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"Wukong, I need you to help get me pregnant again."
Wukong sat in front of Ao Cunxin, dumbfounded. Out of all the things he would hear today, that was not what he was expecting.
Under the pavilion they both sat under was quiet and the only ones around them were Cunxin's handmaids. This little "date" that she suddenly planned for the both of them caught him a little off guard. The only time the two ever sat down to talk privately was when they were talking about the kids or-
"I-I-I'm sorry, can you repeat that?" Wukong asked, cleaning his ears to make sure he heard her correctly. "You heard me the first time." Cunxin sighed. "I need you to...excite Erlang again so we can have another child."
Wukong leaned back in his seat, propping his forehead between his index finger and thumb. Shaking his head, he agitatedly tapped his other index finger against the table filled with snacks and tea. And coffee, because Cunxin drank it as she breathed. Her doctor warned her to drink a lot of water or else she was going to wind up with kidney stones. "Cunxin, what brought this on?" Wukong exhaled.
Cunxin placed her forearms on the table and intertwined her fingers. Normally, she, no matter where she was, kept her poise and posture. But when she was around him or Xingjun she lowered her facade. "It was brought to my attention that the royal lineage has only a few heirs. It is necessary that we extend the line to make sure that the future of the Celestial Realm is guaranteed-"
"You want another kid because you got the urge." Wukong quickly retorted. "It's been keeping me up for months now." Cunxin rubbed her temples with the pads of her fingers. "I would've assumed it was all those cups of coffee you guzzle down." Wukong wryly says. Cunxin waives his sarcastic words away. "Oh please. I'm part dragon and Celestial. It's going to take more than a couple of cups of caffeine to sincerely affect me." She slowly inhales and quickly exhales. "No. What's been interrupting my sleep is this fever to carry again. It flares like an inferno whenever I see Tsui with your children." She leans back in her seat. "I see how happy Xingjun and Erlang were when Jidu was born. Tsui was happy as well. But they're just his half-siblings. He does see and believe his half-siblings are truly his family. But I want to provide more to our family. Me and him look how Xingjun and Jidu have a large family to rely on and make new memories with. Tsui is beloved by my family, but he's an only child. I want another child because I truly want more children and I want to give Tsui more siblings to grow with."
Wukong lowered his gaze to look at the tea sitting in front of him. Awkward after Cunxin's... heartfelt confession, he sighs.
"I understand what you're saying, Cunxin." Wukong purses his lip and pops them before speaking again. "But there's just one problem."
"A problem?" Cunxin raised a skeptical brow at him.
"I don't think...Jian wants to try having a kid with you again." Wukong hesitantly responds. Cunxin rears back in disbelief. "Excuse me?"
"It's not you... Per se," Wukong quickly amends. "It's just that..." Wukong exhales, his shoulders sag. He avoids her gaze with a blush on his cheeks. She looks at him oddly at the sudden flustered expression. "He made it clear he wasn't comfortable the first time you and him had sex."
The handmaids looked at each other confused. Blushing and fidgeting nervously, questioning if they should be hearing this.
"How so?" Cunxin asks.
Wukong hesitated but decided just to outright say it. "He slept with me for an entire week."
Cunxin and her maids gave him a perplexed expression. "Doesn't...he always do that?" She says confused.
"No. I mean, he 'slept' with me for an entire week." Wukong emphasizes slept. "And any free time he had, he came to my room for a quickie."
Years ago, the night after Cunxin and Erlang's official consummation after two years of marriage.
"Jian?" Wukong rubs the sleep out of his eyes as he hears Erlang burst into his room. "What are you doing here? It's not even daylight yet." Wukong yawns, stretching his back before slowly drifting back to sleep.
Erlang gave him a look that looked like he was holding something in and was checking if it was safe to...let go. He noticed how he gave a quick glance to Xingjun, who was sleeping peacefully in her crib, then back to him.
"I was just...wondering how you were doing," He lowly and hesitantly says. Wukong groans in annoyance, turning his back to Erlang as he tries to go to sleep again. "Isn't it a little too early to be wondering that?"
Erlang just hums.
Wukong's skin prickles as Erlang strides up to his bed, looming over him. "How have you been, Shi Hou?" Erlang softly asks. "I told you I'm fine." He grumbles. "Now, let me sleep. Xingjun didn't want to go to sleep till late last night. I'm tired."
"...Is she deep asleep now, then?"
"Mm-hmm. I took a shower with the door open and even accidentally dropped an empty shampoo bottle, and she still didn't wake up. She's koncked out." Wukong deeply exhaled. "Now, let me sleep already!"
Wukong hears Erlang grumble annoyed. "Well, unlike you, I'm having trouble sleeping."
