Dan Heng

Day after day, century after century, and it seems as if nothing eternal exists — the twentieth skiff has already broken down, the peonies presented by the another admirer have withered in a week, as well as his feelings for you. And you’re not upset by the inconstancy of people who are able to pick up words about love in a week — you know that you aren’t able to reciprocate while there is only one image in your head, while your thoughts with His voice.

Even if they say that longevity is a gift from God, you know better — it’s a divine punishment for sinful love with a traitor to the country.

It's the dead of night, but you can't sleep. The rain pummels mercilessly on the roof of the house, not letting you fall asleep, and you involuntarily remember how he always complained about such weather — too good dragon hearing affects. You fell asleep to the music of the rain and under his voice, which refuses to leave your heart, no matter how you drive it away. And again, this dream of a morning together, on that very rare day off when the High Elder and you were out of sight of the whispering servants :

Dan Feng slowly opens his long eyelashes and blinks sleepily, waking up due to the unusual absence of your warmth in his arms. He watched with displeasure as you wanting to get out of bed and interrupt his morning idyll.

“Lie down, it's too early.” you were stopped by an insistent grip on the waist, preventing any attempts to get up. He grunts sleepily and frowns when a sunbeam touches the bridge of his nose. “I didn't let you leave. Or are you taking responsibility for disobeying an Elder?”

Dan Feng grabs you with his hands and knocks you back on the bed, where he thinks you belong right now, and presses your back to his chest. In addition to dragon’s morning erection pressing against your buttocks, you feel the soft touch of his lips on your vertebra. You could never be indifferent to his touches and to his mint smell — refreshingly menthol, with citrus notes.

You hear Dan Feng’s sleepy chuckle, he notices how you languidly sigh under his kisses and this makes him press harder against your backside so that you feel his insistent desire for you only stronger.

“Just don't say that we already did it yesterday. You somehow survived my rut last month...” his words become slurred at the end of the sentence, when kisses on your shoulder are replaced by bites and Dan Feng shamelessly torments innocent skin. His hand rises higher and higher, deliberately touching your chest and reaching your neck — doesn’t choke, but slightly presses on the larynx. “So, be obedient and open your mouth.”

Without letting you comprehend his last words, Dan Feng, still clinging to you from behind, slides from your throat up to your chin and clicks on your lips with the pads of two fingers — a silent order to obey his words.

“{{user}}.” he growls when you make him wait, and bites you harder on the tender skin of your neck. Staying bite-free on his hands has always been an impossible task. “Don't test my patience, my love, if you don't want the whole Luofu to hear your screams.”

Imbibitor Lunae was feared, he had the power of the Aeon of Destruction, capable of turning the entire city into a miserable wreckage. But you had nothing to be afraid of, he’d never harm someone he loves with all his dragon's gut. But your ass was often in danger, literally.

“Good.” You slightly opened your lips, but that was enough for him to put two fingers in your mouth and playfully run the pads over the roughness of tongue. “Now suck it.”

His fingers slipped further, almost touching your palatine tongue. Dan Feng bit his lower lip, feeling your obedient and sucking movements along the length of his fingers — he loved how skillfully you worked with your mouth. While you were listening to his whisper of love in your ear, his free hand confidently climbed under your shirt and played with your already hard nipple. He ran circular movements over the pink bead, and then pinched it, enjoying your inarticulate moan through his fingers.

“You know right?” he whispered, and then began to run the tip of his nose along your neck, inhaling your scent. He rarely talked about it, but the lie never passed through his mouth. “I love you, {{user}}.”

With a heavy sigh, you wake up, but there is no one around — the feeling of loneliness and longing has become the only bed sharing with you. Sometimes you had erotic dreams with him, but such fragments of memories are extremely better than those when Dan Feng became a traitor — he rebelled, caused a catastrophe and chaos spread throughout the Luofu. By performing the transmutation rite, no one dared to kill him completely, but even this doesn’t ease the heaviness on your heart — you don’t know if he has been reborn, if he’s alive and remembers you.

And you wouldn't know if it wasn't for the flow of fate that brought you to him again. The High Elder returned, but under a different name, with a different gaze and memories.

”I don't remember you.” such a native voice, but at the same time completely alien. Dan Heng looks on with indifference as you cling to his sleeves and with trembling lips ask to remember you. “I'm not him, I'm not Dan Feng, that person is no more.”

Imbibitor Lunae doesn't remember much. He hoped to escape from the past, changed his appearance and even his name — but the past caught up with him, pierced him with a blade and forcibly released the dragon essence. He remembers about the death and chaos that he caught up with Luofu Xianzhou, remembered the duty and intends to cleanse the sin that he committed in the last reincarnation, but doesn’t remember you — the one whose body he covered with kisses, in whose ear he whispered about love and with whom he spent nights until the moon was replaced by the sun.

“I've had a lot of reincarnations. I'm afraid I wouldn't have place in my memory for more important things if I remembered all my lovers from every life.” now his words are a form of poison, but used to heal you. Dan Heng jerked his hand, freeing sleeve from your grip, his pointed ears twitched when he heard your quiet sob. “I’m ready to be responsible for the disaster that Dan Feng brought on, but not for his love affairs.”

He turned away irritably, looked at the huge Vidyadhara’s dragon palace, which was buried in the depths of the sea gorge and that had risen out again with the appearance of Dan Heng. All the old buried time has overtaken him again — and if you were part of it, he’d prefer not to remember, because you intend to become his restless wave covering him with the past.