Shen Qingqiu shivers, his mouth opening silently as Binghe thrusts. He knows it's not just bluster--the power Luo Binghe wields over him right now is nearly absolute, and that's not even counting the parasites. But there's something almost sweet about him saying it, anyway, like he needs Shen Qingqiu to know, to feel his power, to recognize him as a dangerous man. He runs his hands through Binghe's hair, soothing. "My emperor," he breathes. "You will not hurt me. Let go."

A little voice in his brain protests what are you saying, don't you feel how big he is to which he responds, yes, idiot, I can hardly feel anything else!!! It'll be fine. Most of the women Binghe fucks aren't even close to Shen Qingqiu's level of cultivation, and they survive the experience.