The carriage ride to the Obsidian Sanctuary was long and completely silent. When the black iron gates finally closed behind them, Li Yan was pushed into a massive, grand dining room. The table was long, surrounded by tall chairs and lit by heavy candles.
Li Yan did not sit down. He stood at the head of the table, pulling his shoulders back. He adjusted his collar, trying to pretend he was wearing his expensive corporate suit instead of loose white linen. He needed to take control of the situation.
"Sit down," Li Yan said, his voice dropping into his cold, commanding CEO tone. "Both of you. Right now."
Crown Prince Jing Yuchen raised a silver eyebrow. He pulled out a chair with slow grace and sat, leaning back to sip from a glass of red wine. He looked highly amused, as if watching a small animal try to roar. General Zhen Sheng chuckled, pulling a chair out next to the prince and sitting down with his boots resting right on the edge of the table.
"A board meeting?" Zhen Sheng laughed, shaking his head. "What rubbish is this, Duke? You are in exile, not a marketplace."
"Listen to me very carefully," Li Yan said, slamming his hand flat against the wood. He used his clear, direct business vocabulary.
"We are forced to live under the same roof because of an emergency contract. I understand that. But every good contract has boundaries.
Rule number one: We will have completely separate bedrooms. Rule number two: There will be a strict no-touching policy. No biting, no kissing, and absolutely no sex without written consent."
Jing Yuchen set his wine glass down with a soft click. "Separate rooms? No touching? You forget yourself, Mingxuan. You are an elite SS-Rank partner. Your sole purpose in this house is to keep our energies from destroying the province."
"I am a human being, not a battery!" Li Yan snapped. "I am setting boundaries to ensure we do not kill each other. Do you understand the terms?"
Zhen Sheng leaned all the way across the table. His large, muscular frame shadowed Li Yan completely.
He smiled, a dark, teasing grin, and blew a deep breath directly into Li Yan’s face. Along with his breath came a heavy, thick scent of hot cedar and burning iron.
"Ah..." Li Yan gasped, his knees instantly turning soft. He clutched the edge of the table to keep from falling as the general’s scent sent a sudden, unwanted wave of heat straight to his groin.
"Your terms mean nothing to our biology, sweet husband," Zhen Sheng whispered, his golden eyes flashing. "Your body is already melting, and we haven’t even touched you yet."
"Meeting adjourned," Li Yan choked out, turning on his heel and sprinting out of the room before they could see him shake.
Later that night, Li Yan stood inside his designated bedroom. The room was large and cold. He walked over to the heavy door and turned the iron key, clicking the lock firmly into place. He even dragged a heavy chair and pushed it under the handle.
"There," Li Yan muttered, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Let’s see them get through that. I am a straight man. I am not doing this again."
He lay down on the bed, his heart hammering against his ribs. He stared at the ceiling for an hour, trying to think of a way to hack the System or fix the empire’s economy so he could leave.
Suddenly, a strange, bright purple light glowed beneath the door.
Li Yan sat up quickly. He watched in absolute horror as the heavy iron lock began to glow red-hot, bubbling and melting into liquid metal right before his eyes.
The heavy chair slid out of the way as the door swung open with a slow, heavy creak.
Crown Prince Jing Yuchen stepped into the room, his hand glowing with the fading remnants of his royal Enigma magic.
Behind him came General Zhen Sheng, who closed the broken door and locked his arms over his broad chest.
"You locked the door," Jing Yuchen said, his voice flat and dangerous. "An unnecessary provocation."
"Get out!" Li Yan yelled, scrambling to the far side of the bed, pulling the blanket up to his chin. "I told you the rules! This is my private space!"
"We told you your rules mean nothing in bed," Zhen Sheng growled, walking forward.
Before Li Yan could jump off the mattress, the general lunged, grabbing his ankles and dragging him back across the sheets.
Li Yan fought wildly, kicking his legs and striking out with his fists, but his strength was nothing against them.
Jing Yuchen moved in, his large hands effortlessly stripping the white tunic and trousers from Li Yan’s body, leaving him completely bare and shivering under their intense gazes.
"Stop it! Do you know nothing about consent?" Li Yan screamed in pure frustration. The absolute lack of control, the humiliation of his corporate mind being trapped in a submissive body, and the sheer terror of his situation finally broke him. Tears spilled over his eyes, hot and fast, soaking into the sheets.
"Just leave me alone! Please! I want to go home!"
The sight of Li Yan crying caused a sudden, sharp silence to fall over the room.
Zhen Sheng froze, his grip on Li Yan’s waist tightening. He looked up at the prince, his golden eyes narrowing in anger. "You pressed him too hard with your magic, Prince. Look at him. He’s terrified."
"Me?" Jing Yuchen sneered, his violet eyes flashing with defensive rage. "You were the one who dragged him across the bed like a piece of meat, General. If you knew how to handle an elite partner properly, he wouldn’t be weeping."
"You arrogant royal bastard," Zhen Sheng growled, letting go of Li Yan and stepping toward the prince. "Want to see how a brute handles things?"
The two men unleashed their pheromones instantly. The cold, suffocating ozone of the Enigma clashed violently with the hot, burning iron of the Alpha. The air in the bedroom grew so heavy that the glass windows began to rattle.
Li Yan curled into a ball, clutching his head as the clashing energies tore through his mind. The golden bond tattoo on his wrist began to burn like fire.
He realized with cold clarity that if these two started a real fight right here, the bond would shatter, the estate would explode, and they would all die bloody deaths.
He had to settle them. It was a terrible business sacrifice, but he had to do it to survive.
"Stop!" Li Yan choked out through his tears, pushing himself up on his shaky elbows. He looked at both of them, his voice trembling. "Don’t... don’t fight. Just... come here."
The two men stopped immediately, their heavy scents cooling down as they turned to look at him.
Zhen Sheng was the first to move, his expression turning into a dark, satisfied smirk as he crawled back onto the mattress. He pinned Li Yan’s arms above his head, his heavy body pressing down. "A wise choice, Duke."
Jing Yuchen moved to the other side, his silver hair brushing against Li Yan’s cheek as he leaned down to whisper, "Good boy."
Zhen Sheng did not wait.
He lifted Li Yan’s hips, aligned his cock, and pushed deeply into the wet, tight asshole in one heavy thrust.
"Ahhh!" Li Yan cried out, his head throwing back as the massive thickness filled him completely, stretching his inner walls to the absolute limit.
Jing Yuchen immediately leaned down, capturing Li Yan’s mouth in a deep, breath-stealing kiss to catch his screams, while his fingers stroked Li Yan’s burning skin. The feeling of the dick moving in and out of him was relentless.
Zhen Sheng pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, hit after hit, making a loud, wet squelching sound that echoed through the quiet room.
Li Yan hated his straight-man pride as his hips began to lift on their own, moving against the general’s heavy grinds. He was completely trapped between the prince’s dominant touch and the general’s brutal pacing.
They took turns throughout the night, switching positions and showing him no mercy. Jing Yuchen took him from behind, his slow, deep thrusts hitting a sensitive spot that made Li Yan’s vision blur with intense, unwanted pleasure, while Zhen Sheng held his hands and kissed his tears away.
Li Yan was forced to allow them to dominate him completely, his voice crying out in raw, breathless pleasure over and over again until the dark night finally turned to dawn.