New Tang Clan Lust Bro – Soulbind Codex

Part One: First Taste of the Codex, Mastering Ecstasy

Nestled in the misty mountains of Shu, the Tang Clan’s stronghold rose like a shadow fortress, shrouded in fog. Deep within the bamboo groves, the sharp whistle of hidden weapons sliced through the air. Lan Tian-Moon stood at the edge of the training grounds, his lean frame trembling faintly in the breeze. Clad in a teal robe, his jade-pale skin and pretty-boy features made him look like he’d stepped out of a painting—though that timid glint in his brows screamed beta vibes. Eighteen years old, 5’9”, 132 pounds—slim but wiry, with a waist so flexible it seemed one squeeze could snap it. Yet, in the brutal world of Tang Clan, that delicate charm was a damn curse.

“Lan Tian-Moon, zoning out again? Get your ass over here and wipe my sweat, loser!” Luo Yun-Hawk’s voice boomed like thunder, rough and raw. Shirtless in the center of the field, his 6’1” jacked frame radiated pure alpha energy. Bronzed skin glistened with sweat, muscles rippling as it trickled down his chest. His sword-sharp brows framed eyes dripping with mockery and disdain. With a flick, he tossed a grimy rag, smacking Lan square in the face.

Lan bit his lip hard, fingers clenching his robe’s hem. “Yes, Senior Brother,” he muttered, voice barely above a whisper. Bending down to grab the rag, he shuffled closer, humiliation and rage churning in his gut. God, I wanna deck him, he thought, but he didn’t dare. All he could do was bow swallow it down. Luo grinned wide, leaning in close, shoving his sweaty chest in Lan’s face. “Wipe it good, princess. Don’t dawdle like some chick.” The other disciples erupted in crude laughter, and Lan’s face flushed crimson, shame cutting deeper than any blade.

“Bro, with that soft-ass skin, he’d make bank at a Yangzhou rent-boy joint!” another disciple jeered, his laugh dripping with sleaze. Luo’s hand shot out, gripping Lan’s chin, rough fingers scraping that porcelain skin. “Tch, shame a face this pretty’s wasted in Tang Clan—just here to get wrecked,” he teased, voice low and suggestive, before shoving Lan back. Stumbling, Lan’s eyes flickered with a spark of hate, quickly buried under those long lashes. No one caught it.

That night, alone in his room, Lan sat under flickering candlelight, clutching a tattered booklet—The Soulbind Codex. Yellowed pages, scrawled handwriting, and a vibe so creepy it made his pulse race. He’d snagged it from an old temple while foraging herbs down the mountain. The text promised: Channel your inner energy with this mind-fuck technique, mix in some blackvine flower and soulmist weed, craft a dart, and bam—hit your target, control their mind. Duration depends on your skill. They wake up clueless, but their subconscious? Yours to play with.

Lan’s hands shook as he flipped the pages, a feverish flush creeping up his gorgeous face. “This… this could flip the script,” he whispered, voice trembling. Memories of Luo’s daytime bullshit flooded back, hate surging like a tidal wave. Licking dry lips, he made up his mind. Following the codex, he brewed the powder in secret, the crushed herbs’ scent filling his tiny shack. Those slender fingers rolled a needle with pro-level finesse, smearing it with the mix. In the candle’s glow, his eyes glinted—cold, feral, new.

Next night, under a hazy moon, Lan crouched in the bamboo thicket outside Luo’s room. Fresh from training, Luo swaggered in—shirtless, pants slung low, abs flexing, a faint V-line teasing below. Oblivious, he pushed the door open. A flash of steel—the soulbind needle—buried itself in his neck.

Luo froze mid-step, eyes glazing over, hollow as a puppet’s. Lan slipped from the shadows, heart pounding like a war drum. Swallowing hard, he tested the waters: “Senior Brother, come here.” Luo turned stiffly, his 6’1” bulk looming closer. Lan craned his neck to meet that rugged, blank face, lips twitching into a smirk.

“Strip,” Lan ordered, voice shaky with a mix of nerves and hype. Luo didn’t blink, yanking off his pants. They hit the floor, revealing an 18cm monster—veins popping, tip curved up, oozing raw man-stink. Lan’s breath hitched, thighs clenching as his own 12cm twitched in his pants.

