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Shen Qiao steadies his breath, placates his own pounding heart, and suppresses the ever so slight shiver of legs. He still has the second chance to get his own back.

Yan Wushi and those wicked games of his... Why on Earth has Shen Qiao even considered agreeing to play along? Now he is in this maze he has no idea how Yan Wushi has even found, trying to collect every single one of numerous canes Yan Wushi had scattered around. Doesn't, didn't sound any hard to him. But that. That was not the only condition of winning this so-called game.

The main point, as explained, was to avoid meeting Yan Wushi. Which, if you ask Shen Qiao, was a task barely possible to fulfill as it was even in the vast lands of tianxia, let alone this small, roomless structure. Yan Wushi went even further and prohibited both of them from using their martial art skills in order to either flee or capture. So, the game was reduced to a matter of sheer luck and intelligent approach.

Shen Qiao now admits he was a fool for not asking for any details. He should have. He absolutely, one hundred percent should have.

What Yan Wushi let him know was that he was supposed to run away and had three so-called lives, so after losing them all, that is being caught by Yan Wushi three times, he was to start the game all over again.

Three attempts sound like a nice warrant, right?

Right?

Shen Qiao only realised what he had got himself into when Yan Wushi first caught him. By that time, he had already collected around 15 canes and was pretty sure the game didn't seem as difficult.

Which should have raised suspicions.

For his ignorance, Shen Qiao paid double.

There was not one Yan Wushi in the maze. There were four of them.

And Shen Qiao only lost a life when Yan Wushi, either of the four, had an orgasm.

So, when Yan Wushi first stumbled into him, he sneered like a starving animal. He took Shen Qiao against the wall. Those were the rules Shen Qiao could not do anything about anymore. He was embarrassed, and speechless, and absolutely infuriated, but then he was mewling softly and holding onto Yan Wushi's shoulders and waist for purchase with his eyes closed and mouth drooling. When Yan Wushi cradled him in his arms and Shen Qiao felt especially warm inside, the voice above his ear, still hoarse and lustful, announced "two more left, A-Qiao". And that was the last Shen Qiao saw of him.

Perplexed, disoriented and, he admitted, a little disappointed, he quickly smoothed his ruffled feathers and continued further into the maze. He mused on whether what had happened went according to the rules, but... it was not bad. However, he did feel as if Yan Wushi was holding himself back, as if he was saving his energy for some more.

The hunch was confirmed before long.

Yan Wushi caught him, pinned him to the floor and pushed a knee between his legs. Shen Qiao, who had barely recuperated from last time, could hardly resist and thus was done passionately there and then. As Yan Wushi was pulling his soft cock out, leaving a thick white trace on Shen Qiao's insides, he murmured, "One more left."

And then he was off.

Shen Qiao could use some time to collect himself, but if Yan Wushi found him plastered on the ground with his legs spread and deemed that sight an invitation, who would he have to blame other than himself?

Not that keeping up with the twisted game was something other than a losing proposition anyways.

He never got to seize the last dozen of canes. Yan Wushi made him straddle his lap and take a ride.

No horse ever left Shen Qiao's thighs so sore after riding. Yan Wushi did.

And, having bitten on his wife's ear as he was spilling inside yet again, Yan Wushi chuckled.

"Game over, A-Qiao. You'll have to try again."

Shen Qiao was teased to no end, his passion and determination ignited as he was dead set on winning next time.

After all, Yan Wushi was not the only one up for a challenge.

Maybe he will be more fortunate this time, Shen Qiao tells himself. He's got accustomed to the surroundings during the previous round and is now fully aware of his risks and stunts Yan Wushi might pull out against him. He's come prepared, so Yan Wushi had better brace himself, he concludes.

And a faint smile appears on his gentle face.

"Not that you would detest losing, darling," Yan Wushi's voice mocks him in his own head, and Shen Qiao abashedly lets the question drop.

He calms his bothered system down with a deep inhale. The world freezes for a moment before his closed eyes. In the darkness, there is nothing. He is nothing either, just a fracture less than a grain of rice, he holds no weight and makes no sound. Finding him should be as hard as spotting a needle in the ocean.

Shen Qiao takes a first step and grips the bamboo stick tightly in his hand. This time, he won't give in so easily.

One of the two square rooms in the centre feels safe enough, yet he still needs to clear the remaining half of the labyrinth too. So far, things have been going well. He's only spotted Yan Wushi a couple of times and managed to get away in an instant using his Rainbow Shadow technique, still aware that even a swift glance of him is enough for Yan Wushi to set on his prey.

So, Shen Qiao has to leave the small room and head south so that he can get into the western part of the maze. He holds his breath and listens closely, yet, obviously, not a sound of Yan Wushi is distinctive. His steps are feather light, his breath wouldn't so much as have fluttered the hair fallen onto his face, and the even pace of his heartbeat is practically beating in unison with Shen Qiao's, so there is thick chance his presence will be disclosed easily. Blood is boiling slowly in Shen Qiao's veins. The exhausting competition has him on tenterhooks, tensed, cautious, prepared. His five senses sharpen, and he thinks of an innocent deer being hunted down by an atrocious wolf.

He avoids the thought, but... maybe the deer is not as innocent as one may think, having been captured several times yet still playing tag with the wolf?

Shen Qiao steps out of the square room quietly, and his heart beats heavily, ticklishly once as anxiety drops to his stomach where it disperses into stiff muscles and bones. A tear of sweat trickles down his nape gently, like a lover's kiss. Shen Qiao swallows carefully and makes a couple more steps.

There are four ways for him to go: backwards, to the half he's already been to, to both sides if a need to circle around the room appears, and finally the one he's standing along, the one he should take. Having several openings for escape reassures him amidst the stress of being left in dreadful silence. He might be far out of Yan Wushi's reach, or his husband may be just round the corner.

Shen Qiao breathes out, and the hair on his neck stand on end when a delicate chill brushes against it.

