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“—zun? Shizun?”
Shang Qinghua was startled out of his thoughts by his head disciple. The pleasant but unremarkable NPC boy looked at him worriedly. He had been calling his Shizun for a while now.
“Shizun…. Forgive this disciple but are you ok?” the boy asked. He nervously clutched the inventory book between his hands. Nosy brat. If you know enough to look nervous you should know better than to ask.
“This master is fine. Forget whatever you are thinking, and concentrate on your work,” Shang Qinghua scolded. Be glad, brat, that I am your Shizun and not someone like the original Shen Qingqiu, who would have had you running around the mountain for days. Even Cucumber-bro, who was a lot milder, would still give a light swat with his fan. Though nowadays his transmigrator buddy left most of his disciples to study their cultivation on their own now that he and his prodigal son had gotten hitched and were happily travelling through the countryside.
The boy eeped and went back to checking the perfume samples that had been sent their way. As soon as the boy was distracted, Shang Qinghua let himself fall back into his thoughts again.
The truth, you see, was that things were not as fine as Shang Qinghua would like them to be.
His relationship with his king had improved greatly these past few weeks, ever since the incident at Mobei-Jun’s ascension to the throne and Shang Qinghua’s month of flight. Mobei-Jun had taken Shang Qinghua’s words to heart and had stopped with the beatings and careless shovings.
Instead, Mobei-Jun had found other ways to touch Shang Qinghua. His king now liked to lay his hand on top of Shang Qinghua’s head and keep it there after a few short strokes. Sometimes the hand even slipped lower and brushed the space between Shang Qinghua’s neck and shoulder. And when they went out in the cold and wind, Mobei-Jun’s hand would always find Shang Qinghua’s first. If Shang Qinghua got lucky and it got really cold, Mobei-Jun’s hand would even sneak around his waist and pull him closer.
With all this positive attention from his dream man, Shang Qinghua’s head would be in the clouds. Who could possibly resist? So much so that when he finally could leap into bed with Mobei-Jun and lose his virginity he had forgotten one crucial detail.
You see, this was not the normal version of PIDW that he had transmigrated into. When Airplane-juju was writing his masterpiece, he had often written a few AU’s of his story to keep himself fresh and maybe repurpose a few—a lot—of the ideas in them. Occasionally he would even release one of them as a bonus chapter for a little bit of easy money. One of these AU versions was the infamous A/B/O setting, with Luo Binghe as a dashing, irresistible alpha, who had all the omega sisters presenting themselves for him in all sorts of ways. How was Airplane-juju supposed to predict that it was this version he would end up transmigrating into?!
Most of the peak lords of Cang Qiong Mountain sect were either alpha or omega. In keeping with the genre, this could cause all sorts of problems. Sect meetings had to be scheduled and sometimes rescheduled to work around their sexy-in-theory-but-inconvenient-in-practice heats and ruts. After all, nobody wanted a repeat of that incident when the original Shen Qingqiu and Liu Qingge had both been near their ruts. The already short fuse between them had seemed so non-existent that day Shang Qinghua had worried they would burn down the peaks long before Luo Binghe would even set foot on the mountain. This was just one example of many.
Unlike his martial siblings, Shang Qinghua was—thankfully—a simple beta and thus did not experience such inconvenient things. He had a body that worked as it should, with no bouts of heats or ruts, nor could he smell their scents or subconsciously release any pheromones of his own! Not to mention being spared the whole mess of a lubricating—ahem. Either way, being a beta was an absolute perk if you asked Shang Qinghua! Who would want to know when his fellow peak lords were beginning to get horny. The drama between Yue Qingyuan and the original Shen Qingqiu alone would have cost him his sanity! No thank you, sir, he was fine as he was!
Mobei-Jun, naturally, was a certified alpha. How could his dream man be anything but?! His favourite was second only to the Heavenly alpha Luo Binghe himself. Protective, assertive, and loyal, not to mention looming. This was Mobei-Jun. If he growled a bit more and had sharper canines for creating mating marks, well, that was fine! No, it was more than fine!
It had also given him one more attribute. One Shang Qinghua had not factored in when getting between the sheets with his king. In all his enthusiasm he had not considered the real-life implications of having a large dick, and in the case of his alpha, a large knot to match. Shang Qinghua, who considered himself to have quite a high pain tolerance, had been absolutely speared on the mighty weapon. So much so that for once he had forgotten his survival instinct and hit Mobei-Jun in desperation.
They had stopped soon afterwards, Shang Qinghua weeping and Mobei-Jun growling in displeasure and neither of them happy with each other. It had resulted in a shouting match that had Shang Qinghua scrambling back to An Ding peak as soon as his aching hips allowed him. He had quickly cooled off in his empty room as he had started to miss his king immediately. But he needed not worry for long, as a few hours later Mobei-Jun had appeared in his leisure house with a bowl of handmade noodles and some healing salve.
All had been forgiven soon after that but things… had remained awkward between them and they had not attempted a second time. Which is why Shang Qinghua is now back on his peak fulfilling his peak lord duties by checking on the new perfume samples.
He brought his attention back to the crate of goods his head disciple was cataloguing.
“Shizun, if this one may ask, what do these potions do?” the head disciple asked as he marked the last ones down in his ledger after his count.
“These are Pheromone Perfumes,” Shang Qinghua explained, always happy to entertain a listening audience. “They will amplify the natural pheromones of an alpha or omega. It has multiple uses but most are applied during courtships.”
Normally something of this nature would be taken care of by Mu Qingfang, but since he was an omega it was deemed safer that Shang Qinghua handled these. Being a beta, he did not have any pheromones at all, which meant they could not be amplified either.
“I see,” the boy said. “Thank you for the explanation, Shizun. I have finished counting them all. The number matches the promised amount.”
The human merchants who had presented him with these had expressed desires to open up trade with the Demon Realm. Since Shang Qinghua was now one of the known liaisons between humans and demons they had sought out the Cang Qiong Mountain sect for their first trade deal. Sect leader Yue Qingyuan had approved of the deal, hoping to stimulate better relations between the two groups and thus Shang Qinghua had been put in charge. Right now he was inspecting the crate of samples with his head disciple and in a few days, he would introduce the merchants to some demon traders at an annual banquet for the northern clans hosted in the underground ice fortress.
“Good,” Shang Qinghua said as he grabbed one bottle. “Mu-shidi already confirmed these perfumes worked. I wonder what they would smell like.”
He shook the bottle and watched the thin purple liquid swirl around. With a sudden burst of curiosity, he opened the cap and gave the perfume a sniff before applying a drop to his nape.
He waited and waited. He gave another sniff.
Nothing seemed to have changed so far.
“You don’t smell any changes either, right?” he asked his head disciple.
The boy blushed and shook his head immediately.
“No, Shizun. Nothing of the sort.”
Oh well, guess that is that. No matter how you look at it, a beta is a beta.
“Very well,” Shang Qinghua said as he put the bottle back in the crate. “Put these in the storage for later. I have more work to attend.”
The boy bowed and hurried off with the crate.
Shang Qinghua sighed before brushing his bangs out of his face. He wasn’t lying when he said he had lots of work to do. A banquet in the underground ice palace meant that Mobei-Jun expected Shang Qinghua to organise it. Becoming somewhat sweet with his king had sadly not diminished his workload. Only a few days were left. He would have to hurry up his work here before returning to the Demon Realm.
There was no rest for peak lord Shang.
Three days later, the banquet was in full force and it was a testament to Shang Qinghua’s managing skills that no fights had broken out yet. It was always difficult to keep track of which demon clan had a feud with which—even Shang Qinghua’s God Author cheat could not help with keeping up to date with the many changes—but luckily he had seemed to get most of them right.
With a quick survey of the room, he could spot Sha Hualing laughing mercilessly at a story a few of her companions were telling her. Further in the room Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu were busy making eyes at each other and doing a weird flirty hand game that they clearly thought they were being subtle about. Shang Qinghua sneaked a glance at his king. He wondered if Mobei-Jun could be convinced to play footsie with him. Perhaps he could introduce it as a play fight with one’s feet. On second thought, his king might take it too literally and end up fighting with his whole strength; he would rather not have his entire leg broken, he’s had enough of that in his life!
On the opposite end were a few new demon clans who had recently joined Luo Binghe’s alliance. The clans hailed from the south and had rotated through a variety of leaders during the absence of Tianlang-Jun, but now they had banded together under the leadership of the cow tribe.
The tribe was filled with demons that were large, big-breasted—hey, Airplane had been in a cow milkie mood that day—and sported horns that framed their faces. The demon with the largest horns was deemed chief of the tribe. Any usurpers would have to challenge them to a battle and snap the horns off, making their own the largest. Shang Qinghua just hoped no such challenge would happen tonight. He just knew Shen Qingqiu would get involved in some way, as was his fate as the protagonist’s love interest, and with Luo Binghe’s vinegar drinking skills so close by it would lead to disaster.
Even further into the room, a rather nervous group of three humans were sticking close together. These were the perfume merchants that had wanted to start trading with the Demon Realm. As soon as one of them spotted Shang Qinghua looking at them, he shot Shang Qinghua a brief nervous smile, happy to see a familiar face but not daring to come closer when the demon ice king was standing so close by.
As always, Shang Qinghua had been keeping close to his king. Not that it had been difficult; for the entire duration of the banquet Mobei-Jun had not taken his eyes off of him.
Shang Qinghua shifted nervously. It certainly wasn’t the first time he’d been subject to his king’s unnerving bouts of silent staring, but right now his mind was immediately running back to the disaster that was their first attempt. He had thought they had somewhat made up again after, and yet it seemed that his king was even more tense than usual. His eyes would drift from Shang Qinghua’s face towards his neck and back up again with an intensity he usually reserved for his enemy on the battlefield... or the prey he was hunting.
Why, oh, why had he decided to wear a low-collared robe today. Anxiously, he started fidgeting with the collar. If you keep staring at my neck that intensely this servant might just think you want to hang him, my king!
Mobei-Jun inhaled deeply and his eyes travelled up again and met Shang Qinghua’s.
“My king?” Shang Qinghua asked, a bit flustered.
Mobei-Jun kept staring at him for a bit longer, an odd intensity in his gaze that made Shang Qinghua want to squirm, before seemingly coming to a decision.
“Shang Qinghua,” he said. “I must speak to Luo Binghe. Wait here.”
Shang Qinghua could barely nod before Mobei-Jun strode off.