Face burning, Lan pushed his luck: “Kneel. Fuck me with it.” The words scorched his tongue, but the hunger in his eyes blazed hotter. Luo dropped, hands seizing Lan’s hips, ripping his pants down in one brutal tug. Those pale, sculpted legs glowed in the moonlight, round ass perked up, pink hole winking like a tease.

Lan bit his lip, gripping Luo’s shoulders. “Hurry up…” Luo’s vacant stare didn’t flinch. He spread Lan’s legs wide, that massive tip nudging his entrance before slamming in. Lan yelped, pain and twisted pleasure exploding through him. Clawing Luo’s arms, nails digging in, tears blurred his vision. “S-slow down… you asshole…”

Luo didn’t hear shit. His hips pounded hard, every thrust balls-deep, flesh slapping loud enough to wake the dead. Lan’s cries morphed from broken gasps to slutty moans, legs dangling limp in Luo’s grip, skin flushing pink. Glancing down, his 12cm bobbed with every hit, leaking like a faucet—nasty and hot as hell.

“Fuck… Luo Yun-Hawk… you goddamn beast…” Lan panted, voice dripping with sass despite the wrecking. Luo stayed blank, just a machine of sweat and muscle, dripping onto Lan’s chest, mixing with the slick slap-slap of their bodies. Then, a hot rush flooded Lan’s insides—Luo growled low, unloading a thick, messy load, the stench hitting like a punch.

Lan collapsed, ass twitching, cum trickling down his thighs. Gasping, he stared at that still-hard beast, a smug glint in his eye. Propping himself up, he rasped, “From now on, you see me, you get hard. You wanna fuck me. Got it?”

Luo nodded like a drone, dressing and stumbling off. Lan slumped against the bamboo, licking his lips. “Luo Yun-Hawk,” he muttered, “this is just the fucking start.”

Part Two: Level-Up Training, Sinking into Lust

Morning mist clung to the Tang Clan training grounds, the air buzzing with shouts and steel. Lan Tian-Moon lingered at the crowd’s edge, teal robe hugging his slim frame, tracing that killer waistline. Eyes down, lashes hiding a sly glint, his lips curved in a ghost of a smile. Last night’s highlight reel—Luo’s fat cock tearing him apart—left his cheeks hot and thighs twitchy. Digging deeper into the codex, he’d found a gem: The needle wipes their memory, but plants a seed in their subconscious. Keep it up, and you own their mind. His eyes sparked. “Well, shit… this just got spicy.”

Across the field, Luo Yun-Hawk sparred with the crew, black gear stretched tight over his 6’1” frame, all rugged badassery. Sweat rolled down his bronzed skin, pooling on his pecs, that untamed vibe screaming top dog. But when his gaze flicked to Lan, his dick jumped, that 18cm beast straining his pants so hard he winced.

“Fuck…” Luo growled under his breath, grip faltering on his blade. Shaking it off, he swung harder, but a stray thought threw him—two steps back from his opponent. The crew whispered, “What’s up with Luo today? Dude’s off his game.” Jaw tight, veins popping, he stomped to the sidelines, every step stiff like he was hiding a raging boner.

Lan dipped his head, stifling a laugh. Fingers brushed the fresh needle tucked in his sleeve. “Senior Brother,” he murmured to himself, “last night’s orders hit different.” Licking his lips, he decided to crank it up tonight—burn his mark into Luo’s soul.

Under a pitch-black sky, Lan slipped into Luo’s room. Candlelight danced, casting shadows on Luo’s shirtless bulk hunched over his bed, wiping down his blade. Muscles flexed in his broad back. Hearing the creak, he snapped, “Lan Tian-Moon? Here for a beating this late?” His tone oozed dickhead energy, blind to the storm coming.

Lan flashed a sugar-sweet smile, his pretty face glowing in the flicker. Shutting the door, he cooed, “Senior Brother, got a question for ya.” Before Luo could blink, Lan’s finger flicked—the needle zinged, sinking into his neck. Luo’s eyes went dead, blade clattering to the floor, body locked stiff.

