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The mountain path was nearly gone.
What had once been stone steps were now little more than broken slabs buried under weeds and moss. Few people clearly came this far anymore.
Xie Lian climbed the path slowly, his bamboo hat shading his face from the late afternoon sun.
His robes were worn thin. His boots had holes in them again. The wind up here was cold, but he hardly noticed.
Eventually the path ended in front of a crumbling shrine.
Xie Lian stopped.
“…huh.”
The structure leaned slightly to one side, roof tiles missing, wooden beams darkened by years of rain. The incense burner outside was filled with nothing but dirt and fallen leaves.
No one had worshipped here for a long time.
Still, the plaque above the doorway remained barely legible.
A shrine to the heavenly emperor Jun Wu.
Xie Lian stared at it quietly.
Then he pushed the door open.
The inside smelled like dust.
Sunlight filtered through the broken roof, illuminating drifting particles in the air. The altar was cracked, and the offering table had collapsed completely.
But the statue remained.
Jun Wu’s stone likeness stood tall behind the altar, serene and perfect despite the years of neglect. The sculptor had carved him with calm authority—robes flowing, expression distant, one hand raised as if in blessing.
Xie Lian walked closer.
“…It’s still intact.”
That alone felt surprising.
He had seen countless shrines destroyed since the fall of Xianle. Many had been looted or smashed apart.
But this one had simply… been forgotten.
Xie Lian knelt in front of the altar.
Out of habit more than anything.
He brushed away the dust where incense sticks might once have been placed and clasped his hands.
“Well” he said softly.
His voice echoed faintly in the empty shrine.
“This Xianle is still alive.”
The words came out almost lightly, but the faint humour in them carried a tired edge.
“It’s been a while since I checked in.”
The statue did not respond, of course.
Xie Lian tilted his head back slightly to look up at it.
“You’re probably busy.”
He rested his chin on his hand thoughtfully.
“Things have been… interesting lately.”
He glanced around the broken shrine.
“I’m traveling at the moment. No particular destination. Mostly just collecting scraps and helping people where I can.”
A small smile tugged at his lips.
“I suppose that part hasn’t changed.”
The wind slipped through the broken roof beams above.
For a long moment he just sat there.
Then his gaze drifted back to the statue.
The craftsmanship really was remarkable.
Jun Wu had always been depicted as dignified, powerful—almost impossibly composed. The sculptor here had captured that perfectly.
The lines of the robes.
The posture.
The calm expression.
Xie Lian’s eyes lingered longer than he intended.
“…They made you very handsome here.”
He chuckled quietly at himself.
“That’s probably inappropriate to say during prayer.”
But there was no one here to hear it.
The shrine was silent.
Empty.
Forgotten.
Xie Lian shifted slightly on his knees, still looking up at the statue.
“You know” he continued conversationally, “I’ve visited a lot of temples over the years.”
His tone grew more thoughtful.
“Most of them are ruined.”
Another pause.
“But yours is still standing.”
He reached out and brushed some dust from the base of the statue.
“I suppose that says something.”
Outside, the wind picked up slightly.
Inside the shrine, the air felt oddly still.
Almost… attentive.
Xie Lian leaned back on his hands, gazing up at the carved face above him.
“…Anyway” he said softly, “this Xianle is well.”
His voice lowered just slightly.
“I just…thought I should let you know where I am.”
The silence stretched and Xie Lian's mind drifted back to his time in Heaven, to the days when he had walked those golden halls as a Crown Prince.
He remembered Jun Wu then - regal, stern, untouchable.
A god among gods. In those days, even the slightest glance from Jun Wu could make Xie Lian's heart race. He had admired the Martial God from afar, awed by his strength and power.
It was a time when Xie Lian would have given anything to catch Jun Wu's eye, to earn even a scrap of his attention.
Xie Lian's cheeks flushed as he recalled a particular night, so long ago now.
It had been a private dinner, just the two of them. Jun Wu had invited him, a great honour for a young Crown Prince. They had dined on delicacies and sipped fine wine, the conversation flowing easily between them.
As the night wore on and the wine flowed freely, Xie Lian found himself drawn to Jun Wu like a moth to a flame. Emboldened by the alcohol, he had boldly taken a seat in the older god's lap, feeling the firmness of Jun Wu's thighs beneath him.
Jun Wu had merely raised an eyebrow, continuing their conversation as if nothing unusual were happening.
But even as Jun Wu spoke of heavenly matters in that deep, resonant voice, Xie Lian could feel the subtle shift in the air between them. The heat of Jun Wu's body seeped through the fabric of his robes, warming Xie Lian's skin.
