Chapter 63 - Honeymoon Version Only

Can be skipped, if it's not what you wanted.

This chapter focuses solely on the honeymoon and does not include any plot progression. If you're more interested in the continuation of the main storyline, feel free to skip ahead to the next part, where the narrative resumes from the moment Yichen and Zhu Yan vanished from everyone's sight.

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"Yichen... Whatever you desire from me, it's yours for the taking. Let's not hold back, not tonight..." Zhu Yan whispered, his voice a warm invitation as Yichen tugged at his belt, a hint of impatience dancing in the air for the second time that night.

"I know..." Yichen murmured, his voice soft yet laden with significance, for that night held a special magic woven from more than one thread. He would move mountains before letting such a rare opportunity slip away. With a playful smirk, he leaned in and kissed his spirited white monkey, stealing away his senses in a whirlwind of devoted love and passion.

As Zhu Yan's hands delved deeper into the kiss, they began to intimately explore every curve of Yichen's body, tracing not just the soft, luxurious fabric that still clung to his youthful husband, but also the defined muscles that spread beneath his skin. The warmth emanating from Yichen was palpable, enveloping Zhu Yan and banishing the cool air from the room, for in their bed, passion burned brighter than any flame, leaving no room for ice to chill their ardor.

With each successive kiss, their passion grew, until Zhu Yan finally flipped them over, positioning himself over Yichen so he could drink in the sight of his beloved in all his glory. And what a vision Yichen was—ethereal to a point that seemed almost divine when his eyes blazed with emotion, transforming him into a living god.

The pale skin that Zhu Yan adored took on a gorgeous, flushed hue, set aflame by the passion that burned within, and it was this sight, this glimpse of Yichen's unguarded, heartfelt emotion, that never failed to melt Zhu Yan's heart. For in those moments, his Baobei was at his most authentic, his most vulnerable, and his most breathtakingly beautiful.

As Zhu Yan's warm breath danced across his ear, Yichen's eyes fluttered closed, his moans barely audible, a perfect echo of the gentle, deliberate caresses that set his skin ablaze. 

"I love you so much, my fūjūn..." Zhu Yan whispered, his voice wrapping itself around Yichen's heart, squeezing tight as his fingers began to explore his skin.

"I love you too, Zhu Yan... Oh my Ā Yan..." Yichen moaned, letting his eyelids drift shut, his senses heightened as Zhu Yan's hands embarked on a sensual adventure, peeling away the layers of his clothing with the precision of a lover who knew exactly how to awaken every inch of his body. 

The soft clink of his golden belt hitting the polished ice floor was like music to his ears. A precursor to the slow, torturous unveiling of his skin, inch by inch, as Zhu Yan's fingers teased apart the folds of his robes.

Each delicate touch was a love promise, a sensual blessing that turned Yichen's very being into a smoldering flame. Like a fire that Zhu Yan expertly fanned with just his fingers, tracing paths of pure pleasure across his skin. 

Zhu Yan liked to worship every curve, every contour, with a reverence that left Yichen trembling, his sanity hanging by a thread. And yet, he craved more, his desire for Zhu Yan growing with every passing moment, a hunger that threatened to consume him whole, leaving him gasping for air, desperate, and utterly, completely his. 

This was the moment they became truly connected—not through claims, but by opening their hearts to each other so completely that nothing was hidden. There were no secrets, no uncertainties, no hesitations—only mutual devotion and wholehearted surrender.

As Zhu Yan's tongue began to dance down Yichen's chest, he was already hard with anticipation, but the gentle touch sent him arching into tremors, his entire being ablaze with desire. Yichen's moans spilled out in a messy, uncontained torrent while his fingers clenched the thick bedsheet with a desperation that bordered on frantic. 

The memory of their last encounter, submerged in the warming water pool, still lingered, but this time, the jarring contrast between the cold beneath the mattress and the scorching heat of their entwined bodies was heightening his sensitivity, rendering him utterly lost and vulnerable. Which makes him even more open to everything that Zhu Yan makes him experience.

As Zhu Yan decided to make his passion reach a boiling point, he slipped his hand beneath the gentle fabric of his pants, capturing the object of his longing in a tender yet unyielding grasp.

Yichen's voice trembled as he whispered, "Zhu Yan..." his husband's name escaping his lips like a desperate cry for mercy, prompting a sly smile to spread across Zhu Yan's face as he witnessed his lover's helpless abandon for the second time.