Even though Shang Qinghua hated being left behind in this crowded hall of demons, his king, with his cloak swishing behind him, still looked very cool from the back.
Abruptly left alone, Shang Qinghua’s thoughts drifted right back to where they got stuck before his king’s departure. Guessing what his king was thinking was a difficult task on the best of days, but now it carried an awkward new note to it that Shang Qinghua did not appreciate or need on top of the whole disastrous-first-time-fiasco. At this rate, he would never get laid. Such was the cruel sting of reality.
Just when he was thinking about how to tell his king he wants another type of sting, he gets bonked on the head with a fan.
“I can hear you overthinking from across the room. What’s wrong?” Shen Qingqiu says.
“Cucumber-bro?” Shang Qinghua said, rubbing his head where Shen Qingqiu had hit him. “Why are you not with my prodigal son?”
“Stop complaining. I didn’t hit you that hard,” Shen Qingqiu chided, almost appearing like he was sulking. “Your Mobei-Jun came looking for Binghe. Imagine my surprise when I didn’t spot you hiding behind him.”
Shang Qinghua let out a nervous laugh. Is that really fair to say, bro, when between you and Luo Binghe it’s hard to say who’s more sticky? Nowadays it was nearly impossible to separate the two as they are constantly on their perpetual honeymoon.
“I know where I’m safest. I have no shame in admitting that I am just one squishy human who could be overpowered by at least half the guests here. Which is why I’m glad you joined me, Cucumber-bro.”
“Your face is truly the thickest, oh great Airplane Shooting Through The Sky,” Shen Qingqiu tapped his fan against his palm with a decisive smack. “Ok. Enough flattery. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Bro, none of your tips worked.” Shang Qinghua whined, making sure to look extra pathetic. Shen Qingqiu was, after all, weak to a pathetic crying face.
“My tips?”
“For papapa. I tried relaxing as you said but his di—augh”
Shen Qingqiu’s fan came down on Shang Qinghua’s head again.
“And who’s fault is that?! Wasn’t it you who wrote it that way?” Shen Qingqiu criticized bitingly.
“You’ve got to help me. Surely you have some additional tips. From one non-omega transmigrator to another. Please, Bro, don’t let Mobei-Jun and I remain as virgins!”
Shen Qingqiu shot him a look colder than the Northern Realm.
In turn, Shang Qinghua made his eyes water ever so slightly.
1…2…3…
“...” Shen Qingqiu sighed and dug his hand in his sleeve pocket. With great reluctance he brought up a small green bottle before shoving it quickly into Shang Qinghua’s hand. “Here. Something Binghe and I have been experimenting with. It’s to make it… you know, more smooth. Now stop pestering me.”
Inside his head, Shang Qinghua did a little victory whoop. Even Shen Qingqiu, who is married to the sticky protagonist and gets treated to his pout and tears on a daily basis, is no opponent for the true master of pathetic weeping. The son learned his tricks from the father after all.
“Many thanks, Cucumber-bro,” Shang Qinghua said, tears forgotten, as he shoved the bottle into his pocket.
“I’m serious. Not a word.”
“My lips are sealed.” And he gave Shen Qingqiu a little wink. “But say, Cucumber-bro, what have you two been up to? You’ve missed the drama between Liu Qingge and Mu Qingfang last week. I swear they’ve something going on. The War God of Bai Zhan I’ve written was never so keen to visit Qian Cao Peak before. And then just a few days later, Qi-Shimei swears up and down she saw them—”
“Peak lord Shang, how nice to see you,” a voice came from the crowd. The two peak lords turned around and saw the group of perfume merchants approach. Shang Qinghua had not remembered their names as they were the typical NPC's that popped up all over his story. Instead, he referred to them by their characteristics in his head. The first merchant was a chubby guy with an impressive mustache. To his right was a tall and thin merchant with a well-groomed beard. The final merchant was plainer than the others, neither tall or short nor any other distinct characteristics, so instead Shang Qinghua called him the one with the hat.
The men hadn’t dared to approach either peak lords when their demon counterparts had been nearby, but now that they were alone it was a different story and they saw more business opportunities.
“And peak lord Shen, I see. This humble merchant is honored to finally meet you.”
Shen Qingqiu gave a small polite nod of acknowledgement but Shang Qinghua knew he was quite displeased at the sudden interruption of potential gossip. Shen Qingqiu’s fan had gone up the moment the three men had stepped close.
“Pleased to see you here, too. How have you been enjoying the banquet?” Shang Qinghua asked to make polite conversation.
The merchants shot each other a look.
“Well you see, peak lord Shang. Not everyone has been so receptive towards us,” The merchant with the mustache starts.
“I think we did get some interest though,” the one with the beard says optimistically.
“Yes! That nice demon lady with the bells in her hair seemed keen to buy some of our perfumes,” the last merchant agrees.
Shang Qinghua held back a wince. There is only one demon lady that matches that description. Sorry perfume merchant NPC, I don’t know how to tell you, but she is probably just messing with you!
“Perfume?” Shen Qingqiu asked with intrigue, one of his eyebrows lifting ever so slightly, giving him the air of a lofty immortal. Though Shang Qinghua knew his cucumber-bro was probably a lot more intrigued than he let on. The man could be quite nosy when he deemed something interesting. The merchants, however, did not pick up on this and simply delighted in the attention of another peak lord.
“This perfume, peak lord Shen,” Mustache Merchant said as he took out a large vial with purple liquid. “It’s our new product. It can enhance the scent of an alpha or omega with just a few drops. It’s helpful for people who have a naturally soft scent and want to gather a bit more attention, amongst other applications.”
Shang Qinghua saw Shen Qingqiu take a slight step back once he heard it was a scent enhancer, both utterly aware of how quickly that could turn into another wife-plot for Cucumber-bro.
“Interesting. I fear peak lord Shang has failed to mention it to me.” Cucumber-bro shot him an annoyed look across his fan, clearly wanting to know if this perfume had appeared in any unwritten drafts. Totally unfair! They were in the post-canon now. New things were bound to pop up eventually! Not everything could be blamed on the author.
The merchant did not seem put off by this and instead smiled at the chance to show off his creation. With a proud look, he took the top of the vial off and held it up for the group to see.
“In that case, peak lord Shen, allow us to—”
Before the merchant could finish his sentence he was interrupted.
“Oooh~ let Ling-er see. You promised a demonstration.” Sha Hualing’s voice rang out before they could see her approach.
Sha Hualing, appearing like a very eager and curious woman, had crashed into the back of the merchant holding the vial with a perfectly unapologetic oops~ . The force had knocked the merchant off his feet and, with a splash, the liquid in the vial had spilled out…. right onto Shang Qinghua’s face and chest.
“Ah, Ling-er is so sorry,” the demoness purred, still leaning on the merchant’s back. “Please forgive this Ling-er, Elder—... You!”
As soon as she looked at who her true victim was the smile fell off her face. Immediately she pulled away from the merchant, no longer interested in keeping up the pretense.
Already furious at being the one to get doused with the perfume, Shang Qinghua’s mood soured even more. Not only had she absolutely done that on purpose, she hadn’t even meant to hit him ! Obviously, Sha Hualing’s true target had been Cucumber-bro, who’s harem gathering abilities would have tripled when doused with that perfume. Shen Qingqiu might be an alpha but currently, they are surrounded by demons. It would have been total chaos; precisely the type of entertainment Sha Hualing enjoyed.
Instead, she had managed to hit Shang Qinghua, a beta, who wasn’t even regarded that highly by the demon court and who was only allowed to attend because he was Mobei-Jun’s sticky servant. Still looking down on this peak lord, huh Shasha? Well, Airplane-Dada knows all of his creations and if he just so happens to let it slip to Qi-Shimei that a certain demoness has been sneaking into her disciple’s room at night... let’s see how you like that!
“Peak lord Shang! I am so sorry! Please forgive this humble one,” the merchant cried as he quickly put the top of the vial back on to prevent another mishap. Another of the merchants hastily grabbed a handkerchief and held it out for Shang Qinghua to take.
“No problem,” Shang Qinghua said as he took the handkerchief and started wiping his face, trying to keep his anger at bay. “No harm done. At least it landed on me, a beta, and not on one of you or peak lord Shen over here. I have no smell to amplify.”
Shen Qingqiu flinched at that. Clearly, he had also caught on to Sha Hualing’s plan and he, at least, had the decency to look a little concerned. Though he immediately brought up his fan to hide it.
“It’s harmless, right? You don't feel any weird side effects?” Shen Qingqiu whispered to him behind his fan.
“No. I don’t feel any different. Maybe we both lucked out for once and stopped whatever plot that was before it could start,” Shang Qinghua mumbled back.
Sha Hualing’s bells chimed as she shifted on her feet.
“In that case, Peak lord Shang, no harm was done so Ling-er will take her leave,” she said with disdain. She turned around, ready to leave, but midway in her turn she paused and took a breath. A smile crept back on her face before shooting them one last satisfied look and stalking off.
Shen Qingqiu gave Shang Qinghua a wary look but the other peak lord just shrugged his shoulders. He had no clue what that was about either.
Sighing, Shen Qingqiu snapped his fan close and turned back to the merchants.
“I think it’s best if you three retire for the night,” he stated; His lofty immortal cultivator’s presence leaving no room for argumentation.
The merchants, relieved at the excuse to go, quickly started agreeing with a chorus of “Of course” and “Yes. absolutely”.
“Good idea. I will get someone to escort you to your room,” Shang Qinghua offered, ready to get the whole ordeal over with. With most of the demonic court attending, he was not about to let these merchants fend for themselves in a demon palace. Especially because knowing his luck, it would be Shang Qinghua who would be stuck with the cleanup. Better to just make sure nobody would mess with them while unattended. “Please follow me.”
The merchants bowed in goodbye, still making apologies for the unfortunate incident. They even promised to send both peak lords a free sample to make up for it. Shen Qingqiu nonchalantly waved them off with a swish of his fan and led by Shang Qinghua, they took their leave.
If there was one thing Shang Qinghua was better at than all his other martial siblings, it was navigating a crowd and finding the best way to the exit unseen. It was a skill he had developed during his many years as Mobei-Jun’s servant and it was especially useful during these annual banquets when just standing too close to a certain demon could get you dragged into some feud with deadly consequences.
