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At some point during an intense session of pouring over the weekly bookkeeping for the Northern Palace, Shang Qinghua had run out of melon seeds. The seeds were the closest he’d been able to find in this world to a junk food that was easy to shove into your mouth one handed while otherwise writing or occupied. Shang Qinghua burned through an amazing amount of them for someone as small and undemonic as he was.
He reached over to his bowl and patted around, searching for a stray seed, and came up empty. He huffed and realized that there was no light coming through his window. He’d been cooped up in here for hours without really moving. The cracks that ran down his spine when he stretched his arms over his head were bad enough even he felt like he needed to get up off his ass for a bit!
In no time he was down in the kitchen sneaking around to avoid the head cook looking for something else to munch on once he got back to his office to finish his work for the evening, hopefully before Mobei Jun was ready to retire for a nice private dinner alone together. That thought had Shang Qinghua smiling to himself as he poked through an empty pantry, and that’s where he saw it.
It was some sort of melon, with a deep emerald green rind that was bright even in the light of the cool pantry, round and small enough that it looked like it would be perfect for one person to enjoy. Checking to make sure no one was watching - technically Shang Qinghua was the second highest ranked person in the palace but even his king was loathe to upset the ancient demon woman who had been feeding the clan for centuries - he snatched the melon up and was back in his office before anyone was the wiser.
The rind split easily and revealed a sparkling red flesh with milky white seeds. Shang Qinghua licked some of the juice that spattered onto his hand as he cut the fruit, and it was delicious, just shy of being too sweet.
He ignored the tingling in his mouth, almost nostalgic for pineapple from it, and took a huge bite. The flavor was even better than the taste he’d gotten from the syrupy juice. Shang Qinghua took another bite and another and another, each one more delicious than the one previous until he realized he’d eaten almost the entire melon.
He must have been more hungry than he’d thought! He sighed loudly and patted his belly, full and content. His mouth still tingled but surely that wasn’t anything weird. Pineapple, remember? He shrugged off the slight weirdness and returned to his work, letting himself get engrossed in the sort of hyperfocus he used to use to write 15,000 words of Red Bull-fueled madness overnight to keep his steady stream of fic income. He needed to get this done so he could have the pleasant evening with his king he was envisioning so vividly in his head.
Shang Qinghua paused. He was starting to imagine it almost too vividly, slowly removing the lavish robes from Mobei Jun’s perfectly sculpted body to reveal an almost endless expanse of silky pale skin, letting his own hands run all over that body and down into the cool bath water to take ahold of the magnificent pillar lurking just below the surface…
Just the thought left him flushed and warm.
Too warm.
Shang Qinghua’s office was enchanted to always be a pleasant temperature to the only human who lived in the Northern Palace even without any of the other special magical tokens Mobei Jun had given him to help combat the cold, but it was supposed to be just that. Pleasantly warm! The room felt suffocatingly hot. He pressed the back of his hand against his forehead and grimaced. He felt like he had a fever and he could feel the sweat start to break out all over his body.
There was no way he would have fallen ill this quickly. He was perfectly fine earlier! Nothing out of the ordinary had happened all day with the exception of the melon he’d eaten. He’d never seen that particular fruit before.
He glared at the left over rind and realized just how much he could still smell the now cloying sweetness. No normal melon would be acting like this!
He pushed away from his desk. He needed fresh air in order to get his thoughts back on track to figuring out what he’d eaten and if he was in immediate danger of dying from some thrice damned demon poison fruit. He was hit with dizziness as he stood and wobbled for a second but managed to right himself.
The tingling he’d felt in his mouth while eating the fruit had started to move down the rest of his body, leaving the skin of his chest feeling tingly and sensitive and too tight. He needed to get to somewhere more private than his office to really take stock of himself and wrack his brain to see if he could remember writing whatever it is he’d just eaten and from there figure out what the antidote was. He hoped the tightness in his chest wasn’t his airways closing from some previously unknown allergic reaction, not that a peak lord should have an allergic reaction to begin with but there was always some new hell to discover!
He had just enough presence of mind to grab the rind to bring with him along with an armful of scrolls for cataloguing demon poisons he both remembered writing and had since encountered after transmigrating. It was hard navigating his own story without being able to ctrl+f his documents. This was the best he could manage in this world.
