Extra - Honeymoon -

He strode energetically across the corridors and bridges of his residence. Zhen yan was in an exceptionally good mood. Since he had resealed the Daiyu and been rescued from Ying yue and the remains of Xiao lian's soul in Xiaodan, they had returned to the Wushan. His scarlet wedding robe billowed with each step. The gentle wind carried the scent of cedarwood and spring blossoms to him.

The entire estate was decorated, red curtains, lanterns, and flower bouquets hung everywhere, and today, for once, the gates of his residence were open to others. He stopped when someone in another wedding robe of red and gold approached him. Ying yue came to him. The young swordsman looked enchanting.

His pale skin stood out against the strong red, his dark hair, into which a golden hair crown with red ribbons was woven, flowed over his back. Zhen yan felt the strong beating of his heart as Ying yue, meanwhile, as a matter of course, came to him and took his hand. It was only a year ago that he fell through his roof. In contrast to the time the demon spent here alone, it was just a blink of an eye, but how much everything had changed, surprised him again and again.

Ying yue's look, which used to be so full of anger and pain. He had detested it so much that he hadn't even looked at it and now. Zhen yan raised his hand and gently stroked his cheek and lips. He leaned down and gave him a long, hot kiss.

»It seems we are still in the wrong place at the wrong time,« sighed a voice behind them. Zhen yan groaned inwardly when he recognized the voice. Yian and Wang Bing wen were standing behind them on the path. Yian had lost his right eye fighting Gao Teng fei. Although the Fox took great care over his appearance, he had not bothered to hide this blemish, which made his second dark, red eye look all the more mischievous. Wang Bing wen bowed respectfully before them.

»We thank you for the invitation, Daiyuzhu. Where should we put the wedding gifts?« he asked, pointing to the procession of palanquins standing at the edge of the forest and the doubting palanquin bearers, who would rather quickly make their escape. Wang Bing wen was dressed in white as always. He looked pale, and it seemed unlikely that he would ever fully recover from the poisoning at the banquet. His cultivation and inner spiritual strength had been irreparably damaged.

Even Yian, who was also a great demon, could not bring him back from the brink of death. Now Zhen yan also realized why he didn't waste unnecessary magic on restoring his eye. It must cost him vast amounts of spiritual power to maintain Wang Bing wen's life cycle. Ying yue greeted the two kindly and then left with Bing wen to take care of a place for the gifts. Zhen yan watched him go.

»Why get married again?« the fox asked curiously when the others were gone.

»We wanted to. After we almost died on the plain and the first marriage was more of a series of unfortunate events, we decided to make a statement about starting over,« Zhen Yan replied. The two walked slowly along the bridges and walkways.

»What about Wang Gongzi?« Zhen yan asked in return. Yian covered his face with his fan and looked around before answering.

»He will survive, but his inner strength is destroyed forever. If I hadn't been prevented at the time, I could have tied up the loose ends of his meridians again, but now...« he sighed. Zhen yan nodded. It was too late. The meridians in his body had already atrophied. They could not transmit spiritual energy, even if they were reconnected.

»Does he know? How did he take it?« Zhen yan asked. Yian cleared his throat and stopped walking. Zhen yan turned to him and raised an eyebrow questioningly. Yian had even refrained from wearing the bright red in his clothing to celebrate the occasion, instead donning a robe in soft shades of green and blue. He avoided eye contact with Zhen yan as he replied.

»He said that if he can no longer be a cultist, he can no longer take up his family legacy. But...«

»But?« Zhen yan followed up.

»But now nothing stands in the way of us seeing the world and... being together... forever,« Yian said, looking strangely subdued. Zhen yan laughed. Wang Bing wen was even more daring than he was when he decided to follow Ying yue.

»You two seem to be getting along extremely well,« a voice barked. The two looked up. Wei meng came up to them, looking surprisingly well-groomed. He had washed his hair, combed it and tied it neatly. His beard was shaved and emphasized his striking facial features. He wore a robe of white and dark blue and a Bai Jade Seal hung at his hip.

»I already heard, Bai He Gongzi wrote it in a letter to A'yue. You are now officially the advisor to the Bai Chief and will help rebuild the clan,« Zhen yan greeted him.

»If you ask me, Xueling will make a much greater contribution, but...« He leaned forward to the two demons and whispered conspiratorially.

»But I don't believe the knowledge of the two yet.«

»You have to... now let me help you... that's wrong!«

»Stop telling me how to dress. The knot doesn't belong there. You have to tie the bow like that. I'll cut out your tongue if you keep nagging me,« two arguing voices approached. Wei meng signaled to the two men before quickly disappearing himself.

Yian and Zhen yan exchanged a glance before Bai Lingxi and Xueling entered their field of vision. Xueling stopped immediately and bowed politely to the two. Lingxi gave the two demons a skeptical look. Xueling rammed her elbow into his ribs.

»You are guests at your brother's wedding today. Behave yourselves,« she reprimanded him severely. Lingxi grimaced in pain before also bowing awkwardly and stiffly.

»Where is my brother?« he asked. Zhen yan pointed to one of the smaller pavilions.

»He is taking care of the gifts and welcoming the guests,« Zhen yan answered. When Xueling heard that, she grabbed Lingxi by the scruff of the neck and pulled him along. The petite, thin girl with the round face had also dressed up. Her long, dark hair shone. A red embroidered hair band held the high braid together and the seal of the Bai Clan dangled from her hip between the white and dark blue fabric.

»A small wedding, then,« Yian remarked, folding his fan.

»Small?« Zhen yan echoed, as he remained behind and let his gaze wander over the rather lively place. A year ago, he wouldn't have dreamed of even opening the gates to his residence, and now? Now he was holding a wedding with just a few close friends and family. A smile involuntarily crept across his face.

