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Luo Binghe doesn’t know what's happening to him. He only knows that he hates it. His body feels too warm, like the time he had a fever from a cold his still developing immune system couldn't fully fight off, and his lower tummy is squirmy and all weird.
And he knows exactly how he’s gotten himself in this situation, and his parents are going to kill him. He knows he shouldn't have gone into the private section of the gardens, he knows it's off limits—but curiosity of what was beyond the wards was killing him. And he just so happened to learn that the wards were being lowered for a few days as they moved in new plants, his parents just so happened to be preoccupied at court all afternoon, and he’d been left all alone to his devices—you can’t really blame him for wanting to explore.
He’s very much regretting that decision now.
He's never read about or seen any of the plants here. A lot of them are strangely shaped, similar to the images he’s seen in anatomy books or his dad’s novellas he’s not really allowed to read. It’s weird, because the palace has a separate greenhouse just for poisonous plants, and he’s allowed there! He had, in his infinite wisdom, tried to look closer at one of them, and it opened up and sprayed something right onto his face.
The poison must have an effect on demons like me and A-die, he despairs, I must be dying.
His vision has started to blur a bit, and it’s starting to feel stranger and stranger, especially around his crotch, and the heat is starting to become unbearable. He needs to find his Mama and A-die. He drops his ball, his precious new gift from his cousin forgotten, as his mind can only think of finding his parents and finding relief.
He stumbles his way through the private wing of the palace. There isn’t a soul in sight, the courtyard never having any servants for as long as he can remember. Even his nanny is away, sent off to a hot spring by his mother to “take a break” from him! He wishes desperately that there was someone, anyone here. Walking is becoming more and more difficult, his balance off as he starts to lose control of his limbs.
He’s not sure how, but he manages to stumble his way into his parents room, and he sinks into their large, plush bed, curling into their sheets and inhaling their familiar scent. It’s less comforting than he’d hoped, because the scent only makes him realise they’re not here to make the hurt go away, and he clutches the blanket and weeps.
He’s so miserable, that he doesn't even notice when his hips start moving, his body trying to find relief by any means necessary.
Something was wrong.
It’s not often that Su Xiyan and Tianlang-jun both appear at court, seeing that it's not common for them to show up at all, and today it feels like they shouldn’t have at all. They like to do it sporadically, just to keep everyone on their toes, but this makes their days at court drag on far too long.
Today was no exception. Tianlang-jun really only appears because his beloved insists they should. Despite the fact that he’d much prefer spending his time reading or gallivanting off with his adorable son and nephew and his lovely wife, he was still ruthlessly terrifying, leaning with a deceptively charming smile on his throne. (One might even say he was terrifying in spite of it taking away from his precious time with his quickly growing son.)
Of course, the scene is only made complete by Su Xiyan, her cold, unwavering visage putting even the royalty of the North to shame as she stares down from beside her husband.
On this particular day they had planned on staying until sundown, just to make everyone sweat from the lack of dismissal. They even had Zhuzhi-lang stand by their side instead of looking after Binghe, just to make the atmosphere more intimidating, but something about that wasn’t right.
The sense of wrongness only keeps mounting, as realisation dawns on her.
“Tianlang-jun,” Su Xiyan finally says, voice lowered, “We need to leave.”
“Oh? That’s rare from you,” Tianlang-jun can’t help but tease, ”Weren’t you worried that our advisors are getting complacent?”
“I was, but call it motherly intuition," she sighs, ”but I think we left our son alone for too long.”
He looks at his wife, expressionless and calm, but he knows her, and there’s worry and exasperation in her eyes. He nods at Zhuzhi-lang to dismiss the court, and offers a hand to her. They walk out, arms linked, their steps imperceptibly faster than usual.
20 minutes later, their son is still nowhere to be found. Su Xiyan feels her temples start to throb. “Where on Earth is he? He can’t have left the courtyard without any of the wards going off!”
“I checked his rooms,” Tianlang-jun replies, “They’re completely empty and tidied up. The only thing missing is the new toy Zhuzhi-lang got him.”
Su Xiyan swears, and they all but run to the gardens, splitting up once more. It's only when they find the gate to their private aphrodisiac collection wide open that they realise they’re more screwed than they feared.
She glares at her husband. He can only look away, because it is his fault for not putting the wards back up after they had new specimens brought in. But even that was fruitless, the only sign of him having been there being the dragon leather ball dropped carelessly on the ground. She takes a moment to assess the situation, and then marches over to her husband to yank his ear.
