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Compared to the turmoil of his own world, the time and space where San Zang resided felt like an endless paradise of peace and tranquility. At least, that was how it seemed to Wei Zhen.
The enemy known as the Primordial Supreme Being had received their due punishment with the help of the Otherworldly Deity, restoring peace to the world. Even those creatures who had once sought chaos became calm, fearing that the heroes who had saved this realm two or three times might strike them down.
Not to mention, as a powerful dragon from another world, his massive form had only appeared once, enough to make everyone regard him as a nightmare.
However, Wei Zhen did not see himself as a nightmare; rather, he found himself repeatedly startled by the people here.
"I am the young master of the Chilong Clan," he declared, kneeling by the bed with his eyes focused on his nose and his heart. Without his lover's consent, he dared not look up, but his mouth did not stop. "You cannot treat me like this. I am your husband; you must love me, respect me, and tolerate me."
The person lying under a thin blanket let out a cold snort at his words, disdainfully tossing a blanket down onto his head—one that carried a scent that would make anyone blush and their heart race even in a state of wakefulness.
"Well, this works," Wei Zhen said, taking advantage of the situation. He wrapped himself in the damp blanket, carefully shifting his position to relieve some pressure on his knees. He felt hunger—not from an empty stomach but from an instinct belonging to his true self.
It was spring now; he needed not only to praise the so-called warmth and blooming of spring like a human but also to address the innate physiological urges of his beast kin during this season. They would intimately entwine with their lovers in springtime and ensure their partners became pregnant. After a long gestation period, they would lay dragon eggs, which he would then take back to his parents for nurturing.
But his lover was different; he was not a traditional female nor a typical beast kin that everyone would adore. He was a living human with exceptional combat prowess.
The reason he knelt on the ground was precisely because he was human—specifically one who carried their love's offspring within him.
Even while kneeling by the bed, he could see the prominent abdomen beneath the thin blanket, where their unhatched child occupied its rightful place, sleeping soundly against its mother's strong and capable arm.
"San Zang—" Wei Zhen protested, feeling indignant about his status and treatment. "I promise I won't revert to my original form."
This was already the greatest concession he could make; in his world, no male would ever seed without transforming. A dragon should appear as a dragon; taking human form during mating was simply unseemly.
"Get lost." The child's mother replied in a deep voice that resonated clearly as she threw a teacup at him from beside the bed. The round cup made of jade just happened to hook onto one of his dragon horns, and warm tea spilled down in a trickling stream that reminded him of his lover's recent climax.
A man can endure much, but a dragon cannot be humiliated.
He could not allow the great customs of his kind to be undermined by a domineering spouse. After all, kneeling on a washboard wasn't too much of an issue; however, it was crucial to establish clear boundaries regarding needs.
Dragon Childsleeps deeply, and if he doesn't sleep long enough, he won't wake up even if knives rain down from the sky on his butt. So Wei Zhengets up bravely, throws the blanket on the ground, and slips into the thin blanket. San Zang's body still has traces of the last time they made love. He doesn't have the energy to take a shower, after all, it's useless to take a shower, these days are the estrus period of this dog thing, even if he soaks it to death, he can't wash away the dragon essence. In addition, the dragon eggs that have already formed in his stomach are heavy, so he has to work hard to leave this room. He finally got kicked under the bed and had a rest, but before he could even stick an incense stick of time, the dog thing climbed onto the bed again to touch him. While he was taking a nap, his butt was filled with the smelly root again, which made him feel uncomfortable with swelling and itchiness. Their stomach prevented them from using the normal sex positions. To take care of his body, they basically had to lie down. Longman's long arms and legs restrained him, and his strong waist allowed him to reach the deepest part every time. His body had also gradually become the most suitable state for nurturing dragon offspring, with an ever-present uterus and human breasts that had developed again for breastfeeding. However, the breast milk in it basically went to the children's father, because dragons don't need to drink milk. This was their third child in the stomach. The first two children were already able to survive on their own. They had nothing to do and ran around in the two worlds. They had only returned to the other world to attend classes two days ago because school had started. The one who stayed with him was the most special. He was the only one who didn't have a dragon shape. He looked the most like him and grew slowly. He was only about two or three years old now. That dick started moving again. The edges of the scales scraped against the intestinal wall, causing his body to soften again. Although the pain from the last time had not yet passed, he could accept having sex with him again. He carefully wrapped the child in his arms with a thin blanket and put him on the other side of the empty space, then raised his legs and put them on the man, and reached out to hug Wei Zhen's arm to encourage himself. This was much more refreshing than the fights on the road in recent years. dick had magic power, which made their sex life reach the peak of pleasure every time. San Zang couldn't count how many times he had ejaculated in Wei Zhen's arms, and he drank a lot of semen and water mixed together. Wei Zhen was also like a child, sticking to him like a boneless person all day long, kissing and hugging him without missing a single thing. Wukong teased him that he had raised a son for him, but whose son dared to fuck him to death. San Zang was distracted when he was fucked inside, and the place where the dragon egg in his stomach was already squeezed was stimulated again, which immediately made his penis hard, and the glans hit his belly, and even his brain was burning. He was held tightly by Wei Zhen, the scales on the man's arms slightly exploded, the dragon of the sky exuded a strong smell of the beasts, like the grass in a summer rainstorm, with a damp and gloomy smell like a washed out coffin. It was a pity that he couldn't ejaculate anything, humans don't have that much semen to waste. In the past two days, he almost gave up a year's semen, and now he can still get hard purely because of the blessing of the dragon blood in his body. San Zang was fucked comfortably, holding up his stomach with one hand, and holding Wei Zhen's arm with the other hand to guide it to his lower body. The man's hand job was also very useful, and he must not be allowed to get away with just a few strokes at this time. After being satisfied both before and after, he was finally able to lie down and enjoy it calmly. Longman's hot breath hit his back, making him tremble.