Lan sauntered closer, craning up at that chiseled, empty face. His fingers grazed Luo’s chest, feeling the heat, whispering, “You’re always calling me a pussy, huh? Tonight, you’re my bitch.” He shed his robe, pale skin gleaming, pants dropping to reveal his 12cm, half-hard and shy-cute.

“Pants off. Kneel,” Lan snapped, voice sharp as a whip. Luo obeyed, rough hands yanking his waistband down. That 18cm beast sprang free, veins throbbing, tip already slick with pre-cum. Lan swallowed hard, lust torching his eyes. Pointing to the bed’s edge, he purred, “Over here. Jerk me off.”

Luo knelt, his jacked frame bowing before Lan. Those calloused hands wrapped around Lan’s 12cm, stroking with clumsy force. Lan’s head tipped back, soft gasps slipping out, legs spreading as his skin flushed. Tugging Luo’s hair, he hissed, “Harder… don’t be a useless fuck…” Luo’s pace kicked up, thumb swiping the tip, wet shlick sounds mixing with Lan’s broken moans: “Ah… asshole… your hands…”

Lan’s dick wept under the assault, and he bit his lip to hold back. “Enough,” he rasped. “Fuck me.” Luo stood, blank but fast. Grabbing Lan’s hips, he hoisted those pale legs over his shoulders, slamming in with one brutal thrust. Lan screamed, ass stretched to the limit, pleasure-pain frying his nerves.

“Slow down… you fucking ox…” Lan choked, tears streaking his face, pretty features twisting. Luo didn’t flinch, hips pistoning hard, each hit bottoming out with a loud smack. Lan’s protests melted into slutty wails, legs jelly in Luo’s grip, his 12cm flopping with every thrust, leaking all over himself—filthy as hell.

“Luo Yun-Hawk… thought you were hot shit…” Lan gasped, mocking through the haze, eyes gleaming with triumph. Fingers brushed Luo’s jaw, voice dropping: “Look at me. Remember this.” Luo’s blank stare held, but a primal growl rumbled out, sweat splashing Lan’s chest, the wet slap of their bodies filling the room.

A scalding flood hit Lan’s insides—Luo roared, unloading so much it spilled out, dripping down Lan’s thighs. He crumpled on the bed, ass spasming, panting, “So hot…” Luo pulled out, still rock-hard, a milky trail hitting the sheets, the air thick with man-stench.

Lan propped up, eyeing that deadpan face with a wicked grin. “Every night, you come to me. Fuck me ‘til I’m done. See me, you’re hard. Think of me, you blow. Got it?” Luo nodded like a bot, dressing and bailing. Lan leaned back, licking his lips. “Senior Brother, your life’s mine now.”

Days later, whispers spread. Luo looked wrecked—dark circles, spacing out mid-spar. Only Lan knew why: every night, Luo showed up, blank-eyed but cocked and loaded, railing him ‘til dawn. Under Lan’s robe, his hips and thighs sported love bites, but his swagger? Bolder than ever.

One day at the grounds, Luo was mid-fight when Lan strolled up, all innocent smiles. “Senior Brother, you good today?” Luo’s eyes locked on him, pants bulging, dick screaming for release. “Get lost!” he snarled, voice cracking. Lan dipped his head, hiding a smirk, fingers teasing a new needle in his sleeve. Luo Yun-Hawk, you’re so screwed.

Part Three: Eternal Submission, Lust and Love Collide

Deep in the Tang Clan’s bamboo thickets, the night wind whispered through, carrying a chill. Lan Tian-Moon leaned against the window, teal robe half-open, exposing his jade-smooth chest and sharp collarbones, glowing faintly under the moon. His slender fingers toyed with a fresh soulbind needle, eyes glinting dark and dangerous, a sick little smile twisting his pretty face. The 18-year-old wasn’t that scared little punching bag anymore—the codex had morphed him, a butterfly from a cocoon, all scheming vibes and raw desire churning inside. Lately, he’d cracked a new trick: Blackvine juice to recharge the batteries. He’d been secretly grinding that hustle daily—still skinny, but tough enough to handle the nightly wreckage.

