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Mu Qing sighed in relief as he entered his chambers. He just came back from a two week long mission, taking care of some troublesome ghost gang in his territory.
He was extra happy to be back, instantly shucking off his outer robes and shoes and collapsing into the bed. He stretched out and relaxed, letting his body rest after such a long mission.
He started to doze off before he heard a quiet, “Fuck!”
Even in his delirious, half-conscious state, he picked up the voice from outside in his garden. He laid in his bed, and didn’t move, focusing his attention to his window.
Whoever it was, they were definitely bold, sneaking around his palace at the dead of night. Mu Qing however, was too exhausted to pursue the intruder, so he laid there waiting.
Eventually, the intruder pushed the window open, and tried to crawl inside. Despite the person trying to be sneaky, they weren’t doing a very good job.
The intruder’s foot got caught on the window and they slumped down to the floor with a loud bang!
Silence filled the room, and Mu Qing eyed the figure. It was hard to make out the details in the dark, but they were of smaller stature. Red, brown and golden robes, with their hair tied into a messy ponytail. Had to be someone from Nan Yang’s then.
Mu Qing cleared his throat awkwardly, “Are you…alright?”
They frantically scrambled up and brushed off the dust from their robes. Stepping forward into the moonlight, Mu Qing could properly see their face.
Stern, with subtle sharp curves and pointed eyes. It was Nan Feng, one of Feng Xin’s junior officials - but most importantly - Feng Xin’s mortal disguise.
Mu Qing was confused, and he rubbed his eyes. He couldn’t tell if he was seeing things. Why was Nan Feng here?
“General- s-sorry.” Nan Feng bowed and walked over, “T-they wouldn’t let me in so- I had to sneak around. Your gardens are really pretty at night.”
“We have a private teleportation array?” Mu Qing gestured to the side door next to his bed. “There’s no need for you to sneak around.”
“That’s for you and General Nan Yang,” Nan Feng replied and fiddled with his hands, “not for a middle official like me.”
“But…you’re…” Mu Qing stared at the other, who quickly shook his head. Mu Qing gave a slow nod and looked away, “alright then. What’s so important you need to visit me in the middle of the night? Where’s Nan Yang?”
Nan Feng sighed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “That’s… kind of why I’m here.” He cleared his throat, “G-General Nan Yang noticed you returned feeling lethargic, however, he’s busy dealing with some troublesome things,” he waved his hand absentmindedly.
“Typical,” Mu Qing scoffed, and Nan Feng gave him a look.
“Anyways… he sent me to take care of you.” Nan Feng explained, and Mu Qing tilted his head, “y-you know. Anything you need… leave it to me!”
“Hahh…” Mu Qing rubbed his face and gave a slow laugh, “Nan Yang gave me a personal servant? From his palace? I must be dreaming.”
Nan Feng took a step forward, “You are not dreaming, Xuan Zhen. I’m at your service.”
Mu Qing hummed before smirking, “Anything?”
“Anything.” Nan Feng stated.
Mu Qing gave a slight nod, feeling a lot more awake than he did previously, “Right then, why don’t you strip for me?”
“W-what?” Nan Feng flinched, feeling heat rise up his neck.
“You heard me,” Mu Qing purred, and leaned forward, placing his head in his hand, “strip for your general.”
Nan Feng stared for a moment, before slowly undoing the layers of his robes. He gently laid each piece of clothing on a nearby chair, and stood in front of Mu Qing in just his pants and boots.
Mu Qing eyed him up and down before he tsked, “I meant everything.”
“Wha…” Nan Feng turned red and lowered his head in embarrassment. He didn’t make a noise of complaint however, as he untied his boots.
Once he was in his boxers, Mu Qing stopped him, “Stop, come here.” He wagged his finger, and Nan Feng came over like an obedient dog.
