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“Change.”
Sang You had his eyes closed, content and relaxed on the floor of the little cabin by the pond, in the arms of his lover.
Still, even with his eyes closed, he knew Ming Ye would be frowning.
“Change…?” he heard the god ask, and Sang You felt a smile creep up his face. He burrowed his nose in the crook of the other’s neck, stretching and shaking the drowsiness away.
He was already getting excited, just thinking what he intended to do next.
“Change your form,” he explained patiently, opening his eyes and tilting his head to look directly into the god's. "I want to see your real self..."
Ming Ye was beginning to understand what Sang You expected of him. However, considering the lack of embarrassment, the younger yao suspected he hadn’t guessed yet why he wanted to see his lover in all his dragon glory.
A recently fucked Ming Ye was rather easy to persuade, Sang You had come to discover, which was the whole point of his carefully crafted plan. The dragon god would have never agreed to be intimate with his (in his opinion) frail mortal lover…
But Sang You had had his mind set on the idea of that scally and sinfully sinuous body for weeks now, to feel it sliding beneath his parted limbs, and now was finally the right time to pluck the ripe fruit of his efforts.
“Please…” he crooned, drawing his hands up and down the immortal’s sides, caressing him in long, pleasing strokes. “Please, let me see you… Let me enjoy you…”
With a sigh, Ming Ye nodded softly, pressing their foreheads together. His divine mark shone for an instant, and Sang You was quick enough to cup his face as it started morphing… from the soft and angular cheekbones he loved so, to the sharp but deceivingly soft scales of a long reptile muzzle.
Sang You felt the air about them change, too. Suddenly there was a sense of a much bigger mass occupying the space inside the little cabin, surrounding him with what he knew would be the long undulations of the dragon’s body.
Again, Sang You complimented himself at his own cleverness… there it was, the true reason he had chosen the floor as their location for lovemaking. More room for the god to expand!
He sat up, delighted at what he saw. All around him, he could only see an ocean of bright blue and teal scales, rising and falling slowly with every one of Ming Ye’s breaths. And him…
Ming Ye’s piercing eyes were still by his side, the head close to Sang You, observing closely as if trying to ensure the yao wouldn’t be scared out of his wits by his own foolish petition.
Is that what you wanted?, heard Sang You inside of his mind. Happy beyond description, the yao kissed the dragon’s forehead, rubbing gently the sides of his face.
“I wanted you,” he answered lovingly. “No more, no less.”
Then he kept kissing and rubbing, following that long and exciting body like a pilgrim slowly making his way across the land. He was delighted to test which parts were his most sensitive (the lower scales under his neck, where he could hear almost a rumble of pleasure when he kissed them), where he was most ticklish (the sides behind his legs) and how strong and healthy his natural armour was (which reassured him again, as he usually was concerned about his safety when he fought in the war).
Ming Ye let him play with his body with no qualms, sometimes letting out deep sighs and pants when Sang You was being extra attentive to the care he put in his kissing the general area where he presumed the dragon’s heart would be.
The way he also rubbed his groin against the snake-like body didn’t go unnoticed by the dragon, particularly not when Sang You was hard again after so much amorous activity, but he certainly didn’t seem to mind at all.
However, the divine beast let out a solid gasp when Sang You finally found the most vital part of him, two-thirds into his exploration, where he identified a set of scales shining brighter than the rest in what he soon was happy to assess was the natural slick that covered his retractile cock.
Sang You didn’t just kiss, he outright licked that area with glee, elated at the way the body tensed under him and the tail even trashed lightly, knocking out some pieces of furniture that the dragon had been careful not to touch until then. Sang You’s careful attentions soon managed to coax the hard member out of its pouch, so full, so thick and long, that no way the yao could put it in his mouth as he usually liked to do to his lover.
It didn’t stop him from trying, though. He held it with his hands as he lapped at the tip, getting at least a little bit in, before drawing his tongue lower and following the shaft up and down, adding his own drool to the natural slick that covered it.
It was with great joy that he heard Ming Ye’s voice in his mind, shaky with obvious pleasure.
S-stop… If you do that, I will… I will…
“You won’t,” said Sang You with adoration, holding the base of that cock with careful force, not enough to hurt but certainly too tight for it to release before time. “Not until you are deep inside of me, that is..."
