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Shang Qinghua is an Alpha.
However, as a cultivator, such a thing was waived into the back of the mind. One of the pillars of cultivation is to transcend desire and instinct; secondary natures were not needed for cultivation, so they were thoroughly suppressed. Shang Qinghua never had problems suppressing his Alphaen nature, no doubt thanks to his past life as a Beta. He can easily curb the desire to dominate and control, and ruts always seemed more like an annoying fever. Scents could be overwhelming, but with practice, they are easily ignored and the reactions it evokes become more of an itch than a calling.
Shang Qinghua is an Alpha, but he prefers to not act like one, as that lot usually gets into unneeded trouble. In fact, he is pretty confident that most consider him a Beta in the Northern Desert. Once, he even got called an omega because of how "submissive" he is to Mobei-Jun. Such claims did not bother Shang Qinghua, as Mobei-Jun was definitely a far scarier Alpha than most.
Demons did not suppress themselves. Rather, they thrived in it, and Mobei-Jun was no exception. If Shang Qonghua was the blandest Alpha, Mobei-Jun was the greatest, with his overpowering scent that knocks Shang Qinghua around with ease and his domineering voice that leaves the human's limbs weak. He made other Alphas bow their heads and scamper away and Omega's bare throats and keen.
Mobei-Jun was a force to be reckoned with, so much so that Shang Qinghua has a very firm rule of not being in the same realm as him when either are in rut – it would only cause disaster. He marks their cycles tediously on a calendar. Mobei-Jun's is far more often, once every handful of months, and Shang Qinghua's falls once in a blue moon. Through careful planning, he always knows when to excuse himself to leave for An Ding Peak at the time Mobei-Jun's rut arrives.
For the first time, their ruts have come to sync up. Not an issue in the least, but certainly interesting to note. Mobei-Jun has never commented on Shang Qinghua's ruts, or his status, so he isn't even sure if Mobei-Jun knows in the first place. It would be best not to say anything now.
In his chambers, Shang Qinghua examines the calendar carefully and with trepidation. It was bound to happen, so he is unsure why he is nervous. Something in his gut is squirming, but he chalks it up to his suppressed Alpha instincts getting antsy now that his rut was rearing up. After all, it was one of the few times a Cultivator allows themselves to let go of some inhibition, lest their body begins to fight back for its natural needs.
In a day, Mobei-Jun's rut would strike. In two days following, Shang Qinghua will feel the draw to mate. They will both be needy and alone, one in the Northern Palace and one in An Ding.
Or, to be accurate, Shang Qinghua will be alone, wallowing in his own pathetic thoughts of his King. Mobei-Jun will probably be fucking some Omega for temporary relief. It's what he imagines anyway - such a strong Alpha must have an unbearable rut, so it would be expected that someone would aid him.
It could be me. I can help… I could just-
No, no, Shang Qinghua waved away that thought immediately. If he went into rut anywhere near Mobei-Jun, he would undoubtedly grab Shang Qinghua by the skull and rip his head off for daring to breathe nearby. Mobei-Jun is a very violent Alpha and has done worse than that to the ones who have challenged him.
Even in these past few days Mobei-Jun has been snarling and brooding more intensely, the pre-rut settling in. Shang Qinghua, unfortunately, found it rather hot, all the while he cursed his unconventional and utterly impossible attraction. Two Alphas could never come together in that way, so Shang Qinghua is left to hopelessly pine and mourn the fact he didn't transmigrate into an Omega or Beta.
Shang Qinghua sighs and places the calendar down on his desk. He carries himself over to his belongings to begin packing them away, most of them being clothes (both his own and Mobei-Jun's – which he stole) to soothe him through his mating cycle in his den on An Ding. Before he leaves, he writes a note and has it delivered to Mobei-Jun by one of the servants, simply saying that he was going to spend the next week or so at An Ding and some well wishes for Mobei-Jun's health while he is in his cycle.
There is no need to say that he too would be in a rut. Mobei-Jun's instincts could get frustrated at the knowledge. Shang Qinghua knows he's already burning under the skin about it.
The note will get handed over by the time he is halfway to An Ding by sword, whistling a tune.
Most ruts are boring. They start with an uncomfortable pressure, hit full swing with an annoying fever and an annoying edge of horniness, and taper off with a crawling feeling of sweat and disgust that can never get scrubbed off with one bath.
Shang Qinghua prepares in a leisure house he keeps on An Ding peak, far from the bulk of the buildings and hidden in a small grove. Here, he is nice and alone, snacking and reading and suffering his way through the mating cycle until he can rein it in and ignore it for another year thanks to his cultivation. It's known that only Beta disciples can come to greet him at this house.
So when he is one day into his stay, his rut still swimming under the surface, he is startled by the tickling of an Alpha scent in his nose. At first, he thinks it may be the incense he has burning, so he stands to check it, but the scent grows heavier, coming in from a breeze through an open window.
It knocks him off kilter when he recognizes the strong Alpha scent, honey-like and baritone, hanging in the air like the brink of a storm. A hint of blood seeps inside of it, and he freezes up, his fight or flight snarling at each other to figure out what to do.