With a husky whisper, Zhu Yan urged, "Be patient, my Baobei, I want to savor every moment of this..." as he began to stroke him with a deliberate slowness, his lips captured Yichen's in a seductive kiss that left them both breathless.

"Baobei, you're so hard..." Zhu Yan's teasing words sent shivers down Yichen's spine, and he couldn't help but tremble under the intense stimulation that was driving him wild.

"Don't talk nonsense... Zhu Yan, if you want to enjoy this more, don't overdo it..." Yichen pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper, as Zhu Yan's eyes sparkled with mischief, knowing that his young husband was still learning to control the depths of his own desire. His innocence was adorable.

"Alright, whatever my husband wants..." With a gentle touch, Zhu Yan began to undress Yichen, carefully stripping away the layers of clothing that separated them, and as he did, he tossed their garments aside, letting them fall to the icy floor beside Yichen's discarded belt.

As they both knelt over the bed, their naked bodies glistened with sweat, their chests heaving with ragged breaths. Yichen seized the moment to center his attention on Zhu Yan, his lips tracing a sensual path across his skin, savoring the warmth that radiated from him.

With tender fervor, he kissed every inch of Zhu Yan's body, his tongue dancing across his nipple, coaxing a moan from his lover's lips as his body succumbed to the intoxicating pleasure.

Zhu Yan's eyes fluttered closed after turning crimson red, his hair transforming into full, white, silky threads, as he surrendered to the excitement, his very being consumed by the delight that Yichen so skillfully wrought. He knew from their first time that he should never underestimate him.

As Yichen gazed at Zhu Yan, he witnessed the man's remarkable self-control start to slip, with his hair shifting into a luminous, moonlit white, and his eyes blazing with a fiery, crimson radiance that seemed to pierce right through to his very soul, before he decided to close them.

Yichen's heart swelled with an unbridled sense of pride, knowing that he had managed to break through the godly magic of Ying Long. The gift he implanted on them, meant to suppress their primal instincts to claim and bond on a deeper, more intimate level than just bows. Yet, he had still managed to unravel a thread of the enchantment, to gently coax out the suppressed need that lay dormant beneath Zhu Yan's surface.

And he was only scratching the surface of what he could truly unravel in his husband, and with that knowledge, he flashes a sly smile as he gazes up at his handsome husband. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he dived lower, his mouth enveloping Zhu Yan's hardness, holding it captive.

"Yichen... oh, Yichen..." Zhu Yan's voice trembled, his words dissolving into a breathy gasp as his senses were consumed by a raging inferno of pleasure. It was clear that his young lover had mastered the art of pleasing him, and he wasn't holding back, not even for a moment.

As the intensity of the moment becomes almost too much to bear, Zhu Yan tumbles backwards over the enormous bed, his breathing growing more ragged with each passing second, silently begging Yichen to take even more of him, to unravel him completely.

"Come, Baobei... take what is rightfully yours..." Zhu Yan whispered, his voice husky with need and anticipation. As Yichen descends upon him, their lips meet in another passionate kiss, while Zhu Yan's hands slip down to arouse him even further.

"I love you, Zhu Yan..." Yichen murmurs, his words a gentle caress against Zhu Yan's skin, making sure he hears the declaration loud and clear before taking the next step.

His unfamiliarity with intimacy was the result of a life dedicated to rigorous training and the relentless pursuit of demons, with no time for self-discovery or exploration of his own body. Not even out of youthful curiosity. Yet, despite his lack of real experience, he wasn't innocent enough to be oblivious to the intricacies of married life, though the difference between knowing and experiencing was an entirely different matter.

"Don't be nervous, Baobei... nothing you do to me will ever be wrong. Besides..." Zhu Yan gently tugged Yichen closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. "Once you've had your way with me, it'll be my turn next..." His quiet words brushed against Yichen's ear, sending heat rushing in waves all over his body.

"You... why do you always have to make me...?" Yichen mumbled, his voice laced with embarrassment, causing Zhu Yan to flash a teasing grin.

"Worry not, fūjūn... you will enjoy it, as much as I will enjoy you. Now, allow me to give you a little head start, to ease any doubts lingering in your mind—now that my father's magic has tamed your dragon side." With that, Zhu Yan shifted their positions, smoothly settling himself over Yichen's bare lap.

Yichen was already on the edge, but the sight of Zhu Yan in all his splendor—his long, soft white hair the only thing cloaking him—sent a jolt through him. Those crimson eyes gazing down at him with such indecency only heightened his excitement.