Impossible, sighed Ming Ye, finally understanding the whole scope of Sang You’s naughty plan. I’m too big for you, in this form…
Sang You was nothing if not cheerful. “Nonsense! You’re roughly the size of my fist,” he said, conversationally. “I can’t unhinge my jaw to put my fist inside my mouth, sadly, but I can certainly fit it somewhere else…”
Ming Ye’s scales turned a slightly purplish tone, which showed how hard Ming Ye was blushing at the moment. Taking advantage of his momentarily weakness, Sang You wiggled his ass a bit and rubbed it again over the scally body.
He was still quite loose from their previous lovemaking, and his entrance was still slick from the way he had prepared himself before Ming Ye had even arrived, as well as from the seed the god had been kind enough to release inside of him.
Hence, when he repositioned himself to leave his nether parts closer to the dragon’s, the excitement and his own fingers seemed to work wonders to start fitting such legendary hardness inside of him.
“Yes… yes, my love… My dear, my life, my fallen star…” he drooled, feeling how Ming Ye was finally cooperating and pushing gently at the same time he tried to relax into the intrusion.
The tip already seemed much bigger now that he only felt it by the touch of his sensitive skin, but Sang You didn’t desist for such a trivial obstacle. He continued to let out a slow trail of loving words, hugging with legs and arms the long body and kissing every possible surface he could attain.
Feeling his entrance getting more and more wet, he knew immediately that Ming Ye’s body was also helping him slick up, preparing him for the inevitable union of both their souls as the tip of the cock finally breached through.
Once inside, the rest followed in short but firm thrusts.
Sang You could have screamed, if the air hadn’t been stolen from his lungs.
Glorious. Ming Ye felt glorious buried inside of him, a whole mass of blazing flesh piercing through his guts in the most mind-shattering way.
The clam yao couldn’t think anymore, he could hardly breath, shaken to his core by the immense pleasure of having his divine lover inside like that.
He vaguely realized that the beast wasn’t on his back anymore, but rather he had gently repositioned them both so that Sang You was lying back-up onto the lotus beneath them. The dragon was covering his back, grasping a shoulder and one of his ankles possessively, and bringing his head close to Sang You’s to whisper, even when it was still inside his mind, I will start moving now…
Sang You nodded fervently, also moving his own hips to push his lover forward. The draw of the heavy member inside was unbelievable, like nothing he had ever felt before. Not in girth, nor length, or even intensity. Ming Ye started pounding into him with increasing force, after making sure he wasn’t hurting his mate, and even so Sang You could feel that through their connection the god was sending a constant stream of spiritual energy.
Double cultivation… he thought, and the gentle nuzzle of the dragon against his nape confirmed his suspicions.
Perhaps another day, said Ming Ye with a hint of amusement, seeing how the little yao was currently so blissed out that he couldn’t possibly circulate his own qi back and forth between the two even if he wanted.
Yes, another day, Sang You’s mind was drifting in a cloud of blind pleasure but retained enough clarity to point out how much he would enjoy one day to perform some proper double cultivation with Ming Ye.
For the time being, however, he simply felt the thunders of pleasure spark lights in his dazed mind, coming all over the lotus bed without even realizing, and moaning in a high pitch stammer until he felt the dragon flood his insides.
A filled clam, full of dragon. He could have drifted into oblivion and return to his original form if he hadn’t known that, with the current size Ming Ye had, his shell would have shattered in a million pieces.
Ah, but you can change your shape… he thought, with the incoherence of those lost in ultimate pleasure. One day I will fit you, all of you, inside of me. You will be safe and hidden in my shell, away from anyone who would dare harm us…
Ming Ye heard those thoughts, stroking with infinite affection his lover as he slowly withdraw from inside of him. Then the tightened the rings of his body to hold the yao closer, accommodating them both in a comfortable position, since he didn’t dare move him now that he had succumbed to exhaustion.
The dragon let the clam yao sleep, thinking of his words. A shell… Nothing was more important for a clam than the power to protect himself and those he loved. Knowing that, Ming Ye snuggled his beloved one last time, and promised himself he would forever protect him with all his might.
Let me hold you forever like this, he thought, even though he knew the other wouldn’t hear him in his sleep, as he made sure to cover his whole body with his own.
Let me be your shell.