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“Shizun?”
A soft voice calls out in the middle of the night, the sound traveling along the breeze until it reaches pointed ears. A low, sleepy groan is given in reply, and then the soft voice is calling out again, a little louder this time, more insistent.
“Shizun. I know it’s late, but this disciple… This disciple needs your help. Please, shizun?”
Pointed ears twitch a few times as their owner starts to awaken, but there’s still a tense silence held within the air. Soon enough it’s broken by the sound of rustling fabric and feet padding across the floor.
A door opens, and a looming figure stares down at a much smaller one, void-like eyes taking in the sight before them.
A disciple – his newest one, actually – stands before him, green eyes wide and teary in a way that shouldn’t be so enticing on a kid. Flushed cheeks lay directly below the low sweep of long, glistening lashes, and the poor boy’s hair is almost artfully mussed up. Thankfully, he’s clothed; though it isn’t much, just inner robes and—
“…Disciple Shen. Explain yourself.”
The youth cowers under the weight of his shizun’s gaze, drawing the sheer fabric of his robes tighter around his body. He looks like lust incarnate, and dark eyes slowly trail over the sinful view, eagerly committing it to memory.
“I… I know I’m dressed poorly,” Shen Yuan murmurs, curling in on himself. “But it isn’t my fault! It’s Ming Fa— I-I mean da-shixiong! He and his friends took my things again, and I could barely get my robe back! Please shizun, this disciple is begging for your help!”
Luo Binghe lets out a deep sigh, a clawed hand lifting to rub at the bridge of his nose. Children were so petty sometimes.
Not that he has any room to complain. He was an absolute terror in his youth, always lashing out at others in increasingly painful ways. He was, in no uncertain terms, a mini-warlord.
This, however… has nothing to do with violence. Not the usual blood and gore kind, at least.
“None of that explains the appearance of red lingerie, Disciple Shen.”
Because really, that’s all it can be called: lingerie. Silken panties cling to the boy’s hips, digging into softened flesh enough to leave the imprint of his sex. If he were to turn around, Binghe doesn’t doubt that he’d be able to see the skimpy garment struggling to fully encompass his disciple’s plump rear.
“…”
“Well? Explain yourself. I doubt Ming Fan and his underlings gave such a piece to you.”
The silence from his disciple is deafening, but the boy refuses to turn around and leave. A hard large part of the peak lord wants to turn this boy around and march him into the nearest whorehouse so that he can learn the dangers of looking like that, but that likely wouldn’t bode well for his reputation or sanity.
“Nevermind. Get inside before I change my mind.”
He barely has time to move out of the way before Shen Yuan rushes inside, their bodies briefly pressing together in the narrow doorway. Suddenly Luo Binghe is rock hard, but unlike his pathetic disciple, he has enough clothing to - mostly - cover himself.
The soft click of his front door closing is followed by shallow breathing, and he turns to see his disciple once more staring up at him, making no moves to head further into the safety of his home. Binghe’s endless patience keeps him from dragging the boy further inside, but only just so; the tantalizing dig of teeth into a plush lower lip leaves the demon mesmerized, and he’d hate to get rid of the sight before he could commit it to memory.
“Sh-Shizun?”
“Yes, Disciple Shen?”
“…”
The following silence confuses the lord, at least until he remembers why it occurred.
“Yes, A-Yuan?”
His darling little disciple was always so fussy about formalities between them. Within the walls of Binghe’s home, where it was just the two of them — one old, lecherous demon lord towering above a sweet, angelic child — Shen Yuan hated being called anything but his name. He couldn’t quite shake calling Binghe shizun, but there were times where he’d refer to him by name as well, and it’d set the demon ablaze.
“Um… Could you reveal your huadian? I can’t see in the dark like you can.”
Such a ridiculous request makes him snort, but he obliges him nonetheless, the eerie red glow coming from his forehead providing just enough light for the two of them to make it to his bedroom. The moment he crosses the doorway, Shen Yuan runs and leaps onto the bed, landing with a soft thud as he rolls around atop the soft bedding.
“Fuck, I love your bed. Aren’t you glad I helped you secure such a soft mattress, Shizun?”
The boy managed to tangle himself up in the sheets while talking, sheer robes getting knocked askew and revealing the slight, puffy swell of his chest as he looks up at Binghe.