Several long anxiety filled minutes later sneaking through even more halls of the palace, Shang Qinghua found himself in his private bedroom, one he rarely used anymore, with all of the material he could think of to maybe help him figure out what was happening to his body. He had thankfully not dropped dead yet, so it couldn’t be too fast acting a poisonous death fruit!
He still felt feverish all over as he spread the scrolls over the desk in his room but it wasn’t progressing or getting any worse at least. The heat concentrated in his chest and he loosened his robes to let some of the cool, refreshing air against his skin. As he did so, he brushed against his chest and jolted at the pleasure that shot through him. That was super weird! He was a guy and while it did feel nice when Mobei Jun sometimes caressed his chest with his large, battle worn hands while they made love, it was never something that intense. Maybe his king should caress him more often… He was getting distracted and off task. It was time to figure out what he had eaten and not how he would like to be eaten!
Nothing in his scrolls after several more tortuous minutes trying to read matched the still incredibly good smelling melon that sat on a plate on his desk mocking him. He flopped dramatically onto his bed, arms spread out as he tried to ignore how the fine silk of his clothes was starting to feel like sandpaper against the curves of his chest.
Shang Qinghua sat straight up like he was his favorite undead American professional wrestler. He didn’t have curves to his chest! He wasn’t a certain beloved demon lord son blessed with magnificent pecs that begged to be clung to. Shang Qinghua was lean and sometimes leaning too close to the side of scrawny to have curves to his chest! He flew across the room to stand in front of the modestly sized enchanted demon mirror he’d dug out of a store room and ripped open the rest of his robes bare to the waist.
There, plain as day on his chest, were two very full looking perky breasts instead of the usual flat maybe if he was being generous to himself pecs he normally had. Not quite a D cup but a very respectable C at least, each topped by a nipple he could only describe as delicate cherry blossoms.
He had boobs. He’d grown boobs after eating a demon melon.
“Fuck.”
They were very nice looking boobs. If Shang Qinghua had seen them on anyone else he would have been quite delighted, but since he was a man and they were now on his body, he was having trouble finding any delight in them.
“Shit fucking shit!”
All the color drained from his face as he realized that if he had now had a great pair of womanly breasts thanks to a magical body changing demon melon, there could have been other changes to his body he hadn’t discovered yet. He shoved his hand down his pants and groped. He’d never been more thankful in his life to feel his little airplane still safely tucked away in his underclothes. A little more poking around down below didn’t yield any unfortunate new orifices, and Shang Qinghua was able to sigh in relief that at least his dick was still safe.
Penis crisis averted for the time being, he was drawn back to staring at his boobs. They really were nice to look at. The sort of breast you just wanted to reach out and hold in your hands. He loosened his robes a bit more so he could turn from side to side to look at his boobs in the mirror. He even stretched his arms up over his head to see how they’d look in a sexy pose.
“Not bad at all!”
Maybe even better than some of the wives he’d designed for Luo Binghe! He’d never thought his skin could be described as creamy, but that was the only word he could think of for his new expanse of skin. He’d never actually touched a pair of tits before. He’d only seen some in person by accident in high school. Shang Qinghua cast a furtive glance at the door he’d secured to make sure no one had breached it without his knowing in the past few minutes. When he’d confirmed he was still very much alone in his room, he cupped his breasts with hands and gave them a gentle squeeze.
He did not anticipate how good that was going to feel! He had no idea boobs could feel that good! Each squeeze sent a zing of pleasure down his body. If he hadn’t checked for his dick previously, the stirring he felt below the belt now as he began to get into a good rhythm feeling himself up would have answered that question for him. His breasts were a pleasant weight in his hands and quite warm to the touch.
He definitely did not think about how large hands that were slightly rough from battle would feel massaging these sensitive new mounds or how they would be slightly cool to the touch like his king always was, how that would feel now against overheated flesh as he was caressed and kneaded and sucked...
It was all Shang QInghua could think about when he grabbed a nipple between his fingers and pinched. The pressure left him weak in the knees and moaning out loud. He’d never felt like he could get off solely from playing with his own nipples ever before but his cock was proudly erect and straining against his clothes. It was like there was a direct connection between the pressure on his nipples and his dick. How did women not play with their boobs literally all of the time! The pressure got more and more exquisite the more he pinched himself, building towards what he thought was going to be one hell of a nice orgasm.
