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Shen Qingqiu has no idea what happened to lead to this point, and yet here he finds himself, arms tightly held in the iron grip of Liu Qingge, with the War God biting marks into his neck as his husband, Luo Binghe, is collapsed on the ground beside them.
He’s honestly shocked! How did Liu Qingge even know about this bullshit plot device, the Thousand Golden God-Binding Thread cables?
It had been a fairly shoddily written chapter in which the villain of the day had gotten an Immortal Binding cable on steroids that could somehow subdue both Luo Binghe’s human cultivation and demonic blood, leaving him completely susceptible to the whims of his captor.
In “Proud Immortal Demon’s Way”’s context, it had been a pretty gaudy way of introducing a new wife into the harem as the femme fatale had fallen in love with him after capturing him.
In this case… Has Shen Qingqiu accidentally been dragged into a NTR storyline? System, knock knock, hello? System??
[ … ]
Wonderful.
Another bite to the pale cream of his neck, bruising and nearly bringing blood to the surface, makes him mewl and try once again to wriggle away. He makes it not even a scant inch away from the other man. Liu Qingge is like unyielding steel against him, breath hot and humid as it pants roughly against his neck.
In fact, the man is hot as a stove, red hot coal in his chest making him radiate out heat, enough that the usually pristine Liu Qingge is sweating through his robes. The stink of salt and heat is thick in the air,
“Qingqiu,” Liu Qingge groans, pearl teeth nipping against his neck. “Qingqiu, I can’t take it… It’s too hot…”
His voice is hoarse and already ruined, husky in a way that reverberates deep in Shen Qingqiu’s chest. It’s masculine and rough, exactly how Shen Qingqiu once imagined he would sound before he saw the pretty, princely face of the real thing. As Liu Qingge pants his name again, Shen Qingqiu shivers hotly, not in revulsion as it should be but something sweeter.
Unable to flee, Shen Qingqiu settles for turning his face away as Liu Qingge flattens his tongue and licks a stripe up his neck. He licks hard like he wants to stick his tongue right under Shen Qingqiu’s skin, wriggle in deep until he can taste Shen Qingqiu on the inside.
“Shen Qingqiu,” Liu Qingge groans in amazement, breath ghosting over the wet stripe that sends a cascade of goosebumps down his spine, “... tastes so good…”
With that dazed and amazed sentence, Liu Qingge licks hard at his neck again, then up to his jaw in long, heavy flicks of tongue. He even laps over the swell of Shen Qingqiu’s pink, flushed cheek, unconcernedly catching stray strands of hair as he happily drools all over Shen Qingqiu’s face.
… Liu-shidi, do you take him for a piece of candy?
If force isn’t working, and fleeing isn’t working, then time to try faking some bullshit! “Shidi, just stop for a moment and think rationally.”
“Yes, yes,” Liu Qingge agrees, distracted with licking his way over to Shen Qingqiu’s lips.
“Let’s sit down and – Mmfh!”
Perhaps he should have seen it coming. ‘It’ being Liu Qingge’s tongue shoving its way past his lips and happily licking over every crevice of his mouth. The tip strokes over his molars, wetly slides against his own tongue, and ticklishly traces over the roof of his mouth. It’s as if Liu Qingge wants to paint every corner of his mouth in his own saliva.
It’s messy, spit spilling from the corners of their mouths and down their chins, and yet… Shen Qingqiu doesn’t hate it.
He should, he knows. But… Well, he’s always thought Liu Qingge to be one of his dearest friends, someone he can always trust and rely on, and of course he’s very easy on the eyes. Shen Qingqiu, shamefully, horribly, finds himself enjoying being assaulted. He squeezes his thighs together subtly, tending to his arousal.
Liu Qingge brings Shen Qingqiu’s arms up above his head and gathers his hands together until he can hold both of his wrists in only one of his hands. Then the hand he’d just freed starts to slide into Shen Qingqiu’s robes, tugging them open and pawing all over his chest. The breasts that Luo Binghe so often enjoys suckling on are squeezed and rubbed through his most inner layer, the blistering heat from Liu Qingge’s hand soaking easily through the thin cloth.
Shen Qingqiu moans as the calloused palm rubs directly over his swollen, teased nipples, the constant state of the red fruits on his chest thanks to living with his ever hungry and horny husband. It sparks arousal deep inside him, his body accustomed to the foreplay of it and responding in kind.
Liu Qingge, with his tongue still shoved halfway down his throat, swallows the sound and echoes it back with a dark, rough edge.
He’s beginning to feel lightheaded from the kiss, drinking down Liu Qingge’s spit and struggling to remember to breathe as his tits are greedily groped at. Somehow, he manages to twist his face away, letting out little hitches of breath ending in whines.