"Go to Lao Tzu for a sleeping pill, then. Or drink some chamomile tea, I don't care. Just Let. Me. Sleep!!" Wukong growls. He tucks his blanket under his chin and squirms further into his bed to try to fall asleep again. "I don't like using substances for something as simple as sleep. I'm just filled with...unnecessary energy that I need to release," Erlang argued. "Then go to the practice field and let off some steam. JUST LET ME SLEEP-!!" Wukong hisses. Erlang groans impatiently.
Wukong's eyelids shoot open as he feels Erlang shove him further into the bed as he crawls in with him. "What the-!?"
"All I need is a little assistance," Erlang asks, lips and breath close to Wukong's ear. Wukong looks at him with an expression of confused shock. He knew his husband was an energetic man. He just didn't think he ever needed his help for such a thing.
Owlishly blinking and scoffing in disbelief, Wukong just turned back to fall asleep. "I don't know what you want me to do. I'm tired and I don't have the stamina that you have."
"You don't need to do much." Erlang breathes next to Wukong's cheek. The warm breath sends a tingle through his body. "Just lie here and...let me release some energy."
"What exactly does me being still in bed help you release-?"
The words get caught in his throat when Erlang's hand snaked down his hip, past his thigh, and pressed against his crotch. "Er...Erlang?" He mutters in confusion. Erlang rubs his cheek against Wukong's, humming in satisfaction when he feels the body under him twitch and squirm. "What are you doing?" Wukong asked, airy and nervous. He mewled when the hand snuck past the opening of his night robe and slipped past, squeezing and kneading his flesh. A broken moan escaped when Erlang's hand slid in between his buttocks, fingers slithering past his flesh lips and inside his cunt. "Erlang~!" Wukong moaned, bucking his hips to further get friction from the fingers. Erlang breathed hot and heavy next to Wukong's ear. The little squeaks and gasps excite him, making his blood pump faster, the energy that was already about to boil over threatening to spark free and pump into Wukong.
"Nngh-!" Wukong grits his teeth. Erlang's other hand slipped under Wukong, tugging the end of his robe, planting his hand on the exposed pec, deeply massaging the muscles, pinching his nipple every so often. Wukong can't help but release a high-pitched, broken gasp. His consort was trapped in his arms, free for him to grope and fondle his flesh.
Wukong bit his bottom lip, pinching his eyes closed the faster the fingers digging in his cunt stretch and drag. He reached behind him and gripped Erlang's waist. "Aah-! Erlang! Why are you doing this!?" Wukong begged, pitched and desperate. "What if we wake up Xingjun?"
"You said she was deep asleep." Erlang, with a huskier tone, reminds him. Licking the shell of Wukong's ear, gently biting the tip of his pointy ear. "Make as much noise as you want. Release all your sounds of need and want." He breathes behind his ear.
Wukong still held himself back. Releasing only squeaks and quiet gasps. He grips Erlang's wrists, his body writhes and bucks the longer Erlang toys with his sex. Wukong took a deep breath as the sound of his sex further getting wet filled the room. Erlang pushes Wukong so his chest was pressed against the mattress, lying on top of him, digging his finger harder in his partner's sex.
The fingers inside Wukong's sex oscillate at a faster and rougher pace. The bed creaks and rocks from the sheer forces of their movement. Wukong's clawed fingers clenched the bed sheets, his toes curled the tighter his core tightened in his lower belly.
"Erlang...!" Wukong whines. "I'm...I'm...!"
"Go ahead," Erlang growled. "Let go."
Wukong released his yell of ecstasy. Gasping and mewling as he rode his high. His cunt clenched as more of his come slides out.
Wukong sighs as he calms down. Exhaling, he relaxes as he starts to drift back to sleep. His eyes spring open when his ears catch the sound of Erlang's belt being unbuckled. Slowly, he looks over his shoulder to witness what his oversexed "husband" was planning to do.
"Oh nooo...." Wukong trembled.
He's not one to use those awful, overly detailed and cringeworthy "poems" on sex, where they describe a man's penis as a "mountain", "a tree", "a weapon", or possibly the worst, "a meat stick." But looking at Erlang's cock... It was obvious his "weapon" was ready to spear him like a pig.
Present time.
Cunxin looked at him calmly but with wide eyes. The maids-in-waiting, with red painted cheeks, lean closer to further hear his salacious story. Wukong huffs exhausted, throwing his right leg over his left, adjusting his vest. "He wasn't even subtle about it." He snipped. "Most of the time he would just waltz into my room, tell me to drop trou, and spread 'em."
Cunxin nodded sympathetically. Despite how noble the Celestials like to proclaim they are, as long as they carried emotions, needs, and beliefs that didn't prevent them from reproducing, it was bound to lead to something when tensions got high and emotions clashed.
