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Xie Lian tried to stay as still as possible while the heavenly emperor had his fingers up his ass, but his face was flushed with embarrassment.
"It's alright, Xianle," he soothed, stroking the youth's back. "You're doing very well, I'm glad you came to me with this concern."
He didn't know what had happened - he'd woken up from a dream he couldn't quite remember in a shameful sticky mess. Unsure what to do, or how it would affect his cultivation and vows, he'd run off to the temple of divine might to pray for guidance. He had not expected the emperor himself to answer so directly, but here they were. Now he was bent over the altar while the emperor performed his probing inspection. "Is...is everything okay?"
"Xialne, I know my favourite follower would never do anything to displease me on purpose, but sometimes dreams can lead a mortal body astray." As he spoke, he continued his probing, rubbing small circles with his fingers. Xie Lian would have thought such a thing was too dirty for the gods, but Jun Wu seemed unconcerned. Even if his words were worrying, his tone was very reassuring. "However, there are ways to recover from such setbacks. Are you sure you remember nothing of your dream?"
"No, your majesty." He flushed even deeper. He remembered the night before he'd been sitting and watching Feng Xin practice his archery. It was still hot and humid late into the evening, and his bodyguard had removed his outer robe, even stripped down so his chest was bare, showing his bronze skin and muscled shoulders. But surely... "No," he repeated, more firmly, then gasped as Jun Wu touched something inside of him. Something that felt dangerously good.
"Hmmm, I see. How does this feel, Xianle? It's important that you tell me honestly." He probed the spot a little more forcefully, and Xie Lian's gasp came out as more of a cry. They were still in the temple - what if someone came and heard?
"It feels.... good." He didn't really have the words to describe it, like his body might not be able to control itself. "Is that bad? Is something wrong?"
"Not necessarily, but it could become a problem if it isn't treated. I have seen this before, Xianle. I can share some of my divine power to try and remove the impurities from your body, but you have to try and resist as long as possible, so I can purge as much as I can. Do you think you can do that for me?"
"Y...yes, your majesty." Trying to hold back that sensation would be difficult, but he would do his best. He started reciting the Dao De Jing in his mind as the emperor began.
He could feel the emperor's power inside him, a nudge of something more than just the fingers pushing against his insides, and did his best to stay focused as Jun Wu thrust into him relentlessly. Soon he could feel something leaking from his cock as well, a pale white fluid dripping all over the altar. But Jun Wu continued to tell him how well he was doing, encouraging him to hold out longer, despite the swelling feelings of power and pleasure inside him. His cock was fully erect, but he trusted that whatever the emperor was doing would help him overcome the failings of his body. It was shocking just how much fluid the emperor was able to purge - were his thoughts really so impure? And even when he resorted to panting out the words of his mantra out loud, it was getting harder and harder to control himself.
"My lord," he whined, finally, pushing back against the hand inside him, "Please, I can't, I need..." and then he felt the emperor's power blossom through him, flooding through his body. He clung to the altar as he cried out, overwhelmed. Slowly, the emperor withdrew his hand, helping him up and holding up against his own body, away form the puddle of sticky shame
"Oh, Xianle.... Look at you, you were so good for me. Look at how much you were able to take of my power, how much impurity you were able to purge. I'm so proud of you."
The praise felt good, as comforting as the strong arms around him, and he flushed with it, feeling deeply relieved. "Is it over? Am I fixed?'
The emperor stroked his hair gently. "We can test you, to be sure. Do you think you can handle that?"
Desperate for certainty, he nodded eagerly. "Yes your majesty, of course."
"You're so obedient, Xianle, there really is no one else like you." He smiled, and Xie Lian was surprised when he drew a sword. It was beautiful, but not one he had seen before. "This is yan zhen. The blade will tell me whether or not you remain pure. However, in order to be sure after the treatment, I will have to put the sword inside you. Are you ready for that?"
Xie Lian wasn't sure he was, but he trusted Jun Wu implicitly. He also wasn't sure exactly what the emperor meant, but following his best guess, he opened his mouth wide. For a moment, Jun Wu seemed as though he might correct him, but then he smiled, positioning Xie Lian to kneel before him.
"Yes, this will work very well. Be careful of Xianle, I don't want to hurt you."
The emperor presented him with the blade of the sword, and Xie Lian leaned forward to close his mouth around it carefully. Jun Wu was looking down at him, his expression as serene as ever, but he thought he saw a flicker of something unfamiliar as he closed his lips around the tip of the blade.
"Try and take as much in as you can," he advised. "That way the test will be more certain."
Xie Lian suppressed the urge to nod - he would have to show his obedience through his actions instead. He opened his mouth wider, trusting the heavenly emperor to hold the sword steady as he took more of it into his mouth, until he could feel the sharp point of it almost touching the back of his throat. The metal was cold, and he wasn't sure if he imagined the taste of blood in his mouth. Was it his own? How long did he need to stay here like this. He looked up to meet the emperor's gaze, eyes full of trust, looking for direction. It felt like ages before he nodded.
"Very good, Xianle," was all he said, his voice sounding a bit rough, as though he understood how frightening the experience was, even for such a devoted follower. There was something about the care though that made that place in his core feel warm and tingly again, as it had when the emperor had his fingers inside him. Had he failed the test? He slid his mouth back off the sword. The taste of blood remained.
"Did I pass?" he asked hopefully, worried what might happen if he didn't.
"You did," the emperor said, stroking Xie Lian's head as he knelt before him. "For now."
"For now?" What did that mean? His heart seized with anxiety again, but Jun Wu gave him another reassuring, serene, smile.
"If this happened once, it could happen again. So, for your sake, I think we should repeat these treatments regularly. If the problem persists, we may have to try some more advanced techniques. Do you understand?"
"Yes, your majesty." It was concerning to think it might happen again, but he felt safe knowing that the heavenly emperor was so willing to help him. He rose and bowed deeply. "Your humble worshipper thanks you for your care." In truth, as he left the temple to return to his rooms, he even looked forward to it happening again.