The door creaked open, and Luo Yun-Hawk stepped in. Black gear hugged his 6’1” jacked frame, oozing alpha musk, sweat still clinging to his bronzed skin from training. Those sword-sharp eyes carried a hint of exhaustion now. Seeing Lan, his 18cm beast snapped to attention, straining his pants so hard his brows twitched.

“Lan Tian-Moon…” Luo’s voice rasped, gritty with a fuck-you edge, “what now?” He fought it, but his legs dragged him closer anyway. Lan tilted his head, lashes fluttering, flashing that angelic grin. “Senior Brother, you’re clocking in every night—tired yet? Tonight… I’ve got a twist.”

Before Luo could blink, Lan flicked his wrist—the needle sank into Luo’s shoulder. His eyes went blank, body locking up like a statue. Lan strolled over, craning up at that rugged, deadpan face. Fingers brushed Luo’s chin, voice soft and sinister: “You used to say I’m useless, huh? Tonight, you’re mine for good.”

He peeled off Luo’s gear, rough fabric hitting the floor, revealing that chiseled chest and abs. Bronzed skin shimmered with sweat, man-stink hitting hard. Lan licked his lips. “Strip it all. Kneel.” Luo shed his pants, that 18cm monster springing free—veins popping, tip leaking, hard as steel.

Lan ditched his robe, pale skin glowing in the candlelight, his 12cm perking up, all shy-boy hard. Sitting on the bed, legs parted, he purred, “Come here. Lick my chest.” Luo knelt, his bulk bowing low, rough tongue hitting Lan’s left nipple, sucking with wet slurps. Lan’s head tipped back, soft moans spilling out, grabbing Luo’s hair. “Harder… don’t make me wait…”

Luo’s tongue flicked the sensitive bud, teeth grazing it—Lan’s cries broke apart: “Ah… Senior Brother… your mouth…” His 12cm wept under the heat, dripping clear and nasty. Biting his lip, he rasped, “Enough. Get in me.” Luo stood, blank but brutal, hoisting Lan’s pale legs over his shoulders, sliding in slow. Lan whimpered, ass stuffed full, pleasure crashing over him.

“Slow down… you fucking ox…” Lan gasped, tears blurring his eyes. Luo growled low, hips slamming hard, each thrust a deep smack. Lan’s moans turned slutty, legs dangling limp, skin flushing pink, his 12cm flopping with every hit, leaking more.

Candlelight danced over their tangled bodies. Luo’s sweat dripped onto Lan’s chest, mixing with the wet slap of flesh, the air thick with alpha stench. A hot rush flooded Lan’s insides—Luo roared, unloading a messy load, spilling down Lan’s thighs. He slumped on the bed, ass twitching, panting, “So much…”

Luo pulled out, still hard, cum dripping onto the sheets. Lan propped up, staring at that blank face with a wild glint. “From tonight,” he hissed, “you fuck only me. Love only me. See me, you’re hard. Think of me, you blow. Only me, got it?” Luo nodded stiffly, a faint flicker of resistance in his eyes.

Next day, the Tang crew hit the road to smash some bandits, Lan and Luo in the same squad. Wind howled through the forest, tension thick. In the fray, Luo’s blade flashed like lightning, his 6’1” bulk a beast mode blur—until a slash caught his arm, blood soaking his gear. Teeth gritted, he shoved Lan back, barking, “Stay behind me, don’t fuck this up!”

Lan dipped his head, hiding a smirk, heart doing a weird flip. Mid-chaos, he slipped out a needle, jabbing Luo’s neck. “Senior Brother, you’re hurt—let me help.” Luo froze, blank again. Lan dragged him into the bushes, faking a wound check, whispering, “Fuck me. Now.”

Luo yanked his pants down, dick throbbing. Pinning Lan to the dirt, he ripped off Lan’s gear, spreading those pale legs wide and slamming in. Lan bit his hand to muffle the moans, ass stuffed, grass pricking his back, pleasure drowning it all. “Faster… don’t stop…” Luo pounded hard, Lan’s 12cm spraying across his stomach, then Luo unloading inside with a growl.

