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"Ready?" Hua Cheng asks, putting the last touches on the spell. Xie Lian watches him, smiling.
"Ready," they say, reaching for their husband’s hand, and together they sink into the dream.
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Xie Lian holds out their arm for the aphrodisiac shot, mind wandering. They wonder how their daughter Banyue is doing, over on the neighboring farm. Probably very well. They’ve heard good things about that farm.
A slight pinch comes and goes, and the stablehand pats them on the butt. "All good," he says. "Go on, now."
Xie Lian wanders over to the pen he indicates. The aphrodisiac begins to work on their body. It’ll make this go smoothly, they know from experience. Their mind, on the other hand, is off in the clouds.
They’re let into the pen, noting the label of Hua Cheng before they step inside. The door clicks behind them.
Xie Lian blinks after a few moments and actually pays attention. Where’s the bull who’s supposed to breed them? They’re about to call out to alert a stablehand that this pen is empty when an oppressive presence materializes out of the shadows.
"So I get gege all to myself?" murmurs the bull, stalking toward them.
Slick drips out of Xie Lian. It must be the aphrodisiac, they think. They glance down to assess the weapon they’ll be facing.
Hua Cheng is huge.
Hua Cheng grins, noticing the direction of their stare. Slowly, he unties his cover-up, letting it drop to the floor of the pen.
"I’ll, um, go get ready, then," Xie Lian says awkwardly, gesturing at the breeding bench at the center of the pen. "If you don’t mind."
"I mind," Hua Cheng says, and suddenly Xie Lian is being pressed to the wall of the pen. They gasp, but it’s swallowed by Hua Cheng’s mouth on theirs, his tongue delving into their mouth.
Hua Cheng pulls away, and they pant, realizing they’ve grabbed hold of his horns. They let go, apologizing.
"I mind," Hua Cheng clarifies, "because I want to get you ready myself."
"Okay," Xie Lian says feebly, and submits to kisses on their neck, their collarbone, down to their nipples. They squeak. "San Lang, I don’t produce milk!" they say indignantly.
"Maybe you haven’t tried hard enough," Hua Cheng says, laving a tongue over one of the offending little buds.
Xie Lian feels a little like they’re in danger. "San Lang!"
"Okay, okay," Hua Cheng laughs, and scoops them up, carrying them over to the breeding bench.
Finally, Xie Lian thinks, and helps Hua Cheng untie their own cover-up. But then Hua Cheng kneels and presses his face into Xie Lian’s pussy instead of what they expect, and they yelp. Again, they say, "San Lang!"
"I’m bigger than you’re used to," Hua Cheng says reasonably, glancing up. "I’ll hurt you otherwise."
Xie Lian thumps their head back down onto the breeding bench. "Okay," they give in. "San Lang, you’re weird."
Hua Cheng grins, then presses a kiss to their clit. Xie Lian gasps, grabbing at Hua Cheng’s horns again. Hua Cheng kisses them again, then licks a long slow stripe up their slit.
"San Lang," Xie Lian gasps, grinding up into Hua Cheng’s mouth. "Please…" They aren’t sure what they’re begging for, but Hua Cheng seems to know. His tongue dips inside them.
Accompanied by various noises from Xie Lian, Hua Cheng licks them open until they shudder and go limp, pleasure flooding them. And then he looms over them as they blink up at him.
"Huh?" Xie Lian says eloquently. And then Hua Cheng’s cockhead prods at them, and they moan.
"I’m going to breed you so well," Hua Cheng whispers, sliding in. Xie Lian barely hears him, clutching at his horns and gasping. He’s so big. He fills them up so pleasantly. The stretch burns, but not enough to truly hurt.
"Give me a calf," Xie Lian says breathlessly, and Hua Cheng grins.
"I’ll give you twins," he promises, beginning to thrust forward.
Xie Lian moans, imagining it. Twins?! They’ve never carried twins before. Their belly would be so full.
"Then maybe you’ll start producing milk," Hua Cheng says, sliding a hand down to Xie Lian’s nipple, circling it with a finger. Xie Lian clenches down around him involuntarily, staring at him.
"Stop that," Xie Lian says weakly, not fully convinced themself.
