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Shizun was gone. Shizun was gone, again . Luo Binghe could only stare at the limp body that mere minutes ago inhabited the soul of Shen Qingqiu; now nothing but the empty shell. He would have lost himself entirely if not for the nagging itch in the back of his mind. A sensation so subtle it was almost missed, but it meant everything. Blood mites. The ones that had laid dormant for half a decade now sent feedback to him once again. Shen Qingqiu's original body that had been snatched from Cang Qiong was alive. Whether it was an escape attempt from his Shizun or some malicious plot by others he did not yet know. But he was prepared to find out.
Capturing the number of black moon rhinoceros-pythons needed to break into the Holy Mausoleum took longer than he would have liked, but with each crumbling wall and array he felt himself getting closer and closer to Shen Qingqiu. It was a struggle not to activate his blood mites but deep down he knew he mustn't. Whether Shen Qingqiu had fled on his own or, as Luo Binghe suspected, been forced into his original body against his will, Luo Binghe needed to make sure nobody knew he was coming. Eventually, once successfully opening a temporary crack into the Holy Mausoleum, he abandoned his mount and continued forward on foot through the labyrinth of rooms.
After winding his way for what felt like an eternity, he could see the person he had been searching for. Only… he could see quite a lot of his Shizun. Luo Binghe fell to his knees, his mouth open in silent shock as he witnessed the sight before him. Nothing restrained his body, nothing physical at least, but he discovered he could not move his muscles nor tear his eyes away.
Upon a stone bed in the center of the cavernous stone room, Shen Qingqiu faced away, sitting up on his spread apart knees. His naked back was a map of smooth porcelain that glinted in the light of a few night pearls. A force beneath his body caused a smooth undulation to pass up his spine as he was bounced and rocked. Luo Binghe could feel ice crystals forming in his heart as he watched a cock that was not his own continuously thrust in and out of Shen Qingqiu’s dripping hole. It hadn’t even been that long between Shen Qingqiu’s sudden collapse and Luo Binghe finding him here, yet a viscous white substance frothed and oozed from his Shizun as though the man had been taken repeatedly already.
Had Shen Qingqiu submitted to this willingly? It was hard to imagine otherwise, seeing as the peak lord did nothing to prevent what was happening to him now. Instead of shouts or protests, Shen Qingqiu only let out small breaths as he was entered over and over. He must have been willing, maybe even desired this, otherwise how could he put up with such a thing? At least, Luo Binghe had assumed this to be the case until he watched his Shizun’s head loll to the side before rolling back. Where Luo Binghe had imagined an expression of focused intent and desire, he now saw one of thoughtless broken pleasure. Shen Qingqiu’s eyes were unfocused, half-rolled to the back of his head, and his mouth hung open in a lazy smile. He did not even attempt to hold his head up, allowing it to bounce with the rest of his body as he was fucked.
A pair of hands, thin and delicate, with sharp green nails, trailed up Shen Qingqiu’s spine before lowering the man down so that he was no longer sitting up, but sprawled on his back.
Luo Binghe’s tunnel vision was to blame when it came to how long it took him to perceive the figures in the room other than his beloved Shizun. A young man, with a handsome face whose features occasionally echoed parts of Luo Binghe’s, now hovered over Shen Qingqiu. His hands were planted firmly against the floor as his hips thrust forward. Behind the young man was someone older, though no less handsome albeit in a more rugged way. The older man had one hand against the younger man’s lower back and his eyes seemed to light with fire as he watched.
Shen Qingqiu’s head rolled to face Luo Binghe. When their gazes met there was a single moment of recognition in his Shizun’s eyes before they went cloudy with pleasure again. Luo Binghe must have made a sound because the movements stopped and the two men looked up at him.
“Zhuzhi-lang, looks like your cousin has arrived.” Tianlang-jun said with a laugh, as though Luo Binghe’s arrival was a comedic inevitability and not a hindrance to… whatever this was. “Why don’t you show him how well we’ve been treating his dear Peak Lord Shen these few days?”
The words seemed to remind Zhuzhi-lang of the situation he was in and his thrusts resumed their steady pace. Shen Qingqiu let out a breath each time Zhuzhi-lang bottomed out, but his eyes remained in Luo Binghe’s direction.
“Nephew,” Tianlang-jun addressed Zhuzhi-lang again. “Remember what I told you, it isn't enough to just thrust in, you need to be deliberate in your efforts or else it won’t be good for your partner. We wouldn’t want to disappoint Peak Lord Shen.”
Zhuzhi-lang, whose thrusts had slowed but not stopped, nodded his head and shifted his position slightly before pointedly snapping his hips. Shen Qingqiu’s body lurched with the motion but had no other reaction. Zhuzhi-lang tried a few more times before his uncle clicked his tongue and stopped him.
