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Jiang Cheng stared at the box in front of him. It was a gift, had to be, dropped off by an “anonymous” person. His disciple had left it on his desk, moved his paperwork even, for the damn thing! It had better be important, this was one of his few days off.
Annoyed already, Jiang Cheng ripped off the lid. It was a rod, a flexible one. How the.... Oh Wei Ying had better not be behind this. He nudged it aside, reluctant to pick it up yet. There was a note underneath, and a paper doll that looked almost like him.
“I know you don’t like to have the feeling of other people, so this is the perfect compromise. Yes Wei Ying helped, but it was my idea. The doll is you, and what it feels, you feel. It has three little talismans on it. Green for go, yellow slow down, red stop everything. I think you’ll like it☺
Huaisang.
Cheeky fucker. Ever since Jiang Cheng had told him of being an aromantic asexual, he had been trying to find something for Jiang Cheng to masturbate with. Jiang Cheng appreciated the effort, but that had never been something he’d had luck with. Too much effort to keep something moving, the thought of another person even around him in such a moment horrifying. So what was this perfect compromise? He was almost afraid to find out. Almost.
He had already visited his family, and even the friends in the towns closest to the Jiang sect. No one would bother him unless he reached out first, or fell out of contact for a while. The second was a recent addition, yet gave his heart a bit of warmth when he thought of it. Nevertheless, he’d be alone for at least the rest of the day. It wasn’t even noon yet.
He locked the door to his room, and closed the windows, then put up sound silencing talismans, a gift from his brother, and made sure the windows were shut. It was time to give himself the things books said were only achieved through another person touching you. Ugh. Song Lan had a point about that part, though he also found a compromise, something Xue Yang never shuts up about.
The rod was made out of something he’d never felt before, and was disturbingly flexible. There was a stick figure drawn on it. When Jiang Cheng looked back to the little paper doll, he thought “Time to experiment”. This was going to be exciting.
He set the rod down, and picked up the doll, but didn’t feel anything. Puzzled, he picked the rod up, and pressed his thumb over the painted green leaf. He felt the place he was holding the doll, buzzing slightly. He turned it over, to read Huaisang’s handwriting again. “You know that fantasy you told me about? Well, I have the other doll. Same rules, it’s connected to the rod, and I can see which leaf you press. Would love to play!”
Cheeky fucker indeed. A fantasy where a phantom held him down, and fucked his brains out was unbecoming of a sect leader, but Huaisang didn’t judge, and he was one of the few people he could trust with this. He checked the silencing talismans again, he was going to need them.
He laid out a blanket, and made sure to get comfortable, his hair in a simple ponytail. He tapped the doll’s butt and mimed pushing in, then leaned back as the trailing sensation came and went, pressing the green leaf enthusiastically.
It took a second, and felt panicked, before a lubed finger began to circle his entrance. His breathe skipped, as it made its way up. If he did it right, he could pretend it wasn’t Huaisang. Or that the green leaf didn’t even exist. Now that sounded exciting.
Minding his own business, when he hears a door break, or something shatter. The faceless phantom taking Zidian from him, and pinning him down. He fights, he yells, and then...
The first finger pushed in. He gasped, and arched for a second, as it went in, and seemingly explored. As soon as it could, a second joined it, pushing a breath out of him as they pushed deeper. “Ah... h-hgah...” His hand drifted to between his legs, but he felt nothing there.
But inside... oh. This phantom was going to break him.
“G-gh, uh, h-hah...” It kept going, the fingers getting faster, and the pleasure spiking higher. He couldn’t process the sounds he was making, but it didn’t matter, this felt, so good. So good! He felt three fingers in him now, the thrusting starting to move him up the blanket, as they were happy to settle in for the long haul, the phantom wanting to make a point. He couldn’t focus on anything but-
“Nnn... mm... Ah!" Then, they hit something that made him arch, and cry out. They paused for a moment, then readjusted so they hit that spot over and over. He whimpered, and writhed, babbling senselessly.
“Ah... ah,..haha... nghh” He wasn’t going to last long like this. He could already feel the drool starting to slip out of his mouth as his orgasm grew closer. The phantom had taken a sect leader that could lead armies, and made him as senseless as a bitch in heat.