Tianlang-jun yelps, “My love, you know I love it when you punish me, but now is a little–”
“Shut up!” She growls, “Use your blood mites. Now.” Her eyes are more vicious than he’s seen directed at him in a long time. “Tianlang-jun, if my son ends up dying because of a fucking sex pollen, you’ll be wishing that I killed you.”
Hot, it's so, so hot.
He can barely think, his skull almost full of cotton. All he feels is the burning under his skin, the worst of it around his privates. It's sticky and almost itchy and the only relief he can get is by rubbing his hips down onto a pillow. He’s sobbing, curled up as the discomfort in his tummy has transformed fully into cramps, his bladder painfully full but unable to find relief.
“Mama, A-Diee… ngk” he weeps, begging as he has for what felt like hours. “please, please,” he wails harder, the fear squeezing his chest until he can’t breathe.
And then suddenly, blessedly, he feels a weight dip on the bed beside him, a cool hand pressing up against his cheek.
“Shh, we’re here” a familiar voice says. “We've got you, baby, it’s okay,” says another.
“Ungh... M—Mama...A-Die?” He pushes himself up with all his might, crawling into his mother’s open arms, relief washing over him at their presence.
“Mama!” he weeps, burying his face into her familiar breasts, melting further when he feels his father’s larger, and much warmer hands rubbing his back. They’re here— they’re really here!
“I’m sorry, Binghe’s sorry for not listening,” he slurs out, not even noticing he’s straddling her thigh, grinding on it mindlessly, “Please don’t leave Binghe alone, Mama, please help, it hurts.”
"Oh, darling..." She presses a kiss to his hair. "Of course we'll take care of you."
The couple share a glance. It’s worse than they'd hoped, but at least he’s still alive. They pointedly ignore their son humping his mother’s thigh, focusing instead on coming up with a plan of action.
“Did you check which one it was?” Su Xiyan prods, trying not to focus on the dampness seeping through her robes, or the heart-breaking, pained sobs being muffled into her chest. “Tell me it has a cure that won’t leave our son irreparably traumatised.”
Dread rises in her chest when her husband grimaces. “I hoped. But it’s our latest acquisition.”
Shit, she thinks.
We’re gonna have to piss on our son.
Su Xiyan glances down at her child, no longer bawling aloud as he muffles his sobs into her chest, and absentmindedly pets his hair. He's so small and so young... Her heart hurts thinking of how long he must have spent like this, all alone and scared, and what she has to do now to save him.
Noticing her discomfort, Tianlang-jun speaks up.
“Would it be better if it was just one of us, Xiyan?” he asks. “It’s... not a practice I had ever seen in my family, but it’s less of a culture shock for me than it is for you.”
Her gaze snaps back to him and she shoots him a glare. “Do you think I’d leave him when he’s like this?” She sighs. “We don’t have a choice, and I don’t trust anyone else with him.”
Su Xiyan knows she isn't the best mother, not giving the boy in her arms as much attention as a good mother should. She knows that even if she blames her husband for it, it's also her fault for not making sure that Binghe had someone look after him. If she'd been a good mother, her son wouldn't be in this much pain.
If she'd been a good mother, her stomach wouldn’t be feeling warm from her son humping on her thigh.
Their newest botanical acquisition is the Blushing Bellied Bitter Honey Pitcher, a ridiculous plant with an equally ridiculous local moniker. It mostly stays dormant, pitcher open as it waits for prey to climb in, but when disturbed by a creature too big to be trapped it sprays it with a pollen that makes it impossible for the victim to pee without first being urinated on and inside, made worse by the fact that they often will not be able to without first achieving orgasm due to its aphrodisiac properties, as well as causing a burning fever.
Mortal victims or weaker demons would succumb to the heat near the plant’s habitat and their bladders would fill with all the liquid from their body until it bursts, the water and the remains of the deceased victims then quickly being absorbed by the roots as nutrients for the plant.
To Su Xiyan and Tianlang-jun, it had seemed like a fun way to explore watersports, considering her high cultivation and his heritage. To Luo Binghe, it was the worst pain he has ever experienced in his short life. They were quite lucky that their son’s spiritual base and his heavenly demon heritage were strong enough to keep him alive longer.
Unfortunately, Luo Binghe is still a child, and time is running out.
Tianlang-jun strips first, quickly and carelessly throwing his dragon embroidered regalia aside as he then pulls his child into his arms. He takes more care when taking off his son's clothes, smoothing his hand down his sweaty back and humming as the boy whispers out a quiet “D–Die-Die?”
He focuses on his wife, arousal jolting him at the sight of her bare breasts. She's taking off her trousers, a trail of sticky, clear liquid clinging to her thigh where Binghe had been sitting. The guilt of putting his son in this situation only amplifies, one careless mistake forcing his wife to do something she doesn’t want to, but a part of him is guiltily, awfully, excited.