He knows he is not alone anymore even before hearing the voice in his head.

"Going far, beauty?" the sweet tone rings playfully in his ears, and, he knows he shouldn't, knows it's the worst decision he could have possibly made, Shen Qiao turns around. Predictably, Yan Wushi is standing right beside him, leaning with his back against the wall, grinning.

And then a barely audible swish of air from the other side concludes it was, indeed, his worst decision.

A mere second of getting distracted, of turning around, has been enough for another Yan Wushi to appear right in Shen Qiao's front, blocking another way out.

He mustn't have done this. What did he expect to see by looking over his shoulder? Why... why did he do it so instinctively, why did his treacherous body react to Yan Wushi so inviolately?

Shen Qiao takes a hesitant step back and, just a second before getting grabbed from behind by one of his husbands, manages to move to the side, towards one of those side openings he could use for circling around the room. The battle is not lost yet, Shen Qiao thinks to himself, his steps light and sonic against the ground.

He is just about to turn round the corner when he spots the dark blue fabric of his lover’s robes fluttering from the opposite side. He doesn't wait for Yan Wushi to step in his sight fully and turns around. This is bad. This is so bad. The three of them are here, in one place, cornering him. Now his only hope is the last remaining opening, he is perfectly capable of seizing the exact moment to slip past both of Yan Wushis, bait the three of them to follow him, and then use the cleared path to run away.

He makes a move and races in the said direction, his last leaf of hope.

He doesn't even want to think what these three would do to him according to the rules.

Maybe he should have.

Just to prepare himself mentally.

Because, having almost arrived at the opposite side of the path, he bumps into a strong body at his full speed.

Without a miao of hesitation, familiar arms cage his waist leaving no chance to escape.

"Got you," the fourth Yan Wushi, who has just walked across his way, smiles.

Shen Qiao looks at him dumbstruck.

A dribble of sweat runs down his temple.

He is done.

He is done for good.

"My, my, looks like this venerable one has just hit a jackpot," Yan Wushi purrs gently, as if he is only going to kiss Shen Qiao's nose and let him go. In an instant, Shen Qiao, who has already accepted his fate and isn't even trying to struggle, is picked up into his hands and carried towards other three beasts who are devouring his lithe figure with their eyes. Shen Qiao, brace yourself.

"This... this is one of your many dirty tricks, Yan-zongzhu," Shen Qiao answers, his voice calm and even despite the tragic destiny he is giving himself in to. "This one should have known better than to trust you would not act something out."

"What trick?" Yan Wushi sounds genuinely surprised, one may really believe he is innocent. Yet if there is anyone who knows Yan Wushi in this world, it is his husband. "A-Qiao thinks too lowly of this venerable one. It just so happened that we came across each other at this defining place. You have my word it wasn't on purpose, darling. But that's what makes it even more exciting, don't you agree?"

Shen Qiao frowns. Yan Wushi's leisurely steps ring an alarm bell in his fluttering chest, one thud after another.

"Release me, Yan Wushi."

"Of course, my dear," the next moment Shen Qiao is already standing on the ground, lowered carefully by gentle arms. "Where are you planning to go, though?"

Indeed. Shen Qiao takes two steps away from Yan Wushi and is welcomed in the arms of another. Two more are blocking other paths of escape, leaving Shen Qiao with absolutely nowhere to go. From any side he chooses, he is surrounded.

A deer has been captured by the wolf at last. And this torture prompts to be the most tantalising of all.

Shen Qiao's every move is being restricted, but in a deceivingly tender way. He lifts his hand, and one Yan Wushi catches it midway to press a kiss against his inner palm. He turns away, and another snakes his arm around the lean waist to pull him closer. The four of his husbands are closing in on him dangerously, and very soon the scent of the man Shen Qiao loves is smothering him. When he staggers backwards, his back is supported by the warm chest, and dry lips press against his wet temple. Several pairs of familiar eyes are staring at him, the primal hunger in them making Shen Qiao weak in the legs.

"Y-Yan Wushi," he attempts to bargain. "This one is not sure he can take the punishment you have in mind. M-maybe we could think of something else?"

Shen Qiao hates to back down, but there is only one of him and four of his bothered husbands. One Yan Wushi is sometimes too much for him, two would simply break him down. And now four?

His chest tightens anxiously, yet his body is gradually falling limp and heated. The adrenaline rush caused by this little hunting session is catching up with him, and he starts to feel too hot in layers of his clothes, embraced by four pairs of greedy hands.

Shen Qiao never said it aloud, but Yan Wushi was a dazzling beauty to him. A man with such delicate facial features, dainty hands and lean body could absolutely not have been his dear husband, and yet he was. If Shen Qiao were a poet, he would've been spending sleepless nights on writing verses after verses solely dedicated to this fair main.

So the amount of beauty Shen Qiao is witnessing now overwhelms him. Wherever he looks, a face of his lover is smiling at him, so familiar yet different every time. His cheeks burn, and he swallows hard, turning his head to the side, and then to another, again and again.

"No need to worry, A-Qiao," Yan Wushi behind him coos tenderly, cradling his chin in a palm and lifting his head until it's thrown back. Shen Qiao looks helplessly at him from the upside down. Yan Wushi leans closer and steals his breath with a kiss.

The Adam's apple bobs visibly under the bare skin of Shen Qiao's neck. The said neck is left so vulnerable, a couple of lovebites left a while ago blooming red on the jade-white skin, it is begging to be marked over and over, and, well, Yan Wushi is happy to oblige.

Shen Qiao yelps into the kiss when two pairs of lips suck on his neck from both sides and leave two different traces of kisses along the skin, up to his jaw and down to the collarbone. He pants weakly into Yan Wushi's mouth and winces, yet doesn't resist against a wet tongue slowly intruding his delicate cavern. The Yan Wushi who didn't get to kiss his precious wife chuckles and moves to the side to whisper Shen Qiao in the ear, "Is A-Qiao enjoying himself? He is finally getting the amount of love he deserves."

