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While they are courting, Lan Xichen tells her everything. Lets his dragon horns, as white as snow, slowly protrude out of his forehead, lapping scales cover his jawline and a long, white tail emerge from under his clothes. His brown eyes turn gold and irises sharpen into slits.

"I'm a dragon, my heart." He murmurs softly, and she can see the nervousness on his face. She gapes, stepping forward to run a finger along the scales on his face and hands, touches his horns, which makes him shiver. "A-Ah, those are sensitive."

She can touch them, they are real

and she is not dreaming, her lover is a dragon.

"Can you change into a dragon completely?" She asks, and he nods with wide eyes.

"I had no idea dragons were real," Jiang Cheng admits, "but. Um. Here you are."

A dragon that's- "very handsome." She murmurs automatically, a blush

on her face when she realizes what she's just said, and he smiles, warm and genuine at her. "I didn't want to hide anything from you, my heart. I'm so glad you can accept me."

"Who wouldn't? You're practically a model citizen." She says bluntly. Considerate, handsome, kind.

"I want to spend my life with you, to raise a family together." He says, full of conviction, and she feels her face heat even more, because there's nothing else she would want - his dragon nature is just a surprise.

Gusu Lan, her husband's clan, comprises of dragon shifters,

most of them with pale blue horns among their home in the clouds. "Are you the only one with white horns?" She asks, and he nods. "It's unique to the main family bloodline, which I am a part of."

"Can," She began, shyly, "Can humans and dragon shifters have children?"

His eyes flash golden, and she swears she sees his teeth sharpen when he grins at her predatorily. "Of course."

He takes her to one of the clan member's residences in the Cloud Recesses, and they salute her respectfully as the wife of their clan leader.

In the depths of their home is a cloth nest, safe in the master bedroom, and tucked into the folds of warm fabric is a small, smooth egg.

"Dragons reproduce via eggs." Xichen says to a stunned Jiang Cheng, tightening his hold on her hand.

"But then - how will I-"

She can feel his hot breath against her ear. "I'll lay my eggs within you, of course." He murmurs, and her heart pounds in excitement.

When they finally consummate their wedding, Jiang Cheng gulps when her husband undresses for her, and she catches sight of his - not that she's been with other men, but inexperience cannot deny his remarkable length and girth. "Don't worry, my sweet lotus." He drawls,

eyes half-lidded and a slow, hungry smile spreading on his lips, "In my vows, I promised to always take excellent care of you."

Red colours his own cheeks, eyes wide and irises sharpening into slits when he drinks in her bared form, robes slipping off her shoulders and her legs

spread, Jiang Cheng biting down on her lips in anticipation as his fingers part the folds of her cunt, forked tongue slipping out of his mouth at the pink flower he's presented with. His tongue slides deeper than she'd imagined possible inside her, licking her walls as her hands

tighten and she moans, the nails of his fingers holding her thighs open sharpening into dragon claws. Xichen works her open with his tongue, swirling it around her clit and lavishing the nub with attention until she shakes and her walls convulse, slick dripping out of her,

and the throes of pleasure have her impulsively gripping onto his moonlight horns as her cunt throbs and legs shake.

He levels her with glittering gold eyes, teeth lengthening into fangs in his mouth and scales racing along his jawline. "A-Cheng," He drawls, "Ready, I see."

His cock, long and thick and distinctly inhuman, rubs against her wet cunt to coat its length with her slick before nudging with her opening, the head popping past her rim into her, and she draws in a deep breath as she's stretched. As he pushes in, slowly feeding her his cock,

she parts her legs to make it easier, shifting against the sheets and craning her neck slightly forward to see him sheathe his length into her completely, filling her up.

"Big-" Jiang Cheng murmurs, and narrows her eyes when she sees the smug grin he gives her. She almost can't

believe she took his entire length within her. With his face hovering above hers, he pulls her closer to position her, and the tip of his cock hits something deep inside. Hands digging into the flesh of her hips, he grinds his own hips, grinds inside her and she trembles,

feeling the tip of his cock rub and press against the entrance of her cervix. "Husband-" she gasps, and Xichen grins before opening his mouth, baring his fangs - "this is where my eggs will pass through, A-Cheng." He trills, thumb rubbing her skin, before pulling out to thrust.