Though for some unknown reason, his impeccable background character aura was not working today, as Shang Qinghua could feel eyes on them. A group of juvenile demons has stopped their quarrelling to shoot them unsubtle glances. A few other, older and more gruff demons who normally would think Shang Qinghua lower than the dirt on their shoes, were now looking with an interest that gave him goosebumps. But nothing unnerved him quite like the large, horned chief of the cow-demon clan who was openly staring at them across the room.
Shang Qinghua quickly tried to think of all the things he could possibly have done to offend all those demons but figured it was probably because they were a group of strange humans walking amongst the demon nobility. With this much attention on them, it seemed like it had been the right decision to get the merchants away.
Fortunately, they made it to the entrance before any of the demons approached them.
A few of the servant imps were waiting there, ready to receive any inquiries—or abuse—from the guests. Out of all the servants, these were the ones least likely to harm the merchants, if only due to their size and fear of upsetting Mobei-Jun.
Shang Qinghua waved the nearest one down. The imp came trotting over with his head bowed; probably more out of habit than any real respect or fear of Shang Qinghua. He and the imps had never gotten along because, as written by Shang Qinghua himself, the imps served only the Mobei-Jun and no other. In the past, Shang Qinghua had mostly gotten them to listen with some careful bribery but recently Mobei-Jun had demanded the imps also follow his orders without questions. Some threats and displays of icey power had been involved. His king had looked very sexy, and dangerous, but very sexy.
Shang Qinghua coughed.
“Please take our guests back to their rooms. Make sure they’re cared for.” He instructed the imp.
The imp lifted his head, the blue skin of his cheeks turning a soft purple before he quickly bowed his head again, lower this time.
“P-please follow me, sirs,” he stammered. The imp then promptly turned around and started to scurry off. The merchants had to act quickly and set a fast pace to keep up with him but eventually, they were out of sight and Shang Qinghua could breathe easily again.
At least that was taken care of and he no longer had to worry about finding the merchants getting bullied or worse—found torn into pieces.
Shang Qinghua briefly debated going back to his rooms to get changed but decided against it. When there were so many unpredictable guests in the palace it was too easy for a servant like him to just go missing. Besides, Mobei-Jun had told him to wait there. His king could get antsy when he didn’t know where Shang Qinghua was in the palace.
Ah, what was taking his king so long to discuss? Shang Qinghua was ready to call it a day. He had already exhausted himself organizing the whole event and something about the looks the guests have been giving him made Shang Qinghua’s survival instinct go off. He just hoped no fight would break out as he was in no mood to have any infighting today. Maybe if he looked pleading enough, his King will take pity and allow him to retire for the night.
Just as he was making his way back to Shen Qingqiu he felt the same eyes watching him again, this time with more intensity. He barely had a moment to react before a large shadow loomed over him and he felt a hand move past his head.
Silencing a squeak he turned around and saw the large cow demon chief leaning over him, his weight supported by the wall behind Shang Qinghua. Shang Qinghua’s eyes widened in realisation. What kind of scene was this? This was totally a kabedon, wasn’t it?!
“Uhm, Hello..? Can I help you?” Shang Qinghua manages to stammer.
“You’re the human that accompanies the Mobei-Jun, are you not? I think I’ve seen you hiding behind him during our last negotiation,” the cow demon says with a sly smile.
“I suppose that would be me, yes.” Shang Qinghua let out a nervous laugh while looking for all the possible ways to escape.
Usually, when a demon who knew Mobei-Jun singled him out, it never ended well for him; in fact, it was often a prelude to them trying to kill him for some offense his king had committed against them or their families. He needed to get away now!
If only the cow demon wasn’t blocking all directions! Damn him for being so tall!
“So? What are you doing on your own without him to protect you? Does he allow you to wander off?” the demon asked, looking Shang Qinghua up and down. “Or are you perhaps looking for a new protector? With a smell like that one has to wonder.”
“W-what smell?”
...Seriously, what smell? Was this demon’s nose so strong he could smell Shang Qinghua’s nervous sweating?
The demon’s smile widened as he started to lean down. He put a finger under Shang Qinghua’s chin and tilted his face up to stare directly into his eyes.
What the fuck!!!
“Oh? Playing coy, are we? Quite an unusual beta you are. You’re releasing so many pheromones and yet are still unclaimed and unscented.”
“Pheromones?!” What Pheromones?! Shang Qinghua was a beta! What kind of wife-plot was this?! Cucumber-bro is right over there. You’ve got the wrong transmigrator!
“Still playing hard to get, I see. Don’t worry your pretty little head. You’ve made me quite intrigued. I think I’ll keep y—agh!”
A large hand grabbed one of the cow demon’s horns and harshly pulled him back. The cow demon was lifted off his feet and with a resounding crack, was flung several meters away from Shang Qinghua. Now in front of him stood his king, Mobei-Jun, with a thunderous expression on his face and in his hand a large portion of the cow demon’s horn. The throw had broken the horn right off at the base, leaving the cow demon’s head unbalanced and humiliated.
The demons around them had stopped talking and were now looking wearily at the scene before them. Shang Qinghua, too, was looking. His eyes wide and unable to look away from his king as a hot feeling flared up in his belly.
“You dare!” Mobei-jun roared as he crushed the horn piece in his hand to dust.
Shang Qinghua bit his lip. His king was so cool!
In one sweeping move Mobei-Jun had grabbed Shang Qinghua around the waist and pulled him close to his sublime chest. Shang Qinghua let out a gasp of surprise while his hand shot up to balance himself. It landed on said chest by accident and it would stay there on purpose. Shang Qinghua was known to be an underhanded opportunist after all.
Before Shang Qinghua could contemplate the peculiar situation he was in, his king spoke again.
“Shang Qinghua has long been claimed by me, the Mobei-Jun. Any who dare to intervene or challenge me shall face their doom!” Mobei-Jun proclaimed to the room of demons.
With Mobei-Jun looking one wrong move away from murder, nobody dared to point out that Shang Qinghua technically did not bear a claiming mark. Squished happily against his king’s lovely pecs, Shang Qinghua also did not feel the need to point this out. Maybe there were some perks to getting sucked into a wife-plot.
He felt safe and protected in his king’s embrace. Any awkwardness that had lingered between them no longer seemed present in his touch. A relief washed over him as Shang Qinghua felt his worries of the past weeks ebb away. When the arms around him were holding him so tightly and yet, surprisingly gently, how could he be anxious? His king really was amazing.
A groan alerted them to the cow demon chief across the room. It appeared he was still alive then. With one hand holding his horn stump the demon rose to his feet. For a moment it seemed as if the demon wanted to charge at them. Under his hands Shang Qinghua could feel Mobei-Jun’s muscles shift to prepare for a fight. But just as the demon had taken one step forward, he collapsed and landed right on his face, unconscious.
Mobei-Jun smirked with self-satisfaction. Clearly pleased at having squashed another small fry. It might have just been Shang Qinghua’s imagination but he could have sworn his king puffed out his chest, right into Shang Qinghua’s hand.
“With a proclamation like that, no one would dare,” spoke Luo Binghe, the only one present who outranked Mobei-Jun and dared to speak in the tension. Shen Qingqiu was at his side, his ever-observant eyes peering over his fan. “If they were smart, that is. Can we truly expect everyone to understand when there are better ways to make one’s intent clear?”
Mobei-Jun and Luo Binghe shot each other a look—Shang Qinghua would not be surprised if the two had found a way to communicate telepathically—before Mobei-Jun nodded.
In an instant, Shang Qinghua was lifted up in the air and slung over his king’s shoulder.
“M-my king!” Shang Qinghua exclaimed, his feet dangling uselessly.
“Your king will clear up any misunderstandings tonight.”
Having asserted his intent Mobei-Jun turned around and, with Shang Qinghua still flung over his shoulder like a bag of rice, he made his exit.
Shang Qinghua shot one last look at Shen Qingqiu in the hopes his bro could make more sense of it. Shen Qingqiu just looked at him with a raised eyebrow and gave him a discreet thumbs up from behind his fan.
Realisation dawned on Shang Qinghua about what his king was intending.
A strange twist of excitement and panic tumbled around in his belly as he was carried out of the room. He buried his face in Mobei-Jun’s cloak, hoping his king’s scent would calm him. It did not. Instead, he noticed Mobei-Jun was carrying him down the familiar hallways of the underground palace. It was clear where they were headed.
“What a predicament that was, my king,” Shang Qinghua started, desperate to break the silence and distract himself from his growing anticipation. “Who would have thought I of all people got approached like that. In front of the entire court no less! Usually that only happens to Shen Qingqiu. I was so surprised!”
“You must have known people would notice.” Mobei-Jun responds, with a tense edge to his usually even voice.
“Ah, why would I? Who has ever shown interest in me?” Shang Qinghua paused as he felt Mobei-Jun stop walking. “Other than my king, of course! Not that I’m implying you’re weird for considering me. Never! My king is impeccable in everything he does! It’s just… Not a lot of people share his taste.”
The hands around his hips pulled him down until he was face to face with his king, his feet still swaying a good bit above the ground.
“Why is it that you’re still so oblivious?” Mobei-Jun asked bitterly. “Do you truly not notice?”
“Notice what, my king?”
“My scent! Your scent !” Mobei-Jun said, rather desperately. “Do you really find it strange that others would approach you when you are releasing so many pheromones?”
Whatever Shang Qinghua had been expecting it was not his king mentioning his non-existent pheromones, too.
“Why is everyone insisting they can smell my pheromones today? My king, with all due respect, I am a beta. I have no pheromones nor can I smell them.”
“You cannot—?” Mobei-Jun said, baffled. With a bewildered look on his face he put Shang Qinghua down. He covered his face with his hands.
“My king?”
“Everything makes so much sense now.”
Really? Because for Shang Qinghua nothing made sense right now.
“My king, please. What is going on?”
Mobei-Jun gave him a pondering look before putting a hand on Shang Qinghua’s shoulder.
“Shang Qinghua, all betas have pheromones. I can smell your scent. I have always been able to smell you,” his king finally said. “Can humans not?”
Shang Qinghua’s mouth dropped open. Mobei-Jun could smell him? Could smell all betas? Was this a demon thing he had written in his notes and then promptly forgotten about? It must be! Shang Qinghua was sure humans did not share this feature. Afterall, Shen Qingqiu and the three merchants had not commented on his scent when the perfume had hit him, even though it should have made it stronger.
Oh no! The perfume! No wonder he was getting all those strange looks and was approached by that cow demon! His pheromones must have been all over the place with Shang Qinghua being none the wiser!
