A Gentle Torment

Intoxicated and Bewitched

Ye Hua is aware of his brother's spell the moment he begins to cast it. It was one of the few parting gifts their father gave them.

For Ye Hua, receiving half of his Father's entire cultivation to preserve him in a golden lotus had been the greatest gift he could ever have, but the knowledge their father passed on during his dying moments had been a close second. The ability to slow time in an enclosed area to match that of the mortal realm was supposed to be used for planning out a means of attack if they were ever in a serious bind. This time, however, its use was far less practical - something he hadn't ever expected his brother to do. When Mo Yuan enters her, the raspy intake of breath has Ye Hua understanding his methods entirely. If Mo Yuan hadn't uttered the spell, he very well may have.

While their friends deal with the outside world, they'll have her to themselves for far longer than they would have originally, and it leaves his own greedy instincts stirring.

"Shifu..." Bai Qian nearly mewls into Ye Hua's mouth between languid kisses and as he moves to kiss along the velvety crook of her neck, her eyes close and roll back into her head out of unfettered pleasure.

Ye Hua sinks his teeth into her neck, not easing until he can taste the metallic tang from marking her so thoroughly. Her hands and forearms are resting against his shoulders, one of the few things that keep him pinned down in his spot.

They have plenty of time now to mark her however they might wish.

Time. There's no need urgent to rush things, Ye Hua reminds himself as he watches the nine-tailed fox above him moan deliciously, eyes slowly beginning to flutter open when his brother takes a slow, steady pace from behind them both.

The pheromones are indeed potent. A part of him can't wait for his own turn.

Mo Yuan's eyes have never appeared so dark as he continues to take her, almost struggling not to drive too deep so soon. If not for being in heat, they'd likely have to slow things down to a torturous pace in order to get her well-adjusted to the feeling of the two dragons urgently descending upon her.

Every mewl and moan leaves Mo Yuan entirely bewitched, and when she calls out to him he's nearly driven wild. Grabbing a handful of the long, silken black hair in front of him near the roots, he tugs on it in an attempt to regain his own control and center himself in the moment. The soft mewls quickly evolve into a breathless, surprised cry and any hope of control is immediately vanquished.

The small fox in front of him had taken several forms in his presence over the past dozen or so thousand years. From Si Yin - the mischevious fox who was bold enough to disguise herself in front of him, the Crown Princess Bai Qian of Qing Qiu - a future ruler who is already very devoted to her peoples' welfare,  Xiao Wu - the most beloved and only daughter of a tight-knit family, to his beloved little seventeenth - his favored disciple who had slowly become one of his most blatant weaknesses (and at the same time, an unchallengeable strength).

Pulling her to him until her back is nearly pressed against his chest, he ignores Ye Hua's questioning look as he allows himself to get lost in her with a fervent passion.

With every thrust, the warmth that envelops him has him sinking into her further in an attempt to test just how much his disciple is able to take.

Ye Hua sits up, using her new position to his advantage in order to continue his descent down her neck. One hand moves to continue his exploration of one of her breasts, while the other is taken into his mouth once he makes his way down to it.

Letting go of his disciple's hair, Mo Yuan grabs onto her chin to pull her face to a better angle before crushing his lips against hers in an all-consuming kiss.