Shen Qiao grabs a Yan Wushi by the shoulder and curls his fingers around the stiff fabric of his outer robes. He makes no attempt to push him away, so neither of the four retract.

Strong hands travel down his clothed body to caress his sides, such a delicate yet soothing sensation it coaxes Shen Qiao to relax in almost an instant. Another affectionate laugh is heard from Yan Wushi.

"Hey," he suddenly says to his counterpart who has been occupying Shen Qiao's lips. "You know you're not alone here, right? We want to kiss A-Qiao too."

"Try harder," Shen Qiao grimly thinks to himself. Yan Wushi would never be Yan Wushi if he were to give away what was his so easily. Especially, him, his poor Shen Qiao.

Yet he is forgetting the other party is Yan Wushi as well. And his husband is used to getting what he wants by all means.

So his chin is grabbed by another Yan Wushi's fingers and pulled down till his head returns to a normal position. It happens so quickly Shen Qiao feels slightly dizzy. Being snatched away from the kiss, he is grateful for a moment or two to breathe, but, in the end, even so much he is not given. He only catches a breath when a pair of lips seals his own in a no less heated kiss.

"Mhm!" Shen Qiao tries to struggle against such persistence, but is only taken into another possessive embrace. Yan Wushi's hands quickly find home on his lower bottom and spare no strength to knead it nicely until Shen Qiao whimpers. He is left with no choice but to wrap his arms around his husband's neck and give in to his will.

The heavy panting of Yan Wushi he was previously kissing leaves him somewhat happy.

Shen Qiao is barely breathing but he still manages to reciprocate his lover's passion by burying his fingers in the other man's hair or chasing the hot tongue with his own. He seems to be waging for dominance, only for one tight grab of his peachy ass to make him soft and pliant again.

As soon as their lips part, there is another arm around Shen Qiao's waist, and he sheepishly turns his head to look one more Yan Wushi in the eyes. He lifts his hand to cup the cheek of his beloved in a shaking palm and pants out, "Yan Wushi..."

This time he kisses him first, leaving the two before to drink their vinegar angrily. Shen Qiao kisses sweetly, obviously not much strength left in him after two rounds, he allows Yan Wushi everything, his hands rest gingerly on his lover's shoulders. They part lips and lick each other's tongues making such an enticing view the other three feel the need to swallow. Yan Wushi holds Shen Qiao by the chest, rubbing slow yet steady circles into his nipples through layers of layers of fabric on that beautiful body. Shen Qiao mewls wantonly but only leans closer.

That's when a second shadow looms over him.

"Surely A-Qiao can take more, huh?" another tongue is pressed against the entwined two, and Shen Qiao's eyes open wide as he lets out a muffled, incoherent something. Yan Wushi doesn't step back, so Shen Qiao is now busy pleasing the two of them. He is either letting his tongue and wet drooling mouth be harassed by both tongues at the same time or kissing one Yan Wushi passionately while the other is sucking on the corner of his lips gently, making it even redder than it already is, licking away the saliva that is escaping it.

"What a good boy, A-Qiao, you're doing so well darling," another Yan Wushi praises and presses Shen Qiao's head against two others by the nape. The fourth one buries his face in the softness of his wife's lower bottom with a blessed expression.

Peach blossom eyes swell with pink from the abuse and spill first trickles of tears. Completely trapped and cornered by the four of his lovers, he is starting to feel helpless. His natural inclination to resist manhandling, to refuse to submit, gives way to a lecherous desire to slacken and let Yan Wushi do whatever he wants. Whatever they want. And so, Shen Qiao’s weak legs have him literally sitting on his husband’s face, supported by hands holding his juicy thighs. Upon realising this, he blushes fervently and makes an attempt to get up, but it’s too late. His body is wreathed by four pairs of hands now. Like a butterfly, tangled up in a spider web. Oh, well.

His robes are removed swiftly, Yan Wushis work in perfect sync with each other. Shen Qiao’s naked, heated body is exposed to hungry gazes. They scrutinise the delicate curve of his shoulders, circle the swollen lovebite around the nipple Yan Wushi left last time, appreciate the sight of their wife’s adorable tiny cock swinging languidly up and down in a futile attempt to get up. It looks so beautiful, small yet plump, with a thick layer of skin covering the pink head; round taut balls would fit so comfortably in a palm and feel so stress-relieving to squeeze.

“Show us your little treasure, A-Qiao,” Yan Wushi behind him asks coquettishly, and blush spreads along Shen Qiao’s swan neck.

“S-stop… calling it like this...” he heaves, lowering his gaze to anywhere that would not be a part of one of his husband’s bodies. And then he hears a malicious chuckle.

“So you won’t do it?” sharp teeth clench around the crook of his neck, feasting on the meaty area closer to the nape. “We have been so good to A-Qiao so far, yet he would refuse to treat us to this much?”

Other Yan Wushis placate Shen Qiao with warm kisses to his shoulders and down the spine bone.

“That’s right. Everything we’re doing is solely dedicated to pleasing our A-Qiao. We don’t ask for much in return.”

“Tsk tsk tsk. What a heartbreak. A-Qiao is so mean.”

Shen Qiao pants shakily, fighting off the embarrassment caused both by the favour Yan Wushi asked him of and the outrageous lie this demon is feeding to him. Shen Qiao should not be doing it. He should break the rules and fight off, he should use his qinggong and get as far away from this insatiable beast as possible, and yet…

He cups his cock, delicate like a rouge petal of a plum tree, from below and holds it, allowing the eyes of his lovers to admire the salivating petite shape. Yan Wushis watch spellbound.

