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Dan Feng: Power Imbalance (Master/Servant), Cockwarming, Blowjobs, Cum Down Throat, Under the Desk Sex, Praise Kink, Rut Mention, Gender Neutral Pronouns, Threat of Punishment
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Your senses were cloudy, fog curling and twisting around in your mind as you sat with the High Elder. Dan Feng, your superior in every means of the word, had that effect on you no matter how far apart you were. Within his manor, you were merely his chef who personally brought his meals to him. In public, you were his supply runner, fetching the tonics and elixirs he needed to heal the sick. It kept you busy, delightfully busy to keep your sire at ease and satisfied with your work.
Within the four walls of his office, away from the hustle of the kitchens, and the quiet of the outside ponds, you were his to do whatever he pleased.
You sat underneath his desk, in a proper kneel, with his pulsing and aching cock lodged down your fluttering throat. You had closed your eyes long ago, not being able to see past his hips and the space around you. Your chin took its place on the smooth scales of his legs, and you had relaxed all too easily with his nails carding through your hair.
The scratching of his quill filled the silence, keeping your mind off how he scratched at your scalp and how your center pulsed with a need you couldn’t sate.
Dan Feng would feel your movements, and you knew it would end in him regarding you with a frown so volatile it’d rival the very aeons that meant Destruction.
He praised your good behavior when the situation called for it, when you were near slumber and not expecting his voice to curl in your ears and bring you back from the dark.
“Nearly there… you have been very good thus far, I wonder why that is?” He questioned, a rhetorical question you were never meant to answer.
Still, it snapped you out of that trance, and you began to think.
Lately, the war against the denizens of Abundance has called for Dan Feng’s personal aid in fighting near the Xianzhou’s defensive lines, his powers of healing more so for those who were struck down. It seemed all he ever had time for was endless paperwork, a quick nap, and then you all were preparing him supplies for the war.
As his personal servant, you worried for him, and it has lead you to tune in more to his wants and needs more reverently.
A quick late night treat for the paperwork that never seemed to settle? You stayed with him while he ate.
Sea salt to mix in with your warm bath? You personally went down to the Alchemy Commission to gather buckets full of sea salt, and even some that were barely crystalized, to pour tiny amounts for him to soak in as needed.
It seemed with a head tilt, you would know what he’d want.
Today, Dan Feng was restless. His body was attuned to being back home, and with it came his pre-rut symptoms.
The High Elder still had a job to do, one that could no longer be neglected, and as his personal servant, you heeded his word when he told you to kneel and open your mouth.
It fluttered at your heart, at your throat, and you jumped when your master let loose a sharp hiss.
“No moving,” he said, nails barely tightening in your hair before you settled once more, sighing through your nose when he started to pet your head again. "I would regret to have to send you back to your room, behave."
It took a while after that, but, when the scratching of his quill stopped, and the cap to his ink jar was twisted, he finally placed his hands on both sides of your head. You steeled yourself, eyes fluttering when he drew back until his tip was nestled between your lips. Even then, you dared to not move, not until he told you to.
He cooed at your behavior, leaning back in the chair to gaze down at you. Your cheeks flushed at the attention, of having such a beauty lay his eyes on you despite the compromising position you were in.
“Are you ready for me now? You did so well keeping patient.” He praised, a hand gathering your hair within the fist, and the other tracing down your face to settle on your jaw.
You gave a hum of affirmation, watching as he closed his eyes, and then used the grip on your hair to thrust within your throat.
It was a slow thing, building your needs up a ladder without haste or a rush. You purred with the intimacy of it, of Dan Feng cupping your cheek, whispering his praises as if it was just another meal you were serving him. He tasted of the sea salt he soaked with, pre-cum coating your tongue and staining the back of your throat, you couldn’t help the hum that left you when you finally registered the taste that wasn’t just skin.
He throbbed and pulsed on your tongue, despite his composure, he was close. When you blinked open your eyes, you watched as he only smiled at you, and narrowed his teal colored eyes in concentration.
The cum shooting down your throat made you cough, but you gripped the chair legs to take him in fully from where he had shoved your nose into his stomach. You could feel the clenching then, the shocks of his orgasm that made a wet spot in your underwear and mind more foggy than it was earlier.
You swallowed it all, every last drop, and when the grip on your hair was released, you still didn’t move. Not until he gave you instructions to.
When his panting then reached your ears, you knew it was the right thing to do, as even with that orgasm, he still hadn’t softened, and his breathing had picked up.
His gloved hand curled around your hair again, and you closed your eyes to the world, ready to service him until he was purely, and only, satisfied with you.
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Jing Yuan: Power Imbalance (General/Craftsman), Door Sex, Angry Sex, Friends with Benefits, Feminine Pronouns to Describe Reader
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Jing Yuan, beloved General of the Luofu, a prime figure at events, on the streets, or even with his office, was frustrated.
Small things built up into one raging inferno, and it only seemed to climb from there.
Again, he was made to halt his current work proceedings to explain to his fellow Generals that his loyalties only fall to the safety and integrity of the Luofu and its citizens, resulting in training being pushed back and paperwork to overflow his already full desk.
Again, he was made to forgo lunch and dinner to crawl straight into bed and do the same thing all over again the next day.
