#i want to see him have to lean more on his vidyadhara powers as he slowly comes to accept them

[samudrarthaa]

more of dan heng using his cloudhymn magic and teaching us about vidyadhara please and thank you

[sh1-n0bu]

hhhhhhhhh

no no no you guys just don’t get it. irl i’m fucking small, okay? like i’m 163cm. 5’3 or however that would turn out to be. and you guys need to understand that being that small and having an s/o who’s an absolute giant compared tk you (bonus points if they’re in a position of power and commanding) and yet to have your powerful s/o become nothing more than a pathetic whining, whimpering mess who’s just begging for your touch while on their knees with tears welling in their eyes *bangs head against wall bangs head against wall bagns head against wall*

imagine being the lover of jing yuan. he’s a powerful man, a literal general of an entire army and yet the moment he sees you, he’s tugging on your sleeve, pouting as he asks for you to touch him. he’s been such a good boy and holding himself back for you, please help him out? he can get you your favorite snacks! or do you need shoulder massages? jing yuan is running around like an errand boy, trying to please you jusg so he can feel your hand tightly wrapped around his cock.

imagine being the lover of blade. he’s a scary guy. quiet, reserved, cruel and most definitely won’t hesitate to resort to murder if he wants something. or simply if he felt like it. imagine him crawling on your lap with loud whines and soft whimpers, grinding his hard on on your thigh. you always tell him to learn how to use his words but bladie just never seems to get it. maybe you should edge him again until he learns his lesson?

imagine being the lover of gepard landau. he’s the captain of the silvermane guards. the most trusted man and silvermane guard in the entirety of belebog. the people adore him and his subordinates look up to him, wanting to be strong and reliable just like their captain. if only they knew their captain was wearing a hidden collar underneath his high collared undershirt. one that said just who he would kneel to.

imagine being the lover of sampo. he’s a cheeky guy. lies and manipulation tactics ready up his sleeve. he knows how to weasel his way out of every dirty situation. but he would never lie to you. never you. not when you made it clear on just how rough you can be in the bedroom after finding out he lied about not tricking one of the astral express crew. but sometimes, sampo wants to lie again and have you know of it just so he can be put in impossible positions while he sobs and drools deliriously.

imagine being the lover of imbibitor lunae. he is the high elder of vidyadhara, the most respected individual amongst his own race. he’s elegant, divine, ethereal, calm and collected. a person of authority and power. if only the people knew just good you wreck him with only just your fingers. how his tail would curl around you asking for more while he sobs for you to be gentle. he’s always so sensitive in his vidyadhara form. just tug on his tail or guide his head to between your legs by his horns, he would become a mindless, pliant baby in no time.

imagine being the lover of welt. he’s a calm and serious man of the astral express crew. often being their guidance and pillar to lean on when things get a bit too much. heck, sometimes he even acts like a tired dad (that “maaarrrcchhhh” scene in xianzhou quest). hell, he was even formerly the second herrscher of reason, a being that’s literally able to bend the physics of reality itself. and yet he would do anything just so he can feel you around him. he wouldn’t hesitate to try and please you so he can be inside your warm walls, moaning and trembling as you ride him.

imagine being the lover of kafka. she’s a scary woman, no doubt. just a single whisper and you would be nothing more than her cute little puppet. and yet she uses her powers for more… different reasons when with you. ordering you to fuck her cunt, finger her open in the dark alleyway, to let her sit on your face so she can ride herself into overstimulation. kafka loves when you’re in control. especially when wringing orgasm after orgasm from her shaking body.

imagine being the lover of himeko. she’s the one who rebuilt the astral express, a respected and well known genius of a beautiful lady. anyone would be lucky to meet her. but the only luck himeko wants is to feel your fingers inside her. how she would give everything just so she can hear you whisper all sorts of vile things in her ear as you pinch her clit, telling her to keep quiet so she won’t wake up the others.

in conclusion, reverse size kink my beloved🥰🥰

[angelspigeon]

“I already have my own weapon.”