“My king, I swear, it was not my intention to spread any pheromones. An enhancer perfume accidentally got spilled on me. I thought it didn’t matter because I really did not smell anything. For us humans, betas are scentless and we cannot smell alphas or omegas. I did not know demons can!”
Mobei-Jun was silently staring at him.
He lifted one of his hands and for a brief moment Shang Qinghua irrationally feared his king would start hitting him again. But his king had not hit him in months and had promised he would not do so again. So when the gentle hand of Mobei-Jun landed on top of his hair, Shang Qinghua immediately accepted the touch and berated himself for doubting his king.
Mobei-Jun patted his head before whispering:
“So that’s the reason you’ve been rejecting me.”
“Huh, me? Reject you? In what world would I be stupid enough to do so?” A realisation dawned on Shang Qinghua. “Wait, do you mean you’ve been sending me your pheromones this entire time?”
Mobei-Jun looked away, a flustered look on his face.
That was a yes, then. All this time his poor king had been trying to let Shang Qinghua know he wanted him and Shang Qinghua, unable to notice, had not given him any clue he was reciprocating. He wanted to smack himself. This was totally unacceptable. How dare he treat his king like this!
“My king,” he said determined, grabbing Mobei-Jun by the lapels of his robe. “It is true, I do not smell any pheromones; Please forgive this servant for not noticing. If I had known, I would not have turned my king away. My king is amazing, after all; Strong, handsome, fierce. Absolutely the best!”
Mobei-Jun looked at him with the usual bemused expression he had whenever Shang Qinghua was excessively praising him. Good! Let him know how much Shang Qinghua is into him. Let him know he is his most beloved, most cherished, ultra-sexy dream-man.
“So, Shang Qinghua will take responsibility and keep his pheromones for this king only?” Mobei-Jun asked, a smirk on his face and his hands back on Shang Qinghua’s waist. Shang Qinghua could feel his king’s fingers digging into his sides as if they were seeking to grasp the skin below.
Shang Qinghua frantically nodded, trying to keep his head clear for now. As Mobei-Jun’s thumb started rubbing circles, edging lower with each pass, Shang Qinghua knew he was failing.
“Yes, my king! Who could ever come close to you,” he managed to squeak out with underlying enthusiasm.
“I will keep you to your word, Shang Qinghua,” Mobei-Jun said, thoroughly pleased with Shang Qinghua’s answer. “No more running away.”
Once again Shang Qinghua was lifted by Mobei-Jun but before Mobei-Jun could throw him over his shoulder again, Shang Qinghua locked his legs around Mobei-Jun’s waist. Mobei-Jun’s eyes widened in surprise but he allowed it nonetheless.
“Who’s running, my king?” he asked with more bravery than usual. “And even if I would, my king could just track my scent and drag me back. My pheromones must still be enhanced right now. Can you smell me, my king?”
“Shang Qinghua,” his king growled. His face hovered close to Shang Qinghua’s neck. “Do you know what you’re doing? Be silent or I will not hold back anymore.”
Shang Qinghua’s usual self-preservation side that had shivered at the growl in Mobei-Jun’s voice turned off and made place for foolish eagerness. In his belly, his anxiousness mixed with excitement at seeing his king lose his calm. Overcome with desire he decided to press his luck
“My king should inform his servant. Is my scent good, my king? Does this one smell good for you?”
Like a snare being triggered, his king attacked.
Growling into Shang Qinghua’s ear, his king’s fingers slid lower before firmly grabbing Shang Qinghua’s ass. Mobei-Jun dug in deep and hoisted Shang Qinghua up before pulling him closer, grinding Shang Qinghua’s groin against his own.
“You were warned,” Mobei-Jun breathed into Shang Qinghua’s ear. His lips brushed the shell before moving down and letting his teeth sink into the lobe.
Shang Qinghua gasped in a low voice at the rough manhandling, absolutely weak to the feel of sharp teeth biting him. He clung on tighter and shuddered whenever his king’s fangs would brush past his neck before sinking in the soft flesh of his ears.
Below his waist another pleasure was building. Reveling in the delicious grinding of his hips, Shang Qinghua eagerly started rubbing back, letting Mobei-Jun know just how much his king was affecting him.
“My king,” Shang Qinghua whined, already breathless. “Please, my king! Kiss me!”
In an instant, Mobei-Jun released his nicely abused ear and smashes their mouths together. The kiss feels rough, wet, and uncoordinated. With Mobei-Jun’s teeth snagging on Shang Qinghua’s lips whenever his king tries to dig in deeper, Shang Qinghua feels like he is being devoured.
His king is claiming his prey, Shang Qinghua thought, getting light-headed, before eagerly kissing back just as hungrily.
Or at least he tried. No matter how enthusiastic Shang Qinghua was, Mobei-Jun was so ferocious it was hard for Shang Qinghua to keep up. He tried to match his tempo but his king seemed entirely focused on making sure their lips separated as little as possible. Shang Qinghua didn’t even get the chance to lick the lips, begging for entrance, as so many works of fiction had dictated! Instead, Mobei-Jun just took the liberty and slipped his tongue in when a hard and sudden squeeze on his ass had Shang Qinghua openly moaning.
Ah, he could feel Mobei-Jun grasping him firmly, testing out the squishiness of his behind.
“Mine,” Mobei-Jun growled, pulling Shang Qinghua’s ass cheeks apart and lowering him on the growing bulge in his pants.
Shang Qinghua gasped and shuddered into the kiss, bouncing eagerly up and down. His hands grasped the back of Mobei-Jun’s clothes tightly as he grinded himself against his king.
His king grunted, pleased and excited, at the new frictions and his kissing took on an even bigger urgency. One of his hands slid up and under the waistband of Shang Qinghua’s robe, undoing it ever so slightly and teasing the skin below.
It felt so good it was nearly getting too much. Just a little more and Shang Qinghua would lose it completely.
“My Kmmhm—'' Shang Qinghua tried between gasps but to no avail. Mobei-Jun seemed determined to hold onto him.
My king, please, slow down a little! Your loving servant is reaching his limit!
Whenever Shang Qinghua tried to pull away Mobei-Jun just seemed to follow him before seducing him back into the kiss. Desperate to gain back some control Shang Qinghua reached up to Mobei-Jun’s head and grasped his hair and pulled-hard.
A low needy whine escaped Mobei-Jun as his head was yanked and his hands aggressively grasped onto Shang Qinghua’s clothing.
Shang Qinghua could hear a loud ripping sound and felt a strong force split the back of his robes open, causing it to slip off his shoulders to reveal his chest underneath.
Clothes really did rip easily in this world, Shang Qinghua thought, amazed. As an An Ding peak lord, that was a problem. As a man about to be ravished, it really was not.
Apart from the cold air now on his bare skin Shang Qinghua was not too bothered. He leaned in to get back to business with his king but Mobei-Jun’s attention was on the ripped clothes in his hand.
“Unacceptable!” Mobei-Jun said with an angry huff, clearly frustrated at the piece of cloth for daring to tear.
Shang Qinghua could barely let out an uninteligent “huh?”—his king had kissed all thoughts from his mind—before Mobei-Jun had shoved the ripped pieces back together and pulled his large cloak around Shang Qinghua to hide him from any unwanted eyes.
In an instant, dark shadows spawned behind them and Mobei-Jun stepped forward, still carrying Shang Qinghua around his waist.
The shadows lept at them and swirled around and when they let up, the hallway had changed to Mobei-Jun’s private chamber.
“No eyes but this Mobei-Jun’s shall look upon your naked form,” Mobei-Jun declared, taking the cloak off Shang Qinghua and flinging it behind him in an incredibly cool manner.
His king stood before him and now that Shang Qinghua was no longer glued to his lips he could see that Mobei-Jun was looking a bit disheveled himself. His lips were swollen and shiny with spit, and his hair had gotten loose where Shang Qinghua had pulled it. His robes had gotten slightly wrinkled and were coming undone at the front. Even lower, the bulge he had previously grinded against was proudly forming a large tent.
I ravished Mobei-Jun, Shang Qinghua realised with bubbling giddines.
The usually neat front of his king’s robe had come loose and Mobei-Jun’s wonderful chest was prominently on display.
Immediately his eyes fixed themselves onto Mobei-Jun’s perfect pecs and hard dusty nipples.
Oh, how Shang Qinghua longed to slip his hands beneath and rake his fingers over Mobei-Jun’s big tits. He wanted to cup and squeeze them, use them as his personal stress balls, and bury his head in the slight valley they created. Maybe his king would kill him if he knew these sleazy thoughts his perverted servant had, but he could not stop wanting.
His king shifted under his gaze and the new angle seemed to give Shang Qinghua an even better view. Shang Qinghua could have sworn he was doing it on purpose, but no, the thought of Mobei-Jun preening under Shang Qinghua’s gaze was too weird.
“Shang Qinghua,” his king called, an amused smirk on his face. “Come here and touch. Whenever you need to ‘use them’ for stress relief, they are yours to claim.”
Aaaaah, he couldn’t believe he had spoken embarrassing shit out loud again. Shang Qinghua wanted to hide and bury his head in shame…
Well, there was one place he could bury his head into.
With new determination, and firmly not looking Mobei-Jun in the eye—who was probably still smirking—he walked over and, taking a deep breath, planted his face right in between Mobei-Jun’s pecs.
Face in bliss, his hands went up and grasped the lovely bosom. System, had he accidentally ascended?
“Does my body please you?” Mobei-Jun asks, way too pleased. In response, Shang Qinghua squeezes one of Mobei-Jun’s nipples before giving it a flick.
Mobei-Jun let out a hiss and grabbed the offending hand in his.
Shang Qinghua looked up and waited to see what Mobei-Jun would do now that his hand was held hostage but his king did not push his hand away. On the contrary, he pressed Shang Qinghua’s hand against his chest and held it there.
“Shang Qinghua,” Mobei-Jun demanded with a moan.
“My king is incredible in every way,” Shang Qinghua hummed contentedly, answering the question. “You are my dream-man after all.” And he kissed Mobei-Jun right on his heart.
Mobei-Jun immediately stiffened. Shang Qinghua looked up, through his eyelashes to see what had caused his king to stop. He found Mobei-Jun looking down at him with wide eyes, his mouth slightly open, and a blush rising on his cheeks.
“My king?” Shang Qinghua asked.