The release came, just not in the way Shang Qinghua expected it.
He finally gave up his battle to remain standing as intense pleasure flooded his chest and collapsed down to sit on the floor. That’s when he noticed that his pillar was still fully erect. He’d definitely felt something release in his body just then. He’d moaned a lot! He was breathing so hard! He took a deep breath to try and calm his racing heart. He let go of his firm hold on his breasts as maybe it was time he stopped fooling around with himself and time he started looking for a solution to this melon problem.
His hands were covered in white droplets. Milky, white droplets.
He licked one before he could process what he was doing. Yes, that was sweet milk he tasted. Milk on his hands that had touched his new magic boobs that he’d been squeezing. Milk that came out of his new magic boobs that he’d been squeezing.
“What the FUCK?!” By the time he’d reached screaming out the word fuck, Shang Qinghua’s voice had reached a level of shrill rarely heard in the demon kingdom. He’d almost been into having a temporary pair of fun pillows of his own to mess around with before solving how to get rid of them, but leaking milk like he was some sort of hentai fetish girl was simply too much for him to handle. It was too weird! He checked to make sure his dick was still in his pants. Thankfully, or not considering his leaky boob situation, he was still hard and aching so at least that part was still working the way it was supposed to.
He wiped the milk off on his robes and crawled over to one of several bookcases in his room to start digging through the special books he kept there for more privacy and easy access to see if he could find anything about what to do about his plight. The melon had produced a physical change within him that was more than superficial since his body was producing milk, though it thankfully seemed like the enhancement of his mammary glands was the only real change to his plumbing. It shouldn’t be too hard to put back?
He tried to calm himself enough so he could remember that he was an accomplished cultivator who could check on his meridians and see if there was any deviation to his qi that he should be really worried about, but it was hard to look inwards when it just made him really aware of how his breasts now ached. That juicy fullness he’d been checking out to his tits was actually just a bunch of milk and now it wanted out of his body! He slumped back down on the floor and dropped the book he held. If he was going to get anything done, he was going to have to milk himself and then jerk off because that still hadn’t flagged either. His balls felt as full as his boobs did.
“Why does all this terrible shit keep happening to me?”
He’d never milked a cow before but he’d seen a few random cute animal videos online that showed baby cows and goats happily getting a meal from their mothers. It was just suction. He could do this. He gripped his boobs like he’d done so before and squeezed.
Nothing came out.
He tried it again and still nothing came out.
“Oh come on! You did it before,” Shang Qinghua whined down at his plump chest. He tried again, this time starting at the base and squeezing upwards like he was trying to get the last bit of toothpaste out of the tube, and was rewarded with the tiniest little white bead forming on the tip of each of his nipples. It wasn’t the immediate relief of pressure he wanted, but at least it was a start. He tried to get into a better rhythm with it and finally was able to get a spurt of milk free.
He had thought he would have more time to get this problem taken care of, but Shang Qinghua hadn’t realized how much time he’d been spending toying around with his new anatomy. It was well past the time he would join his king for their evening meal together. That became glaringly apparent when the air rent itself open and Mobei Jun walked out of a shadow portal. There had been several discussions about how it was not ok to simply punch a locked door open whenever Mobei Jun felt like it because sometimes Shang Qinghua needed private time. The locked door signified that need for quiet time. Mobei Jun had been confused at first since everything within the Northern Palace was his, most especially his beloved Shang Qinghua, and he wanted access to him whenever he wanted it. He didn’t like making his betrothed scream at him in annoyance as much as he used to now that he’d finally learned new, more interesting noises he could get the little man make, so he’d taken to following the door edict very seriously.
“You did not appear for dinner and I was unable to reach you,” Mobei Jun said as he crossed his arms and made an expression that constituted a pout on his normally impassive face. He was the second most powerful and terrifying man in all of the realms, and he explained himself to no one save Luo Binghe. He was clearly explaining why he had circumvented the door edict by bypassing the door altogether.