Jiang Cheng let his thoughts go soft and fuzzy as the fingers fucked him, gasping and moaning, burning up inside. A fourth finger curling, then. White. He clenched his hands as he came hard, and finally collapsed back as the aftershocks hit him. No person to touch. No one to feel this but him. Perfect.
The rod starting to ring, a gentle bell that almost sounded like his cleansing bell. Asking for round two? He wasn’t sure on jumping to the next level yet, so he ran his fingers over the doll’s butt in the same motion as before, and settled on his hands and knees, keeping the ground soft enough with pillows. not to bruise. This phantom seemingly didn’t want that kind of evidence left behind.
There was no hesitation this time. The phantom knew what he liked, and dove in. Two fingers went in, and got to work. He was soon mewling, and moaning, for one letting himself feel, and be honest vocally. To the phantom though, he only cursed, he would not be defeated like this!
"Uhh no-uh... Ah... Uhh♡... Uhh! Aha, no-ahhh! G-g-get off- off- of me-ee-oh, oh yes." His prostate, that’s what that was called right? Well, Huaisang the phantom, seemed to have made it his mission to make it feel as much as possible.
Within seconds, Jiang Cheng’s mind is reduced to nonsense. “Mngh, no-gh ah, ah...!!” All he can think about is how good, how amazing it was, somehow brushing his walls in all the best places. He couldn’t fight back against this brain melting goodness. “Uhh... Mm, m, oh, oh... F-fuck yesss..." The fingers thrust into him over and over and over again, pumping out soft mewls each time. This phantom knew what they were doing.
Faster, faster, his eyes were glazed over, as he couldn’t even think of how Huaisang was enjoying this as much as he was. “Mnah, bast- gah, bastar-ah! Gah-h-hah—no- oh!” He was soon coming again, and the fingers stopped as he breathed, jelly legs giving out to the soft surface. The phantom drew away.
This was amazing, and he didn’t want it to end, almost breaking the rod with how hard he stabbed the green leaf. The phantom decided it was time for another round, not holding back.
Oversensitive, he shook, as all four fingers massaged that amazing feeling. It suddenly started pulsing, and Jiang Cheng could only breathlessly moan and drool as his eyes crossed from the intense sensations, "Oh... Oh... Mhhh... Oh... Ohhh!” The fingers drilled faster, thrusted in a little deeper, determined to do everything he can to break the man beneath him. Fuck a proud man silly with only fingers.
The ultimate power play.
His eyes fogged over and jaw hung slack, “Ah, h-hah...”. Multiple strikes against his prostate leave Jiang Cheng gasping for breath, the sounds not even sounding human. “Nghah...ah! Ah, oh, uh, gah, h-h-uh-uh, uh, ngh. Ah!” Pulse, pulse pulse, every one making his body vibrate, his eyes flutter, and pleasure explode, pushing him into an orgasm that had him blacking out. The phantom left, satisfied. For now.
The rod was buzzing when he woke, almost sounding worried. He rolled it until his numb fingers could press the familiar green leaf, pressing it for a few second before letting go. He sat back, and breathed.
That was amazing. He’d have to do this again. And soon.
It had been a long, and hard week. Too many sect meetings, too many stressful political schemes, he was 50 ways of done with all of this. The day had come for him, and just in time before he killed someone.
Huaisang had pulled his aside, and worriedly asked if he’d gone too far. Jiang Cheng had gripped him by the shoulders and told him that was the best sleep he’s had in a while. He smiled, and tugged Huaisang closer. “In fact, since we both have similar interests, I was wondering if we could try this again, in a different way...”
The doll didn’t look any different, still a little copy of him, with a smile painted on his face, like he was happy Jiang Cheng was taking time for himself. He had a point. Many, if this goes well.
This time, Jiang Cheng started on his hands and knees, the position feeling somewhat more comfortable. He picked up the miniscule rod that Huaisang had gifted him. After activating the doll, he mimed pushing it in, and prepared himself.
The phantom hadn’t had its fill. He fought hard, but this time, ropes bound his upper body, forcing him to present his ass up in the most humiliating position for the phantom to take advantage of. He couldn’t wait.