“Oh, yes,” one of them spits through gritted teeth and reaches out a hand to caress the gentle flesh with his fingers. They brush along the pale skin in a feather-like touch, and Shen Qiao whines quietly, giving in to three pairs of lips fondling his wet body. Yan Wushi from behind plays with his perked nipples that grow harder and harder from the touch, while the fingers on his cock scoop the shaft from the underside to cradle it gently and then tug at the supple foreskin slowly, carefully, exposing a soft, slightly swollen, wet head. Yan Wushi keeps hushing and grunting lewdly into Shen Qiao’s ear as he is unsheathing that little sword, the only one that can win him over. “Yes, what a beauty you have here, Shen-lang.”

The small shaft twitches at the praise as Shen Qiao winces and refuses to look at either Yan Wushi.

Another hand reaches out to him, now the two of his lovers paying attention to his so very usual cock. A thumb covers the slit of his urethra.... and rubs it gently. Shen Qiao bites his lower lip in a desperate attempt to suppress a whine.

“Oh,” Yan Wushi breathes out heatedly and presses the thumb against the well-shaped slit. “A-Qiao has so many holes, and each of them is so beautiful, so hospitable.”

This is a reminder of the night Shen Qiao took his own hairpin into his urethra. That happened… not so long ago. So a particular touch to his sensitive meatus sends a convulsive cramp to his legs that makes it no easier for him to keep standing. He still remembers how it hurt and burnt to take it inside from Yan Wushi’s skillful and attentive hands, how his guts churned from the wrong, peccant pleasure of having his most secure and previously untouched hole, too, stretch around something too thick for it to fit.

Shen Qiao will never, never admit.

But this hole of his has been occasionally aching with need ever since.

So once reminded of the torture Shen Qiao went and is still going through, he starts leaking obscenely onto Yan Wushi’s thumb. Precum dribbles out of the slit as if Shen Qiao was coming. Yan Wushi swallows and gives up too. He is bored with keeping his posture, what he wants now is to taste Shen Qiao. He kneels in front of his lover in an instant and licks the watery slick away. The hand of the other Yan Wushi is still holding the small cock and tugging the foreskin down, so the stimulation makes Shen Qiao cry out.

That is when another patience snaps.

And another tongue runs over Shen Qiao’s loose hole that has already been used today.

Oh, right. He was sitting on his husband’s face. Said husband has been content with showering Shen Qiao’s delicate peachy bottom with kisses for now, but as one of them is now enjoying the taste of their wife’s body, why should he restrain himself anymore? He spreads the supple cheeks and digs into his long-awaited dinner.

Without any pressure, the tongue slips past the fucked out asshole inside; another tongue is running around the ticklish skin under the head and drilling the slit. Shen Qiao trembles and sobs into his palm, not sure in which direction to curve his back. He realises he cannot escape from Yan Wushi. Never. He is but a little deer drawn into a trap of lechery and sin.

And the deer is waiting for its wolf’s hunger to come into play.

Yan Wushi parts his lips, and the flesh of Shen Qiao’s cock is engulfed in tender warmth. Two hot, greedy mouths are eating him alive both from the front and from behind. Mouth gaping, Shen Qiao screams soundlessly and digs his fingers into the hair of Yan Wushi pleasing his aching arousal. The other does not let Shen Qiao enjoy the moment of sweetness for too long and begins to bob his head back and forth, swallowing Shen Qiao over and over again. One moment a gentle breeze swooshes across the salivated flesh, the other it is warm and cozy again.

Yan Wushi holding his cock smirks and places his free hand on the head of other Yan Wushi, next to Shen Qiao’s. The latter frowns and retracts.

“I’ll only let A-Qiao command me,” he snarls at his other counterpart and throws the unwanted hand away from his head. His opponent only grins wider and rests his hand on top of Shen Qiao’s now, using it as an excuse to control the rhythm on their wife’s behalf. His other hand still has a tight grip on the base of Shen Qiao’s arousal, and it moves slightly, but methodically.

What a sight. One Yan Wushi is feeding Shen Qiao’s cock to another.

"Mhm, Qiao-Qiao," Yan Wushi drawls, pulling away to kiss the swollen head. "Look at how petite you are. Your cock is so small it doesn't even reach my throat. So easy to please."

Shen Qiao scoops a fistful of his hair and whimpers. His whole body turns into a scarcely intact bundle of pulsating ache for more. The other tongue keeps licking him on the inside, and two fingers slip along with it and tug the abused rim down, opening him up even wider to prepare for a special treat. Shen Qiao hears a chuckle, and a warm mouth takes him in once again. So wet. So comfortable.

Shen Qiao's voice breaks as he notices two other Yan Wushis stroke themselves to hardness. As he is watching, unable to break eye contact, two massive dicks swell and rise proudly, waiting for a sheathe to nestle in. He swallows hard. Too much, it's too much for him... He wants them, but knows he cannot take it. They are beautiful. Mesmerising. Shen Qiao is familiar with every vein on that shaft, remembers how tight and responsible it is to the touch when erect, how soft and pliant when flaccid. How are they going to arrange him to please all the four? He does not want to have any of them left out, he wishes to make Yan Wushi feel as good as he is feeling now. Even better...

"Come now, my dear, no need to cry," the third Yan Wushi wipes his tears away gently and catches his face by the chin. Shen Qiao sheds tears incessantly. He looks at his husband yet it seems like he cannot really see him. Like he is looking somewhere past him. "A-Qiao will be good," Yan Wushi coos, imprinting the words into his lover's mind. "He can do it."

"A-Qiao... w-will be good..." Shen Qiao repeats through the flow of soft needy moans and worn out sobs. Yan Wushi smiles at him. He presses their faces together but does not kiss him, although Shen Qiao has already parted his lips. They mouth each other, sharing hot breaths and stifled whines. Shen Qiao leans closer and tries to tilt his head to get a proper kiss, but Yan Wushi does not let him. He watches his wife's tongue glisten with drool all over, and his gaze darkens. What a hungry little mouth.