“...” Mobei-Jun turned his head away, letting some of his bangs fall over his face.
Shang Qinghua’s heart sped up at seeing his king so flustered. Delighted by this turn of events he decided to tease him a bit more to see how much that blush could spread. His king could be so adorable at times, he thought fondly.
“Handsome.” He gave a kiss again. “Strong.” Another. “Impressive and noble.” A kiss for each word.
He sneaked a look up. Mobei-Jun still had his face hidden but his ears peaked red from behind his hair.
“I think all these things of you, my king, but want to know something else?”
Mobei-Jun’s head snapped down and stared intensely at Shang Qinghua. His face was still a bright red.
“This servant—Qinghua really likes his king,” he finished with a soft smile.
Mobei-Jun’s breath hitched and he grabbed Shang Qinghua tightly before walking towards the bed. He lets both of them fall on the soft bedding, covering Shang Qinghua carefully as they go down.
Mobei-Jun kissed him again, softer than before but just as much need. When he pulled away he hovered just high enough that Shang Qinghua could feel his breath brush his face.
A pleased smirk appeared on Mobei-Jun’s face.
“I can smell your scent all around me,” he teased. “Shall I describe it to you? Earlier, you wanted to know.”
“My-my king!” Shang Qinghua stammered. Sure, he had indeed asked for it BUT only to tease Mobei-Jun! Oh how things have turned against him.
Though he was still a little curious. How does he smell? And more importantly, does his king like it? Does his king find it enticing?
His king let out a small laugh as he continued to watch Shang Qinghua come up with an answer. Really, something Shang Qinghua could swear Mobei-Jun just liked to watch him squirm.
“Right now” Mobei-Jun started. “I can smell you’re getting excited.”
“You can smell that?!” Shang Qinghua squeeked. “H-How long have you been able to do that?”
“Ever since we’ve met.” Mobei-Jun said as if he hadn’t just confessed he had been able to smell all of Shang Qinghua’s unruly hard-ons over the years. “Your scent is usually very subtle but it would get stronger whenever I came closer to you. I’ve always thought you were doing it on purpose, too. But no matter how seductive your scent was you never asked me to claim you.”
“You can claim me, my king!” Shang Qinghua blurted out. “That is— if you want to, of course. I mean, not that this servant means to presume... But I would be totally willing! Hundred percent a-okay with it.”
Mobei-Jun’s hand cupped Shang Qinghua’s face and he gazed into his eyes with an intensity only his king could manage.
“Once I claim you, it cannot be undone. You will be mine,” Mobei-Jun says seriously. “And I will be yours. Your scent will mix with mine and everyone will know what we are to each other.”
Even though Mobei-Jun had said those words he made no move to act on them. Rather, he seemed to wait for Shang Qinghua’s response. There was no need to think it over. He had already made his decision long ago.
“I want it, my king.” Shang Qinghua said with the same seriousness. “Truly, you can claim me. No matter what, this one will always choose you.”
Something truly amazing happened. His king’s expression softened and a small tender smile appeared on his king’s face. Shang Qinghua's breath caught in his throat at the unusual sight and immediately a strong urge came over him. He wanted to see more of this side of Mobei-Jun, he would do anything to see it again. To make that smile appear and keep his king happy.
Mobei-Jun shifted forward and brushed his lips against Shang Qinghua’s neck, right where the scent glands should be—no, are!
“Shall I claim you now then?” his king asked, letting his teeth brush the sensitive skin of Shang Qinghua’s neck. A shiver ran down his spine at the touch and he squirmed in his king’s arms.
With a pleased hum his king dragged his tongue over the area and seemed delighted by the way Shang Qinghua quivered.
“My king,” Shang Qinghua moaned, pushing himself towards Mobei-Jun’s touch. “Please.”
“So eager for me, Shang Qinghua. Already begging and pleading for me,” his king said, nipping the skin but never breaking through.
“Stop teasing, my king!” Shang Qinghua pleaded, his eyes closed. He grasped the bedsheets and prepared to get bitten.
Just as Mobei-Jun’s teeth nearly broke his skin, his king pulled away and instead sucked on the spot until it was red. When his king moved down, instead of finally claiming him, Shang Qinghua opened his eyes again.
“My king, where are you going?” He let out a small confused whine, wondering why his king was not marking his claim yet.
Mobei-Jun chuckled amusedly and ignored Shang Qinghua’s pleas to go further down and reach the edges of Shang Qinghua’s ripped robes.
“Patience. I’m not done yet.” Mobei-Jun responded before giving Shang Qinghua’s collarbone a nip.
“Ah!”
“I will claim you in due time, when I am buried inside you and you are in the throes of passion.”
In an instant Shang Qinghua could feel all his blood run south as the warmth in his belly spread.
“Do you like the thought of me inside you? I can smell you getting more excited,” his king said, clearly amused and absolutely evil. How was this fair! Who handed Mobei-Jun this OP cheat sheet?
“And when I do this.” With a smug smirk, he parted Shang Qinghua’s robes and bit his small nipple, sucking on it lightly before letting it go. “It smells stronger and sweeter.”
Shang Qinghua threw his head back and moaned at the attention of his king, betrayed by his traitor body. Ah, he could not allow his king to tease him this much any longer. He would not survive! Mobei-Jun was wielding too much power here.
To not embarrass himself and let himself be undone before his clothes had even come off, Shang Qinghua might have to play a bit dirty.
He slid his hands down Mobei-Jun and started to undo his belt before slipping his hand below the fabric. There he firmly grasped his prize, delighted at the gasp Mobei-Jun made when he first brushed his dick.
Shang Qinghua has handled a lot of dick in his life—though, it had always been his own—so he was quite confident when he held Mobei-Jun. He tried not to think about the last time he had gotten into contact with this mighty weapon. This time would be better, he thought as he slowly fondled his king.
He slid his hand up and down, slowly warming the dick up. Like the rest of him, Mobei-Jun’s dick was slightly colder than the average human but fortunately for Shang Qinghua it warmed up a bit when hard, so he made sure to work it into full mast.
The new attention on his dick had Mobei-Jun groaning against Shang Qinghua’s chest. Hastily he reached for Shang Qinghua’s clothes and tried to undo the belts and ties. A scowl appeared on his face as he struggled to undo a tie. When he finally got it loose he pulled the layer away only to reveal another underneath.
“How many layers are there to your robes?” Mobei-Jun snapped frustratedly.
“Just tear them off, my king. They are already ripped at the back.” Shang Qinghua said as he flung Mobei-Jun’s belt across the room.
His king did not need to be told twice as he enthusiastically and with vigor ripped the remaining pieces off, leaving Shang Qinghua naked save for his pants. Mobei-Jun looked delighted at the sight, like a cat that got the cream, before tossing the robe pieces to the side.
The robe hit the floor with a muffled clink.
“The lube!” Shang Qinghua shouted and scrambled around to get to the bottle. He lay himself flat on the bed and tried to reach the pieces of fabric, hoping the bottle hadn’t broken.
Just as he nearly reached it he could feel his king’s hands on his hips, pulling his pants down.
He gave a small, indignant shriek. He twisted around and saw Mobei-Jun shrug amusedly before pulling off his own robes and tossing them away as well.
“Was that not your intention when you waved your behind at me?” Mobei-Jun had the audacity to ask as he pulled off their boots. “Was it something important?”
“It was lube, my king. Given to me by Shen Qingqiu. Apparently it helps him and Luo Binghe in their... marital activities.” Shang Qinghua said, a little less angry now that he had a handsome demon to ogle.
Mobei-Jun hummed approvingly.
“Then go get it.”
Shang Qinghua huffed and turned around to reach for the bottle. Immediately two hands settled on his ass cheeks.
“Gah— My king!”
“Is there a problem, Shang Qinghua?” He heard his king’s smug reply from behind as his king started kneading his ass passionately.
A low moan escaped from Shang Qinghua’s lips. Without really meaning to, he pressed his ass up, into Mobei-Jun’s hands, to get more of the sensation.
“Is it beyond your reach?” Mobei-Jun asked, cheeky.
“I’m getting it! Ahh~ I’m getting it!” He managed to gasp out.
He stretched his arms out again. This time, Mobei-Jun’s hands left his ass and glided up the sides of his torso, fingers digging into the sensitive muscles.
Shang Qinghua gasped and started to squirm.
“Continue.” Mobei-Jun commanded nonchalantly.
“My kingggg~ Stop being mean~!”
His king just gave a low chuckle. Shang Qinghua felt the bed shift as Mobei-Jun placed himself on top of him, his hands now running up and down his side. From this position Shang Qinghua could feel Mobei-Jun’s dick nestled against his crack; it grinded against him slowly with each movement, pushing down on his cheeks and parting them just the slightest bit.
“Shall I help you?” Mobei-Jun whispered into his ear and Shang Qinghua shuddered.
“No—uhnn. I’ve nearly got it,” Shang Qinghua moaned as he tried to ignore the tingling sensation left behind by the fingers on his side. It was a bit harder to ignore the dick at his back because each grind had him gasping in anticipation.
Finally, he reached the robes and pulled them close to grab the bottle. He was glad to see it was still in one piece and held all its liquid safely inside. They would need a lot, he reckoned, perhaps all of it.
“My King, I got it. Please, let me get back,” he begged.
Mobei-Jun pulled away and got off him entirely. Before Shang Qinghua could turn around Mobei-Jun grabbed his ankles, pulled them apart, and in one big haul pulled Shang Qinghua back across the bed until Mobei-Jun was sitting between Shang Qinghua’s spread legs and Shang Qinghua’s groin was laying snugly on top of Mobei-Jun’s lap.
Shang Qinghua gasped at the surprise action and maneuvered himself on all fours before turning around to look at his king. Mobei-Jun was just eyeing him, clearly finding this the peak of entertainment.
“Yes, yes, my king is still really strong and can push this one around as he pleases,” Shang Qinghua scolded lightly with what was totally not a pout. “See how you like it when I bully you back.”
“Oh?” Mobei-Jun asked, one eyebrow raised up. “And how would peak lord Shang do that?”
Glowering at Mobei-Jun, Shang Qinghua pinched one of the demon’s nipples.
Mobei-Jun hissed and bit his lip.
“That’s right, my king! How does it feel to be the one teased?” Shang Qinghua said before kissing his king hard and fast, making sure to give Mobei-Jun’s nipples all the attention they deserved.