Something wet entered him this time, and he jolted. After it paused, he pushed the green leaf. The tongue darted into him again, and he moaned this time. Right, prep. The phantom was at least that polite. Well, he was a cultivator with quite a bit of steam. Still, this was... amazing. “More...please...” He ran his finger over the green leaf again. The tongue reached deeper, and pressed that spot. “Ngh, oh, ah—get off of me, you bast-oh, oh, g-get-gah, ooh, hah.”
Jiang Cheng’s toes curl, eyes beginning to roll back as pleasure wracks his body. He couldn’t stop the moans he was making, as his mind clouded from all the stress of the past week. Maybe it was better to just give in, the phantom was making him forget, forget oh so wonderfully. “Just keep goin-ah... h-hgah gah mmn...” He was drooling already, the tongue going deeper, and the breathy moans coming out of him only got louder as he got closer. “Mno-no-nh, yes, yes, ye-gah, ahh!” He was coming before he knew it, convulsing around the tongue.
He pushed the green leaf again, not wanting to leave that feeling so soon. This phantom just would not stop until it had wrung every drop of pleasure from him. The pace of his breath increased, heat flooded along the surface of his skin, electric bolts of pleasure coursed through his veins. “Hgh... ough, ah, no-no-hah, ah—“
Huaisang the phantom, seemed intent on making him loose his mind, as a finger joined the tongue, drilling that spot, as he writhed against the invisible sensation. “Mmm, n-no-n, get offf-f-fuc-ohh-- ah, ah!” That pulsing again, it was so good, so good.
He felt like his mind is wobbling, unable to control his body’s movements as pleasure invades every one of his senses. He was panting, as the finger and tongue milked him violently, cumming hard. Just like he’d asked. The phantom drew out, leaving the room, to fetch something else to torment him with, he was sure.
They hadn’t even gotten to what he’d requested yet, or he’d push the green leaf again.
He gave himself enough time to feel again, drank some water, and rechecked the talismans, before getting ready to feel like a character in Huaisang’s dirty novels.
This phantom really had no limits. It has defiled him every way back there, but this was the worst. It was ready to make a claim on the great sect leader bound, helpless beneath it, thoroughly cushioned.
The rod made its move, and then Jiang Cheng felt a lubed jade phallus nudge itself to his entrance.
He pressed the green leaf, and it made its way in. He’d never felt anything like this, and his eyes crossed, as he moaned loudly. The phantom felt so much bigger than what he’d saw. "Nngh... Ahhh... fuck..." He’d never felt so full. It was intent on shredding his dignity, it seemed. He panted for a minute, growing used to the feeling of something being there, but not being there. He pressed the green leaf again and held on for dear life, knowing the phantom had no mercy.
It started slow, the mechanism inside pushed the phallus forward, quickly. The phantom wanted him to feel this, how he could do nothing but take the cock making its way along every nerve he had back there. It soon bottomed out, and after a quick press, it started thrusting. He came, already weak, and he could almost hear it laugh at that.
He was done for, his body jerking, and he held onto his pillow as it had its way with his ass, thrusting deeply, and quickly finding that spot that made his eyes roll to the back of his head. It was set to destroy him, and didn’t give a damn about anything else. He could understand that.
“Uh... no-n, ugh,oh stop-sto-uh.” So... so good. "Y-yes, fu-f-, oh, oh, no, g-get, aa-way- way- ah, uhh-“ His jaw couldn’t work right. He couldn’t get anything to work right, the pleasure taking him apart so well. “Ah, oh, oh ah!”
That fantasy... well it had already done such filthy things, now it wanted the hole it had come to claim. It was sticking its cock deeper and deeper into him, holding his head down, and keeping him in the perfect position to drill his prostate.
It just kept going, he could only think about the intense pleasure coursing through his body. “Ahh.!! Ughn...! ♡♡♡..Uh, t-too g-good, uh. “Ah—! Ah, n- no, please, no more...”uh..uh, I c-can’t, I c-can’t-ha, hah ♡♡... oh....”
It just kept plunging into him, its chase for pleasure only heightening his as it fucked him open, so deep, so hard, so- “No, yo-uh, uh, basta-OH, oh, oh. No-mgh—!! Ngh, more-mor-ngh!”
His defenses were being broken, as the pleasure made thinking impossible as he came, and the phantom was treated to the sight of his eyes, seemingly unable to process the euphoria, crossing in a deep, fucked out glaze.