Unable to resist, he began to move, rubbing himself against Jun Wu's muscular thigh in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
Jun Wu's breath hitched almost imperceptibly, the only sign that he noticed or cared about Xie Lian's brazen actions. One large hand came to rest on Xie Lian's hip, not pushing him away, but holding him steady as he continued his act.
Xie Lian gasped softly, his head falling back against Jun Wu's shoulder as pleasure began to rise.
Jun Wu's voice dropped an octave, growing rougher and more intense as he leaned in close to Xie Lian's ear.
“Such a needy little thing, aren't you? So desperate for my touch.”
His hand on Xie Lian's hip tightened possessively. Those words, spoken in that deep, commanding tone, sent a jolt of pure lust straight to Xie Lian's core.
He whimpered needily, grinding down harder against Jun Wu's thigh as he chased his rapidly building pleasure.
“Truly, if I had known Xianle was such a slut…” Jun Wu caressed him, teasing his ear “I would've invited you to dinner a lot sooner”
Xie Lian cried out sharply, his hips jerking erratically as Jun Wu's filthy praise pushed him over the edge. He came hard, spilling himself messily across Jun Wu's thigh and the fine silk of his robes.
Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over him, leaving him trembling and gasping in the aftermath. Throughout it all, Jun Wu held him steady, one arm wrapped securely around his waist.
When Xie Lian finally went limp against him, spent and oversensitive, Jun Wu pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to his temple.
“There now” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “Did you enjoy yourself hm?”
As the memory faded, Xie Lian became aware of a growing tightness in his lower body. He shifted slightly, realising with a start that he was fully erect, his cock straining against the confines of his robes.
A deep flush crept up his neck as he gazed at the serene statue before him, suddenly seeing Jun Wu's carved features in a new, heated light. Xie Lian bit his lip hard, trying to will away the sudden surge of desire.
What was he thinking, getting aroused in a abandoned shrine like this? It was utterly inappropriate.
And yet, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the statue's strong, handsome face. Memories of that long-ago encounter flashed through his mind unbidden - Jun Wu's deep voice, his strong hands, the way he had called Xie Lian a slut...
…
…
…
Damn it all, Xie Lian muttered under his breath, his resolve crumbling in the face of his overwhelming arousal.
In a moment of weakness, he surged forward and pressed himself against the base of the statue, wrapping his arms around its sturdy stone legs. He ground his hips forward, rubbing his achingly hard cock against the cool marble.
It was wrong, so very wrong, but the taboo nature of it only heightened his desire. Xie Lian panted harshly, lost in a haze of lust as he rutted against the immovable statue like a man possessed.
Jun Wu... he groaned, tilting his head back to stare up at the serene face above him. Why do you affect me so? Even now, even like this...His movements grew more frantic, chasing the friction he desperately needed.
Lost in his fantasies, Xie Lian whined needily as he continued to grind against the statue.
He imagined it was Jun Wu behind him, those strong hands gripping his hips bruisingly tight as he was taken hard and fast from behind. His hips jerked erratically, seeking more stimulation as he picture Jun Wu's thick cock splitting him open, stretching him wide.
The marble provided delicious friction against his clothed erection, making him shudder and moan shamelessly.
Suddenly, Xie Lian felt a warm hand slip down to grope his ass, a single calloused finger brushing teasingly over his twitching hole.
He gasped in shock, his entire body tensing at the unexpected touch. That couldn't be real, it had to be his imagination running wild with lust...But then he heard it - a deep, familiar voice rumbling right beside his ear.
“My, my. Such a naughty boy, defiling my shrine like this”.
Jun Wu. It was really him. The god had appeared, catching Xie Lian in the most compromising position imaginable. Xie Lian's face burned with humiliation even as his cock throbbed eagerly at Jun Wu's presence.
Xie Lian let out a high, keening moan as Jun Wu's finger circled his sensitive rim, teasing and probing without breaching him. His hips bucked involuntarily, torn between the urge to push back onto that tantalisng digit and the instinct to pull away in mortification.
I-I'm…Your Majesty-! he stammered out, his voice hitching on another moan as Jun Wu's finger pressed more insistently against his entrance.
“I don't know what came over me, I never meant to disrespect your shrine, please forgive me!”
Even as the words tumbled from his lips, Xie Lian found himself arching his back, presenting himself more fully to Jun Wu's wandering hand. The shame of being caught like this warred deliciously with the overwhelming pleasure of the god's touch.
SMACK!
Jun Wu's palm connected with Xie Lian's ass, the sharp sting making him yelp and clench around the finger that had briefly breached him.
“Liar” Jun Wu growled, his voice dripping with dark amusement.