Su Xiyan settles herself down, half leaning on their pillows, spreading her legs apart as she nods for him to set Binghe on top of her. “It would be easier and faster this way,” she says, her expression steady, watching as his eyes zero in on the dampness between her legs. His own cock twitches, already half hard.
They must really be horrible parents, evenly matched even in this. Nevertheless, they don’t have time to dwell on their morality when their son’s life is at stake.
“A-Die’s gonna lay you on your mother, okay, Xiao Bing?” Tianlang-jun whispers, getting a small, shaky nod in reply. “You'll be a good boy for us, won't you?”
That has the boy weeping again. “I will— Binghe will! Binghe will be good, just— make it better, please, A-Die!” he begs.
The desperation in his voice pulls right at their heartstrings, their spoiled child that they’ve sheltered so long crying for help. What else can they do, but provide it?
His father settles him face down, right between the generous swell of Xiyan's breasts. He raises Binghe’s hips until he can see the lovely pink flower peeking between his doughy, white bottom, his sack completely hairless, a cute little cock leaking pre-cum steadily onto his mother’s belly.
Binghe really takes so much after his mother, every part of him just as lovely as hers, Tianlang-Jun thinks, as he spreads the round buns apart, and the sight is both so lewd and so endearing that he can't help but press a soft kiss right onto his twitching rim. That elicits a response from both mother and son, the former snorting as the latter squeaks in surprise. He muses that his wife seems to have accepted that they're terrible parents, dipping his head back down and flattening his tongue against Binghe’s entrance, licking it gently.
“A—a-die? Wha— what, what are you doing!” Binghe stutters out, “You said that— that place is dirty!”
His mother fondly pinches his still baby soft cheek, cooing at his protests, as if he hasn’t had his parents clean him for the better part of his life. “Shh, our Binghe always cleans himself well, doesn't he?” She comforts, “It’s alright, let your diedie take care of you. It’s his fault, after all. How does it feel, sweetheart?”
“It feels–” Bad. Good. He can’t quite tell “—Weird.”
A soft nip on his asscheek has him whine again, but Su Xiyan catches onto how he rolls his hips back.
“Husband,” she says, her voice suddenly amused, “Looks like our son takes after you.”
Seeing as his mouth is preoccupied, he doesn't retort. He sneaks a hand up to her cunt and starts petting over it instead, pinching her clit slightly as if to say, It’s not just me, is it?, slick dripping onto his hand.
He focuses on the task in front of him, speeding up a bit, now circling his tongue around the reddening hole, the pucker finally relaxed enough for him to press his tongue inside. Binghe squeals, his whole body seizing up as he tries to figure out if he wants to press into his father’s mouth or escape the assault on his senses, the pleasure mixing with the pain in his stomach pushing him to oversensitivity, letting out a moan that's far too whorish for someone his age.
“Be a good boy and stay still, Binghe,” his mother tsks, having enough of the boy squirming. “Here—hold onto me tighter.”
Ever obedient when he needs to be, he buries himself deeper into her chest, longing for any bit of comfort he can get. His mouth soon finds itself wrapped around one of her nipples, sucking and biting as he tries to keep himself still, to be good and do what his parents ask of him.
“That’s it,” She encourages, moaning quietly, “my smart boy, just like that.” Just like when you were a baby.
His head is swimming, his mouth full and his breath short as he suffocates himself between his mother’s breasts, her familiar scent overtaking his brain, and then suddenly he feels Tianlang-jun’s tongue press against—against something and it's as if his body’s been electrocuted, his vision whiting out as the appendage keeps prodding at its target. He feels something coming out of his penis, pleasure and relief washing over him— Is it over now? Is this what he needed?
Another cramp hits his lower stomach, the worst one yet, and he sobs in frustration.
“It hurts!” he cries, “It hurts, it hurts, make it stop!”
They don’t have much time left. Tianlang-jun reluctantly removes his mouth and hands, pulling the boy towards him by the hips so his ass is raised up, his face closer to Su Xiyan’s cunt. The couple shares a glance, slightly hysterical, realising how their son’s face is about to be pressed up against the same pussy he had been born from.
Taking a moment to calm herself, Su Xiyan holds his face in her hands, “Look at me, Binghe, listen to me.”