As Yichen gazed at him in awe, Zhu Yan's stunning beauty and allure left him breathless, but what caught him completely off guard was the way Zhu Yan slowly began to lift his body, positioning himself just above Yichen's throbbing hardness. And then, with a whispered incantation that Yichen couldn't hear, Zhu Yan sank down, enveloping Yichen's entire length.

The sheer ecstasy that exploded through him was almost too much to bear, prompting Yichen to let out a primal scream of Zhu Yan's name, not out of pain, but of unadulterated, soul-shattering pleasure, a sensation so potent and all-consuming that he had never experienced anything like it before. Not by a mile.

For a brief moment, Yichen felt as though he was losing his grip on himself. He could sense the icy patterns of his tattoos stirring to life against his bare skin, while strands of his black hair began glowing with an electric blue hue. But as he shut his eyes in an attempt to regain his composure, a surge of Ying Long's magic swept through him, restoring him to his normal human form.

"Brace yourself, Baobei... this is just the beginning." Zhu Yan's lips brush against Yichen's, his voice a gentle warning as he eases into a kiss, giving Yichen a moment to catch his breath and let his heart rate slow down a bit, to grow accustomed to the thrill of being ridden.

As Yichen's muscles relax beneath him, Zhu Yan surges back up, his gaze burning intensely into his husband's, and starts to move in a slow, sensual rhythm, his hips swaying up and down over Yichen's throbbing hardness.

The electrifying friction of skin on skin was almost too much for Yichen to handle, and the added sensation of Zhu Yan's own rigid arousal brushing against his belly was utterly intoxicating, leaving him breathless and on the brink of being completely overwhelmed. 

As Yichen surrendered to the moment, he was intensely aware that Zhu Yan had woven a spell around them, amplifying the pleasure to dizzying heights, no matter how they chose to entwine. And it was this very spell that made Yichen's defenses crumble, leaving him utterly helpless against Zhu Yan's bold, unapologetic style of taking the initiative and teaching him the art of lovemaking. He was completely at his mercy until he learned to seduce his monkey-dragon well enough to take the initiative himself.

With each passing moment, Zhu Yan feels Yichen's hunger for more, and he gives in to that craving, speeding up his rhythm, his thrusts becoming more frenzied and intense. Which coaxed uncontrollable moans of raw passion from Yichen's lips as he propelled them both toward a mind-shattering release, ultimately succumbing to the bliss and both of them exploding in unison. Yichen came buried deep within him, and Zhu Yan's essence splattered all over Yichen's abdomen.

As Zhu Yan collapsed onto Yichen, exhausted and utterly satisfied, he rested for a few minutes, feeling the intoxicating mix of their sweat and the sticky remnants of their passion.

"Baobei, are you doing alright?" Zhu Yan murmured, his voice low and husky, without stirring from his spot, and Yichen enveloped him in a tender embrace, holding him close.

"I'm more than alright, that was amazing. But I'm sorry, I should've taken the lead, but I was too overwhelmed," Yichen confessed, and Zhu Yan turned to face him, a gentle smile spreading across his face.

"No need to be sorry, Baobei. Your first time deserved guidance, so I took the liberty. This way you can enjoy the experience and learn for future occasions." Zhu Yan whispered, his breath dancing across Yichen's skin, "So next time, you will be fully in charge, and I get to indulge in whatever you want to experience next." As he spoke, Yichen's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, the afterglow of their intimacy still radiating from his skin.

"But you did say it was your turn next, and I'm completely on board with that—I want our relationship to be this beautiful, ever-changing dance, not some stagnant, predictable routine." As he spoke, his words painted a vivid picture of the future, where embracing every possibility was the key to a lifetime of love and adventure together.

"And I'm very glad to hear that, Baobei. However, one of the benefits of marrying a young husband with dragon blood in his veins, is that he has incredible stamina," Zhu Yan teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief, "and you're already getting hard again, aren't you?" Even as Yichen's face burned with embarrassment, he couldn't deny the truth in Zhu Yan's words.

Yet, after they bathe in the lake, while expiriencing another wave of wet exploration, Yichen decided to return the favor, straddling Zhu Yan instead, with a newfound confidence. They'd just begun their married life, and if they made it through the trials ahead, they'd have endless nights to explore every posibility, and to savor every moment. There was no need to rush and cram it all into just one night.

AN: Well, I hope you guys like the wedding night. Since Yichen is virgin, I thouhgt that it make sense that Zhu Yan will teach him a bit about how things are done, his own way. They have a lifetime ahead of them to learn more stuff, after all. If you reach this far, then go ahead and read the next of this double update.