The door gets a harsh bang of a knock. And then an annoyed growl before half of it comes down, Mobei-Jun on the other side and appearing disheveled and annoyed. Shang Qinghua feels like he's had ice water dumped on him. "M-my, my King! Ah, uh, you shouldn't be here!" Shang Qinghua holds a hand over his nose as the room seeps with the scent of a rut. He wants to squirm away and bend his head, becoming small and insignificant to hope the stronger, rutting Alpha doesn't come down on him. "Your cycle- aren't you in rut right now?"
Mobei-Jun growls something as he enters the house and advances with quick strides towards Shang Qinghua, intent in his step. Shang Qinghua squeaks and fumbles on his ass, skittering back with every heavy foot fall that makes the woodboards creak. Mobei-Jun is fearsome and large, his shoulders squared and his eyes almost pitch black, with his teeth bared and dried specks of blood on his skin. Shang Qinghua shudders, heart leaping in his throat.
"Whose blood is that-? Uh, no, don't get any closer! You're in rut, you- you need to calm down, my King!" He squeaks.
Mobei-Jun only pauses a moment to scent the air, but screws his face up as he glances around, as though detecting a rancid smell. Shang Qinghuas thinks that it must be him that Mobei-Jun was taking in.
Mobei-Jun inhaled deeper and then exhaled slowly, fully gathering the scent of pre-rut and the slight tinge of fear that sours the homely and savory book-and-ink scent that often wafts from Shang Qinghua in times of high stress. Which was often. Mobei-Jun licks his lips and looks down at Shang Qinghua, who swallows nervously.
"My King- eep!" Grabbed by the ankle, Shang Qinghua yelps as he is dragged and hauled up so that he's dangling. He only flails a little, his terror too mighty and his instincts too cowardly to properly fight.
Mobei-Jun manhandles him upright and then presses his face to Shang Qinghua's neck, breathing in the source.
Shang Qinghua feels the coils in his body tighten and he grips Mobei-Jun like a lifeline, his heart rabbiting in his chest as he waits for teeth to dig in and shred him at his pulse. All he can do is hope that Mobei-Jun can tell that he has submitted to the greater Alpha, and that there was no need for violence.
" Alpha ," Mobei-Jun rumbles against his body, his voice deep and commanding. The same one that would be used to cause his servant's servant's bow steeply and scamper away to do as demanded.
Shang Qinghua shudders. "M-Mobei, it's me, Shang Qinghua! Pleasedonthurtme-"
"I know who you are."
"...Oh. Ah, then, then my King, can you let me down?"
Mobei-Jun can't resist allowing his teeth to glide over skin, relishing in how Shang Qinghau whimpers and finally starts to struggle, legs trying to kick against the beast that has him held. Despite his protest, Shang Qinghua gets carried a short distance and then dropped down, the bed underneath him making him bounce in a fumbling mass of limbs. Shang Qinghua looks up and swallows, curling up in a protective way and holding a hand over his neck.
"I haven't entered rut yet, so it's not too late to get out of here!" He rushes to say. "I don't know why you came, but uh, a letter would probably have done better if you have something to tell me?"
Mobei-Jun appears to listen to him. Shang Qinghua isn't sure how deep Mobei-Jun is from his senses, but the demonic essence is rolling off of him and the scent of rut is clogging the room despite the draft from the half-broken door. Shang Qinghua covers his nose to stifle the suffocating feeling that turns his gut into knots and screams for him to flee. If he runs now, the other Alpha will make chase and…
Well, Shang Qinghua values his life.
Mobei-Jun clambers onto the bed. Shang Qinghua scoots back against the backboard, staring with wide eyes.
"Qinghua is an Alpha." The demon says rather obviously, licking his lips. Shang Qinghua thinks that he looks like he's teetering on the brink, trying to decide between pouncing and keeping a semblance of civility.
Shang Qinghua nods behind his hand. "Y-yes, I am."
"Entering rut…" Mobei-Jun crawls closer. Shang Qinghua flattens against the backboard, with nowhere to go. "He needs to enter rut now."
"Wh-wuh-" he brings himself in tighter when arms brush his legs. "That's a really bad idea! I don't want to fight! And- and this is a mountain full of cultivators, I don't think the decision is wise on your part to challenge me here!"
Mobei-Jun bares his teeth. "If anyone comes for Qinghua, I will kill them! "
"Uh- that won't be necessary! Calm down, my King, let's just breathe and… figure out why you're here…" Shang Qinghua glances to the side, where his sword is leaning against the wall. With a quick hand, he summons it, and it whips through the air until the familiar hilt finds his palm.
He tightens his grip, until a bone-crushing hand seals around his wrist and twists it. Shang Qinghua bites his lip from crying out and tries to wrestle out, attempting to peel the fingers off his arm, but the grip only gets tighter.