Another hungry mouth takes Shen Qiao's balls in and gives them a tight suck, while the fingers in his hole work they way out deeper, scissoring him until his entrance is sore and gaping in desperate need, and a sharp sting in Shen Qiao's lower abdomen hints at his upcoming release. Shen Qiao whimpers in a high pitch, choking on his own breath, and his body tenses all at once as his small cock twitches to finally spill out.

And then Yan Wushi, one of them, he does not distinguish between them anymore, chuckles.

"No, no, no, that won't do."

As Shen Qiao is almost at his peak, muscles stiff and his whole body numb in sweetness, as he is so, so, so ready to give in to the overwhelming pleasure, he is suddenly deprived of any touch. No more fingers massaging his sensitive walls or tongues tasting him from both sides. Nothing. Yan Wushis get up from their knees and retreat, only slapping him between the legs gently as a last thing.

A ragged breath gets stuck in Shen Qiao's throat as the heat at the base of his cock slowly fades. His blood runs cold, and he grasps for a pair of hands in front of him, looking delusional, helpless, hysterical.

"No! No, n-no, please! Please!!" Shen Qiao all but screams and bends down, folding in two. His legs clutch shakily in an attempt to catch his trembling cock in between and allow him the release he is desperately seeking. Yet to no avail. His hardness stands like a stake against his belly, staining it with thick saliva mixed with precum. A miao, two miao. Having received no further stimulation, his body is cooling down. Disappointment stirs Shen Qiao's guts, and hot tears run down his cheeks.

Ah, his face. His terrified, bullied expression, the one that awakens the darkest desires in Yan Wushi's mind. To torture his beloved wife into full submission. To reduce him to a sobbing mess of a naked body, yearning for a single touch from his master. How beautiful he is, his long lashes glued to each other with heavy dew of tears, lips swollen and wet, brows furrowed in a plea. And that lean body bent down, exposing his most greedy part for anyone to view, his hole twitching and cramping around nothing. Well, no one asked Shen Qiao to stand like this, offering himself for them to play with. He has had it coming.

Yan Wushi grabs his hips and shoves his cock he's been previously stroking just for that needy hole inside. He shows no mercy, his girth sheathing itself fully in the welcoming heat in one go. His lover's bottom strikes against his hip bones painfully. The grip of his fingers is sure to leave dark bruises on Shen Qiao's frail skin.

And Shen Qiao screams at last. He is so full. His insides clasp around the intruder tightly, making Yan Wushi huff through his nose. Under its own momentum, Shen Qiao's upper body jerks up, his back arching in pleasure, but a palm suddenly comes to rest on his head, holding it firmly on the level of another Yan Wushi's cock.

"Trying to run away, A-Qiao. Tsk, tsk, tsk," he sneers. And a massive head fills Shen Qiao's mouth still open in a silent scream.

Both of his husbands retract a little only to plough themselves deeper into his body, and Shen Qiao's legs quiver clumsily as his knees give up on him. He bleats, swallows a sob along with the head of a cock pressing against his uvula, and his eyes roll back.

He spills onto the floor beneath himself and nearly falls down.

But a pair of strong hands holds his trembling legs in the air, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his thighs.

Shen Qiao is yet to realise his body is now but a feeble toy for Yan Wushi's entertainment. Maybe if he did, he would have had two violent orgasms in a row.

His feet are not even touching the ground anymore. He is not even standing by himself. Yan Wushi is taking care of everything for him: holding him by the legs and the throat from underneath as to prevent his upper body from falling down too, filling him up just how Shen Qiao needs it. What a wonderful, doting husband he has, does he not?

The wonderful, doting husband, either of the two, does not spare him more than a miao to come back to his senses. They move their hips forward at the same time, impaling his feeble body on two hard shafts that demand his attention.

Those are the two Shen Qiao was watching while getting eaten out.

"Be a good boy," Yan Wushi in his front pats his hair with a free hand, rakes it to the side and winds round his fist. He then presses the hand on his nape to slide deeper into the hot, drooling mouth. Shen Qiao barely responds apart from swallowing around the head, and Yan Wushi smirks. He looks at his partner in crime who is rocking his hips slowly and watching how the abused rim stretches around his cock with every half a cun. The two exchange mischievous glances.

"Looks like our A-Qiao is way too lost in his own pleasure and won't come back to us," the one warming his cock in Shen Qiao's mouth hints. The other tilts his head in disapproval.

Reluctantly, he pulls out (Shen Qiao quietly whimpers at that, making all the four grin), carefully stands Shen Qiao on his feet and slaps his ass with such force Shen Qiao's whole body yanks forward. Resulting in him only sinking deeper onto the cock in his mouth.

"Welcome back, A-Qiao," Yan Wushi chuckles as his lover looks around owlishly, trying to muffle something. At least he is back to his senses now. He yelps when his bottom half is lifted in the air again, and tries to struggle. It looks cute, how he is weaving his hands in vain. "Shhh, sh, sh, no need for that. You don't want to fall into the floor and hurt yourself, do you?"

Shen Qiao looks up at the Yan Wushi in front of him and knits his brows, obviously having a thing or two to say to him. His hand reaches out to his bottom and rubs the red cheek that has a white handprint on it. Yan Wushi from behind kneads the sore skin with obvious delight and slaps it again, so hard his own palm stings. Shen Qiao stifles a sob, and a tear escapes his lidded eye. His hole twitches, an invitation that his husband gladly accepts.

The Yan Wushis who had the honour of pleasing Shen Qiao before now stroke themselves to the sight of their wife's plaint body getting invaded again. Shen Qiao lifts his hands to hold onto the forearms of the Yan Wushi closest to him. He gives his cock a shy little suck. Deep moans and heated breaths fill the corridor as well as Shen Qiao's ears.

It feels good. It feels so damn good, even though his legs are still shivering, his chest is heaving and thereis is still that uneven pulsation between his thighs. He loves the experiment as much as his husband does.

When their bodies meet from behind, he moans sweetly. His bottom is so full of husband's cock there is a delicate bulge on his belly. But neither Yan Wushi is moving yet, so Shen Qiao figures they are waiting for his initiative.