Post-fight, Luo snapped awake, eyes stormy. “You okay?” he grunted, rough but soft. Lan smiled, “Thanks for the save, Senior Brother.” His eyes gleamed smug.

After that, Luo changed. Every night, he’d barge in, eyes clear but dick raging, growling, “Lan Tian-Moon, I see you and I’m fucking done…” Before he finished, he’d pounce, railing Lan ‘til dawn. Lan’s moans filled the room, pale skin bruised with hickeys, but his grin? Cocky as hell.

One day at the grounds, Luo grabbed Lan’s wrist in front of everyone, muttering, “Stick with me, no wandering.” All possessive alpha vibes. The crew whispered, Lan just smirked under his lashes. Luo Yun-Hawk, you’re mine.

Part Four: Loyal Dog Locked In, The Hunt Begins

The Tang Clan courtyard was dead quiet, moonlight spilling through bamboo shadows onto the windows. Lan Tian-Moon lounged on the bed, teal robe half-open, pale chest and collarbones catching the glow. His slender fingers traced the Soulbind Codex, pretty face lost in thought. The 18-year-old had shed his old pushover skin, now a puppet master in the game, the codex his cheat code. Taming Luo Yun-Hawk? His proudest W. Daily doses of that secret juice kept him going—still lean, but built for the nightly grind.

The door swung open, and Luo stormed in. Black gear clung to his 6’1” frame, sweat fresh from training, that alpha musk rolling off him. His eyes softened a touch now. Spotting Lan, his 18cm beast jumped, straining his pants—not pissed anymore, just hungry.

“Lan Tian-Moon…” Luo’s voice rumbled, less bite, more tangle. “I’m back.” He stood at the door, fists clenched, fighting his own body but stuck. Lan looked up, lashes teasing the air, all innocent smiles. “Senior Brother, every night on the dot—tired yet? Come in, I’ve got words for you.”

Luo shuffled closer, eyes locked on Lan’s bare chest, throat bobbing, dick screaming to break free. “What the hell did you do to me?” he growled. “My head’s full of…” Lan cut him off, stepping close, fingers grazing his chest. “You loved screwing with me, right? Now you just wanna guard me, don’t you?”

Luo blinked, a flicker of fight in his eyes, but he nodded slow. “Dunno… can’t stand you getting hurt.” Lan’s gaze sparked triumph. He peeled off Luo’s gear, exposing that sweaty, chiseled torso, whispering, “From tonight, you’re my bodyguard—and my man. Hear me?”

Luo’s eyes cleared, no pushback. Staring down at Lan, he rasped, “Lan Tian-Moon, you little shit… fine, I’m in.” He grabbed Lan’s waist, slamming him onto the bed, tearing the robe off to reveal that pale, perfect body. Lan gasped, legs parting, his 12cm twitching half-hard.

“Pants off. Serve me,” Lan snapped, voice crisp and bossy. Luo obeyed, shedding his gear—that 18cm beast popped out, veins throbbing, tip slick. Kneeling, his rough tongue hit Lan’s neck, sliding down to his collarbone, clumsy but eager. Lan moaned, tugging Luo’s hair. “Lick lower… Senior Brother… don’t tease…”

Luo’s tongue traced Lan’s abs, landing on his 12cm, slurping with wet sucks. Lan’s cries broke: “Ah… so good…” His dick leaked hard, dripping filthy. Biting his lip, he hissed, “Get in. Fuck me.” Luo stood, eyes sharp with need. Hoisting Lan’s legs over his shoulders, he slid in slow, stretching him full. Lan whimpered, grabbing Luo’s arms, nails digging in. “Slow… you damn ox…”

“Slow’s not happening… too tight, you brat…” Luo growled, hips slamming hard, each thrust a loud smack. Lan’s moans turned wild, legs jelly over Luo’s shoulders, skin blushing red, 12cm flopping and leaking.

“Lan Tian-Moon…” Luo panted his name, sweat dripping onto Lan’s chest, mixing with the wet slap. “You’re mine…” Rough but sweet. Lan’s heart skipped, whispering, “No, Senior Brother… you’re mine…” A hot flood hit—Luo roared, unloading, spilling down Lan’s thighs.