“Stop, lets get him rolled over and you can try again.” Tianlang-jun patted Zhuzhi-lang’s back before moving to the side to help roll the limp peak lord over.
An obscene wet sound echoed in the stone room and Luo Binghe’s eyes were drawn away from Shen Qingqiu’s face to the abused place his cousin had pulled out of. From this angle he couldn’t see the stretched hole, but he watched as a string of come connected the tip of Zhuzhi-lang’s inhumanly ribbed cock to between his Shizun’s legs. Shen Qingqiu let out a mournful sound at the loss, his head rolling back to look at the two demons who had wrecked him.
“Shhh.” Tianlang-jun cooed, sweetly cupping Shen Qingqiu’s face in one palm. “Don’t worry, you’ll be full again soon.”
Shen Qingqiu was rolled over and eventually coaxed onto his knees though his arms seemed unable to hold himself up at all. In this new position Luo Binghe had a view of his Shizun’s entire profile, meaning he could not only watch as Zhuzhi-lang positioned himself behind Shen Qingqiu but also witness the way the peak lord trembled as he was once again filled. Zhuzhi-lang wasted no time in sinking back in to the hilt. The change in angle had Shen Qingqiu mewling with each thrust. The sounds went straight to Luo Binghe’s continuously shattered heart, but also, shamefully, to the growing bulge in his pants.
“Good, nephew.” Tianlang-jun praised as he moved to kneel in front of Shen Qingqiu, petting the peak lord’s hair like he were a beloved pet. “Hear those sounds? That is how you know you’re hitting right. Keep it up.”
“Yes, Junshang.” Zhuzhi-lang replied, breathless.
Tianlang-jun pet Shen Qingqiu’s head a few more times before tilting the peak lord’s face up. He slipped his thumb into that open mouth, rubbing over the flat tongue.
“Open up.”
From his front row seat, Luo Binghe watched the bulge travel down Shen Qingqiu’s throat as the peak lord’s mouth was filled. Stuffed on both ends, Shen Qingqiu whimpered and choked, but still made no effort to escape the position he was in. Luo Binghe felt himself throb at the sounds, his blood rushing downwards so fast it left him nearly lightheaded and as thoughtless as his Shizun. That would be his excuse, anyway, if asked why instead of coming to the older man’s aid he merely pulled out his own cock. Tears stained his cheeks as he watched, but once he started, his hand never stopped its slow ministrations.
“Junshang.” Zhuzhi-lang breathlessly wheezed, “I think I’m…”
“Nuh-uh-uh,” Tianlang-jun waggled a finger at his nephew teasingly. “Remember what I told you, your partner has to come first.”
“But-!”
“No buts.” Tianlang-jun admonished. “Help Peak Lord Shen, then it is your turn.”
“Yes, Junshang.” Zhuzhi-lang lamented, casting a disparaging glance to the man he was currently still buried in.
After a moment of thought, where Zhuzhi-lang seemed to be composing himself as much as calculating his next move, he pulled out. Shen Qingqiu mourned the loss but could do little more than let out a muffled whine around the cock in his throat. Zhuzhi-lang sighed and slipped three fingers inside to pacify the man for now.
Luo Binghe had no sympathy for his cousin, but he wasn’t blind to the man’s struggle either. Looking at Shen Qingqiu, it was obvious the peak lord had been so fucked out already that coaxing an orgasm out of him wasn’t so much a test of one’s willingness to please their partner and more a battle against biology. As much as Shen Qingqiu whined about no longer being fucked, his own member was as soft as his muscles had become, though it dripped steadily in a valiant effort to keep itself involved in the situation. Luo Binghe doubted Shen Qingqiu could easily come again, and Zhuzhi-lang was clearly sharing the same thought. The snake would try though, his desire to please his uncle and the peak lord far outweighing any other emotion.
Zhuzhi-lang curled the fingers he had sunk inside Shen Qingqiu’s hole, tugging at the rim to assess its malleability, as though the ring of muscle wasn’t loose and gaping already. Whatever he felt must have been satisfactory, because he gave a little nod to himself and slipped his eyes shut. His legs came together and were then replaced with a long serpentine tail, its scales a rich green. His erection, which had not flagged in the slightest, was now joined by a twin equal in size and ridges. The end of the long tail curled around Shen Qingqiu’s torso to help lift and support the man’s weight while the tip coiled around the soft cock to gently squeeze it.
Shen Qingqiu did not protest the stimulation, but he did make a questioning noise when the fingers that had been massaging him were removed.
“This one thanks Immortal Master Shen for his hospitality.”
