Binding the Dragon for the Empress Chapter 7

Only Yan Yuan

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Angel: WARNING, this chapter includes an explicit sex scene

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During Yan Yuan's absence from the palace, the Prime Minister was in charge of the court. Now that he had returned to the palace, it was time he resumed the morning court.

It was after five o'clock and the sky was white as a fish's belly when the eunuch announced in a low voice outside his bedchamber that it was time for Yan Yuan to get up for the morning. Yan Yuan was used to getting up, but he was sleeping soundly with Xuan Long, so he frowned and refused to pay attention to the old eunuch outside. (Angel: 'The sky was white as a fish's belly' means that the sky is bright even though the sun has not yet risen.)

He is only 19 years old, and although he is the emperor of the world, his childishness has not yet receded.

In front of his subjects, he has to stand tall and hide his true emotions in order to gain the trust of others, but in front of those close to him, he has never bothered to hide them.

Seeing that the people outside were in a hurry, Xuan Long gently touched Yan Yuan's hand that was circled around his waist, “A'Yuan."

The voice was mellow and gentle, completely different from Xuan Long's icy appearance. Hearing that, Yan Yuan's anger had mostly subsided, he didn't want to remember it anymore. He opened his eyes reluctantly, hugged Xuan Long's waist and pressed himself close to him, moving over for a passionate, wet kiss.

Xuan Long suffered in silence, his ears quietly tinged with red. He always seemed a bit mute in this regard, and did not know how to respond, for fear of drawing mockery and ridicule, so he simply did not respond and cooperated with Yan Yuan in whatever way he wanted.

The kissing became a little steamy, and the temperature inside the bedchamber gradually rose. Yan Yuan's hand slid all the way down his naked body and stopped between the man's legs, “A'Po, I want to…"

Xuan Long subconsciously separated his legs a little. Although that area was still wounded, he could still bear it.

There was a faint cold fragrance on his body that seemed to be innate, and it smelled particularly soothing. Yan Yuan was already obsessed with Xuan Long's body, and smelling that smell when he was in the mood was even more overwhelming.

Yan Yuan's eyes changed, and he poked two fingers in at random. Xuan Long's body tensed up violently, and his face turned white.

Noticing the difference, Yan Yuan drew back his hand, stretched out the quilt to look at it, and frowned, "It's bleeding."

Only then did he remember that Xuan Long had been injured last night.

"I'm sorry, I forgot..." Yan Yuan said guiltily.

His peach blossom eyes were naturally pure, always telling Xuan Long to look at him and be soft, so he indulged again and again.

"It's alright. Just come in." Xuan Long gently grabbed Yan Yuan's hand and put it between his legs.

He always looked so calm in everything he did, oblivious to his own charms, and Yan Yuan's breath caught in his throat as he asked nervously.

"Don't you know that it hurts?"

Naturally, he knew.

He was terrified of pain, it was very painful when he was madly beaten with a whip by his mother as a child, and it was painful when his dragon's horn was chopped off.

But no one had ever asked him if it hurt.

He had long been used to putting up with it.

Now that he had someone who cared whether he was in pain or not, he would not want to make them worry and feel sad.

That was how he was; when someone was kind to him, he returned the favour a million percent.

"Perhaps I was born with a dull sense of pain."

It was the first time Yan Yuan had heard such a statement: "Really?…"

“En." Xuan Long looked at him quietly.

In fact, if he thought about it, he would know whether what he said was true or not. If it was true, why would he look so pale?

At the moment, Yan Yuan was too engrossed to care too much. In his eyes, Xuan Long was a profound Taoist, not as fragile as a human, and a small injury was not a big deal. He just needs to be more careful.

“A'Po, you're the one I like the most." Yan Yuan happily went over and kissed Xuan Long on the side of his face. He lifted one of his long legs, placed his huge sex organ against the red and swollen rear hole from last night's excessive sex, and slowly pushed it in.

Xuan Long's body trembled slightly as he entered, and the sex organ that lay dormant in front of him remained weak, with no sign of erection. He was in so much pain that he was a little speechless, but luckily Yan Yuan couldn't see his expression in such a position. Xuan Long curled his lips awkwardly and tried to keep his voice steady, "Me too…"

I, too, like you the most.