Shang Qinghua curses and swiftly kicks Mobei-Jun against the stomach, but it doesn't get so much as a flinch. Mobei-Jun breathes out hard and heavy and with a quick movement, Shang Qinghua is flat on his torso and his forearms are pinned down against the bed. He tries to rock himself free, but the then Demon drops down on him, pressing his weight to stop Shang Qinghua from moving.
The cultivator sucks in a strangled breath as he is smothered, both by weight and the sudden rush of rutting pheromones that cloud his senses. It all screams at him to submit, and that there is no other choice. It is surreal when his body goes limp from being completely dominated, all against his control and rationale.
"M-Mobei," he tries, "Why?"
" Shh ," Mobei-Jun sighs against his ear, his voice curled in satisfied sweetness as he dares to say, " You will submit to your Alpha. "
Shang Qinghua's blood runs cold.
No- surely not?
"I-I," Shang Qinghua's eyes start to bead with tears. "I can't! I can't submit for you this way! I'm an Alpha! Please- AUGH!"
Sharp daggers sink into his neck, tearing straight through his clothes to get to his scent gland. Teeth bury themselves in his skin, narrowly missing their mark, and Shang Qinghua uselessly seizes against the body pinning him down. He screams, enough to hurt both their ears, and the bite is finally relinquished.
Mobei-Jun licks his lips with a faint tinge of blood, something carnal appeased by the action. Just enough for him to act quickly and with surety in the next moments.
Shang Qinghua twitches and sniffles with no chance of escape, not when his clothes are being hastily shredded so that his body is in full spectacle. Shang Qinghua feels like he is going to be sick. "Mobei, don't do this," he begs. "You-you can't seriously be trying to fuck me in rut, right? It won't work, ah, it could kill me! If- if you bite me, my body won't be able to take it!"
" It will. " A cold hand drags over the nape of his neck and squeezes. " I will bitch Qinghua until it takes ."
Shang Qinghua swallows down bile as dread churs his gut.
Mobei-Jun does not fuck him immediately like most Alphas would when in a full rut. He has more control than that in this crucial moment. What he does do is strip Shang Qinghua until he is bare and positions him on his back to bend his legs, folding him in half so everything is on display; the traitorous half-hard cock, twitching from having eyes on it, and a dry. untouched hole. Shang Qinghua is left to feel the stretch of his legs as they are bent back by Mobei-Jun's hands, his fists tightly gripping the sheets as he closes his eyes and braces to be mounted.
Instead, Mobei-Jun licks his lips and dives in with a fierce hunger.
Shang Qinghua shouted in surprise and kicked against the hands holding him down, confused and unsure what is driving the other to do this – only in his darkest fantasies he had imagined Mobei-Jun's long, almost serpentine tongue trailing over his body, leaving him to whimper and gasp into his pillow in the dead of night – but such thoughts were taboo. He always carried his attraction for the demon with a healthy amount of shame and an acknowledgment that it would never happen. There were too many complications in biology. And in fantasy, his instincts weren't torn asunder by the pressure.
Now it is different for Shang Qinghua. Strange and new, he isn't sure what to do but squirm and gasp when the long, cold tongue licks over his half-hard cock and rolls against his balls. It tickles and should make him protest knowing that an Alpha was there, but his mind at the brink of rut-filled lust does not protest. He only grows harder under the drag of saliva sticking to his skin.
Movei-Jun licks and enjoys his time, until he finally gets to the place he truly seeks. His long tongue laves over the twitching hole, the scent of a confused Alpha intensifying. Shang Qinghua expels a breath like he's been punched. "W-wait, I've never… it's strange, Mobei, don't do this…"
The demon does not regard him as the tongue presses against the tightly furled hole to begin dipping in. Shang Qinghua shakes his head and puts a hand in Mobei-Jun's hair to tug, the pain sharp. "Wait! Not inside!"
Mobei-Jun pulls back to say, "Would Qinghua prefer I mount him now?"
Shang Qinghua instincts twist the unease into a near sickness. He shakes his head quickly.
"Then Qinghua will submit to this King."
Shang Qinghua opens his mouth to retort back, probably a few more pleas and rationale, but his throat seizes when the tongue pushes inside of him and is steadily worked in. His throat his dry and his grip on Mobei-Jun's hair is tight but still as the other Alpha buries his tongue in as deep as it can go, and with his demonic nature, it seems unending. Shang Qinghua bites his lip as his legs shake against Mobei-Jun's hands.
The tongue begins to ease in and out. It brings a strange stretch, but no real pain. Shang Qinghua breathes heavily as he slowly spread open by Mobei-Jun's tongue, torn between enjoying it and pushing away. Shang Qinghua quickly grows used to it, the drag, the strange feeling of being wet. He briefly wonders if Omegas feel like this – and the thought has him recoiling.
He pushes a foot against Mobei-Jun's shoulder. "Please, please stop. I-it's enough! Ah, aren't you in rut? How can you do this?"
Mobei-Jun's breath huffs from his nose and he does not relent, too busy savoring the untouched insides of Shang Qinghua. He can feel each flutter of muscles like it's trying to bring him in and keep him there.