He sniffs in response, looking up at her with familiar eyes. They're just like his father's, when he's been tied up and fucked to overstimulation. His sweet, still chubby cheeks are tear stained, flushed red and biteable, ever so slightly puffed up, his lips pursed in a kissable pout as he tries to focus on her. She can't help it, and bends to steal a kiss, licking into his mouth before letting go with a nibble on his plush lips. It's not the first time she has kissed her son, the child always being affectionate, but it's the first time where it feels wrong, but she can’t regret it, not with how he moans into it.
"Mph—!" he stares at her, eyes blown wide, "Mama?"
“You’re going to have to drink something bitter, okay?” she tells him, smiling at his dazed reaction, “It’s just like taking bitter medicine, you’ll feel better right after.”
She looks up at Tianlang-jun, and then at the straining erection resting against Binghe’s buttocks, leaking pre-cum onto the small of his back.
“And you’ll have to bear through a bit of pain. You’re my big, strong boy, aren't you? You can do it.” Tianlang-jun presses a kiss on his fluffy head, “A-Die promises he'll be gentle.”
They start with Tianlang-jun first, his already massive cock looking outright monstrous against his son’s delicate frame. It's fine, He can do this. He just has to make sure the tip is securely inside, inside his son's virgin hole. He presses himself against the now sticky, puffy, slightly gaping rim, and wonders if it would even fit. Nevertheless, he has to try, and then ever so slowly, he pushes in.
It’s unbelievably, mind-blowingly tight. His wife graciously pinches the base of his dick.
Their son, on the other hand, isn't having it. The poor boy had steeled himself before, but his father’s massive thing pushing inside him—he’ll be ripped into two!
“No! A-Die, no, it’s too much!” He squirms and tries to fruitlessly crawl away, his father's hands wrapped around his waist keeping him in place. “Nooo, Mama, please, stop him!”
“You have to bear it, baby, Mama and A-Die are so, so sorry,” she coos, “It’s only for a bit, it’ll feel really good soon, I promise.”
He’s not sure if he believes her, the pressure of the massive member against his bladder making it hurt even more, and then, all of a sudden, the pain inside his butt is gone, and it feels incredible, like it felt when his father breached him with his tongue, made even more intense by the cock carving out a place inside his guts, pressing against his tender walls. He thinks can almost feel it in his throat.
Tianlang-jun sighs in relief as he sees the boy visibly relax, finally remembering to use his blood parasites to relax the boy’s hole completely, grateful that his wife suggested he fed them to his son when he was still an infant. Ideally, he would take his time to stretch him out, his body way too small and undeveloped to take a cock, much less one of his size. Especially for his first—(and yet a part of him is glad that it's the two of them taking care of their delicate little son instead of some ruffian who wouldn't know to cherish him.)
Eventually, his tip sinks fully inside, and he has to force himself from pushing in more, even as the hole tries to suck him inside further. Neither adult speaks as their gaze zeroes in on the little hole stretched obscenely to its limit, twitching as it tries to get used to the intrusion.
Su Xiyan wonders, just for a moment, what it would feel like around her fake phallus.
She snips that line of thought at the bud. She brings Binghe’s face to her mound, using her thumb to open his mouth and making him stick out his sweet little tongue, and then pressing it right at her core. She doesn't quite grind against it, but it's such a novel feeling to have a mouth so small against her that she's very nearly tempted to. But the boy surprises her, moving his tongue on his own, trying to lick up her slick, seeking the relief she'd promised.
It's not bitter or unpleasant like she had said— It’s almost sweet, and a bit musky, just a touch sour. He thinks that it could have been a lot worse, not yet knowing what's to come. He dips his tongue down, trying to mimic his father from before, and is delighted to find more of that sweet slick dripping out into his mouth. His parents can't help but share a laugh, amused at his enthusiasm.
The only warning he gets is her pushing his face against herself more securely as hot, bitter urine gushes out into his mouth and all over his face, dripping down to his chest, paired with an equally hot stream filling up his insides.
He nearly chokes on it, trying to wriggle away, but his mother’s grip is too strong. It's difficult even as he tries to drink as much as he can, made worse by the queer feeling of the hot piss filling his belly from behind, the liquid almost sloshing inside him.
Soon, he realises that the cramping on his belly has started to ease, a steady and strong gush of piss squirting from his little cock right onto his parents' already ruined sheets. The relief of the medicine working would have made him cry if he already wasn't, and this time he relaxes into the feeling of being filled from both ends, knowing that his parents will keep him safe.
It lasts only a few seconds, his mother’s bladder emptying out onto his face, the stream slowing to a trickle before stopping, followed by his father, his stomach now full once more but not nearly as uncomfortable, even as he keeps leaking, the steady flow barely slowing.