“If you didn't mean to disrespect me, then why are you presenting yourself like a bitch in heat?” He punctuated his words by sinking his finger in to the first knuckle again, only to withdraw it cruelly, tracing maddening circles around Xie Lian's fluttering hole.
“Tsk tsk. My dear Xianle, reduced to rutting against a statue like a common whore. How the mighty have fallen.” Jun Wu's other hand slid around to grip Xie Lian's throat, not squeezing, but asserting his dominance.
Xie Lian could barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words, as Jun Wu continued his relentless teasing. Each brush of that wicked finger against his aching hole sent sparks of pleasure racing up his spine, making him writhe and buck shamelessly.
All pretence of dignity had fled, leaving only a desperate, needy creature consumed by lust.
“I-I'm s-sorry...” he mumbled brokenly, the apology sounding weak even to his own ears.
How could he explain that he'd been driven to this point by sheer, overwhelming desire? That every fibre of his being craved Jun Wu's touch, his possession? Xie Lian's cock throbbed almost painfully, leaking copiously and staining his robes.
Jun Wu's grip on Xie Lian's throat tightened slightly as he pressed the prominent bulge of his own cloth-covered erection firmly against the curve of Xie Lian's ass.
The heat of it seared him even through the layers of fabric, making Xie Lian whimper and squirm.
“You're absolutely drenched” Jun Wu observed, his voice a low, wicked purr. “Your robes are positively soaked. Tell me, Xianle, how long have you been like this? How many times have you come here, humping my statue like a dog, dreaming of me fucking you senseless?”
His hips rolled subtly, grinding his hardness against Xie Lian's ass in a mockery of what they both wanted.
When Xie lian didn’t answer, Jun Wu's voice took on a softer, almost paternal tone, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the dark promise in his eyes.
“There there, my naughty boy. Don't be shy now. If you want it so badly, then take it.”He said pressing his clothed erection more insistently against Xie Lian's ass At the same time, he sank two fingers knuckle-deep into Xie Lian's slick hole, pumping them slowly.
“Grind against the statue for me, Xianle. Show me how much you need it. Let me see that pretty ass bounce as you chase your pleasure”
Xie Lian moaned wantonly, the dual sensations of Jun Wu's fingers pumping into him and the god's hard length grinding against his ass sending him spiralling higher.
Desperate to obey, he redoubled his efforts, rutting against the statue with renewed vigour. The obscene slap of flesh on statue filled the small space as Xie Lian put on a lewd display, his hips rolling and gyrating shamelessly.
His back arched, pushing his ass more firmly against Jun Wu's groin as he chased the delicious friction.
“Yes, just like that” Jun Wu purred approvingly, his fingers curling inside Xie Lian to stroke that special spot within him. “Such a good boy, so eager to please. I bet you wish this was my cock stretching you open right now, don't you?”
Xie Lian whimpered in desperate agreement, nodding frantically as Jun Wu's fingers worked magic inside him.
The god's other hand slid from his throat to wrap around his front, calloused fingers finding Xie Lian's weeping cock and giving it a firm squeeze. “That's it, sing for me” Jun Wu commanded, his grip tightening around Xie Lian's neck once more.
“Let me hear those pretty noises as you debase yourself for me.” He set a brutal pace, fucking into Xie Lian with his fingers, pushing Xie Lian rapidly towards the edge.
Then soon with a choked cry of Jun Wu's name, Xie Lian came undone, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. His cock pulsed in Jun Wu's grip as he spilled himself messily across the statue's base, painting the marble with streaks of pearly white.
His ass clenched rhythmically around Jun Wu's pistoning fingers. As the intense waves of pleasure receded, Xie Lian's legs gave out, unable to support his weight any longer. He collapsed to his knees, panting harshly, a boneless heap of sated bliss.
Jun Wu's fingers slipped free of his tender hole with a wet sound, leaving him gaping and twitching.
“That's my good boy” Jun Wu praised, his voice a low, satisfied rumble.
Jun Wu drank in the sight of Xie Lian sprawled before him, the younger god's chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.
His robes were in disarray, gaping open to reveal flushed skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. The musky scent of sex hung heavy in the air between them. With a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, Jun Wu reached down to grab a fistful of Xie Lian's hair, using it to haul him into a kneeling position.
“On your hands and knees” he commanded, his voice brooking no argument. “Ass up, head down. Present yourself like the bitch in heat you are.”
Once Xie Lian had complied, Jun Wu circled him slowly, admiring the delectable view of his round ass presented so invitingly. “Bark for me”
Exhausted and thoroughly debased, Xie Lian could only whimper weakly as Jun Wu circled him like a predator stalking its prey.