Mobei-Jun’s hands soon returned to their journey of mapping out Shang Qinghua’s newly naked body. Wandering here and there as Mobei-Jun found all sorts of areas to happily squeeze and pull. The feel of his hands sent shivers through Shang Qinghua as he tried to keep up. He slid his hands down towards his king’s large muscular belly and brushed his fingers over the edge of Mobei-Jun’s groin.
“Shang Qinghua, the lube?” Mobei-Jun breathed.
“Huh? Oh, right!”
With his right hand Shang Qinghua handed Mobei-Jun the bottle of lube, while his left went down and grabbed the base of Mobei-Jun’s dick. Mobei-Jun let out another moan at the touch and spread his legs slightly to give Shang Qinghua better access.
Invited in by his king, Shang Qinghua let his full attention fall on Mobei-Jun’s dick. The cock was thick and sturdy, so much so that Shang Qinghua could not close his hand around it. Last time he had tried to take this on he had screamed in pain and had to admit defeat. But tonight he and his king were better prepared! They would finally get to have awesome and amazing papapa!
He let his fingers run up and down, trying to see what would get the best reaction out of his king. His king was watching him with intrigue, clearly liking the special attention Shang Qinghua was giving him.
When he touched the base Shang Qinghua paused for a slight second. There was Mobei-Jun’s knot . It was not yet completely swollen but he could already see the curve of it.
It makes him nervous—still remembering the last time—but he’s decided he wants this in him. He wants Mobei-Jun to push inside and take him, take him, and keep taking him, until they are both loose and spent. He wants to ride him, beg him while on his knees, be held down while the other fucks into him, until he can’t forget the taste of him.
A moan slips past his lips and he can feel his mouth water. There was a reason he gave his beloved male characters such powerful pillars. If he takes it slow, Shang Qinghua reasons, he should be able to conquer this icy mountain.
He gives his king a quick kiss on his lips before tugging a loose strand of hair behind his ear and bending down to kiss the head of Mobei-Jun’s dick.
Immediately Mobei-Jun’s hand shoots up and rests itself on Shang Qinghua’s head. Without moving back Shang Qinghua looks up and waits for his king’s confirmation. Mobei-Jun gazes down, his eyes half-closed and nods at him before impatiently grabbing Shang Qinghua by his hair bun. Happy with his king’s permission, Shang Qinghua ventures forward.
He licks his lips, getting them nice and slick, and brings his mouth back to the tip of the dick. It tastes a bit salty as a bit of Mobei-Jun’s pre-cum has dribbled out of the slit and is now resting on the edge of the foreskin. His tongue trails after it, trying to lap it all up, but Mobei-Jun keeps leaking. It isn’t long before Shang Qinghua is licking around the entire head, letting the tip of his tongue slip under the foreskin and around.
The noises he is making are obscene, the perfect soundtrack to their papapa, Shang Qinghua thinks. The wet pops and slurping sound straight out of a porno and it’s making his face flush with the lewdness of it all.
Mobei-Jun’s attention is undividedly on him. He hisses and growls whenever Shang Qinghua does something he particularly likes. But the real treat is when Shang Qinghua digs his tongue into his slit. Mobei-Jun hips buck up, his dick slipping from Shang Qinghua’s lips and sliding past his cheek, and his hold on Shang Qinghua’s hair tightens.
Shang Qinghua moans as he feels his hair pulled. He’s never felt so sexy before. He must look so lewd already, slick dripping from his lips and chin as he laps at Mobei-Jun’s cock. His own dick is fully hard and begging for his attention. But Little Airplane will just have to wait, his king comes first.
He prepares himself to go back to business by grasping Mobei-Jun’s hips and this time takes the entire head into his mouth. It’s big—he has to open his mouth wide to accommodate him—and he knows his jaw will surely ache afterwards. However, unlike last time, where overzealousness and an unfortunate thrust caused him to gag in a rather unsexy way, he now starts sucking on it slowly, taking a little bit more in with each bob of his head.
“Look at you, being so greedy,” Mobei-Jun moans. “Your cheek is bulging.” And his king reaches over to poke said cheek.
“Maw kuynngg,” Shang Qinghua tries to say but it comes out sloppy and muffled.
Mobei-Jun moans again and with a chuckle pinches Shang Qinghua’s cheek.
“Don’t talk while you’re attending my cock,” he has the audacity to say.
Shang Qinghua just grumbles around the dick as he gets back to work. He just knows Mobei-Jun is looking down at him with a satisfied smirk only a spoiled princeling—now king—could unabashedly wear. It both irritated him and made his cock leak anytime he glanced up.
“Should I punish you for your disobedience?” Definitely smirking, Mobei-Jun reached over and let a finger slip in between Shang Qinghua’s asscheeks.
Shang Qinghua lets the cock slip from his mouth and braces himself for the sharp edges of Mobei-Jun’s nails but when Mobei-Jun’s finger presses against his entrance there is no such sting.
Did Mobei-Jun cut his nails? He could have sworn they had been long and sharp this morning.
He raises his ass a bit, trying to test his theory. He pushes up and lightly grinds against the finger. Mobei-Jun rewards him by rubbing the rim of his asshole, his now short nails gently scraping across the skin, sending delicious tingles down his nerves.
When Mobei-Jun pulls his hand away he catches Shang Qinghua staring at his fingers.
“Luo Binghe advised to file them,” Mobei-Jun explained, offhandedly. “...Do you like it?”
“They feel very nice, my king,” Shang Qinghua assures him, a fuzzy feeling blooming in his chest at his king’s thoughtfulness.
Mobei-Jun shoots him a pleased smile and grabs the lube bottle next to them. He pours a generous amount on his fingers and Shang Qinghua knows what’s going to come.
“Get your head down again. I cannot reach over you otherwise.” Mobei-Jun commands and lightly pushes Shang Qinghua’s head back into his lap. With his nose now flush against Mobei-Jun’s wet cock, Shang Qinghua feels a giddy excitement building up.
The first slick finger slides right in his crack, dripping the liquid everywhere. Mobei-Jun circles it around, pressing on the rim every time he passes over it. Just when Shang Qinghua wants to ask his king to stop teasing, Mobei-Jun presses a finger in.
It slips in easily and starts to slide in and out. It isn’t much yet. It’s not stretching him beyond his limits—that will come later—Instead, it’s a nice massage. Something he will definitely ask for again when he’s tired and his king is in an indulging mood.
Mobei-Jun adds a second finger and picks up the pace a little. The friction is creating sloppy, wet sounds with each thrust. When his king mischievously curls his fingers, Shang Qinghua feels like his behind might just melt from how good it is.
He’s gasping and moaning against Mobei-Jun’s cock, surrendering himself to the sensation and savouring the musky scent. Giddily, Shang Qinghua starts sucking at his king’s dick.
Like this he was getting taken from two ends in a way. Mobei-Jun was still moving his fingers in and out, now having added a third, and Shang Qinghua was starting to feel the stretch. Meanwhile, the cock in his mouth was warm and pulsing, getting harder and harder with each slide of his tongue.
Suddenly the sensation in his ass stops as Mobei-Jun’s fingers come to a halt. Shang Qinghua waits a few seconds, hoping Mobei-Jun will resume but his hand stays still. Shang Qinghua looks up to see what Mobei-Jun is doing and sees his king looking at him with a playful twinkle in his eye.
Oh no.
“Is something wrong?” Mobei-Jun asks nonchalantly. “Do you want something?”
This absolutely evil demon! Just when it was starting to feel so good! My king, get back to it! This Airplane wants to Soar already!
Shang Qinghua made sure to moan his complaints at Mobei-Jun as he shot him a glare. Mobei-Jun just let out a chuckle before pressing Shang Qinghua’s head further down on his cock.
Shang Qinghua keeps grumbling but takes Mobei-Jun in deeper. If he’s going to be teased like this he will just have to tease his king back with his own mouth. Keeping a firm hold on his king’s hips, he gets down and swallows before moving up again. He repeats this at an increasingly relentless pace. It’s tough, and requires all his concentration, but the way he can feel Mobei-Jun tremble under his fingers— tremble! —and twitch in his mouth fuels his determination to keep going.
“Hnn—!” Mobei-Jun hisses loudly. “Ahh, Qinghua!”
Oh fuck, that’s sexy. He needs to keep going! And—
Suddenly Mobei-Jun slips his fingers out and pulls Shang Qinghua off his cock. Before Shang Qinghua can react, he is flipped over on his back. Totally unprepared for the sudden shift in positions, Shang Qinghua yelps as his ass lands and bounces slightly on the bedding. Getting over his slight shock, he pops himself up on his elbows and looks at Mobei-Jun just in time to see his king nestle himself between Shang Qinghua’s tights.
Mobei-Jun does not waste a second as he spreads Shand Qinghua’s legs apart and takes the lonely dick in his mouth.
Tight in Mobei-Jun’s grasp, Shang Qinghua cannot do anything but whimper and whine as his king is slowly taking him apart. Mobei-Jun sucks dick like he rules his kingdom, fiercely, efficiently, and utterly ruthless. He is sparing Shang Qinghua no mercy.
“My king, so good, my king! Your mouth feels so amazing!” Shang Qinghua moaned loudly, basking in the feeling of Mobei-Jun’s lips around his cock.
Mobei-Jun took out the bottle with lube again and drizzled it on Shang Qinghua’s perineum and let it drip down to his opening. Soon his king’s fingers were back and massaging his inner walls. It felt so good Shang Qinghua was sure he had ascended to godhood.
“My kingggg, I’m going to cum! Please, my king, I will cum! So good, so good, my king, you really are the best! Please, please, please! Ah~!”
He could not hold on any longer. With a loud shout he released into Mobei-Jun’s mouth, hips buckling and trembling under his king’s skillful fingers.
Shang Qinghua let his head fall back on the bedding and took a moment to catch his breath. He could vaguely feel Mobei-Jun pulling his slick fingers out but he felt too fuzzy to care right now.
Mobei-Jun wiped his hand on the sheets before dropping himself next to Shang Qinghua and placing his arm over Shang Qinghua’s chest.
Now that his king was right next to him Shang Qinghua took a moment to study his face. While his king was not yet panting, his cheeks were still slightly flushed. His lips were swollen and shiney, and Shang Qinghua could just see a slight hint of his cum in the corner of his mouth. His king looked so beautiful like this.
“You are not getting your spent back,” Mobei-Jun announced without a hint of shame. “I made you come so it is mine now.”