He nearly scoffs. How thoughtful of them, after everything they have already done to him.

Puffy rose lips fall open as the huge girth slips out from between them with a gentle smack. Shen Qiao struggles to breathe, never looking away from the beauty in front of him. The way it glistens with his saliva makes him even weaker in the knees than he already is. Yan Wushi's grip on his hair tightens and pulls his head up, almost pressing his face into the wet shaft. Shen Qiao reaches his lips out to press a kiss to the pulsating flesh. Having closed his eyes, he licks a long trace up to the head and plays it on his tongue, rubs the tip against the dirty slit, and extends a hand to hold the cock at its very base for convenience. His body knows what to do, his mouth is familiar with being put to such use, there's nothing new for him in oral, yet his cheeks still flush their innocent pink and he winces and whines like a virgin. How long can one last having witnessed such a view?

"Now open up, won't you?" Yan Wushi presses a thumb against his lower lip, and Shen Qiao opens his mouth obediently. It is soft and wet inside. "Yes, that's a good boy, A-Qiao."

Shen Qiao sticks his tongue out and lets the thick head slide inside. Yan Wushi manages a hiss and realises Shen Qiao is not stopping. He takes his length deeper and deeper, and his throat gurgles hungrily, and the tight walls slowly give in to the intrusion. Shen Qiao has almost swallowed him and he wants to take a small break but Yan Wushi rocks his hips forward, still holding him by the hair. Shen Qiao gags and bellows, but takes more. Just like his sore hole, his throat quivers endearingly around a cock. His mind starts to drift away again. He is too full. His fingers tremble.

Assuming their wife is now all ready for the real fun to come, Yan Wushis pull out slowly and slam back inside. The lewd noises both his holes produce make Shen Qiao shed even more tears. His throat burns, drool leaks, he desperately wants to swallow, and again, and again, and then his rim swells around a fat shaft but still accepts it gratefully. Shen Qiao can only sob, oh, no, he cannot even do that.

"I always wondered how such a cute little mouth could stretch so wide as to take me inside," Yan Wushi purrs, thumbing the red corner of Shen Qiao's lips to soothe it. "Is it too big for you?"

Shen Qiao looks him in the eyes and nods as far as his position allows him to. The cock inside moves slightly, making him swallow again. Yan Wushi smiles gently.

"You poor thing, A-Qiao. Too bad you love your husband's cock too much to resist it, don't you?"

This time, Shen Qiao does not answer. He swirls his tongue around the base and sucks the sensitive skin in, eliciting a groan from Yan Wushi. He moans too — the cock sliding in and out of him from behind hits one particular spot that makes his toes curl sweetly. The vibration sends a shiver down Yan Wushi's spine, and he thrusts into the pliant mouth, seeking more of it. Shen Qiao bounces back, seating himself on the cock and hitting his sweet spot again. He moans, and the vibration in his throat spurs Yan Wushi only further on...

Shen Qiao himself no longer knows if he is crying, whining in pleasure or even breathing. Speared on two fat cocks, he coughs and gulps, squeezes his hole and swings his helpless legs above the ground. Yan Wushi grips his thighs until bones creak and rams into the limp body, slapping them against each other violently, and Shen Qiao growls and clenches tighter, and something aches in his lower abdomen. Something wild, something feral.

His scalp aches too from how roughly Yan Wushi pulls on his hair. Holding his wife by the jaw, Yan Wushi makes sure he will not clasp his teeth and fucks into the wet heat of his throat, pushes the saliva that is about to leak back into the mouth and makes Shen Qiao swallow it.

Weak hands quiver in the air with each pound.

Not for long, though. Warm hands take Shen Qiao's in and place on two very similar, very familiar objects that radiate heat. Shen Qiao palpates them, and two laboured breaths are heard from above. His little cock twitches as it keeps on spatting against Yan Wushi's head inside through Shen Qiao's abdomen. Shen Qiao gives a little more squeeze and shudders at the melody of two voices singing his name in unison. They are so hard too. So eager for him. Each and every Yan Wushi here is starving for him. Shen Qiao winces and lets out a pitiful mewl at the thought of... them taking advantage of him all at once. They will not try to do that, will they? He... he may probably try and take two down there, but his mouth can barely fit one Yan Wushi, his lips are sore, his jaw and tongue are going numb. He is choking from the inability to breathe and from the grip on his neck that is not letting him fall down. His face is red as it is. He will not make it with the second one inside, even the head is not going to slip in.

And taking three... is impossible. He is pretty sure. He cannot do that. Two would be okay, maybe... maybe his cock leaked a little as he imagined two Yan Wushis taking him from behind, but there is only so much his body can provide.

"Mhm, A-Qiao must be feeling so good. Shouldn't he be grateful to his husband for taking such care of him? Hm?" Yan Wushi muses, caressing Shen Qiao on the head where he was previously tugging his hair possessively. He steps back, and his cock slides out of the whipped up mouth. Shen Qiao gasps hysterically. How long has he barely breathed for? Yan Wushi hardly ever let him take a break, even a break with a cock still in his mouth. He wanted to fuck, and he fucked. He pleased himself.

Shen Qiao sounds so funny, hyperventilating. Such an adorable little darling, Yan Wushi props him up so that he can take deeper breaths. It helps, although not much. Shen Qiao is still held in another Yan Wushi's arms from behind and is still bouncing on another cock, and now every one of the three Yan Wushis left can see how deep they reach into their A-Qiao when they have sex. Shen Qiao cries, then chokes on his sobs, then moans and grabs two cocks that are still waiting for his attention and strokes them from the tip down to the balls he cups and massages in his gentle fingers. He cannot even wipe his own tears away so his vision is blurry. He only hears Yan Wushi he has been sucking off coo, "Don't you think good wives should thank their husbands for treating them well?"

Fingers clench around two Yan Wushis' shafts, milking them of precum, and they hiss. Shen Qiao tilts his head to the side, teary eyes half-lidded.