Binghe stares back, a hand shamelessly reaching to shift his dick into a more comfortable position. Naturally, Shen Yuan’s eyes lower to follow the movement, going half-lidded and teary just at the sight of his imprint.
In all fairness, such a thing is to be expected: as a heavenly demon – and a full-fledged adult at that – Luo Binghe’s cock is, in no uncertain terms, a terrifyingly massive cudgel made to bore deep into his mates and impregnate them as efficiently as possible. Though mostly human in appearance, taking it in is still a veritable challenge; the sheer girth of it, as well as the thick spines along its length, ensure that each inch has to be forced in, and that it can’t easily be pulled out.
Still, this should be nothing new to the child. Shen Yuan, in an annoyingly clinical display, had once whined until Binghe had stripped completely, and then marveled at every ounce of his body, even going so far as to draw him. Multiple times.
So why does he seem so distracted all of a sudden?
The demon feels his dick twitch, swelling impossibly larger as more blood fills it. Shen Yuan keeps staring, absentmindedly pawing at the sheets.
“See something you like? I can remove my pants, if that’d please A-Yuan.”
His blush after being called out on his staring is rather fierce, and then it’s pulled out of sight as the boy sputters and whines while retreating into the safety of his odd cocoon. It’s an adorable tactic, but not one that’ll deter Binghe. In two easy strides, he’s in front of his bed, clawed hands unraveling his disciple from his nest. There’s kicking, of course, because said disciple has a face as thin as the sheer robe he wore, but it’s half-hearted in a way that makes laughter ring out from the both of them.
When blood red finally meets emerald green, they’re both grinning like idiots, one arguably more flushed than the other, but happy all the same. Pinned as the kid is, he can’t do anything but stare up at his shizun, that damned robe still draped over him as though trying to retain the boy’s innocence.
“A-Yuan. Yuan-er. Won’t you reveal yourself to me?”
A coy smirk spreads across Shen Yuan’s face, his voice gone light and airy, caressing Luo Binghe’s ears like a litany of kisses.
“I thought you’d never ask, my lord.”
Thin fabric is torn as black, feathered wings sprout from the boy’s lower back, fluttering weakly beneath him. Further down, a tail thumps happily against Binghe’s thigh, the heart-shaped tip drawing lazy patterns into his pants. Rounded ears become pointed, the flesh of his fingers gaining a gradient that fades into an inky black, nails turn into claws, and thick, curved horns sprout from his head, the thickest part swooping low to his cheeks before curling back upwards and out.
Shen Yuan’s transformation is brief, but it leaves the demon lord in awe nonetheless, his face pulling closer just so he can press kisses to those horns. They’re one of his favorite parts to worship, a fact that both he and the boy below him know very well.
“Hmph, how come my horns get kisses before I do? That isn’t fair, shizun.”
“You’ll get your kisses in due time. For now, this lord has other plans.”
Like freeing his dick, for one. Loathe as he is to remove his hands from his disciple’s body, he’s liable to punch an unfortunate hole through his pants if they stay on any longer. The bed creaks as his weight is gingerly pulled away, and then once more as Shen Yuan moves to get up. He watches the boy with curious eyes, understanding dawning on him once the succubus is on his knees in front of him, hands toying with his pants.
“Allow me to help you.”
Binghe’s dick gives a violent lurch at that, a thick bead of precum staining his pants. Shen Yuan stares at it, laughs, and then hastily pulls the garment down, watching with half-lidded eyes as Binghe’s dick flexes up and down before settling, hanging slightly under its own weight. Being a terrifying (strikethrough) hefty thirteen inches, it’s truly a monster, but the scent of it alone is enough to make Shen Yuan forget that.
He eagerly presses a kiss to the fist-sized head, tonguing at the narrow slit that keeps oozing pre. A groan is heard from above, a large hand pressing against the back of his head to urge him on, forcing his lips flush against that tip until they spread apart, the barest hint of fang scraping over veins as it sinks into warm, wet walls.
With his mouth open, the succubus can barely hold back, suckling hungrily on the fleshy tip. If this were one of their “exploration sessions” – not the most creative of names, he knows – then he could probably take his time, really work Binghe up while committing the taste and texture of him to his body’s memory. Sadly, his shizun doesn’t want that, and Shen Yuan has to settle for having his head forced further down that thick cock, tears rolling down his face as he gags a little.