Lan collapsed, ass spasming, gasping, “So hot…” Luo leaned down, kissing him—messy, awkward, real. Lan froze, then kissed back, tongues tangling. “Senior Brother,” he murmured, “you’re mine now.”

Next day, the Tang crew gathered at the grounds. Lan stood out in his teal robe, all cool and untouchable. Luo loomed beside him, 6’1” of pure guard dog, glaring at anyone too close. A disciple sidled up, “Lan, bro, Luo’s got your back lately.” Lan smirked soft, “He’s good to me—grateful.”

Luo’s ears went red. “Shut it,” he muttered, but pressed closer, hand on Lan’s waist, all mine vibes. That night’s orders had sunk deep—he wasn’t just a puppet anymore, but a willing boyfriend.

Days later, a Mistlands‘ bandit gig came up. Lan volunteered, Luo frowning, “You go, I go.” Lan grinned sly, “With Senior Brother, I’m golden.” Tucking the codex close, he thought, Tang Clan’s small-time. The Wild Realm’s my playground.

In Mistlands’ misty waterlands, Lan and Luo strode side by side. His teal robe and pale face turned heads; Luo trailed, hand on his blade, growling, “Stick close.” Lan beamed, “With you, what’s to fear?”

One night at the inn, Lan leaned by the window, eyeing a squad of Silkblade Crew—elite guards. Their leader stood tall, cold, badass. Lan licked his lips. “Senior Brother, Mistlands’ got tastier prey than Tang Clan.” Fingering a needle, his eyes went feral.

Luo frowned, stepping up. “Lan Tian-Moon, what now?” Rough, but doting. Lan spun, kissing him soft, whispering, “Play with me, Senior Brother?” Luo growled, “You brat…” but scooped him up, slamming him onto the bed, railing him ‘til dawn.

Next day, Lan stood streetside, needle in hand, locking onto that Silkblade Crew leader. “The The Wild Realm’s full of prey,” he sneered. “Starting with you.”

Part Five: Mistlands Prey, A New Chapter of Desire

Mistlands’ drizzle wove a silky haze, streets slick with wet vibes. Lan Tian-Moon stood at the inn’s second-floor window, teal robe clinging to his slim frame, tracing that killer waistline. His jade-pale face glowed in the mist, 18 years old but eyes sharp with sly hunger way beyond his age. Slender fingers toyed with a fresh soulbind needle, locked on the Silkblade Crew squad below—especially their leader, a prime cut.

Dude was mid-twenties, built like a damn pine tree—6’3”, towering over even Luo. Rocking a flyfish robe and an embroidered blade at his hip, Shen Ye-Blaze had a face carved from ice—hard lines, killer brows, all stone-cold vibes. Word on the street: Shen, the Silkblade Crew captain, was a no-mercy legend, hands stained with more blood than the Mistlands rivers. Lan licked his lips, muttering, “What a beast… I’m gonna break you.”

Footsteps thudded behind him. Luo Yun-Hawk rolled in, black gear hugging his 6’1” jacked frame, alpha musk still fresh from the grind. His sword-sharp eyes flicked out the window, narrowing. “Lan Tian-Moon, who’s the new target?” Rough as hell, but laced with that soft spot. Lan spun, flashing a sugar-sweet grin, leaning in for a quick kiss. “Senior Brother, wanna hunt some fresh meat with me?”

Luo’s brows knit, growling, “You little shit…” but he closed the gap, hands gripping Lan’s waist, 18cm beast already throbbing against his pants. Nipping Lan’s ear, he rasped, “Don’t overdo it—I ain’t cleaning up your mess.” Lan chuckled, fingers teasing Luo’s chest. “With you here, what’s to sweat?”

Next night, rain cleared, moon sharp. Lan and Luo crept into the woods near the Silkblade Crew base. Shen Ye-Blaze strode alone, flyfish robe swaying, blade glinting cold. Lan hissed from the trees, “Senior Brother, pin him.” Luo pounced like a panther, steel flashing—clashing with Shen in a shower of sparks. Luo’s raw power met Shen’s icy precision, a dead-even brawl.