Green leaf, and it was its way deeper, deeper, deeper. His thoughts become muddled. Completely out of his mind, as that warm, ridged length works its way deep within. Jiang Cheng can feel it in his guts, as it rams in, with the whole weight of its setting, deep into him again and again and again, getting him drunk on the feeling. “Uh, uh, oh, st-stop, uh, n-no, oh, o-oh, oh, uh, a-ah!” His eyes seemed to be stuck rolled back, the pleasure shooting through his veins so intoxicating he can barely form a single thought. He was ruined, so very ruined, and the phantom was only getting started. Intent on fucking him dumb enough to be red.
“Hah, h-hah—D-dam-ah-dammit Hua-aahh! Ah, hah, h-hah—s-so, so- n-nooo, so g—g-good-ahh!!”
His brain was mush, a fog having taken it and his unfocused eyes over, staring right through the wall as he was pounded by the phantom, only focused on the sensation of the phallas, the phantom, moving like it couldn’t care less that it was breaking a sect leader’s sanity, drilling deep. Exactly like he wanted.
He came quickly, smacking the green leaf, and the phallus kept going, driving him insane. The phantom fucked him right through it, thrilling his nerves.
"Uhh keep goin... Uhh... Uhh... Shit... Uhh! Basta-Uhh! Ah ye- ye- yes-ah a-oh, no, no, n-n-uh, ahhh!" The machine’s pace only continues to accelerate until each desperate moan punched out of his lungs feels like it’ll be his last.
This phantom was intent on breaking his mind with bliss, and it was working. He panted, and the puddle of drool next to him only made him look more debauched, with the ropes keeping him bound like a sacrifice.
He writhes in ecstasy, each powerful thrust finding its way to the most sensitive parts of him, never- ending waves of pleasure rolling through Jiang Cheng’s body like the tides of the lotus lakes.
It was so big, going so fast. "Ah-g-get awa- ah-sto- ah! Deep-ah, so deep, uh, oh s- stop, sto-Aah ah, ah, ah... Oh fuuck, s-so, dee-deep! S-so good! Uh, huh, gah, nghh..." His eyes stared into nothingness, jaw slightly clenched, though the drool slipped though, intent on the feeling, the amazing feeling of being plowed so perfectly. Fucked stupid, so perfectly for how he’d pushed himself recently. “Uh, uh ungh”
His ass up in the air, and imagining as the phantom drilled into him, holding him down as he squirmed and fought. Meanwhile, his pillow was happy to take his motions of helpless pleasure.
Before he can recover, the next one arrives, driving him under, throwing him deeper into the mind numbing fog he so desperately needed, that precious spot keeping him
whining. “Ah, mor-ah...! Ah, more-ngh, hah—gah, hah, ♡ mmn—! Harder-har-h, ah, ah~!! Uh, uh, uh, nghh, mn, so big, oh, oh, hah, ungh, oooh.”
Coming again, blanking out in his pleasure. He waited a minute before he pushed the green leaf again this time. He was going numb, and that was no fun.
As it starts again, the phantom taking his hips and going to town, he shakes uncontrollably, drowning in pleasure for he didn’t know how long. Now he knew why people thought those sounds were murder or demons.
Keep going, keep going, he didn’t want to remember his own name for a while as the ridges stimulated his insides.
The phantom pistoned in and out, watching as his eyes would have a moment of clarity, only to glaze, cross, or roll back soon after. So cute how he kept fighting. Another well angled thrust, and he was back into the fog. Ruined, he was ruined, for anything after this, fucked stupid by a faceless phantom.
His mouth was open, panting and drooling, he couldn’t even think to be embarrassed. He just laid his head down and took it. “Ah ah ah ah— ah— AHH! ♡ Hahh... hah, ha yes-AAAh, gh, ♡ oh-ngh, mgh, uh, ngh...! Hah, oh... nghh... ah, ah...”
The machine only got faster, and he came again, smacking the leaf, and feeling his eyes roll back again as the phallus found that spot and focused on it, every thump against his insides pushing out a short moan out of him, the toy sped up minutely, pounding into him hard and fast. The phantom was close.
The head of the toy kept battering his prostate, and he kept... cumming. "Oh... Oh... Mhhh... Oh... Ohhh... ...Ooohhh..." More, another orgasm, more, another, more.