Shang Qinghua would have found this sweet, but instead he stared at his king with red hot embarrassment. There was no way Mobei Jun could see him in the state he was in. It was fucking weird! His king was going to take one look at his milky breasts and either laugh or be repulsed. Shang Qinghua’s heart wouldn’t be able to handle either option. He shrieked and yanked his robes closed and prayed his king hadn’t seen anything weird since he was still sitting on the floor. “I’m sorry, my king. This humble servant had simply gotten wrapped up in his work and missed what time it was!”
"You’ve never done so before.”
Mobei Jun looked down at Shang Qinghua and tilted his head curiously.
Shang Qinghua grew redder as he watched his king’s eyes narrow as he started to sniff the air. He clutched at his robes even tighter.
“You smell different. Why?”
Shang Qinghua almost fell over and looked up at his king with his face blazing red, arms crossed over his chest and holding his robes closed for dear life at this point. He couldn’t believe Mobei Jun’s heightened demon senses were actually smelling his breast milk, but it was also just very rude to say he could! “You can’t just ask me why I smell different!”
Mobei Jun blinked. “Why not? You smell different. It’s…” The demon paused as he searched for the correct way to describe the warm and almost intoxicating smell that was layered over Shang Qinghua’s usual scent. “It is most pleasing.”
He stared hard at his king’s face and looked for any sign of a joke, not that Mobei Jun was ever one for jokes, but Shang Qinghua’s insecurities and ability to read the wrong things into any situation or conversation were legendary. A part of his brain wanted to demand if Shen Qingqiu had put him up to this prank. Mobei Jun was looking flushed, and his skin taking on a darker blue tinge in places where a normal human would blush. The ice blue of his eyes looked darker as his pupils dilated, and his nostrils flared as he tried to take deeper breaths without openly sniffing the air like he had previously. This was no prank.
Mobei Jun was turned on. He was turned on from whatever new scent he was picking up from Shang Qinghua’s body. The new scent that surely was centered around Shang Qinghua’s chest because it wasn’t like he’d put on a new perfume that day. The melon boobs were the only thing different to make him smell more alluring than usual. It had taken a while for it to really sink in that Mobei Jun desired him in just about every way physically in spite of Shang Qinghua being nowhere near a beauty in any of the realms, but it was true. Mobei Jun never strayed and never ran out of interesting ways to make Shang Qinghua’s body sing with pleasure. It had felt really good fondling himself with his own hands, and he squirmed as he strayed back to thinking about what those large, deadly hands would feel like caressing and massaging his overheated flesh.
“My King.”
Mobei Jun took a step forward.
“You have to promise you won’t laugh.”
“You have my word.”
Shang Qinghua slowly stood up from his place on the floor so he no longer looked like an eroge girl trapped helplessly at the feet of her wicked captor in one of the bad routes. If he was going to do this, he was at least going to do so standing at his full height. He ignored his own blush and shaking hands and pulled open his robes.
The effect on Mobei Jun was immediate. His normally cool composure fell apart as his eyes raked over the newly bared flesh of his beloved, and his expression turned into what could only be described as hungry as he closed the space between them. There was a part of Shang Qinghua’s brain that wanted him to bolt as fast as he could away from the predator that stalked towards him so intently. He internally told it to shut up and let go of the death grip he had on his robes so he wouldn’t be tempted to pull them shut. His king had not laughed. His king’s hands hovered just over the overheated flesh of his breasts. He desperately wanted that distance to vanish.
“Qinghua, you must allow this, you must allow me…”
“Yes yes yes!” Shang Qinghua was surprised at his own boldness and grabbed at a strong wrist to yank the distance between them closed. The relief was instant as strong cool fingers cupped his breast and squeezed like Mobei Jun knew exactly what to do with the bounty presented before him. The milk didn’t ooze free of his nipple like previously and instead hit the sleeve of Mobei Jun’s robes in a strong stream.
Shang Qinghua’s brain almost shut down completely in embarrassment because surely that was the bridge too far in weirdness even for him and his king who had seemed like he was into it, but then he was being scooped effortlessly into his king’s arms. As quickly as Mobei Jun had used the shadows to break into the study, they were both in the king’s private bedroom. Shang Qinghua didn’t even know how he’d lost half his clothes but his entire upper body was completely bare as his back hit the pile of soft furs that covered Mobei Jun’s enormous bed. He pushed up on his elbows so he could watch Mobei Jun tear his own clothing off without a care to what happened to the expensive fabrics and fur. Once his king was completely naked, Shang Qinghua really couldn’t deny just how into this whole freaky situation Mobei Jun was. His cockhead was flushed a deep purple and almost brushed against his stomach. He felt his whole body clench with want. He wanted to be touched more. He wanted that monster demon pillar inside him.