When the command came to bark, he obediently opened his mouth and let out a pathetic, thready yelp.
It was barely audible, but it seemed to please Jun Wu nonetheless. The god rewarded him by running a possessive hand over the curve of his ass, squeezing the pliant flesh almost roughly.
“Good boy” Jun Wu purred, his voice dripping snidely. “Now let's get these pesky clothes out of the way, shall we?”
With swift, efficient motions, he divested Xie Lian of his remaining garments until the god was bare and exposed, his skin still flushed and damp with exertion.
Jun Wu as well discarded clothes and stepped back, giving Xie Lian a moment to marvel at the impressive sight of his naked form.
The god's body was a work of art, all lean muscle and smooth skin, marred only by a few old battle scars that somehow made him look even more formidable. But it was the sight of Jun Wu's cock that truly drew Xie Lian's gaze. Thick and long, it jutted proudly from a nest of dark curls, already fully erect and leaking at the tip.
The shaft was flushed a deep, angry red, pulsing with need. Xie Lian swallowed hard, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting it, of feeling it stretch him open and fill him completely. Jun Wu noticed the direction of Xie Lian's stare and smirked, fisting his hand around his impressive length and giving it a slow pump.
Jun Wu loomed over Xie Lian's prone form, his hand lazily stroking his impressive erection. He leaned down, bringing his lips close to Xie Lian as he spoke in a low, dangerous purr.
“The question is, my dear Xianle, how shall I take you? Shall I use the copious amount of cum you've so generously left on my statue as lubrication? Or perhaps...” His teeth grazed the shell of Xie Lian's ear. “...I should mark you properly first. Draw a little blood”
Jun Wu's other hand slid down Xie Lian's back, blunt nails dragging lightly over his skin and raising goosebumps in their wake. "Or if you prefer something simpler, I suppose my spit would suffice.”
Xie Lian trembled under Jun Wu's touch, his gaze transfixed by the magnificent sight of the god's throbbing cock mere inches from his face.
He knew he should answer, should make a choice, but his tongue felt glued to the roof of his mouth, rendered speechless by lust and trepidation. Jun Wu chuckled at Xie Lian's obvious distraction, giving his shaft a particularly slow, deliberate stroke.
A bead of precum formed at the tip, glistening in the dim light of the shrine. “Choose, Xianle” he commanded, his voice a low, insistent growl.
“How do you want me to fuck you?” His hand tangled in Xie Lian's hair, tugging his head back sharply to force eye contact.
“Raw” Xie Lian managed to choke out, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel every thick inch of you splitting me open, please…”
A grin spread across Jun Wu's face at Xie Lian's wanton plea. “As you wish” he purred, his voice a sinful promise. Keeping a firm grip on Xie Lian's hips, Jun Wu positioned himself at Xie Lian's entrance, the broad head of his cock kissing the puckered skin.
Then, with agonising slowness, he began to push forward, letting Xie Lian feel every millimetre of his girth as he stretched him wide.
Xie Lian cried out, a strangled mix of pain and pleasure escaping his lips as Jun Wu's thick length forced its way inside him.
The burn of the initial penetration was intense, bordering on too much, but beneath it thrummed a deep, dark thrill. Despite the discomfort, Xie Lian found himself pushing back against Jun Wu, silently begging for more.
His inner muscles fluttered and clenched around the invading hardness, trying to adjust to the overwhelming fullness. Jun Wu groaned at the sensation, his grip on Xie Lian's hips tightening as he hilted himself fully inside the younger god.
Jun Wu set a brutal, punishing pace, each snap of his hips driving his thick cock deep into Xie Lian's clenching heat.
“This is what happens to naughty boys who defile sacred places” Jun Wu growled, punctuating his words with particularly sharp thrusts. “I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight, until the only thing you remember is the shape of my cock inside you.”
One hand released its bruising hold on Xie Lian's hip to wrap around his throat, finding it his favourite place on Xianle’s body so far. The other snaked around to fist Xie Lian's neglected cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
Xie Lian loved every second of Jun Wu's brutal claiming, the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure short-circuiting his brain until all he could focus on was the feeling of being so utterly filled, so completely possessed. Each punishing thrust sent sparks of ecstasy racing up his spine, stoking the fire building low in his belly.
“Yes” he gasped out, the word torn from his throat along with a high, keening moan. His hips bucked back to meet Jun Wu's thrusts, taking him impossibly deeper.
The hand around his throat tightened fractionally, making Xie Lian dizzy with lack of oxygen and overstimulation. Tears of overwhelmed bliss pricked at the corners of his eyes.