"And then I would say 'yes, sir' and hours later we'd rest, then start back again when he caught his breath."
Cunxin changed her mind and hoped he and Erlang split their skulls open against the headboard of their bed mid coitus.
"Wukong-!"
"Cunxin, c'mon!" Wukong interrupted, exasperated. "I've tried. I've really tried. But he's stubborn about this. I mean, it's not like you also weren't uncomfortable when you two did it."
"Of course I was uncomfortable," She agreed. "But women have been forced for decades to consummate and carry heir's even when they were against it. This is nothing to me. I was prepared for this ever since I flowered." Wukong couldn't help but nod in agreement. "So, it's easy for me. And despite not being a woman, you also know about the difficulties and prejudices of bearing children."
I mean, she's not wrong, Wukong thought. The bigotry he received when he agreed to have children despite being a man wasn't new to him. During his pillaging years, the Demon King's and Lord's who tried to court him kept referring to him as "the Homemaker" and "Darling."
Those demons went missing after that.
And the day he was titled as Erlang's "Imperial Noble Consort," he considered the Celestial's lucky that his powers were dampened and he was locked away because he would've flown to the Child-Bearing River and forced them to guzzle down the river water just to let them experience how hard it was to carry children.
The pain him and Cunxin shared wasn't surprising.
It was just annoying.
"Yeah, I get." Wukong lamely agreed.
"Exactly. As much as it pains the both of us, we made a commitment. He may also be the Jade Emperor, but he vowed in front of thousands that he would dutifully keep to his promises."
Wukong just sighed. Tapping the tip of his sharp, black nail on the table, agitated. "Cunxin, I-"
"Wukong, please!" Cunxin reached out and clasped his hands. "I truly want this." She pleaded in a voice he would never have thought she would reveal to him. He groaned with discomfort and agony. "Fine, fine! I'll try."
"Thank you." Cunxin slowly released his hands. "But I gotta warn ya, if I do, it's probably going to be months before I can convince him to even think about sleeping with you."
"That's all I ask."
===
Yellow Tusk stares at Wukong, who sat in front of him, nervous and agitated, avoiding his gaze like a child who just spoke his first curse word and was now being punished. "I'm sorry, Wukong. I believe I might have heard you incorrectly. Did you just ask me for advice on how you can excite Erlang Shen enough so he could impregnate his wife?"
"Why do you say it like I'm asking you to keep him down and help me assault him?" Wukong said. "Because, Wukong, what you are asking me to help you with is...is...odd." Yellow Tusk's face scrunched with disgust. "Yellow Tusk, all I'm asking you is to help me, I don't know, figure out how to excite a cisgender man enough to want to produce a baby."
"Wukong, he's your designated husband. Shouldn't you already know this?"
"Of course I do. But he doesn't like women. There has to be a way to convince him to sleep with Cunxin."
"Wukong." Yellow Tusk pinched his eyes closed, removing his glasses with obvious impatience, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You're asking for the impossible. You can't change someone's sexual preferences."
"I know that, too! But Cunxin is desperate. She wants another kid, but getting Erlang excited enough to forget he's sleeping with a woman is like taking a celibate monk to a brothel. I should know, I did that."
Yellow Tusk gives him a double-take.
"It was during my pilgrimage. Me and my brothers were being chased by a squadron sent by the king of a kingdom we were staying in. Zhu Baije, like the sex crazed pig he was, tried to sleep with the king's daughter. She told her father, and we had to book it." Wukong revealed.
Yellow Tusk was starting to understand why Wukong was so irritable when they saw each other again during his pilgrimage.
"As we were running away, we, because despite how much they'll deny it, were cursed by the gods and caught the attention of a local demon lord, too. He heard about our pilgrimage and my master, so he tried to stop us and eat my master. We couldn't stop or else the humans would have caught us, so we were forced to lie low for a couple of days. Luckily enough, there was a brothel just outside the city for the soldiers. We asked them if they could hide us, and they were surprisingly willing."
Yellow Tusk wonders why this part of Wukong's pilgrimage wasn't in his legend.
"It would've been fun if they didn't keep flirting with my master and I had to keep threatening Zhu Baije to keep it in his pants because if I found out he knocked up even one of the ladies, I would've ripped his dick off." Wukong took a spoonful of his pint of peach ice cream and plopped it in his mouth, chewing and tasting the sweet treat before continuing. "Not surprisingly, they were very educated in the art of sex. Like, did you know that the average time for sex between two people is only seven minutes? It made me wonder if Erlang takes some kind of supplements or drinks to, you know, make him go longer. I found out he doesn't take anything. I asked the ladies what was the reason then. They said religious men just have that much pent-up energy."
Yellow Tusk realized why this part of Wukong's pilgrimage wasn't part of the legend.
"By the skies..." Yellow Tusk mutters.