Mu Qing put his hands on Nan Feng’s hips, tugging him closer. Nan Feng was a smaller build than Feng Xin, but still had a built chest and toned abs. His skin was tanned, with freckles littering his skin. Mu Qing smiled and brushed his thumb over the freckles at Nan Feng’s hips, “You’re so cute, little one.”
“L-Little- ahem…” Nan Feng seemed alarmed but quickly cleared his throat. “T-thank you, Xuan Zhen.”
Mu Qing hummed, sliding his hands up the latter’s chest, then back down, “Just admiring the gorgeous man Nan Yang left for me.”
Nan Feng shivered a bit under the general’s touch, “I’m not…Not as beautiful as you.” He whispered with a light smile.
“Flattering,” Mu Qing whispered back, and moved his hand down from Nan Feng’s waist to the subtle bulge of his boxers. Nan Feng heaved a sigh and dropped his head onto Mu Qing’s shoulder, “I’ve barely touched you, this excited already?” He teased.
“Ahh…” Nan Feng shifted on his feet as Mu Qing rubbed his palm into him, “G-General… please…”
“Hm? Please what?” Mu Qing purred. He slid his hand back up, settling it on Nan Feng’s waist.
This made the junior whine a bit, “d-don’t make me beg…”
“Why not?” Mu Qing asked, “you said you’d do anything. So if I want you to beg, then beg.”
Nan Feng shivered before pathetically whispering, “Please, please touch me G-General Xuan Zhen…”
“There we go,” Mu Qing smiled and dropped his hand down once more, tugging off Nan Feng’s boxers. His half hard cock laid limply against his legs.
He traced a finger down the length, before taking it in his hand. He stroked it a bit before he pulled his hand away and licking his palm, wetting it.
Nan Feng gently grabbed Mu Qing’s wrist, bringing his hand to his own mouth, “Here, let me.” He whispered before licking at his hand and then taking a few fingers into his mouth.
Mu Qing’s heart raced because, holy shit? He watched the other suck at his fingers, feeling the way his tongue wrapped around each digit individually slicking them up.
“Such a good boy,” Mu Qing said, and pulled his fingers out - leaving a string of spit connecting to Nan Feng’s mouth, “you’re working so hard for, your general.”
“Mhmm…” Nan Feng wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Mu Qing took Nan Feng’s dick in his hand once more, stroking it with ease. Nan Feng shuttered and gave a shaky moan, “a-aahh… X-Xuan Zhen…”
Mu Qing continued to pump his hand, twisting his wrist at each incline around the head. He used his free hand to squeeze and grope at Nan Feng’s ass.
It wasn’t long before Nan Feng jolted away from Mu Qing’s grasp. The general gave a confused look and Nan Feng covered his dick with one hand, “I-If I cum now… I’m afraid I won’t last much longer.”
“Hm,” Mu Qing gave a sad look, but he understood. Usually, Feng Xin could last a few rounds, but with this body it was certainly a lot less. “Very well then, let’s change it up.”
Before Nan Feng could say anything, Mu Qing leaned down and pulled a box out from under the bed. It was a decent sized clothing box, with a quaint red ribbon tied around it. Mu Qing gestured the box to Nan Feng, who took it gingerly.
Nan Feng looked down at the box and then back at Mu Qing, “What’s inside?”
“Why don’t you open it and find out?” Mu Qing grinned.
Nan Feng nodded and slowly undid the ribbon. He dropped the lid onto the floor. He gasped and felt shivers run down his spine. It was a neatly folded maid costume, with an accompanying feather duster, “This…” he didn’t no what to say, his mouth hanging open in stunned silence.
“It was meant for someone else… but,” Mu Qing tapped his chin thoughtfully, “but I think it’ll fit you nicely.”
Nan Feng placed it on the bed next to Mu Qing and took out the dress. It was well crafted, with silky fine fabric and intricate needlework. Needlework Feng Xin was all too familiar with. Nan Feng smiled a bit and looked at Mu Qing fondly, “You really do love, General Nan Yang, huh.”