"Mobei… mobei, please , there's no way you can bitch me, it's not possible- Oh- oh fuck!" Shang Qinghua feels a wave of pleasure tremble through him when the tongue begins to draw out, curling a particular way. "Hah- out! T-take it out!"
Mobei-Jun has not acknowledged Shang Qinghua's requests yet, and he won't do it now. He curls his tongue again, understanding that Shang Qinghua was reacting to cruel pleasure there. The man in question breathes out half-words as he is tongue-fucked, disbelieving in the strange cocktail and of pain and pleasure.
Mobei-Jun goes for some time, until Shang Qinghua is sweating and crying, giving half-protests as though he really didn't want this. But Mobei-Jun knows that is not the case – Shang Qinghua's cock is hard and red, wanting to come but incapable. Mobei-Jun lets go of a leg and wraps his cruel hand around the cock, fully engulfing it and tugging harshly as he presses his tongue into Shang Qinghu's most sensitive spot.
Shang Qinghua's mouth falls open in shock and he gasps, unbelieving as pleasure crests and his cock pulses, releasing into the hold of a tight, dry hand. He cums fast and hard, the pleasure whittling away at his sanity as his legs fall open and his arms fall flat against the bed, chest rising and falling.
Mobei-Jun withdraws, appeased. He can smell the subtle change in Shang Qinghua's scent, making it sickeningly sweet. The onset of a rut.
Shang Qinghua feels strange, in all foreign ways. As a cultivator, he never really touched himself during his ruts. Didn't need to. Now, brought to pleasure from a cruel tongue and a tight hand around his cock, milking him, he feels it, climbing up from his depths.
A tiredness settles in him as he feels the last intoxicating waves of float over him. Shang Qinghua's eyes do not flutter shut, but they do not see when Mobei-Jun sits up and hastily tears off his clothes, nor do they see the heavy and hard cock that falls free. They don't pick up on the thin restraint Mobei-Jun wields, because he knows that if he rushes this and hurts Shang Qinghua too much, his body will shut down and reject Mobei-Jun. Mobei-Jun's rut is a fierce and uncontrollable thing that he has been taming for this moment.
Shang Qinghua does not truly understand the position he is in until he is bent in half again and he whines, feeling soreness in his joints. Mobei-Jun crawls over him and Shang Qinghua belatedly blinks up at his King and the curtain of dark hair that blocks them from the world. "Mobei," he says, voice low and raw, eyes pleading for the demon to stop.
Mobei-Jun feels one of the thin cords in his restraint snap. He growls and bucks his hips down, his cock dragging over Shang Qinghua's front. Shang Qinghua stiffens up and looks down, mouth falling open in shock at the sight. It's huge, dwarfing him as it presses Shang Qinghua's half-hard length flat onto his stomach. Even if he was fully hard, it measures twice the size in length and girth, and Shang Qinghua whines in embarrassment at the obvious difference. Here he was, being visibly shown that he is being dominated by a stronger, fiercer Alpha.
"Does Qinghua see how small he is?" Mobei-Jun's voice is rough as he too gets to witness the difference. He had always imagined that this would be the case, but he is even happier that it is true. "How is he to fuck someone with that? He is meant to be bred."
Shang Qinghua's voice squeaks in denial, "No, no, I can't take-"
"So he agrees that he isn't meant to fuck, but be fucked." The terrifying dick thrusts once more against Shang Qinghua and he bites his lip to stop his moan.
"That's not what I-"
" Admit it. " Mobei-Jun demands in a fierce voice.
Shang Qinghua wets his lips and turns his head away, not saying anything.
Mobei-Jun clicks his tongue. "You will see."
Shang Qinghua shuts his eyes as Mobei-Jun continues to unabashedly rub their cocks together, until Shang Qinghua is hard and leaking and twitching up into the roll of their hips. It is easy to get lost in the heat of it all, for his breath to steady and to ignore his wrought instincts. All from having his cock touched and rubbed.
Shang Qinghua wants to fuck something desperately. "M-My King," he gasps. "More, please, I… Your hand, I-I need your hand…"
"No."
"But I-"
"Qinghua will come from this King's cock and that alone."
Shang Qinghua swallows and nods. There is no use protesting – at the very least, there is nothing inside of him, and that is far less mortifying to cum to.
They rub and grind like animals, Mobei-Jun sighing and grunting as he picks up the pace. It's so wet, the sound is too much in his ears, the warmth feeling overwhelming to both. Shang Qinghua bites off groans when Mobei-Jun's balls smack against his own with each shallow thrust, their hips flushed together.
Shang Qinghua already feels sore, having his legs pressed up to his chest. He wonders, why did Mobei-Jun demand such a shameful position? Could he not have Shang Qinghua on his front if he is going to be fucking him anyway?
Shang Qinghua tries to think, but most of his thoughts are chased away by the mounting pleasure. It isn't until he looks down once more and sees himself leaking, precum drooling over his own stomach, that he realizes.
This was a mating press. Mobei-Jun had put him in an Omegan mating press.