Heat spreads through her body as Xichen fucks her steadily, pressure mounting as his cock strokes her walls with each squelching thrust, and Jiang Cheng's legs wrap around his middle, feeling her own slick drip down her thighs. Her fingers find her throbbing clit and rub it,

moaning, she can feel how wet she is, how hot Xichen is inside her, his dragon tail curling and flicking behind him as he lets go of her hips to caress her face, lips meeting in a deep kiss as they enjoy each other. One of his thrusts hits just right, and she mewls-"Right there!"

biting down on her lip as he perks up and starts angling his thrusts to hit the spot inside her that has her muscles coiling and shocks of pleasure radiating from her core. "X-Xichen-" She moans against his lips, and he pecks them before licking and nuzzling her neck.

"A-Cheng, you feel so good. So hot and so tight." He rasps, rolling his hips. "You're clutching my cock, do you really like it that much?"

She pants, winding her arms around him to pull him closer and deeper, pulling her legs back to sigh in pleasure. "F-Fuck, yes - I - Aah-"

"I'm close!" She grits her teeth, and his next thrust is a bit too hard, too fast and excited and makes the bed rock even louder. "Keep going, uhhn, yes-"

His hands roam up and down her body, and she can feel the tips of his nails graze her gently.

The pleasure builds and builds to the point where simply brushing against her spot makes her kick her legs, and she whimpers, closing her eyes and letting her head roll back - "Xichen- Aah-! I'm coming!"

He slams into her, desperate and frantic, face buried into her neck.

"A-Cheng, A-Cheng," He pants, "the eggs are coming, are you ready?"

Drunk on the high of desire, all she does is cling on to him, babbling and nodding, and as her orgasm erupts he thrusts deep, tip hitting her cervix and latching on.

Something inside her seems to elongate and push, grabbing on to Xichen's shoulders, Jiang Cheng gasps as that something forces its way in, her climax joined by pain mixing with the pleasure. As the egg makes its way in, she shrieks, legs kicking and nails digging into Xichen's

back. "T-The egg-!"

A deep growl rumbles from her husband, and she's pressed into the bed with his claws pinning her down as he begins to grind into her again, rubbing against her sweet spot, rubbing against the base of her clit to fill her with pleasure once again.

"Husand, it's t-too much!" tears well up in her eyes with the sensations assaulting her, pain from the egg making its way past her cervix, overwhelmed by yet another orgasm building from her husband's skilled lovemaking.

"You can do it, A-Cheng-" He groans, and as the egg-

-finally slips inside her, into her womb, a physical weight she can feel, her husband thrashes inside her, shoulders shuddering and shaking as he growls, eyes feral and unseeing at the peak of his pleasure. All Jiang Cheng can do is hold on as she hits her own climax, clutching

onto Xichen as her entire body trembles.

When both of them finally come back to themselves, Jiang Cheng pulls Xichen's face to her own with a finger under his chin, and their breaths embrace as they kiss. "You did so well, my heart," Xichen says, voice ragged-

caressing her face, and Jiang Cheng feels wrecked and spent, before his smile widens again into a wicked grin. "That was the first egg," his slitted, golden eyes holding promises of ecstasy as he shifts his hips again, making her tremble. "Wait," she says uncertainly, "you mean-"

"You're going to be full of my eggs when I'm done." He snarls.

By the fourth or the fifth egg, Jiang Cheng is exhausted, weakly moaning, "Xichen, stop..." her hair sticking to her face and neck as she lies limply in their marital bed, spread legs splattered with fluids slack as he keeps pistoning inside her, hands under her knees.