With that, Zhuzhi-lang slid not one, but both of his straining cocks back into Shen Qingqiu. The man’s eyes flew wide as saucers before rolling to the back of his head as his body arched into the intrusion. Zhuzhi-lang did not pause once in his forward motion, not until the scaled flesh of his tail was pressed flat to Shen Qingqiu’s rear and the peak lord’s stomach bulged slightly as his internal organs fought to make space inside. Even Tianlang-jun seemed impressed, allowing himself to slip free of Shenn Qingqiu’s mouth while the man caught his breath.
Held within the coil of Zhuzhi-lang’s tail, Shen Qingqiu’s cock miraculously kicked to life.
Gentle hands eased Shen Qingqiu to take Tianlang-jun back into his mouth, but the older demon did not move otherwise, instead allowing the powerful thrusts from his nephew to rock the peak lord’s body. Luo Binghe choked on a sob as he squeezed around the base of his pillar, denying himself the right to finish until his Shizun had. He longed to trace his fingers along the seam of those lips where drool and precum leaked continuously. Occasionally the tiniest flash of a pink tongue could be seen tracing the veins on Tianlang-jun’s shaft.
It seemed the oldest demon was the only one without any reservations about finishing before Shen Qingqiu did, despite his earlier criticism of his nephew for the same thing. After just a minute or two of having Shen Qingqiu’s mouth back on him he pulled himself out and jerked his release across the peak lord’s face. Despite it all, Shen Qingqiu managed to close his eyes in time, but white ribbons painted his mouth and chin, stuck his hair to his forehead, and dripped from his long eyelashes. Luo Binghe’s heart roiled at the sight, equally furious at the indignity his Shizun was treated with and the boiling jealousy that it wasn’t his own release that Shen Qingqiu allowed to drip off his tongue. He wasn’t going to last much longer at this rate, but by some shred of luck it seemed that Zhuzhi-lang’s efforts were paying off.
The snake kept up the smooth roll of his hips, even as it became obvious how close he was to climax. What Luo Binghe assumed to be overstimulation combined with mounting pleasure loosened Shen Qingqiu’s tongue until he began to laugh and babble. He begged for more, pleading and crying even as each thrust had him flinching from the stretch of it. It was driving Zhuzhi-lang insane. The snake curled over Shen Qingqiu’s back and sunk his fangs into the milky shoulder he found there. The pain, combined with the change in angle, sent Shen Qingqiu over the edge. The peak lord screamed and his cock, still carefully wrapped in a tight sheath of Zhuzhi-lang’s coiled tail, decorated the green scales with what little it could manage. Zhuzhi-lang, having held out like instructed, also crested into his pleasure’s peak. His human torso and snake-like lower body both trembled as he released inside the man under him.
White splattered the floor in front of Luo Binghe and for the first time since his arrival, the room fell into near silence, only broken by the sound of panting breaths. Zhuzhi-lang, once emptied, slumped to the side and pulled the human to his chest like a plush toy. It was unsurprising that nobody seemed too concerned about cleanup, though Luo Binghe ached to scoop Shen Qingqiu into his arms and whisk him away to a soothing medicinal bath. Tianlang-jun, who managed to remain untouched by any excessive fluids so far, offered a reassuring pat to Zhuzhi-lang’s head before glancing Luo Binghe’s way.
“I see you couldn’t restrain yourself either.” His smirk sent fury through Luo Binghe. “Who would have imagined my son to be so much like his cousin. The two of you are truly weak to Peak Lord Shen.”
As though responding to his name, Shen Qingqiu let out a small whine from the back of his throat.
“Still unsatisfied?” Tianlang-jun teased lightheartedly, and ran his fingers through Shen Qingqiu’s silky untied locks. “We can’t have that, can we?”
“Don’t you dare.” Luo Binghe growled. He had finally broken through the stupor he had been stuck in and reached for Xin Mo. Only, instead of the demonic sword he found empty air.
“What an interesting weapon this is.” Tianlang-jun said as he turned Xin Mo around in his hands.
It must have been swiped while Luo Binghe was distracted by what was happening to Shen Qingqiu, after Tianlang-jun had finished. With Xin Mo in his father’s possession there was nothing Luo Binghe could do to fight back, not without risking himself or his Shizun. So, even though he had broken through the haze that paralyzed him before, he was now once again only able to watch helplessly.
Tianlang-jun set Xin Mo aside, as far from Luo Binghe as possible while still having the item at arm’s reach. He then reached for Shen Qingqiu, intending to lift the man up from the floor.
POP
Tianlang-jun’s arms came right out of their sockets, hands still gripping Shen Qingqiu’s sides. The demon huffed, unable to laugh at his unfortunate situation but not blind to the comedy in it either.
“Well, this isn’t going to work.” He muttered to himself. “Nephew!”
Zhuzhi-lang was up at a moment’s notice, as though he had not just been on the verge of passing out moments before. Without being asked he retrieved the arms and slotted them back into place. Tianlang-jun flexed the fingers of each hand to ensure everything was in working order before leaning back to prop himself on his elbows. Like this his newly sprung erection was visible for all to see, standing proud and ready.
