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Focus.
Focus. No thoughts. Just draw in the natural, pure qi. Expel the demon qi.
“Argh!” Binghe flopped back on the floor of the sandy cave.
Too hard! It was just too hard to get rid of his powerful demon qi! The more he tried, the worse it got, and Xin Mo laughed at him from the pedestal Binghe had made for it.
It’s too much, is it not? The ancient demon sword taunted, You could always have your Shizun another way. It would be easier, would it not? You could simply tell him you had subdued me. Take what he had so generously offered.
It had taken the form of a beautifully androgynous person in black and gold armor. Long flowing hair fell behind it and piercing golden eyes followed even the slight movements of Binghe’s chest as he panted where he had thrown himself in a fit. It smirked with lips as red as blood, even as it’s cold eyes showed no emotion at all.
Unbidden, Binghe’s brain turned to his youthful fantasies of Shizun - Shen Yuan - in his arms. Shen Yuan gasping his name in pleasure as Binghe was finally allowed to taste the sweetest treasure of his life. That pale, creamy skin he had glimpsed only a few times in dreams… And when Shen Yuan threatened to feed Xin Mo. To cover that flesh with kisses would be better than all the delicacies in the world.
Binghe shakes the lustful thoughts out of his head with a growl. He knows he’s just feeding the demon sword when his thoughts drift off into dreams of Shizun finally accepting his courtship.
He can’t stop , though.
Who made Shen Yuan so beautiful, huh?
We both know you can’t defeat me. You aren’t pure enough. Not good enough. Xin Mo leered in his mind. The beauty stepped forward once, reaching out a hand to pet Binghe’s hair softly as a lover might.
Binghe’s eyebrows pulled together in a scowl. “What do you know!? I can do anything , be anyone for Shen Yuan’s sake!” he yelled at the sword.
The half-Heavenly Demon flung himself at the sword in a rage, gripping the hilt and swinging wildly at the walls of his cave. He had no thoughts, simple rage powered his attacks against the illusory body the sword had created for itself.
Xin Mo laughed a soft chuckle, like tinkling bells in the wind. It dodged his every attack with graceful precision.
Without me, you are nothing.
This had been going on for days. He couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about Shizun’s beauty long enough to even weaken Xin Mo by one point, let alone enough to break the sword! All those years fighting and feeding the evil sword with his lustful thoughts had given it power that even Binghe couldn’t fight easily.
He couldn’t even say the sword was wrong . What was Binghe without Xin Mo? A tired, battered little boy in a world too big for him? A child bullied by the other boys and looked down on by the girls around him? He was too weak to stand beside his shizun with pride, and too violent to be a good homemaker for him. He couldn’t save the things that mattered most to him.
He ruined every good thing he touched.
Binghe wore himself out, fighting the sword’s shade until he lay panting on the sandy ground once again.
Come now, child . Xin Mo coaxed, sitting beside him in the dirt, Together we can be strong enough to win your Shizun. And if we can’t win his heart, we can always eat it whole.
Xin Mo didn’t care if Binghe actually won Shen Yuan’s affections. It only wanted that delectable energy that could come from Binghe finally coupling with his only desire.
For Xin Mo, the flavor of Luo Binghe’s desire is the most fragrant of spices. Even his lust is enough for Xin Mo to feel a little more full, but for a demon of its caliber there is no such thing as being full. There is only an empty sucking pool where its stomach should be. Xin Mo could drink the oceans dry and eat all the land whole and still want more. It’s only part of its nature.
Still, Xin Mo had waited patiently for thousands of years. It had felt hunger so keenly that it thought it would be tortured to death and still kept living. It had tasted Luo Binghe’s hopes and madness, and it had tasted the desires of others around him. Binghe was the most delectable dessert the demon had ever tasted, so it would never let him go. Not in this lifetime or the next.
Binghe shivered on the floor under Xin Mo’s gentle caresses, unable to stand yet unwilling to give in. He crawled across the floor and put the sword back and resumed a meditative position.
He could do this.
For Shizun. For A-Yuan .
…
Damnit!
He was thinking about his master’s beautiful eyes again!