"Thank you... Y-yan-lang," he sobs out and bites on his lower lip to prevent loud moans from escaping his mouth as Yan Wushi holding him above the ground shoves his dick inside violently, and it is already a little too much for Shen Qiao to tolerate. Yet the torture never ends. As he whispers his delirious gratitude, another Yan Wushi gently takes his hand by the wrist and guides it from his other counterpart's cock to his own. And it is slick with spit and lube, desperate for more touch. The head swells from how much it was rubbed against Shen Qiao's pretty tongue. Pumping into the hand fondling him with force, Yan Wushi bends forward to get closer to Shen Qiao.

Their lips all but brush against each other. Shen Qiao is still crying out a mantra of "thank you, Yan-lang".

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm here, A-Qiao," Yan Wushi answers him in a deep voice, and Shen Qiao looks in his direction blindly, his expression so broken with pleasure, so vulnerable and defenceless.

"I'm here, my darling," Yan Wushi from behind whispers in his ear, and he turns his head to where the voice is coming from. Two other Yan Wushis repeat with a smirk, "A-Qiao..."

A pair of lips is pressed against the corner of Shen Qiao's gaping mouth.

"Shhh. Don't listen to them, my dear. Your husband is here, with you," he kisses away the tears running down the cheeks of his beloved.

"Yan Wu... shi..." Shen Qiao pants and closes his eyes, reaching out for a kiss. Yan Wushi brings their faces closer yet does not kiss. Shen Qiao waits, and waits, and waits, and when nothing happens, he sobs again. His lips purse, and Yan Wushi seals them in a hot kiss, pushes his tongue between them to pry them open again. Yan Wushi swallows his little moans with sadistic delight. His fingertips travel down the shuddering chest to the flat abdomen and brush against his lover's arousal. Still small, still so endearing. Shen Qiao twitches weakly. Yan Wushi from behind drops his pace and loves him slowly, taking his time to appreciate the stretch of the rim when he sinks deeper and how the ever so responsive body refuses to let him go, tightening around his cock when he pulls out. He dives in to kiss Shen Qiao on the neck, making sure to leave a bruise or two, while two more pairs of greedy hands roam around the wet, shivering body.

After a kiss, Shen Qiao surely needs some time to catch a breath, but a heavy hand lowers his head down to the original position. Yan Wushi smiles tenderly at him.

"We're not done yet, my love."

Shen Qiao gulps. The next moment another hand covers his eyes, depriving him of the ability to see anything, and his feet finally land on the ground. He steadies himself and prepares for worse. The friction inside him gradually comes to a stop, and Shen Qiao looks around apprehensively. Only he does not see a thing.

"Open your pretty mouth, A-Qiao. Let's see if you can tell us apart..."

A gentle pat on his buttcheek encourages him to do as told. Hesitantly, Shen Qiao parts his lips. Familiar fingers press on his bottom teeth, and he complies. A Yan Wushi caresses his cheek.

And then his mouth is full of cock again. The same heat, shape, size and every little vein — Yan Wushis are indiscernible from one another. Shen Qiao gags. The head plays with his uvula, rubbing against it deliberately, and he makes an embarassing sound. He then realises in terror that, according to how Yan Wushi chuckled, he loved it.

"Tastes nice?" Yan Wushi clicks his tongue, obviously grinning. "Have some more."

One cock slips out and another replaces it. At this point Shen Qiao is not sure if it is really another Yan Wushi or just the same one toying with him. The head irks his uvula again, and the same lewd sound escapes Shen Qiao's lips. His cheeks blush. It takes all his strength not to clench his teeth down and swallow hard. Tears fill his eyes again.

"No..." he stutters when a hot shaft leaves his mouth empty. "D-do not... please..."

A sudden rough movement of Yan Wushi's hips against his own, burying the cock deep in his stomach, makes him drop his jaw open. Another Yan Wushi smirks.

"A-Qiao ah... If you really didn't like it, would you plead me with that cute face of yours? Wouldn't you make me stop? I can see it in your eyes how much you're enjoying yourself. To deceive me like this, you'll have to try harder. Now be good."

Like a good wife, Shen Qiao waits for another little torture. Fists clench, he has to accept the fact Yan Wushi is telling the truth. He has ways to show he does not like what his husband does to him, and Yan Wushi never fails to notice and stop, however nice it may feel for him. Shen Qiao trusts him.

If he did not, he would have never allowed this to happen in the first place.

"But since this venerable one's heart is so soft when A-Qiao asks for something... So be it. Now, aren't I so gracious? You should remember it, darling."

Before Shen Qiao has a chance to talk back, a hard, slick, waiting organ is shoved into his face.

"Polish it like you would polish your beloved sword. And don't forget about your other Yan-lang, will you?"

His insides cramp sweetly at the renewed movement. Gentle slaps of wet skin fill his ears. It is nice this way. His hole feels abused to no end by now, but there is nothing new about it. Yan Wushi makes sure his sweetheart remembers every single time they make love, engraves a memory of him into the delicate body. Shen Qiao only wishes Yan Wushi would come for once, would fill him with his warm seed, soothe the sore walls with his wet slickness.

But not all of them. As shameful it is to admit, maybe somewhere deep down... he wants to play a little more. Wants Yan Wushi to exhaust him, to waste him, to give him all he has.

Very shameful, indeed.

Without further ado, Shen Qiao rubs his cheek against the sensitive flesh and palps his way to the head with his lips. Yan Wushi pats his head, but Shen Qiao is not following anymore which one it is. Not that it matters any. Every one of them is his husband. And every one of them he loves.

He pants weakly at the steady pace of Yan Wushi intruding him from behind. His cock seems to be just the right size for Shen Qiao. They fit each other perfectly, merge into one being during moments of intimacy. Shen Qiao takes him whole, and it brings him no pain, only pleasure Yan Wushi has introduced him to.