It was almost time to give birth. San Zang was already familiar with the sensation of the dragon egg wanting to leave his body. The heaviness in his abdomen and the contractions were both intense and pleasurable. He turned his head to look at Wei Zhen, whose blood-red vertical pupils were fixed on him, filled with love and desire.
They kissed passionately, their tongues entwined, the taste of Dragon Spit bringing a hint of bitterness that tightened his throat.
“Mmm—” Just as the climax approached, San Zang felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw the sleeping child had wriggled out from under the thin blanket, snuggled against his chest, suckling contentedly.
His rear was pushed to its limits, softening as he reached the peak. Although he couldn’t release, he still felt the sensations that accompanied such a moment. The pain in his abdomen intensified the pleasure of the climax, along with the stimulation from the child at his breast.
San Zang clung tightly to Wei Zhen's arm, helplessly spiraling into ecstasy amidst spasms and tremors. He gasped for breath, his limbs numb and his lower abdomen warm, his mind a chaotic whirl thanks to dick. His curled fingers and toes refused to separate; even his bones felt tinged with blissful numbness.
The non-ejaculatory climax was a torturous pleasure. He trembled with effort, and as dick withdrew from his body, he birthed a dragon egg. The newly laid egg, still soft, gently landed on the damp sheets. Sunlight streaming in revealed tiny shadows wriggling within; it was clearly another child of dragon lineage.
Meanwhile, Wei Zhen had transformed into his full human form after their lovemaking. His black hair fell over his strong and muscular body, his gaze clear and composed as if he had successfully navigated this mating season.
He embraced San Zang and the child together, providing support for the exhausted mother while making it easier for Little Cub to nurse comfortably.
The second dragon egg took a bit longer to arrive; it required considerable effort to descend. It showed signs of getting stuck at the entrance until Wei Zhen gently massaged it down.
San Zang held the child drowsily, feeling both tired and hungry, unable to speak. He even began to regret throwing the last drinkable cup of water at Wei Zhen earlier.
Fortunately, laying eggs was simpler than giving birth. Soon enough, one egg after another came out and landed on the bed; wrapping them in a blanket completed the task. Giving birth to this little one had nearly cost him half his life. If Xiao Yu hadn’t arrived with divine power to assist him, he might have ended up in the underworld searching for Wukong.
The springtime restlessness had come to an end.
When San Zang awoke again, it was deep into the night. Everything in the room was clean and tidy; their shared sensual atmosphere had dissipated, leaving only the aroma of food behind.
Little Cub slept soundly in his own small bed, covered with a blanket stitched from white silk spun by bone spiders, sucking on his fingers peacefully.
Turning to meet Wei Zhen’s smile, a cup of warm water was brought eagerly to his lips. After drinking it down, he regained some strength while feeling as if his entire body had been disassembled and reassembled—aches and pains mingling throughout him; even his backside felt numb.
"Dog!" he couldn't help but curse. The one being scolded, Longman, paid no mind and cheekily held out a bowl of porridge to feed him, saying that the six newborns had already been sent to their mother and would come over after kindergarten classes with their older siblings.
"Wei Zhen." After finishing a bowl of porridge, San Zang finally felt alive again. Eating the meat stewed by Ba Jie, he said seriously, "I don’t want to have any more children in the next five years; it’s too hard."
"Alright." Longman wiped his mouth and affectionately rubbed his unshaven chin against him. "From now on, we won't fertilize the dragon eggs; we have enough kids already. Mom said I should take you over to take good care of your health. Do you want to go?"
San Zang rubbed his sore back and thought for a moment before saying to wait until autumn to go.
"By then, they’ll be on break, so we can stay a few more days. How's the shop doing? Ba Jie, Wu Jing, and Bai Lang haven’t been around for several days." San Zang knew that his disciples were smart and would never disturb Wei Zhen during special times, but he surprisingly missed their noisy presence after not seeing them for a few days.
After eating his fill, he leaned against Wei Zhen as they got up and strolled around. His legs felt weak, making walking a struggle. They moved slowly through the bedroom, basking in the moonlight and enjoying the tranquility of the night.
Longman gently massaged his waist, saying that everyone had come while he was asleep. They left only after confirming that there were no complications with his delivery and brought some interesting things for Little Cub.
"Bai Lang is about to give birth too; he’s waiting for you to be his reassurance." The demonic energy belonging to Chilong made San Zang healthier than when he was on Demon Avenue. He quickly absorbed the nutrients from the food and regained much of his strength.
"We should go." San Zang stretched lazily, hearing his joints crack. "This is his first child with Yi Hu; we definitely have to go. But speaking of which, you really dared to help him get a uterus? Aren't you afraid something might go wrong?"
Wei Zhen casually kissed him again and again, saying what was there to be afraid of; their technology was quite mature. "Not only can we give him a uterus, but if those two want to try something else, we can do that too. Yi Hu even asked if Bai Lang could have another batch; Bai Lang's kid also said he wanted it so that the next child could come out through the birth canal—then he'd feel more like a mom."
San Zang felt dizzy at this revelation and mustered all his strength to punch Wei Zhen in the face, declaring that when he saw Yi Hu tomorrow, he would definitely shove that thing into his belly.
The one who got hit felt guilty, covering his face and not daring to speak. He awkwardly asked San Zang if he wanted some tea to soothe his throat.
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