"Oh?" Hua Cheng asks, smirking down at them. He thrusts into them harder, and Xie Lian makes a little noise. "I don’t believe you."
Xie Lian bats his hand away, and he just moves to focus on the other nipple. His thumb brushes over it, and Xie Lian squirms.
"If you really want me to stop," Hua Cheng challenges, "fight me off. I know you can do it."
Xie Lian doesn’t want that! They just want to get bred without all this embarrassing stuff about milk! Their chest has always been flat, and that’s fine.
When they just keep clinging to Hua Cheng’s horns, face averted, Hua Cheng grins. "Gege would produce the tastiest milk," he purrs, pinching a nipple as he begins to thrust again. Pleasure floods Xie Lian from both points of contact, and they clench down around him again.
"If I could, which I can’t," Xie Lian challenges.
Hua Cheng’s eye flicks up to them. "Hm," is all he says before rolling the nipple between his fingers. Coherent thought leaves Xie Lian’s mind.
Hua Cheng pinches, pulls, and thumbs over Xie Lian’s poor abused nipples. He pounds into Xie Lian until they can barely think. He kisses them, too, until they gasp for air, shoving him away by the horns (and pulling him close again as soon as they can breathe).
His thrusts grow erratic, long after Xie Lian was ready for it. He wraps his arms around them, shoves himself in as far as he can go, and comes directly into their womb.
"San Lang," Xie Lian gasps, squirming under him. They need just a little more… and Hua Cheng gives it, biting at their jaw. Pleasure washes over them.
They lie there, petting his hair, until their breathing slows back down. They press a kiss to his forehead; it just seems right. Hua Cheng nearly purrs at the affection.
Then he glances down at Xie Lian’s chest and his lips curve into a smile. Gently, he thumbs at one of Xie Lian’s nipples; Xie Lian shivers. Hua Cheng brings his thumb up to the light. Something white and watery drips off it.
"I thought so," Hua Cheng says, satisfied. Xie Lian blinks. Is that from them?! They look down at their chest. Sure enough, milk is beading on their other nipple as well.
"San Lang," Xie Lian says feebly. "Let’s… um, let’s make sure it takes, okay?"
"Make sure it takes," Hua Cheng repeats.
Xie Lian shoves him away, flipping over. This is how the breeding bench is supposed to work, really; this way, Xie Lian can pillow their head on their arms and daydream without any pesky bulls trying to poke at their chest or kiss them! Just business!
Hua Cheng draws near, laughing quietly. His cock pushes its way into Xie Lian’s sensitive pussy, and his fingers grip Xie Lian’s hips. "Gege," he whispers, bottoming out. His hips bump against Xie Lian’s butt. "If I’d known you’d be so insatiable…"
When Hua Cheng’s lips touch the back of their neck, and his first thrust rubs Xie Lian’s now-sensitive nipples against the leather of the breeding bench, Xie Lian despairs. Why did they suggest this?!
"How many times do you want to 'make sure', gege? Two? Three?" Hua Cheng murmurs. Xie Lian involuntarily clenches down at the thought, and Hua Cheng chuckles. "Three it is."
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Xie Lian blinks their eyes open, dazed, to the warm red canopy of the bed at Paradise Manor. Reflexively, their hand goes to their chest… no, still dry, barely sore. They turn to Hua Cheng accusingly. "San Lang!"
"What, gege?" Hua Cheng asks, innocently twirling the red coral bead at the end of his braid.
Xie Lian pounces on him. "What was all that nonsense about milk?" they cry. "Do you have a fetish?"
"I have a fetish for gege," Hua Cheng replies.
Xie Lian nods. That’s true enough. "What about real life?" they demand. "The milk was fantasy-only, right?"
"Why? Did gege like it?" Hua Cheng asks, smirking.
Xie Lian flushes. "It would be very inconvenient," they deflect.
"In daily life," Hua Cheng agrees, "yes. I am a master of shapeshifting, you know."
Xie Lian attempts to smother him with a pillow. "Next time," they declare, "I’m giving you more detailed instructions."
Hua Cheng flips them over, unrepentant, one hand on their shoulder, one on their hip. "Oh?" he asks, the hand on their hip sliding into dangerous territory. "Did gege have complaints about the size of my—"
Xie Lian kisses him to shut him up.