Again, he was made to miss your beloved breakfast dates to respond to an emergency in the Skyfaring Commission.
With the sun setting, and Luofu’s citizens hurrying off to home, Jing Yuan stepped off his usual path towards home and headed to the busy streets of Aurum Alley.
It didn’t take long for him to be recognized, and how his chest hurt to be fawned over and greeted with a mixture of genuine and fake enthusiasm and made to look at jewelry and clothes he would never wear. It hurt him to say, but they weren’t his priority at the moment.
The one he was looking for was tinkering away at a cycrane nearby Du’s Teahouse. Broken pieces of glass and black tea powder were scattered just a bit away, along with the box right beside your feet. You had the inner workings of the aerial bird scattered about the table, it seemed you were trying to calibrate it.
Jing Yuan cleared his throat, and you briefly looked up from the robot to meet his gentle expression. Setting your tools down, you took a deep breath to force your work thoughts out of your head to greet the General with a smile.
“General, what brings you to Aurum Alley so late at night?” You gestured to the seat, wanting him to take the weight off of his aching legs, but he waved a hand at you, smiling fondly.
“I came to offer my apologizes for missing breakfast with you,” he said your name with a nod of his head, “I would have called ahead of time, but I’m afraid the situation took my complete attention away from my abacus. I apologize,” he always looked genuinely remorseful when he was called away for duties that were way above you. It made your chest sink with a sad feeling that he seemed to always have to pick between you and your dates.
You were just a friend of his, no one important like the Helm Master, Yukong, but you seemed to have found a place in his life when he wasn't running off to emergencies, of course.
“General-” You paused to take a breath; a chance he took advantage of.
“You are more than welcome to call me Jing Yuan, I had thought we were past formalities at this point.” His fists were clenching together behind his back, his temples pouring in with irritation as the streets only seemed to get busier and busier with the clutter of people.
You nodded with a hint of surprise, Jing Yuan certainly seemed off today. You cleared your throat, “Jing Yuan, I have told you this time and time again, you don’t need to apologize to me for things like this. I’m relieved to know you are well enough to stop by.”
“Right,” he nodded, his eyes couldn’t help darting to the swarm of people, laughing and cheering brightly at the different colored lanterns and the gooey food.
A welcome sight, truly, but, not for him, not for right now.
You noticed this, always, he could slip some things by you, but never this.
You had finished up with the cycrane and packed it into your bag to take home, you felt you needed to get Jing Yuan home before he had a mental breakdown.
Stepping close, you nearly jumped at the way his gaze swept over you, his attention finally off the people enjoying their night. It made it so much clearer to see that something was bugging him, and perhaps he came to ask for help.
You took his hand then, lacing your fingers together despite how you heard the gasps of those who saw. Jing Yuan followed you without a second thought, his expression relaxed, and his legs running on auto pilot.
It wasn’t even an hour later when Jing Yuan pressed you against the bedroom door and thrusted into your heat after a very satisfying round of foreplay. You mewled against his shoulder, arms trapped from where his arms wrapped around you, and walls clenching his cock to delve within you.
You gasped his name aloud, “Jing Yuan…! Slow… down-!” He didn’t give you a chance to finish, his chest pressing you flush against the door and letting his frustrations loose within your all too pliant and willing body.
Understanding had dawned on you long ago that he needed a release of pent-up energy, something that meditation and a good night’s sleep couldn’t fix. You could give him that, you could give him the chance to tire himself out enough to sleep without tossing and turning. He had prepared you well, even, memories of his lips around your clit and fingers delving within your wet cunt made your eyes roll and your thighs clench around his waist.
He grunted against you, hands gripping at your hips and dragging you into his thrusts. Jing Yuan whispered your name in a hoarse tone, his mind angered and filled with how you only tightened around him at the sound. It brought him no greater satisfaction to see you so willing, so wanting of his control over you, and how courteous you were because he’s the General, he could do whatever he wanted to you.
“General… General!” You called into his ear, a title that shouldn’t have felt so good to fall from your lips, and he kissed that title away, your lips mewling and moaning within his as his pace increased.
With your hands that couldn’t even grasp at his arms, or your legs that just kept slipping due to your combined sweat, your breathing picked up as that seemed to only spur him on. The General took what he wanted from you, and you let him, you’d always let him if he could always fuck you this good and mindless.
Your orgasm had caught the both of you by surprise, and Jing Yuan bit back a curse as he felt you seize up against him and tremble. He fucked you through it, how couldn’t he, when you were desperately trying to milk his cock for his spend.
His body agreed, oh how it agreed when he finally caught his finish, and he spilled within you with a nasty bite to your shoulder.
You had screamed from the pain then, nails scratching his waist and causing him to gasp a wet groan into you. Jing Yuan had parted with the faint taste of your sweat on his tongue, and he licked at his dry lips to watch as you fell boneless into his embrace and sighed weakly.
His cum drizzled out from where he had plugged you, and you both mourned the loss of his spend as it dripped onto the floor.
Jing Yuan had gathered you into his arms then, “open to a bath?” This wasn’t a question, no matter how you turned it within your head. This wasn’t a question at all.
“Yes, General,” you whispered, helpless as he carried you off to his open and spacious bath, his mind now clear of his earlier frustrations and his want to pamper you overwhelming his delighted steps.