hanguang-jun only offered a soft laugh that left his ears tingling and kissed his bruised, come-wetted lips and kept rocking A-Ying's hips up and down on his husband's cock, like a proper wife was supposed to do.
A-Ying fell into a dazed pleasure-sleep, being rocked gently, knowing that his husband would make sure he completed his duty as the honorable wife of Hanguang-jun.