“Hm?” Mu Qing paused, before chuckling, “I suppose so. This isn’t about him though. Come here, let’s get this on you.”
Nan Feng moved back in front of Mu Qing. He was still achingly hard, but neither of them paid mind to it. Mu Qing held the dress open and helped Nan Feng step inside of it.
Mu Qing took Nan Feng by the hips, spinning him around. He took the laces and tied up the back, making it into a nice tight bow. Subconsciously, he leaned forward, pressing a soft quaint kiss to the back of Nan Feng’s neck.
Soft chuckling rumbled from the junior, “Aheh. Mu Qing…” he whispered and Mu Qing snapped out of it.
He spun the other around again and sat back, admiring the maid dress. “It fits you nicely… wow.” He was astonished at how good Nan Feng looked. He took a pair of fishnet stockings from the box and handed them to Nan Feng.
Nan Feng sat beside Mu Qing, holding out his legs to let the other slide the fishnets on him. Nan Feng felt a bit giddy but he kept it to himself, and looked at Mu Qing expectantly.
Mu Qing slipped his hands up onto Nan Feng’s thighs. He gently pushed him down onto the bed, and hovered over top of him. “So beautiful, my lovely little maid.” He whispered, slipping a hand under the folds of the dress.
He brushed his hand over Nan Feng’s cock through the thin layer of panties he wore. Nan Feng squirmed on the mattress. Mu Qing rubbed him for a bit before pulling his hand away.
“We need to get you prepped,” Mu Qing stated and grabbed the feather duster from the box. He handed it to Nan Feng with a smirk, “let’s use this.”
“What?” Nan Feng stared in disbelief. “What do you mean…?”
“Come on, you know what I mean.” Mu Qing dragged the handle of the duster across Nan Feng’s thigh, “I want you to fuck yourself for me. Open yourself real nice.”
Nan Feng’s dropped open, “Fuck myself… with the feather duster?”
“Yes,” Mu Qing leaned over and grabbed a small jar from his nightstand, “you know what to do, right?” He asked and shook the bottle with a slight taunt.
“That’s so- you’re so-“ Nan Feng stuttered.
“What’s wrong?” Mu Qing asked, “anything, right?”
“You…” Nan Feng snatched the bottle from Mu Qing and glared at him, “are humiliating.” He flicked off the lid with ease before dipping two fingers into the gel.
Mu Qing sat back on his thighs and watched with anticipation. Nan Feng used his other hand to lifted up the frilly layers of the dress, and pulled the panties to the side. His cock was swollen red, but he didn’t touch it. He pushed his oiled fingers into his ass and shivered at the coldness.
Nan Feng massaged his fingers around, and made a scissoring motion to stretch himself. Mu Qing watched like a predator eyeing its prey, and blatantly groped himself through his robes.
Eventually, Nan Feng pulled his fingers out and gestured for the feather duster. Mu Qing picked it back up and slid it into Nan Feng’s hand. His fingers wrapped around the handle, rubbing it with some interest, “This is clean right?” Nan Feng asked.
Mu Qing gave a look and Nan Feng sighed. He coated the end with the oil before lining it up to his hole. The handle pushed inside him, it wasn’t much thicker than his fingers but it was much longer.
He wiggled it around, before flicking it up to press against his prostate. He rubbed the tip of the handle in a circle, dragging it out and in, “Mm…this is weird…” Nan Feng whispered.
Mu Qing looked at the feathers bouncing back and forth. Watching Nan Feng whither on the mattress, fucking himself with a duster in a skimpy maid dress - Mu Qing was beyond delighted.
He moved his robes aside and pulled out his cock, finally freeing it to the cold air. With a shaky breath, he pumped himself to Nan Feng.
“Shameless,” Nan Feng whispered, his head rolled back onto the pillow behind him. “Mmn, Xuan Zhen…” he arched his back, exposing himself more to the general.