Her cervix is aching, but every drag of his member against her oversensitized walls makes her tremble. She's climaxed so many times she doesn't even remember. Rubbing the base of her palm against her face, she scrunches her expression up - "How many more?!" she protests,

the spike of energy required for her outburst draining her further. "I'm so tired..." she doesn't know how long she can keep herself conscious in this haze of pain and pleasure.

Xichen kisses her, and she registers the nip of sharp fangs against her lips. "You're doing so well,"

"Forgive this enthusiastic husband." He breathes. "I just got too excited seeing you full with my eggs." He runs his hands along her bulging belly, and she can feel the bumps of his eggs in her womb, against his fingers. As if in response, she feels his cock twitch inside her.

"One more, please, just one more." He begs, eyes wide and pleading, irises swelling round and innocent, and she has always been weak to her husband. Groaning, she tilts her head back, and nods.

His grip tightens on her at her assent, and Jiang Cheng whimpers as he picks up

his pace once again, his hands grasping her breasts and playing with her nipples to soothe her with more pleasure as he breeds her abused cunt, nudging her sore cervix. The now-familiar pain of another egg being laid in her is soon washed away by the pleasure of her clit and spot

being expertly played with by her husband. She hardly registers her scream from her resulting orgasm around the egg slipping into her womb, before slipping into comfortable darkness in her husband's embrace.

She wakes up the next morning in a fresh set of robes, the bedsheets

replaced with new ones, and her husband literally wrapped around her - his bottom half shifted into his dragon form, a long, silvery-white tail curling around her body and his arms around her shoulders. Jiang Cheng shifts, and the weight in her abdomen reminds her of the eggs -

his eggs, that she is now carrying, before joined by an ache deep between her legs that has her wincing and pushing her husband away.

His eyes - now their usual brown, flutter open, crooning "A-Cheng-" as she struggles to sit up. "Good morning, my heart~"

"Ow." Jiang Cheng hisses, pain flaring up between her legs when she tries to sit up and only getting worse as she maneuvers herself off the bed, standing up. "You need to be gentler next time, Xichen!" She grumbles, and with a rustle of sheets, he's shifted back to human form,

both legs landing on the floor as he holds onto her hunched form. "A-Cheng, are you all right?" Xichen asks in worry, and she shoots him a deadpan look. "You try taking six eggs through the cervix and tell me if that doesn't ache."

His eyes are huge and remorseful, apologizing

as he hoists her up to her startled noise. "I'll be your legs today, A-Cheng!" He says happily as she fidgets in his grasp. "Xichen, don't be stupid! Are you really going to carry me around everywhere?! In front of everyone?!"

"Of course, dear heart!"

And that is how Grandmaster Lan Qiren finds them, Jiang Cheng carried like a princess in Lan Xichen's arms and covering her face in mortification upon seeing the older Lan frown. "G-Good day, Uncle." She says.

"Good afternoon, Uncle." Xichen greets happily, so satisfied that

she smacks him in the chest.

Grandmaster Lan's eyes flick from her swollen belly, to his nephew carrying his new wife in his arms, and his brows knit further in response. Xichen has fulfilled his duties as husband and Sect Leader of Gusu Lan, by carrying on their clan bloodline,

but then - "What happened, niece?" He asks, "has something impaired your ability to walk?"

Jiang Wanyin blushes deeply and can't meet his eyes. "Ah, well, t-the...consummation was quite, uh, draining."

His shameless nephew continues to smile, nuzzling his wife's hair. "This one

was too eager last night, and caused my wife some discomfort."

"That's strange." Lan Qiren continued, "the dragon bite should be able to wipe away any pain."

"The what?" Jiang Wanyin said in confusion, as Xichen went rigid, something Lan Qiren did not miss.

"Xichen." He began disapprovingly. "You did bite your wife during your wedding night, did you not?"

Xichen paled. Dragons possessed paralyzing venom in their fangs, and a milder version removed pain while allowing the recipient to still move and feel pleasurable sensations,

particularly crucial for dragons of the main family bloodline and their human wives, to soothe the pain of egg laying.

He'd been so sure that he was ready to consummate and lay his first clutch of eggs within A-Cheng but... "It...slipped my mind." He admitted shamefully.