“Liu-shidi!” he scolds, lips feeling numb and swollen, heat warming his stomach as his breasts ache pleasurably under Liu Qingge’s rough hand. “Stop yourself!”
“Why him?”
Shen Qingqiu startles at the dark question, blinking wildly at the heavy storm crossing over Liu Qingge’s expression.
His hair is disturbed from his fight with Luo Binghe, his bangs sticking to his face with sweat and his ponytail pulled down, strewn over his shoulders with his hair crown tugged off and thrown somewhere. A streak of blood from his nose is smeared across his cheek and his clothing is ruffled, some cuts and tears in it, dirt and blood dirtying the pristine white.
Like this, he truly looks like the promised War God he is.
Privately, Shen Qingqiu finds him utterly captivating. This is the man that Shen Qingqiu had always wanted to see in “Proud Immortal Demon’s Way”. This is the wild, strong man that Shen Qingqiu could picture holding a title like that. He grows a little hotter looking at Liu Qingge like this, the slick building between his legs only matched by the guilt souring in his stomach.
From the corner of his eyes, he looks over at Luo Binghe tied up tightly on the ground, seeing the glowing red from his huadian and eyes as he stares hatefully up at the display before him.
Liu Qingge squeezes one of his breasts hard enough to make him whimper, the pain sparking brightly and making him rub his thighs together. His pupils are blown wide, eyes dark. “Why him? Am I not strong enough? Not handsome enough? Not wealthy enough?”
Shen Qingqiu squirms, arching his back and shoving his chest towards Liu Qingge, robes slipping further open. “Nnh, L-Liu-shidi–!”
“Or do you just like how he fucks you?” Liu Qingge asks, the mockery in his voice scalding. Shen Qingqiu’s back shudders at the lustful yet hateful edge to it. “I saw you two entwined in the river… After everything I did to save you, to keep you honourable and safe, all it took was shoving his dick in you to make you his?”
Luo Binghe makes a wounded, angry noise. That’s not what happened. Shen Qingqiu knows that. That day isn't what Shen Qingqiu or Luo Binghe think of as their first.
“Taking him as your husband,” Liu Qingge snarls, a vicious poison lacing his words like barbs. “When I was here for you!”
Anger boils low in Shen Qingqiu's gut. “Liu-shidi, what has gotten into you?!”
This isn't right… Liu Qingge isn’t like this. Shen Qingqiu has known him for years now, has always felt as if he understood exactly what Liu Qingge was like, and one of the few people he had felt safe around even at the most turbulent and confusing times of his life.
Liu Qingge seems done talking, however. He lets go of Shen Qingqiu’s wrists and brings them both to Shen Qingqiu’s waist, ripping his belt off and tugging open his robes, ripping some of the delicate silken ties and shoving them open so suddenly that Shen Qingqiu doesn’t even have time to cover his now-bare pussy.
His body is rather slender and lean thanks to the original goods’ martial practice, his immortal body healthy and spry. His nipples are swollen and bruised, standing starkly red against his cream, pale skin. Liu Qingge eyes him hungrily, something animalistic in him wanting to sink his teeth and devour.
With his robes slipping down his arms and his legs bared – so sue him, he’d gone pantsless in his own home, alright? – Shen Qingqiu throws caution to the winds and puts up one final bout of resistance. Gathering qi into his palm, he strikes hard at Liu Qingge’s core.
It’s shrugged off with only the tiniest wince.
Liu Qingge surges in and pushes his thighs apart, only undoing his own pants enough to pull out his cock. He nestles his face into Shen Qingqiu’s neck, breathing heavily, smearing sweat and blood on his neck, and presses his cockhead into the melting wet of his pussy.
He turns and looks apologetically at Luo Binghe, meeting his wounded and shining red eyes. “Binghe, husband, don’t look–”
The first thrust in makes him moan. His pussy is dripping wet from the rough foreplay earlier despite his self-disgust and makes a slick sound as the lips of it part.
His body is used to accepting in the monstrous length of Luo Binghe, the peerless heavenly pillar driving him to the brink of insanity with how full he is with it, the weight of it sitting heavily deep in his stomach. So, though Liu Qingge is by no means laughable in size, the flushed and pink lips of his pussy still spread easily open even as he digs his cock in all the way to the root, until his hips are pressed to Shen Qingqiu’s groin.
It’s wet and hot, Liu Qingge’s cock curved and thick, scraping right across his pleasurable spot inside. Shen Qingqiu shivers full-bodied, toes curling. Electricity plays across his nerves, sparking from his cunt and sparking outwards, until every last bit of his body is hot in pleasure.