“Some assistance, if you would be so kind. I don’t imagine Peak Lord Shen is in a state to do the moving by himself.”
Understanding his orders, Zhuzhi-lang’s lower snake body tightened around Shen Qingqiu’s torso and lifted him from the floor. As boneless and limp as he appeared, it was clear that he was still conscious at least based on the way he blinked at his surroundings while being positioned over Tianlang-jun. When he felt the head teasing at his entrance, Shen Qingqiu began to whine in earnest.
“Please.” He whimpered in a voice worn raw from the prior abuse to his throat. “More, please. Hurry.”
“Of course.” Tianlang-jun smirked. “As Peak Lord Shen requests.” He shot a shit-eating grin at his son before nodding to Zhuzhi-lang.
Shen Qingqiu was dropped onto the cock and speared in one fluid moment. He wasn’t even given a moment to adjust before being lifted and dropped again. Zhuzhi-lang’s tail was unimaginably strong but it lacked any true finesse in movement, only able to roughly jerk Shen Qingqiu like he were a sort of toy. This did not seem to bother Tianlang-jun in the slightest, the man’s head tilting back as he moaned.
Luo Binghe’s eyes, red and swollen from tears, watched helplessly as his Shizun was used. Though his own deepest desires aligned fairly closely to what he was witnessing, he wished to not just break Shen Qingqiu, but build him back together with love. The shattered pieces could be glued in place with Luo Binghe’s very body and soul, holding Shen Qingqiu together for their entire lives.
“Ahhh~”
Shen Qingqiu’s cry brought Luo Binghe’s mind back into focus. Zhuzhi-lang was putting every effort into hauling the peak lord up and down, seeming to fight his earlier exhaustion with each movement. As for the man being lifted, his hands gripped the snake’s tail like a lifeline and his head tilted back to expose the pale expanse of his neck. Tianlang-jun’s hips raised to meet the downward motion of the body above him, hastening the coupling to a breakneck speed. It took little time for Tianlang-jun to finish, emptying within Shen Qingqiu’s already sopping hole. Shen Qingqiu being pulled off was followed by a deluge of come that leaked down his legs. Just as before, it seemed this was no issue to the peak lord, who merely hummed and curled against the tail holding him as though it were a cuddle cushion.
Tianlang-jun wasted no time in cleaning himself off and pulling on a single layer of clothes that had been previously unnoticed. As he stood up he lifted Xin Mo from the floor and grinned with a mouthful of sharp teeth.
“And here I thought getting this was going to be so much more work. What a fortunate turn of events.” He glanced down at Zhuzhi-lang who was in the process of carefully laying Shen Qingqiu onto the bed while extracting his tail. “Let’s get started right away now that we have Xin Mo.”
Zhuzhi-lang gave a mournful look towards Shen Qingqiu, then to Luo Binghe. “What do we do about…”
“Hmm?” Tianlang-jun followed Zhuzhi-lang’s gaze and waved a hand dismissively. “Leave them be. Those black moon rhinoceros-pythons only gave him a momentary entrance. All my son has done is trap himself here, he won’t be causing us any trouble for the time being.”
Zhuzhi-lang seemed unsure, but followed as Tianlang-jun left the room nonetheless. Shen Qingqiu lay on his side, an empty smile on his face and eyes gazing in Luo Binghe’s direction. The half-demon crawled across the floor towards him, ready to grovel and plead for forgiveness over not having been there to rescue him in time. Shen Qingqiu, however, merely pulled him into a weak hug. Luo Binghe’s shoulder shook as he tried to contain a sob but failed miserably, in the end curling up into Shen Qingqiu’s embrace.
“It is ok.” Shen Qingqiu spoke quietly, his voice still raw but the words felt light and dismissive, as though Shen Qingqiu were soothing him after he’d accidentally spilled a bowl of soup. It was likely that the peak lord remained mostly unaware of himself and Luo Binghe.
Luo Binghe wished he could share in that ignorant bliss, instead his thoughts tore at his insides. Honestly he had half a mind to storm after his father, steal back Xin Mo, and bring down all of heaven and earth in his revenge. Every thought left his mind however, when he felt a palm come to rest against his head. His body stilled, unbelieving of what was happening. Then it happened again. Shen Qingqiu, despite everything, was gently patting Luo Binghe’s head like he used to when the half-demon was just a disciple of Qing Jing.
“Binghe’s… good.” Shen Qingqiu murmured before seeming to drift off to sleep.
Luo Binghe fought to contain his sobs and hugged tight until he too felt the pull towards unconsciousness. He couldn’t help but feel like things were going to be okay, somehow.