A Gentle Torment

Coitus Interruptus

             

AN: This plot needs to keep moving, even though I really don't want it to in all honesty... Writing the three of them together is definitely becoming a favored pastime.

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Bai Qian had completely lost track of any sense of time in the dragons' embraces. She wasn't particularly aware of her surroundings, to begin with, and she hadn't cared in the slightest.

Unknowingly to all of them, three mortal days had passed inside their little bubble. They had moved across various areas of the room. From the bed to a soft, clean carpet on the floor where they could freely sprawl out, then (somehow) they managed to get themselves up against the wall and back down onto the carpet shortly after. 

They were hoping that slowing things down would manage to help her complete her process of being in heat quicker, however, with the two of them there... it definitely didn't.

Whenever she found herself in a moment of clarity (shortly following an orgasm) she'd briefly wonder if they were just trying to use as much time as they could before they were interrupted. She had no complaints, despite her entire body continually feeling as if she'd wrapped herself up in Qing Cang's scarlet hellfire if they waited even a few minutes after a climax. Her tails had enfolded around her, and the embarrassment it could have caused wasn't even there because she had been completely and utterly lost in the rapture the twins trapped her in.

Of course, all of that ended when the barrier was suddenly forced down.

In seconds, she was pulled out of her reverie and lust-filled haze at the sight of Zhe Yan frozen in his place. Before Mo Yuan or Ye Hua could have a chance to react, Dong Hua cast a sleeping spell strong enough to keep them both down for the next twelve days, regardless of how much they tried to rouse themselves. It would have most likely led to violence considering the two were so wrapped up in the moment that shifting into their dragon forms would be all too easy.

Zhe Yan moves to help her cover up because even though he'd seen much of her throughout her early childhood, she was no longer the little wild child that could get away with just about anything. Not to mention, but they were on a mountain with more than two dozen men, after all. Even he had his limits to what he would allow without a privacy shield. He moves towards the bed, grabbing the cloak only to turn around to find Xiao Wu has vanished from sight.

She cloud jumped just before Dong Hua finished casting a barrier spell on the entire mountain to keep out any further visitors (well intentions or otherwise).

In a small moment of confusion, Zhe Yan turns to face him before the color drains from his face.

A nine-tailed white fox--in the crux of being in heat and nearing her ascension to High Goddess--had managed to slip out from under his talons.

Her parents were going to skin him alive. Zhen Zhen is most likely not going to speak to him for at least a few years, and he would likely join in on eating charred Pheonix if it escalated to that point.

Casually, as if not affected by the onslaught of expected panic in the slightest, Dong Hua looks down at his soiled cloak with a frown followed by an irritated sigh, "Not even the maids at Taichen Palace could clean that..."

Distraction is sometimes the best cure for overwhelming emotions.

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Bai Qian wasn't sure how far she had to cloud jump initially, but she kept it up until she found herself at a familiar, abandoned outpost on the edge of the Ghost Realm and the uninhabited immortal realm that surrounded it.