“Who’s this punk?!” Shen’s voice cut like frost, eyes hawk-sharp. Luo grinned wide, “Just playing with my little bro!” He faked a slip, Shen lunged—and Lan struck. The needle zipped through the air, burying into Shen’s neck. Shen froze, eyes glazing over, blade crashing down, blank as a doll.

Lan stepped out, craning up at that chiseled, empty face. Fingers brushed Shen’s jaw, purring, “Captain Shen, they say you kill without blinking. Tonight… let’s see how hard you really are.” He peeled off the flyfish robe, exposing a lean, ripped chest—tanned, abs tight, all cold-steel energy.

“Pants off. Kneel,” Lan snapped, voice crisp and bossy. Shen obeyed, shedding his gear—that 19cm monster sprang free, thicker and longer than Luo’s, veins bulging, tip leaking. Lan swallowed hard, lust torching his eyes. Ditching his robe, his pale body gleamed in the moonlight, 12cm dripping wet.

“Lick me,” Lan ordered, legs spread, pink hole teasing the air. Shen knelt, 6’3” of bulk bowing low, cold face blank as his tongue hit Lan’s tip. Lan’s head tipped back, soft gasps spilling, tugging Shen’s hair. “Harder… Captain… your mouth’s not just for barking orders…”

Shen’s tongue swept the sensitive head, wet slurps echoing—Lan’s moans broke apart: “Ah… fuck yeah…” His 12cm wept, dripping nasty. Luo watched, frowning, “Lan Tian-Moon, you’re wilding too hard.” But his pants bulged, turned on as hell.

Lan bit his lip, rasping, “Enough. Fuck me.” Shen stood, blank but fast, hoisting Lan’s legs over his shoulders, slamming in with one brutal thrust. Lan screamed, ass stretched to the edge, pleasure-pain frying him. Clawing Shen’s arms, nails digging in, tears streaked his face. “Slow down… you fucker… too big…”

Shen didn’t flinch, hips pounding hard, each hit a deep smack. Lan’s cries turned slutty, legs jelly in Shen’s grip, skin flushing pink, 12cm flopping and leaking. Luo growled, “Lan Tian-Moon, you brat…” Unzipping, his 18cm sprang free, throbbing. Grabbing Lan’s hand, he hissed, “Don’t ignore me for the new toy.”

Lan panted, nodding, wrapping his fingers around Luo’s beast, stroking slick with pre-cum. Rocked by Shen’s thrusts, he still craned up at Luo, gasping, “Senior Brother… hold up… ah…” Luo roared, kissing him hard, tongue shoving in—mixed with Shen’s pounding, the trio’s tangle was pure filth.

A scalding flood hit—Shen growled, unloading, spilling down Lan’s thighs. Lan collapsed in the grass, ass twitching, panting, “So hot…” Shen pulled out, still hard, cum dripping. Propping up, Lan locked onto that blank face, hissing, “See me, you’re hard. Wanna fuck me. Only me, got it?”

Shen nodded like a bot, dressing and bailing. Lan leaned into Luo’s chest, breathless. “Senior Brother, how’s the new catch?” Luo scowled, “Bigger than me, you greedy shit…” Scooping Lan up, he pinned him to a tree, railing him ‘til dawn broke.

Next day, at the Silkblade Crew base, Shen sat stone-faced—until Lan walked in. His eyes flickered, pants bulging, dick screaming. “Lan Tian-Moon…” he muttered, voice tangled, body betraying him. Lan smiled angelic, “Captain Shen, feeling good lately?” Eyes glinting smug.

Luo loomed beside him, growling, “Don’t push it.” Hand on Lan’s waist, all mine vibes. Lan smirked, thinking, Mistlands’ just the warm-up. The Wild Realm’s my buffet.

Part Six: Double Dragons, Peak Ecstasy

Mistlands’ night swallowed the inn’s courtyard, post-rain dampness thick in the air. Lan Tian-Moon lounged on the bed, teal robe half-open, pale chest bare, pink nipples teasing the candlelight. His slender fingers traced the Soulbind Codex, pretty face flushed sick-hot, eyes wild with hype. The 18-year-old was deep in the game now—lust and power his drugs—and tonight, he’d chain Luo Yun-Hawk and Shen Ye-Blaze to his throne.