Shang Qinghua blinked. He was not sure how to react to that. Well, he supposed if it made his king happy…
“But what about you, my king. Can this one finish you off and claim your cum as well?” Shang Qinghua asked, slightly intrigued. He wondered what Mobei-Jun would taste like. So far the pre-cum had tasted tangy but okay.
“You can’t.” Mobei-Jun responded. “Not tonight.”
“Huh, why not, my king? Is it some demonic cultural thing?” he asked, trying to remember if he ever wrote something about cum claiming into his story.
“No, not because of that.” Mobei-Jun said. He leaned in and kissed Shang Qinghua. “Qinghua is so good this king could not restrain himself, and for the rest of the night I will finish inside you.”
Shang Qinghua’s face flushed and glanced down to see if he had understood that correctly. But yes, there his king’s dick was; wet and spent. His king had come from that! His hands had been preoccupied. Holy shit, he had come untouched from blowing Shang Qinghua!
“My apologies,” Mobei-Jun said sincerely, probably mistaken Shang Qinghua’s silence for anger. “After tonight I will make sure you can claim it until you are satisfied.”
“My king! That is— There is no—” He stumbled over his words, his hands waving, as he tried to gather his thoughts. His king looked so intensely and sincerely at him though, and Shang Qinghua felt like nothing else mattered much. He let his hands drop down and gave in. “This one would be honored.”
Mobei-Jun smiled and rejoined their mouths. He kissed and nipped him cheekily before pulling away again.
His King said nothing for a few seconds and then he moved down, placing a kiss right on Shang Qinghua’s heart. He looked up at Shang Qinghua with a weird vulnerable look to him. ‘You understand?’ his eyes seemed to say.
Shang Qinghua’s heart skipped a beat as he remembered that he had also done so before they had started this whole thing. Who knew his king could be this cute? He could not handle this! It was simply too much! But yes, this one understands, my king.
He cupped Mobei-Jun’s face in his hand and brought it up to kiss it again. Neither Mobei-Jun or Shang Qinghua were willing to speak of what exactly was between them. Not yet at least. If neither of them could use their words, they would just have to tell each other through actions.
He wanted to show Mobei-Jun how amazing he thought him, how much he wanted him in his life, how much he needed him.
“I want you in me, my king,” Shang Qinghua whispered against Mobei-Jun’s lips. “Please, my king.”
Mobei-Jun groaned into the kiss and slipped his tongue back in. His king’s hands reached down and kneaded Shang Qinghua’s ass, grabbing at every little bit they could reach. Shang Qinghua eagerly grabbed his king, too, pulling him closer and running his fingers through his dark locks.
They pawed at each other, both losing themselves in the excitement, and it wasn’t long before they were getting hard again, still wet from the previous load.
Shang Qinghua spread his legs even further and felt Mobei-Jun sink into the space between. With each move he could feel the large dick sliding past his, almost as if it was seeking a hole to fill.
“My king~” Shang Qinghua gasped between moans. He could no longer stand to wait. He needed his king now!
“This king knows, Qinghua,” Mobei-Jun told him in a voice so low it resonated in Shang Qinghua’s bones. “I can feel you trembling in my grasp. Your body is begging to be taken.” He grabbed Shang Qinghua by the neck, lightly pressing where he could feel the blood pounding. “Rest assured, I will make you mine.”
“Yesss!” Shang Qinghua whined at the thought, feeling slightly dizzy and breathless. “My king! Please, come inside me! Your humble servant wants you in him!”
With a growl Mobei-Jun grabbed his ass and slipped a few fingers into Shang Qinghua to see if he was still nice and loose. They went in easily, it made Shang Qinghua wonder how easy Mobei-Jun’s dick would be. Even though it would still be a stretch—a delicious stretch by a large cock taking him brutally—he no longer feared that it would be too painful. He was so ready!
Mobei-Jun gave an approving grunt before pulling his fingers out and taking his dick in hand. As he lined it up Shang Qinghua could feel the head nudging his opening. Even though he thought he was no longer afraid a slight nervousness settled in his belly.
Removing his hand from Shang Qinghua’s neck Mobei-Jun grabbed both of Shang Qinghua’s wrists and pulled his arms above his head. Shang Qinghua shot Mobei-Jun a questioning look as his king firmly held both wrists in one hand.
“There will be no need to hit this one this time,” Mobei-Jun said, hovering over Shang Qinghua, trapping him against the bedding with both hands and dick. “If you experience discomfort, call for me and I shall do my best to fulfil my mate’s every need.”
Shang Qinghua gulped and nodded eagerly.
Mobei-Jun gave him one small nip on his cheek before moving his hips and pressing into Shang Qinghua. Immediately the dick stretched his walls, much bigger than Mobei-Jun’s fingers had been, but slowly, in small thrusts, it went in deeper and deeper.
It really was big, Shang Qinghua thought as his eyes started watering, gasping each time Mobei-Jun moved forward. He has never felt so full before. With Mobei-Jun’s hand grasping his wrists and his rod spearing him below, Shang Qinghua truly could not move.
He gasped when he could feel the dick poking all the way to his core. “Is it, ah— in?”
Mobei-Jun gave a small grunt and with a last thrust sheathed himself in completely.
“My king!” Shang Qinghua shrieked as he felt his king’s balls slap against his ass. Mobei-Jun spared him no mercy and immediately started thrusting in and out.
He could feel Mobei-Jun’s dick sliding against his inner walls, the slight ridges of his alpha cock scraping his flesh. It felt so much better than anything his fingers or the occasional oblong-shaped object had managed to produce. The cock was hot and pulsing inside him, slamming into his insides with each thrust. Each thrust shooting pleasure up his spine and belly. It was nearly too much.
“Qinghua is taking me so well. Tight and wet, just for me,” Mobei-Jun growled, tightening his hold on Shang Qinghua’s wrists and hip as he pounded into him.
Shang Qinghua felt a sudden need to cling onto Mobei-Jun. He squirmed in Mobei-Jun’s grasp but found that he could still not move his arms. Mobei-Jun seemed to notice him struggling and snapped his hips up more furiously.
“Ah, Ah! My king, so much! It’s too much!” Shang Qinghua cried out, so overwhelmed a few tears slipped down his cheeks. “ So good . I can’t, my king, I can’t—!”
Soon the waves of pleasure took over his mind and the only thing that mattered was getting more of his king’s dick inside of him. He propped his feet up and lifted his hips off the bed. Immediately he could feel it working. With the new angle Mobei-Jun could slide in even faster.
“Good, give yourself to me!” Mobei-Jun grunted before biting down on the soft flesh of Shang Qinghua’s nape.
Even though Shang Qinghua was a peak lord and had a reasonable amount of strength, it was getting hard to keep up. His legs were trembling from the strain as he tried to keep himself up and open for his king. His prostate was getting abused by the brutal pace Mobei-Jun was setting as he slammed into Shang Qinghua over and over again. His poor virgin body was being pushed to its limit.
“My king—,” Shang Qinghua managed to say between moans. “Please help this one, ahh! I cannot stay up for much longer!”
Normally he would not dare to demand things from his king, but Mobei-Jun was now balls-deep inside him, stirring up his insides with each thrust, he no longer felt such boundaries between them.
Shang Qinghua was desperately trying to balance himself while keeping up with Mobei-Jun’s thrusts. It was getting harder and harder to keep himself upright. Please, my king, this one really needs your help!
Mobei-Jun, however, seemed content to just watch Shang Qinghua struggle. His eyes were completely fixated on the movement of Shang Qinghua’s hips. It was then that Shang Qinghua realized Mobei-Jun had stopped moving and it was only Shang Qinghua himself who was moving on his king’s dick.
“My king, please!” He begged with a sob. His king was so mean. He seemed way too into watching Shang Qinghua do all the work. “My king, my legs will give out! Ah—!”
Just when he felt his strength failing and his legs giving in Mobei-Jun released his wrists to grab his hips in a strong grip to keep him from collapsing. Immediately, Mobei-Jun pulled Shang Qinghua towards him again, slamming in deep, and resumed fucking him.
“Ah! I can feel you so deep, my king!” he shouted, completely lost, as Mobei-Jun fucked into him. Now that Mobei-Jun was keeping him up Shang Qinghua could tilt his head up. When he looked down towards their joining, he could see Mobei-Jun’s dick sinking in and out of him.
“You see it, too?” Mobei-Jun asked him, watching Shang Qinghua staring. “Come feel it.”
He grabbed one of Shang Qinghua’s hands—still keeping the both of them up effortlessly. His king was really strong. So sexy—and placed the hand on Shang Qinghua’s stomach.
“Holy shit! Ah! Your dick!” Shang Qinghua gasped as he felt a bulge in his belly. Now that he was looking at it he could see his stomach slightly bulging with each thrust. “Fuck, that’s so hot. You really are inside me, my king.”
“Hgn, yes,” Mobei-Jun growled, drawing out the sound, as he trusted deep inside again. His hands gripped Shang Qinghua’s hip tightly and pulled Shang Qinghua onto his cock with each snap of his hips. His eyes seemed fixated on the shifting small bump in Shang Qinghua’s stomach. “You look perfect like this. Round with my cock.”
“Fuck yes, my king!” Shang Qinghua could only moan. He was getting so close.
“I wonder how you will look swollen with my seed.”
“Please, my King! Make a mess of my insides!” Shang Qinghua shouted, too far in his pleasure to really care about his cringey porn dialogue. “I’m so close, ah! You feel so good~! Are you close to coming, my king?
“Not yet.” Mobei-Jun’s thumbs dug dangerously close to his groin.
“Huh?! Why not? It feels so good!”
“Oh, you want me to come?” Mobei-Jun said with a dangerous smirk.
In an instant Mobei-Jun pulled Shang Qinghua onto his lap, hauling him all the way up. Shang Qinghua gasped as he sunk deeper onto the cock inside him, his legs now falling on either side of Mobei-Jun. Other than that Mobei-Jun kept still, no longer providing Shang Qinghua with mind numbing pleasure.
“My king, this is— I was so close, too! Don’t edge me like this!” Shang Qinghua grumbled, squirming as the pleasure that had been building up in his belly was circling around in him with no way to release.
“You will cum on my knot and my knot only,” Mobei-Jun whispered in his ear with an evil delight.
Absolutely evil! His king better stop his bullying and make it up by continuing to fuck Shang Qinghua into bliss. Like right now!