"You love that, don't you?" Yan Wushi answers his thoughts. "My sweet innocent A-Qiao, what have I turned you into?"

A rough suck on his balls makes him shut his mouth for once. Shen Qiao huffs exasperatedly, but doesn't stop. He licks all the way up and takes the cock into his mouth. His two hands grip the shaft tightly and jerk it in slow, hasteless movements. His tongue, on the contrary, circles the head around deftly, of course he knows how to push his own lover closer to the edge.

And not his only lover, as Yan Wushi pounds into him faster, his perfect, flawless rhythm growing more erratic as he bends down to kiss Shen Qiao's back and whisper his name against wet skin. Shen Qiao moans softly in response. Warm hands grab his inner thighs and knead the meaty flesh, so he leaks again.

"Please... please..." he whimpers. Yan Wushi wraps his arms around Shen Qiao's waist and slams into him with force, and another Yan Wushi has a wonderful view to behold: his pure A-Qiao with rolled eyes and tongue stuck out, fondling his hard cock and taking it inside obediently at the same time. He seems to be getting closer as well. "Yes... yes..."

"No hands," he commands, and Shen Qiao drops his hands to hold onto Yan Wushi from behind lest to bounce uncontrollably back and forth. He swallows Yan Wushi down in one go, now able to see, and muffles his cute sobs as they rise in pitch.

Yan Wushi manages a broken "A-Qiao!" as his hips quiver and thick cum spills into Shen Qiao. He pulls out and jerks himself off fast, sharing some more to adorn the small of his darling's back. Shen Qiao wobbles on his weak legs with no one to hold him now. His fucked hole cannot even tighten to keep the seed inside. He whines, and another Yan Wushi retracts from him, though not for long. One more cock is waiting for his service, and the next moment he knows he is stuffed from both sides again. Yan Wushi he was pleasuring before now rams into him to add his own spend to that he is pushing back inside. Shen Qiao is going to swell with their come. He will secure all of it inside like a good wife he is, he will be so happy. Only Yan Wushi knows how this pretty daozhang gets off on being loaded to the brim.

Shen Qiao spares no effort to please Yan Wushi again, no heed paid to how he can barely move his tongue now, how numb every part of his body feels. He knows he is not going to last long either. His own heart beats wildly, but not in his chest — way lower. The Yan Wushi who has already come massages his small neglected cock casually, as if not caring if it will make his darling feel good or not. He slaps and squeezes it, plays for his own amusement only. Shen Qiao trembles violently. He is screaming into the cock pressed to his lips, stimulating it with the vibration of his voice.

"Y-Yan Wuuuuus-shi! Yan..! Yan..!"

His whole body twitches as well as Yan Wushi's as they come at the same time. Husband is holding him firmly as he writhes in his arms, spilling into a tight fist. Red traces cross Yan Wushi's arms, Shen Qiao's nails dirty with his skin and blood.

Still, it is not over yet.

He has got one more life. And both Yan Wushis left know it just the same. They are quick to replace the Yan Wushi who has just abandoned the absolutely destroyed hole, quick to adjust to it and jerk themselves off.

The Yan Wushi who came first holds Shen Qiao from the front. Another one pries his cheeks open and widens the hole with his fingers, as if their wife were but a mere cum damp. A warm, safe place for them to stack their seed in. Shen Qiao sobs brokenly, but only gets slapped.

"You want a cock that much? Can't bear the thought of your husband's own hand pleasing him and not your greedy hole? You'll get what you deserve."

He does not know who said it anymore.

But indeed a thick member is shoved into him once again and he thinks he is going insane. Too much. He cannot take it anymore. This is the third one.

Yan Wushi ravishes his numb body not caring about his needs in the slightest.

"Listen, uh... A-Qiao. Listen how your body sings... mhm... for me," he says. "You are begging for more. Uh, oh... Damn me... A-Q-Qiao..."

The loose hole stuffed with cum is squelching so loud not a single whore could ever repeat. Yan Wushi has never been so desperate to come into his partner, to claim them as his and his only, to have them all to himself before Shen Qiao. He has never been so obsessed with a body, a soul that was given to him. But this man, his darling, his good A-Qiao...

His one and only. Worth the world. His everything.

Something, probably the heart, in Yan Wushi's chest shrinks at the feeling overwhelming him, pushing him ruthlessly over the edge. He bites on Shen Qiao's shoulder and settles himself deep inside as cum dribbles out of his cock. There is only a sniffle heard from the other side. He sticks out just in time for the only Yan Wushi left to jerk himself to release too. He shoots into the gaping hole that is already leaking, refusing to hold such a load inside. Yet he plugs it with the head of his dick and milks it dry, till the very last drop of his spend is buried inside.

He then drops Shen Qiao on his cock as easy as cake and smiles in victory. The sweet squelch makes him want to fuck this body into his own overstimulation, but, unfortunately, this round of their little game is coming to an end.

Shen Qiao collapses. His pretty face does not meet the floor though — he is held securely in a pair of loving arms. He sobs and shivers, and no matter how many times Yan Wushi has seen this picture already, he is yet to grow bored of it.

"Ah," a quiet, gentle voice and familiar warmth surrounds Shen Qiao. His red eyes, aching from crying, close all by themselves; stomach swells and feels nauseous, throat burns. "A-Qiao, A-Qiao... We are still not done, do you remember? You haven't won yet. Care to test your luck once more?"

In the empty corridor, there is only one Yan Wushi and only one Shen Qiao, resting in his arms. When a face weakly nestles in the crook of his neck and he feels his beloved's final breath then followed by a quiet snore, Yan Wushi laughs to himself in a whisper and presses a gentle kiss to the soaked forehead.

Probably not today. A-Qiao is going to need some time.

But Yan Wushi has known this man for years. Having lost once, twice, thrice... he will strive to come back and win this time.

A sinister grin twists Yan Wushi's face.

A-Qiao may try. There are quite a few ways to accommodate the game for five players.