“Good slut,” a low, rumbling voice purrs out, the praise followed by a chaste headpat. It makes the kid’s stomach fill with butterflies, and he suckles harder as a thank you – good disciples remember their manners, after all!
Above him, his shizun laughs, petting his head once more while muttering sweet nothings to him. Shen Yuan, greedy little slut that he is, happily soaks it all in, getting drunk off of his shizun’s touch, taste, even smell…
“Mmph…♡”
He sinks down until his nose connects with coarse, dark hair, firmly pressed against the hard muscle underneath, and inhales deeply, a harsh shiver running throughout him. A curious noise is heard, but he ignores it, happily fucking his face and inhaling the demon lord’s scent. If he were a poet, he’d probably try to place a specific attribute to it, but he could care less about giving flowery words to something as hedonistic as this.
Shizun smells like shizun: all masculine heat and sweat as he fucks his disciple’s throat. The longer Shen Yuan kneels there, suckling like a hungry babe, the stronger that heavy scent grows, saliva working everything up into a lather that the succubus absolutely adores and tries to slurp up whenever he notices it.
It isn’t often, though. As much as he wants it, their pace is slow, dictated entirely by Luo Binghe’s whims and nothing more. Whining earns him nothing but an amused chuckle, and holding still only makes the man go rougher, not faster, and, well…
Shen Yuan’s impatient, okay? He was forced to hold back his charm and go without feeding for a whole week! It’s not fair that when he finally does get dick, it’s not at all how he wants it!
Green eyes slowly flutter open – he’d closed them at some point to avoid getting sweat flicked into them during a particularly rough thrust – and trail upwards, glaring as best they can at unbothered red. Binghe’s hips slow to a stop, hand still holding Shen Yuan in place so he can grind against the wet cling of his throat, but otherwise, they stare at each other, waiting for the other to fold first.
Unsurprisingly the little succubus caves, a soft sigh forcing its way past stuffed lips as he paws at his shizun’s leg. The demon slowly pulls out in response, his cock falling past abused lips with a wet ‘pop’ and glistening in the low light. It still stands upright, twitching directly in front of Shen Yuan’s face, and it takes everything in him not to cum at the heady scent assaulting his nostrils.
“Shizun,” Shen Yuan mutters, a hand reaching down to rub at his stomach, faint red markings lighting up underneath his palm. “Can… Can you feed me now? Please? This isn’t enough…”
The look Luo Binghe pins him with is comprised of nothing but sheer flames, his cock twitching violently and spewing out heavy ropes of… pre? Cum? The little succubus can’t tell; all he knows is that his face is suddenly covered in a thin film of his shizun’s cock milk, everywhere from his forehead to his chin dripping with the liquid. It’s enough to make him cum, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his cunt gushes out wave after wave of honeyed slick.
By the time he’s done, he ends up on his back, staring through tear-filled eyes up at his shizun. The man looks like he’s going to either beat the shit out of Shen Yuan, or fuck him so hard he dies (both options, of course, appeal to his demonic side, because why wouldn’t they? Binghe is a strong mate, probably the strongest mate Shen Yuan could ever be pursued by, and getting to experience a taste of that before they officialize things would be so, so rewarding).
“Hah… Shizun, does this mean I can get my meal now?”
Binghe quirks an eyebrow, reaching in-between them to tear away silk panties and slap at the still-sopping wet entrance of his disciple. He looks all too smug as the boy’s head gets tossed back, another mini orgasm rolling through him.
“With how much you’re whining, I shouldn’t even fuck you at all. Greedy, impatient sluts aren’t my favorite.”
“But…?”
Shen Yuan’s eagerness makes the demon lord laugh, and he bends down to nuzzle at the line of his neck, fangs threatening to break fragile skin and draw forth pools of blood.
“But, if I don’t breed you now, you’ll try to run away and let someone else claim you, won’t you?”
…What?
Binghe doesn’t seem to particularly care that the kid underneath him has gone stiff; he just keeps nuzzling at pliant flesh, digging his fangs in more and more, until—
“A-Ah, wait, n-no, shizun—“
Garbled whines are drowned out by the lewd squelch of flesh, greedy gulps following soon afterward as the demon lord nurses from his disciple’s neck. It hurts, and Shen Yuan tries to squirm, wings flapping harshly in an attempt to get away, but how could his meager reserves of strength possibly compare to his lord’s? He’s royally fucked, and he knows it, but a desperate part of his mind still pushes him to fight, pained screams and moans leaving him as he sobs into curly hair.