"Mobei!" He cries and kicks against the hold. The demon snarls and thrusts harder. "Wait, wait, I, ah- want to change, please, fuck, p-put me on my side? You can use my thighs that way!"
" No ," Mobei-Jun grits. He rears back a little too far and the heavy cock reangles, sliding down the cleft of Shang Qinghua's ass and over his twitching hole. " I'm going to breed you. "
"You can't! I don't have the parts! E-even if you try to bitch me, my body will reject it!" Mobei-Jun chuckles, as though knows something Shang Qinghua doesn't. It's mortifying. "What are you going to do? Oh fuck-"
Mobei-Jun keeps grinding against his hole, and it shouldn't be pleasurable, it should have his instincts screaming, and yet he still feels his dick throb.
"Qinghua will start his heat."
"It's not heat! And n-not for another day- Mobei, please ," he isn't sure if he's asking him to stop altogether or do something more, but this felt torturous. It keeps going and going until Mobei-Jun readjusts so he could return to grinding their cocks together. Shang Qinghua sighs in relief and rolls his hips up to meet it, nearly there.
He almost can't believe it when he cums again, Mobei-Jun's cock thrusting against his own and getting them both filthy. It's a mess that will cool and turn tacky in minutes. Shang Qinghua twitches through it, much more satisfied this time than his last orgasm.
The problem only comes when he catches his breath and looks down to see himself still hard. Hard and wet from his own cum, right next to Mobei-Jun, who still throbs in need.
"Nn-" he swallows, his mouth full of saliva. "I-I can give you a handjob? Or a blowjob?" He tries to tempt the other Alpha to break free from this position, from the looming threat.
Mobei-Jun huffs, amused that Shang Qinghua was making such attempts, all to derail Mobei-Jun's plan. But he swore to not let himself be tempted. He lifts his hips away and looks gleefully at the mess. He drags a hand down to gather it up and stroke it over himself, groaning. "Qinghua came from just my cock."
"I can't help that, anyone would!"
"And is still hard after twice…"
Shang Qinghua swallowed. "I… that is…"
" Qinghua is finally in heat. "
"No- wait!" He gets readjusted in the mating press position. The cock looms below, an outlined shadow that strikes more fear in Shang Qinghua than all the times he really thought he was going to die. "My King. That won't fit! It really won't! You'll really hurt me, my body can't take that!"
Mobei-Jun's claws prick his thighs as he pries them apart. " Be still. "
"No, no, no-" Shang Qinghua rambles as the head kisses his entrance. It's wet from his own cum, all of it being used against him. "N-aahh- no-!"
When the head presses in, it's too much. It's big and begins to stretch him at the rim, making it feel as though he is tearing. Shang Qinghua would kick and fight, but all the energy is sapped from him from the overwhelming sensation of being spread.
" Tight, " Mobei-Jun moans as he sits there, the first-inch snug inside. He wants to desperately thrust in all the way, to feel the tight heat, but fucking the human now would be too quick, it would break Shang Qinghua.
Mobei-Jun wanted to take him apart and put him back together. Not break him.
Mobei-Jun slowly manages to ease more inside, getting past that first tight squeeze of resistance. Shang Qinghua's breath stutters, overwhelmed by the way he is pushed open on all sides, and all he can do is breathe and let out small choked noises when Mobei-Jun pushes his boundaries deeper. Shang Qinghua has turned half-soft, but he's drooling from the tip, his body unsure of what's happening but relinquishing control to the stronger, bigger Alpha, and allowing it to do what he pleases. His traitorous instincts tell him that he hasn't been killed yet, so if he complies it will stay that way.
Shang Qinghua feels like it's in his gut after a few more slow-ticking minutes. Large and hot, he feels delirious. He realizes that there was no point fighting, and Mobei-Jun would just wrestle him down and fuck him deeper, and that would hurt more. He whimpers and wraps his arms around Mobei-Jun's shoulders, digging his nails into the flesh there, since that is his only way to truly protest against Mobei-Jun's actions.
And to that, Mobei-Jun groaned and rocked a little harder, relishing in the scrape of nails. Shang Qinghua hiccups and squeezes.
" Qinghua, Qinghua, " Mobei-Jun chants, breathlessly. It's everything he wants and more, but he keeps having to bite his lip and pace himself. But he can't help but say, " So good for me. My Mate. "
"Y-your mate?" Shang Qinghua echoes, still unsure. A dark, carnal place in him was eager to respond, but the war on his body had him teetering in unsurity. He loves Mobei-Jun, but they would have never been together, not without blood and pain. And yet, here he is, taking him somehow, as agonizing as it is.
" Fuck, Qinghua, Mate -" the grip on him tightens and Mobei-Jun pulls back a little and thrusts back in, making Shang Qinghua choke and hold tighter.
"Hold on-"
" I'm going to breed you full. "
Shang Qinghua realizes he said perhaps the worst buzzword for an Alpha in rut. He opens his mouth, but all that comes out is a wordless scream.