With a heavy groan of satisfaction, Liu Qingge pulls back out, only to suddenly spin Shen Qingqiu around to face away. Before Shen Qingqiu can regather himself, Liu Qingge bends down and picks Shen Qingqiu up with his hands hooked under Shen Qingqiu’s thighs.
“Like this,” Liu Qingge says, beginning to lower Shen Qingqiu back down onto his cock shining with the juices from his cunt. “I’ll fuck you like this, so he can see.”
Horror and revulsion fills Shen Qingqiu, along with a deep, secret thrill, slick dripping from his pussy down towards Liu Qingge’s cock.
This position isn’t new to Shen Qingqiu and it proves to be just as intense as it is with Luo Binghe. It feels as if he’s reaching deeper like this, using Shen Qingqiu’s weight to spear his pussy as far onto him as he can. Liu Qingge slides deeper and deeper until it’s rubbing at the deepest place inside and making tingles shoot up his spine.
It’s a much more moderate weight and size, not stretching him to the brink of breaking, not so much that he can’t even breathe around it, but it still feels good. He doesn’t want to, especially not with his Binghe watching and gritting his teeth around the gag and twisting uselessly in the cables and his cock hard –
Shen Qingqiu blinks, mouth popping open around a surprised moan, eyes wide. Liu Qingge laughs his usual short, mocking laugh. He’s not one prone to humour, preferring to be dry and sharp-witted, but Shen Qingqiu supposes there’s nothing he can do but laugh seeing his hated adversary erect and humiliated at his feet while he fucks his wife…
“Binghe…” he breathes, the sound of it punched out as Liu Qingge starts fucking him in earnest. “Husband, please, stop looking– oh, mm! Qingge, slow, slow down nn–!”
Liu Qingge noses through the hair at his nape and simply sucks a lovebite into his neck rather than respond, clutching tighter at his thighs until the shapes of his fingers will be stained into his skin with bruises and snapping his hips harder. The sound of his pussy is wetter now, slick and humiliating.
Unfaithful, humiliated, ashamed, and yet still aroused, he lets out small moans with every deep stroke inside himself. Liu Qingge is rough and not practiced in his movements, but so is Luo Binghe. This is exactly as he’s used to, and the earnestness in the motion is just as exciting as a well-practiced man would be for him.
Shen Qingqiu chews into the inside of his cheek until it bleeds trying to both stop himself from moaning and to keep himself back from the edge of pleasure slowly engulfing him. Liu Qingge groans at the tightness of his pussy and leans back slightly, changing the angle of his cock so that it brutally fucks into the swell of his pleaurable spot each deep and rocking thrust.
His orgasm hits him eventually no matter how he tries to stop it, hard enough that he shamefully squirts. Shen Qingqiu feels tears burn at the corners of his eyes as some of the spray lands across Luo Binghe’s face, dripping wetly down his husband’s cheeks.
"Take a good look, demon," Liu Qingge goads as Shen Qingqiu gasps through his orgasm.
“Binghe, Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu moans in apology, cunt suckling hard on Liu Qingge’s cock as he’s fucked through his orgasm, the pleasure almost blinding in intensity. His legs jerk in Liu Qingge’s grasp, his spine arching and mouth falling open around a wail of pleasure.
“That’s it, Qingqiu, let it all out over that beast’s face,” Liu Qingge approves, fucking him harder.
He’s pushed into a rolling series of orgasms, cunt squeezing tight and another small squirt adding to the mess on Luo Binghe’s face. His husband stares up at him, eyes crimson and an unnamable emotion writhing inside of them. Shen Qingqiu, unable to bear it, shuts his eyes and whimpers through Liu Qingge’s ragged thrusts as he finishes deep inside.
Shen Qingqiu nearly sighs a breath of relief even with his womb drinking up the semen. Perhaps this will finally end this insane evening, now that Liu Qingge has finally gotten what he wanted. His core is pleasantly hot, the thick come in his belly and the sequence of orgasms making him feel sated.
But Liu Qingge simply steadies himself and his breathing before rubbing the head of his cock through the mess of slick between his legs.
“I’m not going to stop fucking you until you admit that you like it,” Liu Qingge threatens darkly.
Fuck. Shen Qingqiu whimpers and shivers as his flushed, sensitive pussy is spread open again, drooling out the previous load of semen over Liu Qingge’s cock. His clit is already throbbing, stomach hot with anticipation to get bred full.
Beneath them, Luo Binghe grinds his teeth into the gag and hatefully watches him be taken, the swollen evidence of his erection under his robes twitching hard.