"The what?" Jiang Cheng questioned, eyes narrowing, "What dragon bite? You didn't bite me last night!"

Lan Qiren's expression was particularly frosty, and said nothing, forcing Xichen to explain everything to his wife, who immediately flared up, smacking him hard.

"You - You could have done that the entire time - Xichen-you!"

"A-Cheng, I'm really sorry, I won't forget it again - ow!" He winced as she shoved his horn, and by extension, his face away, as she thrashed in his hold and expressed her anger. "Please forgive me!"

He pressed kisses to her lips and cheeks contritely, "This husband has been careless and begs his wife's pardon, please, A-Cheng?"

She huffed and lay limp in his hold again, crossing her arms. "Hmph. Fine. Just this time."

(because I love you, went unsaid.)

"anyway-" Jiang Cheng tilted her head and pulled her hair out of the way- "I'm still hurting, so bite me now."

Upon seeing his nephew's irises sharpen, Lan Qiren cleared his throat to remind the newlyweds that he was still there - "Glad to see this matter has been cleared up."

"Xichen, don't you dare mistreat your wife like that again," He commanded, and his nephew nodded sunnily, "take her back inside, for goodness' sake, stop embarrassing Jiang Wanyin. Stop airing your private matters outside!"

The next time Lan Qiren saw his niece-in-law, her swollen belly looked larger than the last time he had saw it, and his nephew, standing next to her with their hands joined, hadn't stopped beaming once, which told him that they had made excellent use of Xichen's dragon venom.

The eggs would remain inside her for four months to incubate and develop, after which she would birth them, and it would take a few more weeks before they were hatched.

Living in the Cloud Recesses, she saw the nurseries, where baby Lan dragons were raised communally by their

nannies, the smallest, most newborn dragons able to fit entirely in her palm, and the larger ones about the size of a small dog, shifting uncontrollably between dragon and toddler. The older the children grew, the better handle they had of their human form, and once they could

shift between human and dragon at will and maintain their forms, they were considered old enough to graduate from the nursery and enter proper schooling. Jiang Cheng had also seen proud parents carry their children with them, tiny baby dragons wrapped around their father's horns

or tucked into their mother's clothes. Eventually, she would birth the eggs she carried within her womb, and provide the Lan clan with heirs.

A thought struck her - "Are they ALL hatching?" She had asked Xichen in worry, "our first time and we already have ten children?!"

"Our sect would be flourishing, if that were the case." He sent her a smile. "Unfortunately, the rate of hatching for eggs of the main bloodline is very low." Xichen explained, rubbing the swell of her belly. "It's likely that none of these eggs hatch at all."

"Oh," Jiang Cheng murmured, feeling strangely melancholic as she gazed at her bump, and Xichen held her closer to press a kiss to her cheek. "Don't worry, my heart, that is a perfectly natural occurrence. We can always try again, as many times as needed" He said with a sly smirk.

Months pass, and the eggs finally come when she feels the weight of her abdomen drop, bearing down on her pelvis, her inner walls spasming with contractions. It's nothing she can't handle, but Xichen immediately notices the wince in her expression, and upon finding out, takes her

to the birthing cottage, her husband both nervous and excited for their eggs to be born.

"I'm sure it's just a false alarm!" She insists, as the midwife, another Lan disciple with blue horns examines Jiang Cheng's stomach. Her own mother told her about the weeks of contractions

and false starts she endured before finally entering labour and bringing her to the world - as a woman, Jiang Cheng was prepared for such eventualities, but the midwife feels down her swollen navel and announces that the eggs will soon be arriving. "Dragon births are different

from human births, furen." The midwife tells Jiang Cheng, "They are normally much less painful, so human wives tend to ignore the warning signs."

Xichen has wound his arm around her waist, pressing close, "Shall I prepare her, then?"