With the lubrication from the blood, Yan Yuan entered and exited easily. The narrow hole was so tight and hot, the pleasure almost made his soul soar. While clasping Xuan Long's much thinner than average waist and thrusting vigorously, he brushed away his raven black hair and kissed him delicately on the back of his neck, gasping, “A'Po, so comfortable… "

"So comfortable..."

The eunuch outside the door heard the sound of the bed creaking and swaying inside the bedchamber. He first froze, and when he reacted, he was so shocked that he retreated to the side. He knew that Yan Yuan had brought a man of extraordinary appearance back to the palace yesterday, but he did not expect that it was such a relationship.

In fact, there was nothing strange about it, as the emperors of the Darong Dynasty have always had three palaces, six harems, and three thousand beauties in their harems. It was shocking that Yan Yuan once said that he wanted to be with Ning Zhiyu for the rest of his life.

No one expected an exception to be made so soon.

The fierce ‘pa pa' of flesh colliding continued in the bedchamber. Xuan Long's breath was shattered by the impact, he wrinkled his brow, and his long bony fingers clutched the brocade quilt beneath him, before he squeezed out a sentence, "It is good that you are happy."

"Happy. I am very happy." Yan Yuan said, plunging harder and harder into the depths, while his hand moved unfaithfully between Xuan Long's legs, stopping at the place where they met.

The thick penis stretched the crimson hole to its fullest, without any wrinkles, and as Yan Yuan thrust and touched the site, he asked in Xuan Long's ear, “A'Po, you are so small here, why can you accommodate me?"

If he were a normal person, he would have been able to hear the teasing in his tone, but Xuan Long, who was not a mortal and had been alone for a long time, was so wooden in nature that he endured the pain and answered seriously, "I don't know."

Yan Yuan laughed lowly and nibbled on Xuan Long's earlobe, "Maybe we were born to be a couple, that's why we fit together like this."

He was really talking nonsense with his eyes wide open. He had obviously forced his way in without giving the dragon any comfort at all, but he was still talking so well.

Xuan Long was happy to hear those words. A natural couple, he murmured in his heart, and faithfully responded, "Mmm."

Match made in heaven.

Yan Yuan got tired of touching the place of intercourse, his hand explored Xuan Long's body, touched his dangling soft part, and wondered, "They say dragons are lustful by nature, but you always look like you have a pure heart with no desire, why has there been no response here?… It can't be a problem with your body, can it?"

For thousands of years, Xuan Long has been devoted to cultivating his spirit, regardless of mortal affairs. It is true that he had lived a pure life without desires, so he did not know these things. When he heard Yan Yuan say that, he was suddenly a little embarrassed inside, and his cold face showed some bewilderment.

Yan Yuan tried to use his hand to jerk him up and down, but the pain in Xuan Long's back was so severe that the love affair was like torture, so naturally he did not respond.

The sweat drenched his body, and the cold scent of his good taste grew stronger and stronger. Yan Yuan followed his demons and suddenly got up and changed his position, spreading Xuan Long's long, strong, thin legs apart and thrusting them to his face. He pounded faster and faster, lowering himself to kiss Xuan Long's icy turquoise eyes.

"No matter what you become, I won't hate you."

He looked so beautiful the way he said the words of love.

Yan Yuan's dark hair fell over the bed and Xuan Long's body, and his lust tinted his already stunning face with a peachy hue, which was stunningly beautiful but not at all feminine.

At nineteen, the emperor was already in the shape of a man, standing up a little taller than Xuan Long and quite a bit stronger than him with his clothes off.

“A'Po, A'Po."

As he released into Xuan Long's body, Yan Yuan leaned in his ear and called his name over and over again, causing Xuan Long's entire ear to burn.

He seemed to really love him.

How else could he be so gentle?

The first time I saw a man in my arms, I still refused to get up. He used to think that the phrase 'the night is short and the day is high, from now on the king does not go to court in the morning' was too absurd; as an emperor, how could he delay the government because of lust? It was only after he had a taste of it himself that he realised the beauty of it.