Mobei Jun started to crawl up the bed to where he’d tossed his human. Shang Qinghua took the time he had left to squirm the rest of the way out of his own smallclothes. HIs king smiled just enough that his fangs were visible at the sight of Shang Qinghua’s own leaking wet dick finally free of its confines. Such a grin was a rare sight on Mobei Jun’s handsome face, and it left Shang Qinghua panting and reaching for his erection to let off even some of the tension in his body. Mobei Jun’s eyes flashed wildly and his pace picked up so that he was settled in between his beloved’s legs before Shang Qinghua’s hand could really get going on himself. He brushed his hand easily away.
“That is for your king.”
“Okaaaayy,” Shang Qinghua almost slurred as two large hands slid up his stomach to cup his breasts. It shouldn’t have been possible to be more turned on to realize that Mobei Jun’s hands were large enough to completely cover each of his tits, but that’s exactly what happened. “Please please please!”
Who needed dignity when the only man you’d ever loved was pinching your engorged nipples just shy of too hard and licking his lips at the milk that was now flowing freely from them? No one and certainly not Shang Qinghua!
His icy demon lord lowered his head and licked a trail of milk up the underside of his boob. He’d never quite realized how long Mobei Jun’s blue tinted tongue was prior to just that moment, entranced as it flicked over the peak of his breast before he watched Mobei Jun latch on. It was the only word that could describe what had happened. Mobei Jun had latched onto his breast like he was an enormous dangerous baby and Shang Qinghua was his mother.
It felt absolutely heavenly. Mobei Jun’s tongue pressed against his nipple and kept it pressed against the roof of his mouth with just the right amount of pressure to free Shang Qinghua’s milk in a steady supply. The coolness of his mouth helped soothe the sting of overheated flesh. He swallowed mouthful after mouthful of sweet cream until nothing more could be pulled out of the breast he was latched onto. Mobei Jun pulled free from Shang Qinghua with a loud pop. A dribble of milk ran down his chin, and his tongue snuck out to lick at it.
Shang Qinghua thought it was impossibly cute.
“Oil, get the oil, Now, “ He demanded as he grabbed a fistful of long, silky black hair and tugged. That was not a request.
Sharp teeth nipped at his thoroughly used and sore nipple, but Mobei Jun followed his command well, leaving and returning quickly to the bed with the large vial of lubricating oil. Shang Qinghua had been extremely lucky and happy to discover the slippery substance that flowed like sap from a common shrub in the Northern Desert. After a very disastrous first time when neither of them had understood just how important lube was to Shang Qinghua’s ass and Mobei Jun’s dick, they had searched high and low for something that would work better than grease stolen from the kitchens. This stuff was better the most expensive lube Shang Qinghua had ever ordered from his fave online sex shop.
Mobei Jun licked clean all the milk that had spilled down Shang Qinghua’s boobs and further, not missing a single drop on his beloved’s flesh, and then continued on his way down. He left a trail of gentle bites and hard sucks in his wake. They just made Shang Qinghua’s body ache and throb even more with wanting! He still had one breast that was begging to be sucked dry, his dick was hard and begging to be sucked dry, and his hole was clenching in anticipation of being filled. HIs king needed to get his move on. He pulled on Mobei Jun’s hair some more.
His king got the hint and pushed two very slick fingers into Shang Qinghua to spread the lubricant to help ease his way at the same time that he licked a cool stripe up the underside of his dick. Shang Qinghua yelped and then moaned and then pressed back against the almost frosty digits inside him. He’d never thought he’d come to crave something cold lodged up his backside or sucking his cock, but there was something about the feeling of pleasant coolness against his hot flesh that always left him moaning enthusiastically. There was something about that cold touch that always made him sure it was his king touching him and no one else. It was a feeling that he’d found was uniquely Mobei Jun, and Shang Qinghua loved it. Mobei Jun continued to fuck his fingers in and out of Shang Qinghua, and he would have happily watched his own pale flesh against the sweet pink of his beloved’s flower for hours, but he knew that Shang Qinghua was only so patient. Mobei Jun was also only so patient, and the thought of waiting any longer had him growling in his chest. He needed to be inside his chosen mate.