“Yes. Thanks to the Vidyadhara knowledge, I think I will be able to create something that use your power and help you to strike harder. This will ask me lot of work but… if I am correct, I think you could wield the light of your people, the water of the Azure Dragon and even the wind you love so much.”

“I…” Dan Feng leaned in further, pressing his chin over the shoulder. “I don’t need such a power. You should focus on…”

“I want you to be able to protect yourself,” Yingxing countered. “And I like to believe this is my way to protect the esteemed Yinyue-Jun, who certainly don’t need a mere short-life species.”

“I need you,” Dan Feng countered.

He pressed his hand over his mouth. Shit! It came out his lips.

Yingxing turned towards him while Dan Feng pulled away. His mouth didn’t even try to utter lies, try to pretend he hadn’t say that. He simply looked away. Those words shouldn’t have been spoken but they were those who lingered in his heart, desperately hoping that time could stop and, so, never take away someone who will die and disappear, be nothing but painful memories. Memories he would have to supress if he wanted to survive the Mara and not wilt like the previous Yinyue-Jun.

“What have you said?” Yingxing dared to ask.

“Please, pretend I said nothing.”

“I could.”

“But you won’t?” Dan Feng’s face showed a strong emotion and for Yingxing who knew it was hard to see them appear, he could only wonder if he shouldn’t simply yield to the request. “You should. This will only hurt.”

“Who?” Yingxing asked. “Me? I do not care to be hurt if it means I can be loved by you.”

Dan Feng’s hands reached for Yingxing. “And what if it meant to hurt me?”

“Then, I would pretend you said nothing,” Yingxing answered without a second thought.

“Loving you…” Dan Feng whispered. He brought one of his hands to his heart. “It hurt. I vowed myself to chastity and to never let emotions take over me. I could live without being chaste anymore and betraying my people.” What words did he say in the very land that saw him promise his purity? “But I can’t live without you.”

“You will have, Yinyue-Jun, whatever if you have uttered those words or not. I can live knowing I will never be allowed to touch you as I wish if it ease your heart. But will you be able to forgive yourself if you didn’t savour the little years you could have?”

Yingxing let out a broken sound as he saw tears roll over the perfect face. The lips shivered. And Dan Feng shook his head.

“I believed you were a trial. Proofing how powerful was my vow to not yield to loving you, but how could one be able to turn a blind eye to you? It would be criminal to renounce loving you.”

Yingxing cupped his face, scooping a tears with his thumb.

“I will always love you, my Yinyue-Jun, but you don’t have to do anything. Your choice is mine.”

“You are my choice.”

“So… may I have the honour to receive a kiss from you?”

Dan Feng nodded vividly, tears streaming down his cheeks even more. He didn’t even know if it was of joy, despair, or a mix of everything. He knew there was so little time left for their love, he knew he was doing something wrong, but didn’t love Yingxing the best thing? He would damn himself for even one second with Yingxing.

Yingxing leaned towards his elder, his lips brushing the one that he craved for so long. He took just a little taste of them. They were wet from the tears and so lightly salty but still so sweet and fruity. Dan Feng moved closer, eager for the taste of his lips against his once again. Yingxing smiled and captured the needy lips between his. He amused himself to those so old lips yet so innocents who let themselves touched and kissed by the younger yet more experienced ones. He wrapped his arms and his tail around Yingxing, bringing him so close from him, almost desperately. He didn’t want even one atom of oxygen to dare come between them. Yingxing brought his hand in the small of the back to caress it and help him supress the space between them. Their lips keep finding each other and he could hear Dan Feng slightly moan, begging for more of it. Yingxing was happy to provide because, to be honest, he couldn’t have enough of his lips.

It may become a little hard to breath for him, the draconic tail so tightly around him, but he didn’t shiver, his fingers even letting go of the precious cheek to come caress the strong rings, brushing the fur. He heard and felt Dan Feng panting of desire. Perhaps a life of chastity led him to have a poor control over his own body because Yingxing swore he could feel excitation against him. He growled but still let his tongue move in, caress the lip and the tip of the other one. Said tongue pulled backwards one second before coming in to meet the other one. Their tongue danced a secret ballet, lost amidst the nation of Vidyadharas, and it probably was nothing else but his old heart moved by love, but Yingxing swore he felt refreshed. He suddenly wanted to scoop up the Dragon, bring him over his lap, and although he had struggled to carry anything those last month, he could only chuckle when he managed to and Dan Feng let out a little squeak out of surprise.