But his king was the merciless Mobei-Jun of the Northern realm. As per Shang Qinghua’s own wishes he did not spare anyone. Fuck him for being so sexy.
“Make it happen then,” his king commanded.
With a pout Shang Qinghua shifted his legs and raised himself up—moaning as he felt the dick scrape past his insides—until only the tip remained inside. He locked his eyes with his king’s—an unspoken challenge between them—and let himself drop down.
Immediately pleasure shot up his spine as Mobei-Jun’s cock hit him deep inside, right where the warmth had been pooling. Another moan escaped his lips and he grasped Mobei-Jun’s shoulders to anchor himself. In this position he could easily feel how Mobei-Jun’s cock parted his walls and shaped his insides until it became the perfect sheath for his king’s sword.
It was nearly ridiculous how good and slutty it made him feel.
Keeping eye contact, he lifted himself up again and down, each time a little faster and with a little more fervor. It wasn’t long before he was bouncing himself on Mobei-Jun’s lap, desperate to get as much friction as possible.
“Does Qinghua like claiming his rightful place?” Mobei-Jun asked breathy, very content to simply observe and enjoy.
No fair! Here Shang Qinghua was doing all the work, panting and sweating to keep a good pace, and Mobei-Jun didn’t even look half as flustered as he should! Meanwhile, all his king had to do is smirk his devilish smile and utter a few filthy words and he had Shang Qinghua moaning and trembling. Seriously, the creator of this world is giving you a personal lapdance, have the decency to look disheveled!
“I can feel you tightening. Does the thought of warming my lap excite you?”
What was up with his king suddenly talking so much. Please stop teasing Shang Qinghua and moan already!
“Should I sit you on my lap during the next meeting?”
“As if anyone would wa—Ah—nt to see this one so— so shamelessly,” Shang Qinghua panted.
“Oh?” Mobei-Jun said, one eyebrow raised. “Do you not know how seductive you are? How clever and dangerous? Just your scent alone today had everyone looking at you with their unworthy eyes.”
Mobei-Jun’s hand moved up until it came resting on Shang Qinghua’s neck, fingers digging into his scent glands. Even with slight pressure Shang Qinghua could still feel sparks of pleasure shooting from the spot. He tried to wiggle away but instead just found himself further in Mobei-Jun’s grasp.
“You’ve always smelt so sweet and desirable.” Mobei-Jun leaned in to whisper. “In fact, many times I’ve wanted to push you down and claim you in front of the entire court. Mark you up right then and there. Let them know you are screaming for me and my cock only.”
“Ah, Fuck! ” Shang Qinghua lunched forward and covered Mobei-Jun’s lips with his in an attempt to shut him up before Shang Qinghua really turned to jelly.
He kissed him ferociously, gasping for breath with each bounce, keeping Mobei-Jun mouth entirely occupied. He could tell by the way Mobei-Jun’s lips curled that his king was still entirely too pleased. Very well, it seems he would have to give him a taste of his own medicine, and Shang Qinghua had at least a thousand chapters of dirty talk under his belt.
“It’s my king— Ah —who is definitely the most seductive. The absolute best and sexiest!” Shang Qinghua panted, never losing pace. His training as a peak lord finally coming in handy. “With just a few of your words, demons and humans alike—oooh, yes—drop at your feet. Whenever you battle our enemies—Fuck!—the way you hold your ice swords never leaves my mind. Do you know how many times I had to find a nice and private corner to jerk off in?!”
Not waiting for an answer, Shang Qinghua sank his teeth down into Mobei-Jun’s adam’s apple, gnawing on it slightly. When he heard Mobei-Jun hiss he considered himself on the path to victory.
“I’ve coated the walls of the palace white wishing it was your hand on my dick, your mouth on my neck, your pillar in my ass.”
“You have them now!” Mobei-Jun’s breath hitched as he grabbed Shang Qinghua’s dick and started stroking it at the same pace as Shang Qinghua’s bouncing.
“I want so much more, my king! I want to keep your cock warm as I’m writing up my reports. I want to find the Red Mimic Flower to create two of you so I can be stuffed from both ends. I want your seed to leak out of me when I have to attend another boring sect meeting!”
Shang Qinghua, no longer in control over his mouth, confessed his dirtiest fantasies and rode his king until the latter breath was finally becoming heavier.
“I want to be tied over my table so you can use me however you like! I want to thrust my cock between your soft tits until I come all over your face! I want— Ah, I want, my king — ! ”
“Yes! Everything you want, you shall have!” Mobei-Jun moaned, clutching Shang Qinghua’s hips, pulling him along as he started trusting again.
“Then I want your knot, my king! Please, give me your knot!” He begged. “I want to cum!”
With a large growl Mobei-Jun pulls Shang Qinghua off of him and flips him over until Shang Qinghua is on his hands and knees, face down, and his ass up in the air. Immediately Mobei-Jun sheaths himself inside again, fully leaning over Shang Qinghua, and resumes fucking him. He slides easily in and out now that Shang Qinghua’s hole is wet and fucked open, creating the most obscene noises Shang Qinghua has ever heard.
He is really getting bred now, Shang Qinghua thinks, as he is taken like an animal at a relentless pace. He trembles underneath Mobei-Jun, clutching his king’s arms like bars on a rollercoaster, and the only thing Shang Qinghua can do is take it as he’s given.
“Are you prepared, Qinghua?” Mobei-Jun asks, panting properly now. Shang Qinghua can feel the base of his knot swelling whenever it hits his asscheeks. They were both so close now. “Will you receive me?”
“Yes, my king—Ah!” Shang Qinghua screamed, moans and sobs leaving him uncontrollably. “Claim me, give it to me, shoot your seed deep inside!”
So close! So close! He could feel Mobei-Jun leaning in, his breath brushing the exposed skin of his nape.
“Qinghua—”
“My king!” Shang Qinghua gasped, the warmth in his belly tightening. “Please make me cum! My Alpha!”
A deep, demonic moan slipped from Mobei-Jun’s lips and he finally sank his teeth deep into the sensitive skin of Shang Qinghua’s neck. Instantly Shang Qinghua’s eyes rolled back as his mind went numb from pleasure, dirting the sheets below with his seed.
Mobei-Jun grunted a few more times with each hard trust before Shang Qinghua could feel a rush of warm shooting up inside him. It was quite a lot and some of it was already dripping out.
They both took a moment to catch their breaths, Shang Qinghua still feeling the lingering tingles traveling across his skin. One of Mobei-Jun’s hands came to support Shang Qinghua’s hips before the other could fall.
Mobei-Jun nosed the spot where he had bitten, breathing deeply before releasing a very satisfied breath of air over it.
“Mine,” he said.
Shang Qinghua laid his free hand over Mobei-Jun’s and slipped his fingers between his.
“Yours,” he whispered back.
Mobei-Jun dragged both of them to a part of the bed that hadn’t touched their sweat or cum before laying them down. Content to stay there until he could slip out of him again.
It took another moment before Shang Qinghua’s brain was caught up again.
“Wow we actually did it my king. High five!” Shang Qinghua said absentmindedly, shoving his open hand near Mobei-Jun’s face. His king just looked perplexed at the hand before placing a kiss on the palm.
“High five,” he said back.
….
His king really is the best.
After a few minutes neither of them seemed keen to move again and Shang Qinghua could feel himself getting drowsy.
Mobei-Jun pulled him closer and buried his nose in Shang Qinghua’s nape. He inhaled deeply before releasing a pleased sigh.
“My king?” Shang Qinghua asked.
“Stay.”
Shang Qinghua smiled. His king need not worry. Content and lulled to sleep by the steady breaths of his king he felt no desire to leave.
“I see you’ve finally succeeded,” Shen Qingqiu remarked the next day when he saw Shang Qinghua’s high up-do and low collared neckline, leaving the new mating mark as visible as possible.
“Yup, my king and I are finally bonded,” Shang Qinghua said, unable to keep the satisfaction out of his voice. “It was fantastic! I cannot believe we waited so long before doing it. Tonight I will try—”
“Spare me the details,” Shen Qingqiu snapped as he shoved his fan in Shang Qinghua’s face. He waited a bit to see if Shang Qinghua would really keep his mouth shut before lowering his fan again. “Congratulations, I suppose.”
“Thanks, Bro,” Shang Qinghua said with a smile. “Who knew all this time I had a scent?”
“It is certainly a revelation,” Shen Qingqiu agreed, fanning himself leisurely. “Though I cannot believe you, the author, did not know this about your own world.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault the system decided to fill in the blanks like this.” Anything Shang Qinghua had not written about was technically a number of infinite possibilities. In some way Mobei-Jun’s romantic interest in him also fell under this category, but wow was he glad it did. To have transmigrated into his own story really was a blessing.
“We still have to do something about that perfume though. It will definitely require more testing now that we have this information,” Shen Qingqiu said.
“Let’s just send it back to Mu Qingfang and let him handle it.” Shang Qinghua suggested, not interested in dealing with the perfume more than he had to. If it gets spilled again, his king might get jealous. “Now if only it will spill on him and a certain martial brother of us walked by…”
“Qinghua, it’s time to go,” the voice of his king and mate rang through the hall as he approached. He was wearing his travel clothes today, looking absolutely handsome, his furred cloak artfully draped over his broad shoulders.
“You will be going?” Shen Qingqiu asks as he grabs the hand of Luo Binghe, who had arrived with Mobei-Jun.
“My mate and I will be looking for the Red Mimic Flower,” Mobei-Jun answered. “I have been told it’s a most useful plant.”
Shen Qingqiu just shot a disgusted glare at Shang Qinghua, clearly knowing the true purpose of the flower.
“Well, see you soon, Shen-shixiong,” Shang Qinghua said, holding onto Mobei-Jun as they got ready to leave. Just as the shadows wrapped themselves around them he could just hear Luo Binghe asking Shen Qingqiu about the flower, and if they also had to get it.
When they stepped out of the shadows a field of red flowers greeted them with a strong sweet smell. Definitely a good setting for some romantic diligence, Shang Qinghua thought. Still, one question remained on his mind.
“So, my king, I’ve been meaning to ask,” Shang Qinghua said, no longer afraid his questions would ever be denied. “What do I smell like? You said it was sweet?”
Mobei-Jun stepped closer to him. A rare gentle smile on his face as he brushed his thumb over Shang Qinghua’s bite mark and said:
“You smell of plum blossoms.”