He continued to keep his hips in the air, making sure Mu Qing could vividly see what he was doing. The sight was beyond anything Mu Qing could ever imagine.
The outfit had originally been for himself, in his Fu Yao disguise. Both him and Feng Xin have discovered their quite like having sexual encounters between them with Mu Qing as Fu Yao.
However, they haven’t experimented much with using Nan Feng, and holy fuck, Mu Qing believed he fell in love all over again.
“Fuck,” Mu Qing moved forward and pushed Nan Feng’s hips back down. “You’re so hot,” he swatted Nan Feng’s hand away from the duster and yanked it out, tossing it to the floor.
“X-Xuan Zhen- mpf!” Mu Qing covered Nan Feng’s lips with his own, and forcefully shoved his cock inside, replacing the duster.
Nan Feng’s mouth opened with a muffled moan, and Mu Qing stuffed his tongue inside. He cupped Nan Feng’s face with his hand, holding it firmly as he whimpered into his mouth.
He started to move his hips, and Nan Feng literally squealed. Mu Qing was barely above average length, but it was much thicker and longer than the feather duster previously inside him.
“Ah- ah!” Nan Feng gasped and latched his arms around Mu Qing’s shoulders, “right there! Ah- mgf,”
Mu Qing rutted into the other, the dress becoming ruffled and unkept with each thrust, “Thank you, General Nan Yang,” he whispered and nipped at the latter’s ears, “for giving me such a beautiful gift.”
“Mmmnn,” Nan Feng couldn’t speak, as his insides were on fire from Mu Qing’s harsh attention.
A hand wrapped around Nan Feng’s leaking cock, fingers sliding up and down with diligent experience.
Nan Feng came with a delighted scream, white cum coating the bottom half of his dress. Mu Qing pressed their lips together once more before he pulled out, and released onto Nan Feng’s body.
The maid dress was beyond ruined, covered in sweat, cum, and oil. So of course, Mu Qing forcefully used his powers to rip off the costume and tossed it onto the floor.
Nan Feng sputtered in a delirious fashion, “hah!? Mu Qing?!”
“What?” The general asked with a coy expression, “it’s dirty and ruined. I’ll have to ma- buy a new one.”
Nan Feng pouted and looked down at the ragged fabric, ripped to shreds, “It was quite nice…”
Mu Qing was quiet before he laid down next to Nan Feng. He was completely worn out, mainly because he had been exhausted beforehand due to his two week mission.
It seemed to work out, as Nan Feng didn’t seem to be eager to go for more rounds. Instead, he stretched out his aching body, and allowed himself to relax into the mattress.
Nan Feng then poofed into Feng Xin, and Mu Qing helped as strong bulky arms wrapped around his waist and hauling him close, “Y-You oaf!” He spat and whacked at his back, “I-I’m too tired!”
“Boo,” Feng Xin stuck out his tongue before tucking his head into Mu Qing’s neck, “wasn’t thinking of more anyways, you dirty man.”
“What?!” Mu Qing bristled, and felt soft laughter against his neck, “then what are you doing?”
“Holding my husband,” Feng Xin stated simply, and gave playful squeezes to Mu Qing’s hips, “how was it?”
“Huh?”
“The scenario,” Feng Xin asked, “I’m…not as good at this… roleplay thing, as you are but. I wanted to try.”
Mu Qing felt his heart warm. The whole thing was perfect to him, from the timing, to Feng Xin’s obedience. It really was the perfect solution to his absolute painful last couple weeks. However, he scoffed, “I suppose it was acceptable.” He said and Feng Xin smiled.
“Acceptable to you, means perfect to me.”
Damn, Feng Xin really knew him too well.
Mu Qing sighed, and rubbed circles on Feng Xin’s back, “how long are you staying?” He asked quietly.
“As long as you’d have me.”
Good. Good, Mu Qing smiled to himself, before falling asleep in Feng Xin’s warm embrace.