“Feels so... so-ah--! Ah... ♡!! G-good-ah!” Cultivator stamina was really something.
It finally stopped, and the phallus pulled out. The phantom had finally come, and seemed intent on not ending the night.
He hadn’t pressed red or yellow yet though. Tiredly, he picked his head up. He flipped the doll over “One moment!☺”
Well, he could use a break. Water, and shifting to a less wet spot. He began to regain sensation there. Perfect.
The sadistic phantom returned, pushing his ass up further, and marveling at the ruined cultivator beneath them.
A new phallus nudged him. Green leaf, and it pressed in. The other had been slightly curved but this...this felt like what size Wei Ying said the Lan’s were always hiding.
Amazing. It might break him.
He could finally feel again in that area, as the phantom made itself comfortable, somehow bigger now, and after a press, started the same rhythm. The larger size
meant it stimulated everything, and damn it... “Mmm... hahh, ahh♡...” he was moaning quickly, as it drove the breath from him, and caused stars to explode behind his eyes. The phantom chuckled, already this cock stupid, this would be fun. Then, it vibrated. “Ahhhh— ahh— AHH!” Oh, it didn’t stop!
He came. His eyes rolled, only to try and focus again, as he spasmed beneath the impassive phantom, who held him down through his writhing bliss.
“Ah—ah – ah, a-ah! Ha ha - ha ha♡ - hahahahah t-this, th- this is, i-oh, oh, uh, uh, oh,
♡ more, more!” His eyes crossed, then rolled back, his jaw slack, as he panted, and mewled, it drove every thought from his brain, and kept going, even getting faster. He was a broken mess of pleasure, and the phantom decided it was time to fully break, the oh so powerful sect leader, just a bit more.
“Hahh... hah, haAAAh, gh, ngh, mgh, yes, ngh! Hah♡... nghh... ah, ah...” Again, again, it pulsated and vibrated, he couldn’t process how it felt this good. His fucked out sounds only encouraged the phantom.
“T-ah-too much, t-t-too m-m-mu-uh, uh. You’re g-g-gonna f-fucking b-b-break m-me- ah, uh oh” It really is too much, he’s going to— He comes again. This phantom’s stamina is better than his. That joke was biting him back now.
Deeper, faster, nailing his prostate. He can’t get away. The pleasure had its way with him, letting him roll in its mindless bliss, as the phantom railed him for all its worth. It’s breaking him open as he loses all control of his coherent thought.
He can’t feel himself. His mind is blank. He’s utterly helpless and it feels extraordinary. He was a mewling sleeve for the phantom at this moment, and it felt exactly as he’d wanted, without all the other things quoted “necessary”.
It started thrusting. Shit. This phantom was going to fuck him stupid to another goddamm plane. Yes please.
“Ah - Ah” He came. “Ah - Ah – Ah”
He came again. "Ahhh... ...mhhh... ah!" Such bliss. It’s so much, it’s so much— “Ah! Yes- ye-Ah!! Ough, h-hah,-ugh, too g-good-hah!!!”
So, so much— The phantom slamming itself inside, fucking into him harder and deeper and faster, his entire being dizzy, panting with unbelievable pleasure. "Oh... Oh... Mhhh... Oh... Ohhh”
His eyes were white behind his fluttering lids, he could only babble drooling nonsense, and his body was thrusting as it was drilled by the invisible machine, mind falling entirely out of it as pleasure overwhelms him.
“Gh... gah, ah, uh, uh, uh, ah, ah, uh, h-hah...!” The phantom had won, it broke a proud sect leader into a mewling, pleasure dumb husk, drooling in mindless bliss, as he stopped fighting the sensations.
He lost count of his orgasms, but he didn’t regret a single one. Neither did the phantom.
When he woke up, he was clean, and in a soft bed, feeling a hand adjusting the blankets. He panicked, who had seen him in such a state? A familiar hand came into view, with a familiar fan.
“Had fun, didn’t you?” He had a smirk just a tad too knowing.
“You tested that on yourself, didn’t you?” Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes fondly. “Mayyybe.” He was blushing behind his fan. Then he sighed. “I wanted to check on you. That thing can be intense”
“It was perfect. But you better give me some aftercare cuddles”
“Oh fine”