Mobei-Jun presses in deep. The cock hallows him out as it buries itself into the virgin hole, and Shang Qinghua's muscles spasm from the sudden pressure. It just keeps going, Mobei-Jun bullying himself into the body until his hips press down, balls flush with Shang Qinghua's skin.
He can't believe it, can't think. Shang Qinghua's eyes are rolling back as his breaths tremble. His nails scrape against skin, but there's no point, not when he is smothered completely by a large Alpha intent on bitching him.
"Oh god- oh god -" the cock begins to drag out and Shang Qinghua takes a deep inhale before it eases right back in, Mobei-Jun moaning in his ear as they lay flush together. Shang Qinghua is useless as he is carved out, but he can at least whimper, "Please, be still, please, " to the Alpha.
Mobei-Jun seems to heed the request, in the worst way possible. Shang Qinghua feels Mobei-Jun shift his weight and the pressure increases, making Shang Qinghua choke. Arms wrap around him and hold him flush. He is completely smothered. Even the air he breathes has him full of the Alpha,
He is being bitched and bred. And his instincts seem keen to roll over and take it for the greater, well-made Alpha in rut. He can't measure up to this – he can hardly call himself an Alpha at this rate, not with the thick cock deep inside of him making him moan and sweat. Is Shang Qinghua even in rut anymore? His cock is hard and leaking.
As he is gasping into the air. Mobei-Jun comes in tighter and presses their lips together. It's sloppy and untamed, teeth and tongue and sore lips. Mobei-Jun pulls away to kiss and suck on Shang Qinghua's skin, rewarding him for being good and taking it all.
Mobei-Jun can't help but slowly begin to grind down, groaning as that velvet heat squeezes him tighter. Shang Qinghua is overwhelmed, but the position has allowed him to feel the way his own length is pressed between his and Mobei-Jun's bodies. His cock keeps getting rubbed right up against Mobei-Jun's abdomen, but it's not quite enough.
" Still, " Shang Qinghua tries to muster up an order for the larger Alpha, but it's weak and trembling. His voice holds no power. But, Mobei-Jun rumbles and keeps still, allowing Shang Qinghua to take the lead and rock slowly, the pleasure allowing him to focus on the hot heat of his cock wedged between their bodies. Even if he has to endure the way Mobei-Jun is stirring up his insides at the same time. Shang Qinghua moans and whimpers as he feels himself get closer.
Mobei-Jun licks his lip, feeling the desperation. It was perfect timing for Mobei-Jun to squeeze them together, and that is enough for Shang Qinghua to gasp as his knot swells, convinced by the heat and pressure that it's a hole that it's buried in and not the tight seal of their bodies. "Uh! Mobei!" He claws against the other Alpha. "I'm- I-"
" Cum on my cock, Qinghua. "
The order has Shang Qinghua jerking, unable to control himself as he cums slow and hard. When someone knots, everything is meant to be emptied into an Omega to make sure it takes. As Shang Qinghua sighs and moans, rubbing against Mobei-Jun with the rush unlike any other, he feels less like he's being bitched and more like an Alpha again. He is still able to knot. Mobei-Jun can't take that away. He opens his mouth, teeth itching to sink into the neck hovering over him.
Until Mobei-Jun lifts himself up, separating their bodies.
Shang Qinghua jerks in pain as the pressure leaves his knot, and he's left twitching and cumming into the air. "No! No, no, no- come back!" He frantically claws to grab the other and have him press down again, so the pressure on his knot can return. Mobei-Jun pins him down with his arms, sitting back to watch the tiny knotted cock bounce as it empties itself into no one.
" See?" Mobei-Jun's voice rushes over Shang Qinghua, satisfied. " It hurts. Qinghua isn't meant to knot. "
Shang Qinghua pleads and begs, but eventually, he turns mute from the pain. It aches and stings and it just keeps going, like his groin is cramping up. At first it was thick when he came, but now it's thin and watery as it leaks from his cockhead and over his body, over and over. After all, a knot is meant to keep the Alpha sealed in tight while it empties everything it has.
When the pain finally ebbs, Shang Qinghua is sobbing and limp, completely soft and pliant. Mobei-Jun sighs, displeased at seeing his Mate in such a way, but he is aware that this was a crucial step. Mobei-Jun cups Shang Qinghua's face and licks the fallen tears, reveling in the near-destroyed state the Alpha was rendered into.
Or as Mobei-Jun joyfully thinks, former Alpha.
To distract from the pain, Mobei-Jun begins to slowly rock his hips. When the smaller Alpha came, it felt like it was being milked by that tight heat unlike any other, and if Mobei-Jun wasn't so determined, he would have knotted right there and ruined the entire process. Shang Qinghua makes small, fucked out noises at each sweet-feeling roll, filling him, coming and going at a slow rate.
Shang Qinghua can't understand what is happening. His body clings tightly around the cock but doesn't feel as brutalized, having grown used to it. The feeling of the slow-moving length, deep inside of him, somehow feels much better than the ache on his limp dick, still tingling from a failed knot. When he tiredly looks down, he can see the shallow thrusts Mobei-Jun is fucking him with, and the subtle way his body flexes with it, welcoming him. He can even see a bump from an Alpha's cock buried to the hilt.