A hand once more dives in between them, forcing fingers inside Shen Yuan’s cunt to steal some slick. There’s one, two pumps, then the hand is gone, a wet schlick schlick sound heard as Binghe strokes his cock, and then he’s forcing himself inside, teeth fully closing around torn, bloodied flesh.
His disciple is delirious with pain, but still clenches so wonderfully around his cock, drawing low growls from the demon as he fucks the little slut senseless.
“What happened to your stamina, A-Yuan?”
He’s teasing him, tugging too harshly on weak wings as he saws in and out, pounding the slight body underneath him hard enough to slam the bed against the wall. Shen Yuan’s cries manage to drown the noise out, the sweet breathiness making this deep, dark pit in Binghe’s dantian ache, possessiveness and lust and wantwantwant clouding his already blood-stained vision as he takes what he wants.
“Did you forget what it was like, being fucked by me? You have a thing for older men, but to let yourself get fucked by your shishu? Really, A-Yuan?”
Thin legs are hiked up over his shoulders, pressing him impossibly deeper, slamming right up against that sacred spot, bullying it open in less than a minute.
Shen Yuan is outright feral now, howling and screaming and clawing at the sheets. He doesn’t know if he’s even saying anything in between all the screams, but surely he must be, if the dark look Binghe pierces him with is anything to go by.
Sharp fangs are ripped out of his flesh, taking shreds of skin with them, and Binghe – the disgusting brute – chews, swallows, and opens his mouth wide, showing off the emptiness within.
“Did Liu Qingge treat you nicer than this one does? I’ve never seen you vouch quite so much for someone before. Maybe he managed to wrap your tiny cunt so firmly around him that you fell in love?”
Claws rake across Shen Yuan’s form, but all it does is make his body flinch, and it isn’t even a strong one, but it’s enough of a reaction for now. The lines that form are just as red and puffy as tear-filled eyes, drawing Binghe in until he’s bent over and lapping at them, delighting in the pained hiss of his disciple.
“…don’t…him…”
“Hm?”
The demon lord continues lapping at raised skin, teasing each line with the very real threat of fangs while he waits.
“I don’t… love him. Shishu isn’t… Liu Qingge is not who I love.”
How bold of Shen Yuan, to say such a thing when nestled within Luo Binghe’s bed, when the depths of his very womb are filled to the brim with Luo Binghe’s cock and pre-cum, and will soon enough be filled with his seed.
He wants to laugh in his stupid disciple’s face. Instead, he draws back to his full height, staring down at his disciple with a look of cold indifference. The harsh glow of his huadian casts an eerie glow across his features, the warmth fading from his eyes until they resemble nothing less than dark, endless voids, hellbent on swallowing down every last millimeter of Shen Yuan’s flesh until he’s hidden away forever in the depths of Binghe’s mind.
“He might not be the man you love, but you still let him touch you, let him taint you. I could smell him on you all day yesterday, you know.”
“I was hun—“
“Shhh. I’m not done talking.”
He doesn’t even have to lay a finger on the boy; he shuts up on his own, the heavy stench of fear permeating the air. Binghe breathes it in, composing himself once again, before continuing.
“You let that man; pathetic, weak, salivating dog that he is, fuck you. You let him, all because you were too greedy and spoilt to go even one more day without a cock filling you up. If he had raped you, I could understand; I know you remember our first time coupling just as well as I do.”
Shen Yuan had been even younger then, his succubus nature newly awakened and leaving him oh so confused as he tried to figure out how to get rid of that unbearable ache in between his legs. Luo Binghe scented him out, hunted him down, and fucked the little minx right there in broad daylight, just barely hidden within the bamboo forest of Qing Jing.
“But no, he didn’t rape you. Hell, he didn’t even coerce you. You went to him willingly, crying and begging for help, and you let him fuck you. It wasn’t even that good; I could tell you were faking moans more often than not.”
Shen Yuan has the sense to look chastised, but there’s a defiant gleam in his eyes that makes Binghe’s hackles raise. Defiance is a poor look on his disciple.
“If shizun noticed I was so dissatisfied, why didn’t he help me? Even after two hours, I barely had enough to keep me going.”
The pout he’s leveled with is cute and definitely bratty, but there’s a lingering hint of force behind the words that tickles at the very edges of Binghe’s sense. It’s distracting, but not enough for the demon lord to look into it immediately.