"I know. I would've thought that energy would be gone by now, but I guess he just holds in a lot. I mean, look at what he did to me. My powers dampened a little, and he knocked me up on the first try." Wukong crudely chuckled. "He was holding in, like, a lot. And he pumped it straight into my-"
"Wukong!!" Yellow Tusk loudly interrupted him. "Please! I do not want to hear more of your...escapades."
"Sorry." Wukong taps the ice scream tub with his spoon. The rhythmic soft tapping steadies his turbulent thoughts. "My point is that I need help to do the impossible."
Yellow Tusk exhales. "Wukong, listen. What you are already asking of me is... Incongruous?" Yellow Tusk had trouble titling his current struggles. "How is this odd?" Wukong asks.
Yellow Tusk places his spoon inside his ice scream pint of banana white chocolate ice cream. "It is odd, because you're basically asking me to help you and the new Jade Emperor, because we killed the previous one, 'impregnate' the new Jade Empress of the Celestial Realm that we almost destroyed, and to lengthen the line of the new Jade Emperor, who, at one point, was our enemy."
"I thought you said you were at peace with your situation."
"I am. But this is...new. The idea of tricking the Jade Emperor to impregnate his wife is very...morally questionable."
"He'll know about this!"
"When?"
"...Hopefully, when Cunxin is successfully pregnant with his new heir." Wukong avoided his pointed look. Yellow Tusk quietly groans in discomfort. "Come on, Yellow Tusk," Wukong begged. "Isn't there some way that Cunxin can get knocked up?"
"There is only one other way that I can think of that doesn't require drinking water from the Child-Bearing river."
"What's that?"
"Artificial Insemination."
"What in the world is that?"
"It is a process where a woman is impregnated using her chosen man's...specimen, insert it into a specific device, then, inserting the specimen into the uterus and leave it there until the uterus properly accepts the specimen."
"Okay, then why don't we use that method?"
"Three reasons. One, can you tell me for certain that the conservative Celestial Realm will accept such a modern and mechanical way of conception?"
Wukong exhaled. "Probably not."
"Exactly. Second, the guaranteed percentage she would be a hundred percent impregnated using this method is abysmally low."
"How low?" Wukong sweats.
"Ten percent low."
"Great." Wukong huffed. Shaking his head, he asks his other question, "And what's the last reason?"
"It's a method mainly used for cattle."
Oh, is all Wukong thought. "I believe the Celestial Realm, especially the Jade Empress, would find this method barbaric and insulting at best, despite how modern it is now." Yellow Tusk continued to explain.
Wukong releases a long and annoyed groan, dragging his palms down his face. "Then what can we do?"
"I truly don't know. If you were able to seduce him enough to consider sleeping with Cunxin, why not do it again?"
"Because after I did, he came back so grossed out, he wouldn't let me sleep for a whole week!"
Why do I keep asking? Yellow Tusk reprimanded himself.
"For hours all night, we fucked. When I was taking a shower, we fucked. For pete sake, when he got a thirty-minute break, we fucked." Yellow Tusk shook his head. "It freaked him out, Yellow Tusk."
"But why did he do it then if it would affect him so psychologically?"
Wukong huffed through his nose, his eyes morose. "Because he felt it was his duty."
Yellow Tusk felt...conflicted after the admission. "His duty?"
Wukong nodded. "After taking the role, he felt that he had to keep to his duty, no matter how it went against his beliefs. He, willingly, chose to be the Jade Emperor. He made me his Consort. And he chose Cunxin as his legal wife. He made all of these choices, so he needed to suffer the consequences." Wukong said, his heated voice weakening at the end. "He's sacrificed a lot, Yellow Tusk. Much more than he ever has."
Yellow Tusk didn't really want to humanize Erlang Shen.
He is a god of "justice" who sided with injustice. A man who, with a troubled past that still troubled him dearly, sided with the people who gave him that pain. That trauma. He blindly, with no question, took his infamous three-pronged spear and stabbed his "justice" to those his masters deemed unworthy. A god who let himself be controlled like a dog. A god who has the power to make his same masters tremble in fear. There is freedom in death and living in chains. And he chose the chains. In the end, he was like every other "god," mortal and fearful of oblivion.
So to hear he is in such a...simple but life-changing dilemma, it conflicted with his previous image of him. A man he thought so heartless, loved his paramour so much, cheating on him felt like death. A man who supported strict judgment sacrificed his freedom for the sake of others.
His views were skewed, at best. Simple and to the point.
It seems those views are cleaned every day by reality.
"If that is the case, Wukong, I would suggest a professional for this situation." Yellow Tusk calmly advises. Wukong looks back at Yellow Tusk in confusion. "A specialist? What kind of 'specialist'?"
"An experienced specialist."