Shang Qinghua can't help but clench and moan, thinking maybe it wasn't so bad. Soon, it will be fucking him quick and hard, preparing to knot him. At the thought, Shang Qinghua cringes, his sore groin unable to get hard again. Just the thought of knotting has Shang Qinghua's stomach rolling, but not from being knotted.
"Th-this was your plan…" Shang Qinghua realizes. "Wh..why? Uhg- Mobei, it hurts…"
"Qinghua is meant to be mine. But he's an Alpha…" Mobei-Jun rubs his thighs, trying to soothe him. "So I have to show Qinghua's body that it shouldn't be."
Shang Qinghua sniffs and shakes his head. "It won't work. When Alphas try to bitch Alphas to mate, it just breaks them and k-kills them… ohh.. ugh…" Shang Qinghua's head rolls back as Mobei-Jun begins to lift himself up a little higher, properly thrusting into the tight heat. Shang Qinghua realizes he's being properly fucked. Mobei-Jun was destroying him. Why does he like it so much? "God, please, please, ah, Mobei… I can't, I…"
"Outside of rut."
"Huh?"
"Alphas die if they get bitched outside of rut." Mobei-Jun licks his lips. "Not when they're in it."
"No that's… that can't be," Shang Qinghua feels unease at the theory. "There's no way…"
"Now feel me bitch you. "
Mobei-Jun withdraws harshly and thrusts back in so that his hips smack down with a sting. Shang Qinghua cries out and Mobei-Jun grunts as he lets the haze take over, allows the desire to fuck and fill take hold. Pushed back so far, he can barely take it anymore, but all the crucial steps have been made. Soon, the little Alpha will start changing, all from a little persuasion, and will be able to take his knot and bite.
Shang Qinghua gets filled completely and deeply with each quick thrust, fucked into the creaking bed. It touches his deepest parts in this position, the one Mobei-Jun chose intentionally to humiliate him into submitting. To be treated like an omega, a hole to be filled with pups, there was nothing that an Alpha's instincts would do to resist that, but Shang Qinghua has fallen beyond that without realizing it. He belatedly wonders if this was meant to be – didn't he allow this to happen a little too easily? All he has done is scratch and kick. He was a cultivator, a rather good one at that. If he didn't want this, he could have easily thrown off the larger Alpha.
And yet, here he is – becoming a hole to mate and fuck.
Shang Qinghua gets lost in the sensation, the fierce thrusts making him cling to the cock with each drag it takes in and out. Every odd thrust brushes against the spot that sparks liquid heat in his gut, chasing away the lingering ache of both stretching around the intrusion and knotting without a hole. Maybe it was better this way. This felt so much better than a knot.
He moans with each breath and Mobei-Jun growls and snarls with each downward thrust, getting quicker and quicker, until Shang Qinghua isn't able to keep up in his mind. All he feels is the battering of his deepest parts, the fierce grip and claws, and a rutting demon above him. Mobei-Jun pressed him down to Mate him completely.
" Qinghua, feels so good. Going to be my perfect mate…"
"Yes- yes-" he gasps, barely able to cling on. "Please, please, Mobei, fuck!"
Mobei-Jun raw fucks him harder, huffing with each thrust of his hips. The tight suction is so good, far better than any Omega he's tried to satiate his rut with, and after this, not only with Shang Qinghua be broken, but he will be too. Mobei-Jun keeps plowing the man harder, unable to help but being rough now, not when his rut has taken the reigns and he knows that soon, he will be able to fill Shang Qinghua up with his seed. Maybe even bear his pups someday. But first Mobei-Jun needed to make sure that he couldn't get away.
All the while, Shang Qinghua looks like he's going to pass out at any moment. His eyes roll back and his noises become nothing more than 'uh-uh-uh's . He is teetering on the edge when Mobei-Jun growls, " Stay here. "
He opens his mouth to respond, but blistering pain rockets from Shang Qinghua's shoulder. He screams, tightening up painfully when teeth bury into his skin, far from forgiving. Mobei-Jun's bite falls away only to sink in again a few inches away, grunting as he tries to seal a bond while he quickly breeds Shang Qinghua.
Shang Qinghua claws him, raising thin lines. The scent of blood and sex mingle, appealing to both Alphas and inciting their need to fuck and fight. Shang Qinghua begins to kick and writhe, hissing, revitalizing as a last-ditch effort to suppress another Alpha. Mobei-Jun pulls back, licks the blood greedily, and starts it all over again, locking his jaw into each bite to see if it takes, but Shang Qinghua's movements make it hard to find a purchase. Shang Qinghua is bitten and chewed on, but the entire time he snarls and scratches back. The pain is becoming addicting, and he tries to fight against the urge to roll over and give up, the temptation so sweet.
This was it, he realizes. This was the moment he either stays an Alpha, or succumbs to Mobei-Jun.