"If my disciple was truly so dissatisfied, then he shouldn't have gone for a subpar meal in the first place."
Shen Yuan grimaces at that, but he doesn't press the issue further; there's no need to keep talking in circles when he knows it'll only anger Binghe more.
"Nothing to say, A-Yuan? No more bratty quips or striking rebuttals?"
"No, shizun. This disciple was wrong, and..."
"And?"
The boy fidgets, his slick cunt fluttering briefly around where Binghe is still sheathed within him. He wants to move his hips, but before he even gets the chance to, there are large hands pressing his hips down, keeping him still.
"And?"
"...and will accept whatever punishment shizun deems fit."
The grin his shizun gives him is downright filthy, promising nothing but agony for the little succubus.
“A fitting punishment… now what could that be?”
Weak fluttering draws his attention downwards, a cruel grin splitting the very corners of his lips. Shen Yuan will suffer by his hand, and thank him for it later.
Wide hands drift from plush hips to the base of each wing, mapping out where they connect with the boy’s spine. It feels like a caress, one that Shen Yuan drunkenly accepts, unaware of the coming danger.
Claws dig in, and there’s a split moment where understanding hits him; unfortunately, that does little to spare him the pain of having his wings mauled while his womb is fucked. Feathers are yanked out by the root, flesh torn to ribbons, and even bone crushed at their joints, all so that Shen Yuan can learn what happens when he crosses his shizun.
The fact that his drooling cunt tightens around Binghe is just an added bonus, of course, and he abuses it the best way he knows how: by chasing after his orgasm, drunk off of the stench of lust and blood and terror. He’s a surprisingly quick shot, but they’d be hard pressed to find any man who could hold back after fucking the little minx for so long.
His cock pulses constantly, thickening with the rushing tides of his orgasm and just barely relaxing as heavy spurts of cum are buried deep into the recesses of Shen Yuan’s aching womb. Even with all the pain, the boy cums, and Binghe can see his body finally starting to relax as he’s fed properly.
The two lay there, cum, sweat, and blood slowly drying on their bodies. It’s absolutely gross, but neither is willing to disturb the other and get up; and even if one of them were willing, they’re both sorting through their thoughts.
After what feels like eternity, Shen Yuan’s soft voice raises in the air, hoarse from screaming and moaning so loudly.
“Shizun? I’m sorry.”
The body splayed over his goes tense, and it takes a moment for the demon lord to respond.
“Sorry for what?”
“Sleeping with Liu-shibo. I just… I wanted to know what it was like?”
He winces at the way his words raise into a question, but it’s the truth! He’s just trying to gauge how his shizun will take things. His mouth opens to explain more, but before he can say anything, Luo Binghe slowly rises off of him, sitting on the bed instead of cuddling him.
Is that good? Bad? Shen Yuan can’t tell, but he sits up as best as he can, holding a scrap of the torn, bloodied blanket to his naked chest.
“You wanted to know what sleeping with Liu Qingge is like?”
There’s a dangerous edge to his shizun’s voice, one that makes him cower under the weight of murderous intent, but Shen Yuan pushes past it, eager to make the man see reason.
“No! I don’t, uh, it didn’t matter to me who I slept with. I just wanted to see what sleeping with someone other than you was like. Shizun’s my fi—“
“Get out.”
Shen Yuan pauses. Blinks. Turns his head to meet his shizun’s eyes, and—
Oh, he’s so fucked. His shizun is glaring at him through tears, each drop rolling slowly down his face. An unbearable wave of guilt crashes into him, and he has to suck in a breath to get over how much the sight makes his heart ache.
“Shizun, wait,” he mutters, scrambling to remove the sheets from his sticky skin and sit next to Luo Binghe. He reaches a hand out, ready to wipe away tears and soothe the demon lord, but his hand is slapped away before it can even get close.
“Out.”
“…Yes, shizun. Have a pleasant night.”
The boy forces himself to stand, shooting his shizun a final guilt-ridden glance before moving to locate and put on his clothes. His wounds are still healing, but he grits his teeth and does his best to look dignified once again. With that done, he scampers away on shaky legs, broken wings dragging behind him. There’s a trail of cum left behind, but by the time the sun rises, it’ll be gone.
As soon as the front door closes, snarls and loud crashes echo throughout the space; it’s truly a miracle that no one else on the peak is woken up by all the noise.