But now that the pain is gone, it feels so nice, and his body begins to crave the pleasure. He relaxes his body down, pressing back his hips until he sucks in a little more, and the tip of fathers cock inside of him slides right up against that funny little spot. He presses himself further into his mother’s cunt to get more of that sweet taste. His lips catch on something hard, and he moans into it as he nurses it, just as he had nursed on her tits, getting a surprised moan from above him.
Su Xiyan and Tianlang-jun look to each other, their faces tinged red from arousal, expressions heated. Their son is cured. They should stop. But they’re both close, and he seems to be enjoying himself, and the poison is still clearing itself out of his system.
So what they do, instead, is finally fuck their son properly.
Tianlang-jun, still exerting great restraint, starts moving his hips back, until the tip of his cock is kissing the leaking little hole, the pink rim twitching as it tries to suck him back in. Binghe whines adorably at the loss, grabbing at his mother's thighs to press further between her legs, unwilling to lose that too. He wiggles his hips, trying to catch his father's dick at his rim again, finally letting out a muffled "A-Dieeee."
He huffs a laugh at his impatience. His boy is so spoiled. He pushes himself back in, before pulling out once more, until he's shallowly fucking Binghe's hole, going ever so slightly deeper with each thrust, piss being pushed out of the entrance, just as Binghe’s own dick pushes out more piss with the pressure on his bladder, until the urine trickles to a stop.
"So tight," he groans, "You're doing perfect, baby."
The boy moans at the praise, his hole fluttering around the thick intrusion, and that’s all it takes. His parents watch in awe as his lithe little body snaps taut, his back arching as much as it can. Binghe feels so full, so good, so loved. Thin, almost clear cum spits out of his spent little cock as it twitches cutely. He doesn't even notice when he’s stopped breathing. The hand clutching his head pulls him back for air, before pushing him back down to mouth at the drooling cunt.
"Don't forget to breathe, sweetheart," his mother chides, in her gentle voice only reserved for him, "Keep licking, just like that, you've gotten so good at it already." He sucks on her clit again, remembering how she reacted before, and he's rewarded for it. "There's a good boy," she praises, thumb petting over his piss drenched cheek, her face a rare expression of soft indulgence.
It doesn't take them long after that. Binghe’s moans vibrate into Su Xiyan’s sex as Tianlang-jun presses all the way inside, grinding until he’s coming so deep that if they had looked, they would see his soft, pudgy stomach bulging out, stretched taut to accommodate his father’s length. Su Xiyan's orgasm rolls into her like an extension of Tianlang-jun's, hot liquid spraying over Binghe's blissful face once more, neither noticing as it causes his little dick to twitch again as if cumming, only clear liquid spitting out of it.
They lay there like that for several moments, Binghe still nursing her clit in his mouth, tranquil as a babe drinking milk, slowly dozing off. Tianlang-jun grimaces as he pulls out, gently massaging Binghe's soft cheeks and his slightly bruised waist, sending his blood parasites to heal them. He hadn't noticed when his fingers had dug into the tender skin, and he gets a hard kick to his side from Su Xiyan for it. The sight of the ruined hole, puffy and reddish, winking as cum and piss leaks from it makes his still hard dick twitch again, even as a larger part of him feels guilty for what he's done. He doubts the boy’s body could even take another round.
"Bath?" he says, carefully removing Binghe from between his mother's legs, smiling when the boy makes a sound of disapproval.
"Mm, I'll heat it up. Get him a light meal in the meantime?"
He nods, the two separating after sharing a soft kiss.
Once Tianlang-jun makes sure his son has eaten something, he carries him to their large stone pool, runes embedded to heat and cool the water as needed. They make quick work of it, used to bathing together. They take longer with their son, though, taking care to wash him thoroughly, the task of bathing him familiar and soothing even with all that had transpired. It takes them a few minutes to completely clean the cum out of his now swollen hole, especially with how the boy squirms at the fingers buzzing with healing qi inside his tender entrance (if they both watch, mesmerised, how his gaping hole tries to squeeze around Su Xiyan's fingers, well, that's no one's business but their own).
By the time he's been dried and dressed in a soft white night-gown, he's completely tuckered out, melting into his mother's arms.
“We need to find a way to make sure he won't remember this afternoon.” Su Xiyan says, an hour later, tucked into their now clean bed with her husband, their son fast asleep between them. “It can't be good for him. And actually tell him why some places are off limits. He's too curious for his own good.”
“I wonder where he gets it from," replies her husband, knowing full well that it's himself. "I’ll see what I can do... but wouldn't it be best for all three of us to forget?” He continues, an amused glint in his eyes, lips quirked in a knowing smile.
She doesn’t reply
Seems that neither of them want to let go of this evening just yet.