The kiss broke.

Dan Feng caressed the place of the heart, beating so fast, and they stared at each other eyes for an instant.

“Do you… desire me?” Dan Feng asked.

Yingxing smiled and kissed the lecherous lips.

“Of course. I always desired you, from the first instant I saw you, my Yinyue-Jun, so beautiful and elegant. You stole my heart.” Yingxing brought one of the precious hand to his lips. “You stole my sanity. I’m mad for you. Mad in love.”

“Why me?” Dan Feng hiccupped.

“Why me?” Yingxing answered with a cheeky smile.

Dan Feng blushed. He leaned in to offer his lips again. Yingxing didn’t need to be asked twice to savour his lips once again. His fingers moved up to caress the skin exposed in the diamond amidst the white cloth. He brushed the pectoral there and looked at the face turning red.

“Is this what you truly want?” Yingxing asked.

“Yes! Yes!” Dan Feng desperately asked. “I want to be yours. Fully yours.”

His eyes were full of desire and need. Yingxing caressed further his pectoral, letting his fingers explore further. Dan Feng let out a little moan of desire. He closed his eyes when the callous fingertips brushed the flesh cherry hidden there.

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[acr3ss-the-cosmos]

[ squeeze ] + chenheng kek

prompts for hands and touch. @reversescale

Blood was a powerful source of vitality for the vidyadhara people. It was nursed by their infants, it enhanced their fantastical feats of cloudhymn magic, and drinking it from a lover was a form of bonding for a vidyadhara. Chenhua knew all of these facts well. As a young kit, they had been part of her lessons on vidyadharan culture contained within the curriculum that all Xianzhou children received as part of their education, long before she'd met Dan Heng. Now, here they were, standing face-to-face in the middle of her cozy living room, the foxian having just given permission for him to drink of her blood. Never in her lifetime did Chenhua ever think she'd participate in such a ritual, so her nervousness was palpable even as she bravely stood before her partner, who blinked back utterly mystified.

"I... I know how important this is to you, dear." Chenhua spoke softly, taking his hand in hers while gazing into his eyes with quiet courage. "And I know that you wouldn't ever do anything to really hurt me, so... go ahead, Dan Heng. Take... take my blood."

There was a long, silent moment where the vidyadhara simply stared at her, stunned by the boldness of the kindly craftswoman. Dan Heng knew that she was doing this out of the deep love she held for him, and that alone caused a surge of affection to rush through his whole being. He could see the apprehension flickering in her eyes, so in an effort to ease her into what he was about to do, Dan Heng gave her hand a comforting squeeze, channeling all the reassurance he possibly could into it.

"You'll be ok, Chenhua." He murmured simply, a gentle smile on his lips. "I promise."

Then, that hand moved to firmly loop around her waist to hold her close, while the other raised up to pull down the shoulder of the simple yellow dress she wore, exposing more of her smooth, tan skin. Chenhua's breath shuddered as she felt his lips press against the dip of her neck, and then she felt those long fangs sink into her flesh, a sharp gasp leaving her at the sudden pain, marigold eyes wide in alarm. She believed Dan Heng when he said she'd be ok, so Chenhua kept herself in place by tightly wrapping her arms around his torso, burying her face into his shoulder as he swallowed a few mouthfuls of the warm, crimson blood that flowed out from her wound. But the act was over as quickly as it began, healing cloudhymn magic already working to mend her skin back together as though nothing had happened (though her dress would no doubt need to be washed very thoroughly if she wanted to prevent the blood from staining the fabric -- not that it was the first thing on her mind, of course). Her head swam, feeling lightheaded from the blood loss, but she still leaned back to give Dan Heng a weak smile -- a reassurance of her own towards him. "So... how does... my blood taste to you...?"