In fifty thousand years, he had never been as happy as he had been during the last year. Evening had already fallen when the guests gathered in the large pavilion in the middle of the residence. Open in all four directions, so that one could see the Wushan and all the flowers in full bloom. Zhen yan and Ying yue stood before the painting that represented heaven and earth.

They were both holding the end of a huge red bow and bowed first before the gods, then before their ancestors and finally before themselves. Zhen yan leaned over to Ying yue's ear.

»Shall we proceed to the wedding night, then?«

Zhen yan listened to Ying yue's lustful moans, sometimes higher-pitched, sometimes deep and throaty, and watched the play of muscles in his back, the contractions visible under the white skin.

Zhen yan pushed slowly but powerfully and penetrated deep into Ying yue's soft interior.

The muscular man trembled, his narrow waist supported by the demon's long slender fingers. He had his eyes closed, his lips slightly open, and beads of sweat ran down his face. »Zhen yan!« When the demon heard Ying yue moan his name, he increased the tempo and intensity. He concentrated on Ying yue's body, his reactions and movements, driving him ever closer to the climax.

Again Zhen yan lovingly marveled at the play of muscles and the power that lay hidden under this snow-white skin. And yet this powerful body let him love it, melting under his hands and appearing fragile in a way. Ying yue's moans grew louder; whenever he was close to climax, his voice broke and his breathing turned into a gasp.

Zhen yan let him come with a few passionate thrusts. Ying yue's seed spilled over his lower belly while Zhen yan filled him up inside. Their wedding clothes were scattered all over the floor, and the red lamps still bathed everything in a sensual, dark light.

»Zhen yan,« Ying yue's voice was hoarse. The demon pressed him against the bed and let his fingers wander over his body, spreading his love juice over his belly and chest while Ying yue covered his neck and back with kisses.

»Zhen yan,« he repeated roughly. »Mhm!« the demon made, showing that he was listening. Ying yue's muscle contractions pushed him further and further out of him. Ying yue ran his tongue over his lips. Zhen yan waited tensely. His fingers stroked Ying yue's nipples and he couldn't suppress another moan. With bright red ears, he mumbled:

»Zhen yan... more... a little further« and finally with his last ounce of strength: »Harder!« Surprised, the demon paused briefly, as if he had misheard, and asked again: »What?« Ying yue had buried his head in his arms, his shoulders were shaking, but he repeated more composedly: »Zhen yan, I want you to push me harder, to go deeper. I want...« He stopped and cleared his throat.

»More!« After Ying yue had admonished him so often not to be so brash and reckless, he asked him for what, right now? Zhen yan was so surprised that he almost hadn't noticed how the idea of letting him beg for mercy without restraint had made him almost unbearably hard. Zhen yan turned the man, whose face had turned pink, around to face him. He had actually wanted to ask him if this was really what he wanted.

He had wanted to warn him, but Ying yue pushed against him, bending and circling his hips as if there was something inside him that only Zhao Yan could reach and satisfy. His face was only millimeters away from his, his sweat dripped on Zhen yan's face and Ying yue's breath brushed against him.

Zhen yan looked at the slightly opened, swollen lips. With the tip of his tongue, he traced their contours before giving him a long, intense kiss. He lifted Yingyue up and knelt on the floor with his legs spread wide. Yingyue had no choice. As his legs spread even further, his body shook, he lost control of his voice, and he bent his head back, leaning on Zhenyan's arms. Zhen yan gripped Ying yue's buttocks tightly.

First gently, then harder, he lifted and lowered the body of the trembling man and penetrated deeper than ever before. Ying yue moaned. »Zhen yan, yes,« the demon's senses blurred as he became more and more reckless, all that reached him anymore was Ying yue's voice. His sighs and moans spiraled higher, then lower.

He gave himself completely to Zhen yan. A low growl escaped the demon's throat, an animal sound that shook the room as passion consumed him completely. He thrust harder and deeper, Ying yue howling, but Zhen yan had long since lost control. He threw him on the ground and turned him around.

With his legs, he blocked the way, so that Ying yue didn't lie flat, but his backside pointed to the sky. Zhen yan pulled his hip up even further, roughly. He held the swordsman's neck with one hand, on which claws had dangerously curved. With the other hand, he lifted his hip and pressed against him so hard that not even a sheet of paper would have fit between them. His claws dug deep into Ying yue's hip, which trembled under him, while Zhen yan ruthlessly plunged.

All the tension and all the caution broke out of him, everything he still felt was Ying yue's soft insides, which absorbed him, caressed him and would not let go. Zhen yan's senses cleared only when he had come in him for the third time. Ying yue's body trembled, he had no more strength and when Zhen yan let go of him, he collapsed powerlessly.

Zhen yan's seed was all over him and ran down his legs, but he had neither the strength to think about it nor to wipe it off. His otherwise snow-white skin was red and covered with welts, and blood was running down his hip in thin rivulets. Zhen yan leaned over him, stunned, staring at his deed. He wanted to apologize, but didn't dare to raise his voice or touch him. That must have hurt, much more than the first time in the forest.

Powerlessly, Ying yue turned on his back, he pulled at Zhen yan's tousled hair and was no stronger than the flap of a butterfly's wings. The demon followed him and lay down on his chest. He shifted most of his weight to one side and listened to Ying yue's rhythmic heartbeat. After a while, he said softly, »I guess you won't be able to walk for more than three days now!« Ying yue laughed softly and his chest trembled.

»We're married and at home, who cares if I can walk or not?« he replied. Zhen yan pulled him close and listened to Ying yue's breathing.

»Yes,« he said, »we're home!«