The door swung open—Luo first. Black gear hugged his 6’1” bulk, sweat fresh, alpha musk rolling off him. Seeing Lan, his 18cm beast jumped, straining his pants. “Lan Tian-Moon, what’s the play tonight?” Rough, but doting.

Shen followed, 6’3” of lean steel in his flyfish robe, cold face blank but eyes flickering—weeks under Lan’s needles had him hooked. His 19cm monster throbbed, pants tight. “Lan Tian-Moon…” Icy, but needy.

Lan looked up, lashes teasing, all innocent vibes. “Senior Brother, Captain Shen, I’m wiped tonight—both of you, serve me up, yeah?” He shed his robe, pale skin glowing, 12cm perking shy-hard. Luo growled, “You fucking brat…” Shen huffed, “Ridiculous.” But they stepped closer.

Lan whipped out two needles, jabbing Luo and Shen’s necks. Eyes went blank, bodies stiff. Sauntering over, he sized up their faces—Luo’s rugged heat, Shen’s icy edge. Licking his lips, he purred, “Strip. Kneel. Tonight, you’re both mine.”

Luo and Shen shed their gear—black and flyfish hitting the floor. Luo’s bronzed muscles flexed, 18cm beast throbbing; Shen’s tanned, lean frame popped, 19cm monster leaking. Kneeling before Lan, their jacked bodies bowed—filth on max.

Lan sat, legs wide, hissing, “Luo, lick my tits. Shen, jerk me.” Luo leaned in, rough tongue hitting Lan’s left nipple, sucking with wet slurps. Lan moaned, chest quivering, gasping, “Harder… Senior Brother… ah…” Luo’s teeth grazed, swelling it red-hot.

Shen knelt between Lan’s legs, cold face blank, fingers wrapping Lan’s 12cm, stroking pro-level. Lan tugged Shen’s hair, panting, “Captain… your hands… fuck…” His dick wept, dripping nasty, mixed with Luo’s sucking—pure sin.

Luo glared at Shen, growling, “Back off, ice prick.” Shen shot back, “You dumb ox, you wish.” Sparks flew. Lan laughed, hissing, “Shut it. Double-team me—now.”

Luo scooped Lan up, back to his chest, 18cm sliding in slow. Lan whimpered, ass stuffed, gasping, “Easy… Senior Brother…” Shen stepped up, 19cm nudging the same stretched hole, forcing in. Lan screamed, legs twitching, ass split by two monsters. Clawing Luo’s arms, tears streamed. “Ah… too much… you assholes…”

Luo growled, “You asked for it, brat…” Shen stayed silent, but they synced—Luo hitting deep, Shen grinding the front. Each thrust a loud smack, Lan’s cries turned slutty, legs limp in Shen’s grip, skin blazing, 12cm flopping and leaking.

“Ah… Luo… Shen…” Lan sobbed their names, tears streaking, “You’re killing me…” Luo bit his right nipple, sucking it raw, rasping, “Take it, brat.” Shen kissed him hard, tongue shoving in, cold face pressed close, sweat and slaps blending.

Two hot floods hit—Luo and Shen roared, unloading, spilling down Lan’s thighs. He slumped in Luo’s arms, ass spasming, panting, “So hot… so much…” His 12cm sprayed, splattering Shen’s abs—filthy perfection.

They pulled out, still hard, cum dripping. Lan propped up, eyeing their blank faces, hissing, “You fuck only me. Love only me. Luo’s my man, Shen’s my dog. Got it?” They nodded, a flicker of clarity breaking through.

Morning hit—Lan nestled in Luo’s arms, his hand on Lan’s waist. “Lan Tian-Moon, you’re too wild,” Luo rasped, soft-edged. Shen stood by, cold but handing Lan tea, muttering, “Drink.” Lan grinned angelic, “Captain’s so obedient.”

The trio hit the streets—Luo on the left, Shen on the right, vibes untouchable. Lan smirked under his lashes, thinking, Mistlands’ mine. How many more in the the Wild Realm? The codex’s martial lord legend flashed—next level. Lips curling, he whispered, “You’re next.”

[End]