In fact, Xuan Long was not his type. He loved Ning Zhiyu; loved his gentleness, loved his soft nature, unlike Xuan Long who was so strong that he did not need protection.

Ning Zhiyu was different. As the son of the Prime Minister's concubine, it was because of his protection that he was able to live out his life in peace. Men will always be protective of the weak, and besides, Ning Zhiyu had been his lover in his previous life.

Yan Yuan had once promised to be with Ning Zhiyu for the rest of his life, but now that he had broken his promise, he often felt guilty. And yet he could not help himself from having fun with Xuan Long, so he reassured himself that it was all just to achieve his goal.

Thinking this way made him feel better and his guilt lessened significantly. He wrapped his arms around Xuan Long's waist and looked at the man's handsome, cold features, asking, “A'Po, why do you always have to wear a mask? It's too much of a nuisance, so take it off."

Xuan Long paused, his voice a little hoarse from the affair he had just had, "My face is ugly, it will scare you."

"It won't." Yan Yuan said as he reached out to remove the dark golden bronze mask from his face.

Just as he touched it, Xuan Long clasped his wrist and turned his head to look at him quietly.

"It really won't." Yan Yuan assured.

Xuan Long stared at him for a moment, turned his head to look at the bright yellow tent above him, and only after a long time did he say calmly, "Mother has disliked me since I was a child, because of my ugly appearance."

"All beings in the world are repulsed by the sight of me, but you are the only one who does not hate me."

"I am afraid that if you see my real face, you will not like me anymore."

Yan Yuan didn't expect Xuan Long to be so sensitive at heart despite his cold exterior, so he was stunned for a moment and spoke without thinking, "I promise, no matter what you become, A'Po will be A'Po, and my love for you will never change."

Xuan Long couldn't help but look at Yan Yuan, whose peach blossom eyes were as warm as water and full of sincerity.

Yan Yuan slowly extended his hand over to him, and he did not dodge.

The dark gold mask, engraved with ancient Sanskrit inscriptions, was finally removed. Even though Yan Yuan was mentally prepared, he could not help but draw a cold breath when he saw Xuan Long's full face.

Looking only at the left side of his face, he was handsome and cold, with a straight nose, which was an excellent appearance. But on the right side of his face was a horrific, palm-sized scar, which was raised and a purple-red colour, with twisted growths like centipedes on top, which almost ruined all beauty.

Yan Yuan didn't feel that it was ugly, he just felt an unexplained gnawing pain in his heart, gnawing away as if his soul was tearing up, making him feel the urge to cry, "How could this happen?…"

"Maybe it's because I did something wrong in my previous life and it left marks on my face." Compared to Yan Yuan, Xuan Long himself was quite indifferent.

“A’Po, my heart aches for you." Yan Yuan reached out and embraced the man.

Xuan Long curved his lips lightly and whispered, "If you don't dislike it, I have no fear."

With the rest of the people, he was indifferent.

It was only Yan Yuan.

After looking at him, Xuan Long put the mask back on. Even if Yan Yuan didn't mind, he was afraid that the other party would get tired of looking at his face.

Seeing that the sun was getting hotter and hotter outside, and that it would be unreasonable to stay away any longer, Yan Yuan called the eunuchs outside to come in and help him put on his dragon robe, then spoke to the dragon inside the bright yellow tent, “A'Po, I have to go to court, I will be back at midday to accompany you for lunch."

“En." A low male voice came from within the tent, causing the grand eunuch to become more and more curious as to what kind of person could make Yan Yuan so obsessed that he even missed the morning court and called himself 'I' in front of him.

After putting on the dragon robe and the crown, Yan Yuan hurriedly had to leave, but stopped after a few steps and turned back to say, “A'Po, the dragon scales…"

Ning Zhiyu's body couldn't wait another day.

"I'll give them to you at midday." The pain of pulling out the scales was nothing when Xuan Long thought of the warmth he felt just now.

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Translator Notes

Please feel free to comment any mistakes I made so I can improve and do better as I go through the book.

Translated: January 12, 2022