"Just one moment, Sect Leader." The midwife says, slightly exasperated, yet fond, at his enthusiasm. Her hands go under Jiang Cheng's clothes and between her legs, sliding a finger inside her cunt, where Jiang Cheng at the sudden touch at her cervix. The contact is strange and

unfamiliar as the midwife examines her and tells Xichen to proceed, "She's already dilated. The eggs will arrive soon."

"Proceed with what?" She wonders, as the midwife stands up and leaves the cottage, giving them privacy, and Xichen starts undoing her belt and pushing her

clothes open. "Xichen?"

"If you're stretched, the egg will come out easier." His fingers trail up her legs.

"I-Is this just another excuse for you to touch me?" She demands, stammering slightly with her cheeks tinted pink.

"Not an excuse, dear wife, but a reason." He smirks,

working another finger inside her and making her hips roll as he rubs her clit, lying her on the bed and spreading her legs.

She whimpered at the parting of her inner walls when he pushed his cock inside her, the stretch coinciding with another contraction. "How are you feeling, my heart?" Xichen murmured, playing with her clit, and she shivered as he thrust against her sensitive walls, distracting her

"Just another ache," She said, and he pushed in again, nudging her cervix, which made her shudder - "no, don't! It hurts-"

He immediately pulled back, apologizing, taking care to fuck her more shallowly. "Now that our eggs are coming, it feels different." Xichen smiled, and she

flushed in embarrassment. "Don't say shameless things like that!" Jiang Cheng said, hitting his hip with her foot.

"It's the truth~"

He made her come, shivering, and shaking, and she let out a cry as the pain suddenly intensified, able to feel her cervix parting for the egg.

Her hand dug into the sheets for purchase, trembling as she felt the contractions of her body pushing out the eggs. "They're coming-" She panted, and he pulled out of her, breaking one of the Gusu Lan rules by yelling for the midwife, who came as quickly as she could without

running. The Lan disciple hardly spared a glance at their states of undress, again feeling Jiang Cheng's cervix again as she strained and kicked her legs, before nodding. "There's progress," She said, her own dragon tail flicking in excitement.

"How do you feel, my heart?"

Xichen asked, lying at her side and gently rubbing her shoulders. "It's - hurts a little." Jiang Cheng wheezed at another contraction, indistinguishable from some of her worst menstruation cramps.

"You can bite her now, Sect Leader," The midwife said, and Xichen perked up. "Oh!"

"Yes, of course-" and with his fangs sinking into her neck, Jiang Cheng sighed as the pain between her legs gradually ebbed away.

"Just keep pushing, furen." The midwife said encouragingly as she took several breaths free of discomfort, and obeyed. Her hand laid against her

navel, feeling how the egg inched past her cervix, and she gasped when she felt it slide free into her birth canal.

As it made its way down her inner walls, Jiang Cheng gasped when it pressed against a sensitive spot that made her hips jerk and clit throb, letting out a moan.

"A-Cheng, is everything alright?" Xichen asked in concern, and she nodded, pushing again - which only made the egg drag against her insides, already made aroused by their lovemaking earlier, and she felt herself get wetter, unconsciously reaching for her clit until she stopped,

cheeks burning in embarrassment. "It- It feels good-" She choked, closing her eyes, which only flew open when she felt Xichen fondling her there, rubbing her nub with a suggestive, fond smile on his face. "That's good, A-Cheng," He murmured, the pleasure from her clit and her

clenching insides eventually squeezing the egg out of her as she groaned, feeling her entrance stretch and birth their first little egg, a smooth pale grey coated in her fluids.

"Very good, furen!" The midwife said encouraging, picking up the egg with a clean cloth and bringing

it away to clean. Xichen pressed a kiss to her temple as he ran a hand down her swollen belly. "Our first egg, A-Cheng. Nine to go."

It was birth like nothing Jiang Cheng had ever imagined it to be - blanketed in a haze of pleasure as each egg made its way past her cervix

and along her insides, and she was soon lying on her side, Xichen next to her with his cock fucking into her intermittently, making her orgasm and push the eggs out easier. All the while he murmured praise into her ear, at how well she was doing, birthing their eggs so well.

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