He spread more of the slick on his own cock to insure that there would be nothing hindering his way inside his little human and wiped his hand clean on the closest piece of fabric. Mobei Jun elegantly arranged himself in a sitting position on the bed, and with a casual but still ridiculous show of strength, he lifted Shang Qinghua bodily off the bed. Shang Qinghua yelped and threw his arms around his king’s neck to steady himself and ended up with his legs on either side of his king’s solid body.
“You you….” He groused while still suspended in the air by the hands holding him firmly on his hips. The tips of Mobei Jun’s claws dug in deliciously to the extra little bit of flesh there. Shang Qinghua took a firm handful of inky black hair and really yanked.
Mobei Jun looked smug as their eyes met. He moved Shang Qinghua closer so their bodies were pressed together and slid a hand down further to pull a cheek apart and reveal the destination for his dripping erection. He thrust lazily up a few times, letting his cock catch on Shang Qinghua’s rim, until neither of them could wait any longer. He slid home in one long sure slide until he was seated all the way to the root inside Shang Qinghua.
Shang Qinghua hissed in pleasure at the stretch of fitting that much inside him. Once he was settled, his horny brain made him aware once more of how full his one breast was still. While sitting on Mobei Jun’s cock was helping his aching dick, it was doing nothing to help his aching chest. He pushed his breast up and tugged his king’s head down. Thankfully, Mobei Jun was not a stupid demon and got the hint immediately.
He latched onto the still swollen nipple and gave it a hard suck at the same time he fucked hard into Shang Qinghua. Shang Qinghua wondered if it was possible to die of feeling too good as his king started to nail his prostate with an accuracy that spoke to just how much practice he’d put into the motion while also gulping huge mouthfuls of milk from his tit. It was so much that it began to dribble from Mobei Jun’s mouth, and he had to stop to lick his own face clean. He kept fucking Shang QInghua as he peppered rough kisses around his nipple before latching back on to continue his feeding.
It was all too much for Shang Qinghua who’d been on edge and turned on for far too long, and he was coming with a shout between them completely untouched. Mobei Jun just growled and kept going, not bothering to stop just because Shang Qinghua had come once, and lifted him up almost entirely off his cock before pulling him back down. He managed to do that only a few more times before Shang Qinghua was wailing out a surprise second orgasm. How was it possible for his dick to recover that quickly?! It must have been the influence of that damn demon melon.
Only when Shang Qinghua was almost sobbing as he was being fucked did Mobei Jun finally let himself go. He buried himself as deep as he could go and flooded Shang Qinghua with his cool demon spend. He didn’t let go of his hold on his human and kept him in his embrace. He could stay hard as long as he needed to thanks to the wonders of demon biology so he didn’t pull out but remained inside him, plugging him up so no seed could leak out right away from where he’d planted it. He might have drained the last spurt he could from the nipple he was latched onto, but he’d also shrewdly noticed that the breast he’d drank from first was feeling full once more.
Mobei Jun was still hungry. He was sure that Shang Qinghua was up for the challenge.
It was many hours and enough orgasms that even Shang Qinghua had lost count later that he lay spooned against the cool bulk of Mobei Jun. He was using one muscular bicep as his pillow. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to move anytime soon as his body had never felt more thoroughly fucked and used. His newfound breasts were finally dry of milk. His nipples were red and sore, and he yawned as he thought about getting Mobei Jun to massage soothing ointment into them once they had the energy to move. His king had a large hand resting possessively over his belly and was making the pleased rumbling purr that he did when he was content. It was a peaceful end to a very stressful day.
Shang Qinghua felt a kiss pressed to the soft skin behind his ear. “I had no idea my Qinghua wanted children, but I am more than happy to provide them.”
Shang Qinghua’s eye twitched. “What children?” Why yes he just happened to have grown a pair of womanly breasts that day due to a funky melon, but that didn’t mean Shang Qinghua was a woman or could get pregnant. Right.
“Why else would you consume the Melon of Blessed and Bountiful Fertility and present yourself to your king?”
"WHAT?!”