Jun Wu smirked wickedly, drinking in the sight of Xie Lian lost to pleasure, so eagerly submitting to his rough treatment. It was clear the younger god craved this, needed this - to be dominated, used, reduced to nothing but a vessel for Jun Wu's lust.
“You love this, don't you?” Jun Wu taunted. “Love being at my mercy, loving having your tight little hole stretched around my cock.” He angled a particularly vicious thrust as he spoke, angling his hips to nail Xie Lian's prostate dead-on.
The hand on Xie Lian's throat slid up to grip his jaw, forcing his head back and exposing the elegant column of his neck. Jun Wu leaned down to bite at the sensitive skin there, sucking a vivid mark into the flesh.
Xie Lian's moans escalated into high, desperate keen as Jun Wu relentlessly pounded into him, each thrust striking that perfect spot inside him that made stars explode behind his eyelids.
His cock throbbed almost painfully in Jun Wu's grip, drooling steadily onto the floor below.
Suddenly, Jun Wu pulled out halfway, leaving Xie Lian half empty and bereft. Before he could protest, Jun Wu gripped his hair and hauled him up, shoving his face towards the statue where he'd spilled his release earlier.
“Lick up the mess you made” Jun Wu commanded, his voice a dark, dominant growl. At the same time, he renotched the thick head of his cock against Xie Lian's slick, twitching hole.
Xie Lian immediately obeyed, extending his tongue to lap at the cooling puddle of his own spend on the statue's base. He lapped and suckled, cleaning away every last drop of his essence, uncaring of how degrading it looked.
All he could think about was the aching emptiness inside him, craving Jun Wu's thickness filling him once more.
Jun Wu watched with a smug, satisfied expression, one hand still fisted in Xie Lian's hair, holding him in place.
Once Xie Lian had cleaned the marble to Jun Wu's satisfaction, he finally relented, releasing his grip.
“Good boy” he praised, and In the same breath, he grabbed Xie Lian's hips and plunged back in fully into his welcoming heat, sheathing himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.
Jun Wu's thrusts grew increasingly erratic as he neared his peak, chasing his rapidly approaching climax.
“I'm going to fill you up” Jun Wu growled, his voice strained with impending release. “Paint you with my seed until it's dripping out of you. Would you like that, Xianle? To be marked so thoroughly, inside and out?”
Xie Lian groaned, the sound muffled against the floor as Jun Wu's thrusts became wild and erratic.
The hand around his cock was almost painful in its intensity, squeezing and twisting in a way that bordered on too much stimulation.
But Xie Lian welcomed it, craved it, desperate for anything and everything
“Yes” he managed to gasp out between moans, his voice ragged and pleading. “Please, I need—" His inner muscles clamped down rhythmically around Jun Wu's pistoning length, trying to draw him deeper, to coax out his release.
With a moan of Xie Lian's name, Jun Wu buried himself to the hilt one final time, his cock pulsing and twitching as he spilled his hot seed deep inside the younger god. Jet after jet of thick, painting Xie Lian's inner walls
At the same time, Jun Wu's grip on Xie Lian's shaft tightened almost brutally, his thumb pressing hard against the sensitive underside. He stroked Xie Lian's cock with short, sharp movements, denying him the friction he needed to find his own release, keeping him teetering on the knife's edge of pleasure and frustration.
Only once Jun Wu had pumped every last drop of his release into Xie Lian's spasming channel did he finally relent, releasing his bruising grip on Xie Lian's cock.
Xie Lian, no longer held back by Jun Wu's iron control, immediately crashed over the edge into his own explosive orgasm.
His cock jerked and pulsed as he came untouched, painting the floor with ropes of pearly white. Xie Lian's entire body shuddered and convulsed, overwhelmed by the intensity of his climax.
As the waves of pleasure crested and began to ebb, his arms finally gave out, allowing him to collapse forward onto the cold stone, panting and trembling in the aftermath.
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Jun Wu took his time redressing, smoothing down his robes with meticulous care despite the mussed state of his hair and the flush still high on his cheekbones.
He cast a smug, satisfied glance at Xie Lian's prone form, taking in the picture of debauchery - the younger god sprawled bonelessly on the floor, skin gleaming with sweat and other fluids, holes still twitching from the thorough fucking he'd received.
Leaning down, Jun Wu caught Xie Lian's chin in his hand, tilting his face up to meet his gaze.
His thumb brushed over the vivid hickey blooming on Xie Lian's neck, a proprietary mark.
“Next time you grace my shrines with your presence, I expect a far more... entertaining prayer session” he said in a low husky voice mockingly.