Shang Qinghua pauses in his writhing, allowing Mobei-Jun to finally grab Shang Qinghua's hair and yanks it to crane the neck to the side. One fierce bite lands, right over the gland, and Shang Qinghua keens as pleasure sparks. He trembles around Mobei-Jun, who starts to slow his errant thrusts.
It slows to hard and deep. One, two, three thrusts, and then he buries to the hilt, still clamped on Shang Qinghua's neck and keeping him pinned. Heat at the base of his cock has his knot beginning to swell, so he makes sure to bear down so that it has no chance of popping outside and making a failed knot.
Shang Qinghua feels as though he can't move, completely frozen in place. His muscles locked up when the last bite came true, the perfect angle for any bond to take hold. So he is utterly incapable of protesting as Mobei-Jun throbs in him, from tip to base, and begins to knot him. He completely presses down into the mating press, fully carving Shang Qinghua, and both feel the first rush begin to empty itself inside.
"Hahh- Alpha… Alpha," he whispers, "Please, ngh- Mobei-!"
Shang Qinghua isn't sure, but he feels like he's cumming. It has no high or low, but his insides throb with his heart and there's nothing he would rather feel. But surely not, there is no way for him to do that. Every fiber of his being should protest, but it is surrendering to a force far greater, that has bent him to its will.
The knot is big and hot, and when Mobei-Jun rolls his hips it snags painfully, making both groan. Finally, content to know that they are sealed together with no means of escape, the Alpha releases his partner from the mating bite to lick along it. Below him, the bitch twitched. He did not cry in pain, nor did he start writhing. He seemed content, breathing slowly and deeply, chest rising and falling.
" Finally mine, " Mobei-Jun sighs, appeased. Finally, after so long, he feels soothed. " Qinghua. "
Shang Qinghua rolls in and out of consciousness. It's a semi-sweet feel. He is just as full as before, but he's hot all over his body, his nerves tingling. He isn't on his back anymore, rather he is laying on top of Mobei-Jun, who is still buried deep within him.
Shang Qinghua has half the mind to strangle the Alpha right now. But he doesn't, because the other half of his mind has him rocking back against the heavy knot that stretches his rim. Even half-asleep, he wants more, wants to fully embrace Mobei-Jun. His instincts are no longer confused.
Mobei-Jun groans as he rubs Shang Qinghua's legs. "Qinghua- such a good- "
He slaps a hand on Mobei-Jun's mouth with a glare, uncaring of the consequence. "You're crazy."
"Mn," Mobei-Jun holds Shang Qinghua's hips and pushes up, pushing the knot in deeper. Shang Qinghua hunches over and trembles, his inner depths feeling sore.
"You- you actually bitched me," Shang Qinghua utters in disbelief. Looking down, he can see his cock is hard and twitching from a knot in his ass. Not far above it is a sizable bump. "That's… it should be impossible."
"It's not. Qinghua is meant for this Mobei-Jun," the Demon says, muffled through the hand. Shang Qinghua let's go to press both hands on Mobei-Jun's shoulders
"Oh god," he utters as he pushes back again, and again, shallowly thrusting the heavy cock in and out. It feels so quiet, and the smell is all so pleasant. He doesn't feel ill from the Alpha permeating his senses or conflicted at the pleasure and pain. "What does that make me? Am- Am I an Omega."
"It makes Qinghua mine. Only mine," Mobei-Jun sighs. He pulls Shang Qinghua down and rolls them over, so he can give an aborted thrust that has them both moaning. Waves of pleasure move through them both as the knot pulses with another rush of cum to fill Shang Qinghua up more. " My Mate. "
"Oh- fuck, I-" Shang Qinghua pants into the ruined covers. "If- if you just asked, I-I would have…"
He moves one leg up and holds it up so he could kiss the calf. "Qinghua would have run away if this King was too bold. Qinghua was an Alpha, after all."
Shang Qinghua swallowed, knowing Mobei-Jun was right. If the demon hadn't stormed in and taken him, then he would have fled at the proposition. The threat. It was just nature. "How- Oh, slow down, ah… how did you know I was going into rut?"
"I found Qinghua's calendar."
…That's the thing that led to this?! He left his calendar out!
"...I see."
"But… I could also smell it." Teeth glide over his skin. "I could smell Qinghua's body getting ready for another useless heat, alone."
"Rut," he corrects with a grumble.
"Heat." Mobei-Jun reiterates with a quick and harsh thrust, rubbing the knot deeper, right up against Shang Qinghua's abused insides. "Now, when this King ruts, Qinghua will enter his heat, like a good Mate… And then he may be able to bear this King's heirs…." Mobei-Jun seems to give a pleased shudder at the thought.
"You… you've been planning this for a while!"
Mobei-Jun licks his lips and dares to take a bite from Shang Qinghua's raised leg.
"Hey! You can't distract me, how long have you been plotting this- Ahn!"
Shang Qinghua's voice scattered, Mobei-Jun content on keeping Shang Qinghua's thoughts occupied until he was finished knotting him. Of course, it would be only one of many for the night.