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When Luo Binghe took his last breath, he found himself at peace, a feeling he’d long since forgotten. Regardless of the blood flooding his mouth and the burning in his chest, he felt calmer than he had in years, used to turmoil and constant struggle.
There was nothing left for him in this life.
He became emperor of the three realms, amassed a harem in the thousands, attained enough power to rival the gods, and created a world where all bowed down to him. Even so, it wasn’t enough, would never be enough.
Xin Mo wanted more. Always wanted more. The hole in his heart had grown to be unbearable, and Luo Binghe had found himself at odds with his existence.
In a sea of blood and fire, he calmly sat on his throne, awaiting his imminent demise. Xin Mo emitted dark energy, flooding the surroundings in demonic qi, a last layer of protection against the ash-coated air. It wouldn’t last.
As his consciousness swayed and his vision blurred, Luo Binghe saw his dead teacher, a sneer decorating those icy, elegant features. He almost wanted to reach out, to grasp at those pristine jade robes, but found his body failing him. His vision blurred, eyes drooping. He took his final breath and that was it.
Luo Binghe was emperor of the three realms, powerful and undisputed, but that’s all in the past. Now… Well, now Luo Binghe is a Bai Zhan peak disciple, aged twenty with his demonic powers tightly sealed.
In a twist of fate, he finds himself alive, surroundings unfamiliar in a body that is ultimately his but different. For one, he’s dressed in the stiff white fabrics of Bai Zhan peak and his hair is curly, fluffy in the way it used to be before he fell to the abyss, before he found himself at odds with his own appearance, trying all tried and true methods to straighten his unruly locks.
There’s no demon mark on his forehead either, and he can’t access his powers. Even so, the drum of spiritual energy beneath his skin alerts him of the prowess that his version of himself holds.
That was months ago, and, since then, Luo Binghe has found himself falling into the easy routine of being a Bai Zhan disciple which consists of getting his ass beat by Liu Qingge, whom he pointedly refuses to call Shizun, every time the man returns from his missions whilst spending day in and day out training with his fellow disciples.
No matter how hard he tries, he’s unable to access even a smidge of his true power. He’s even tried meeting with Mobei-Jun only for said meeting to end in resolute failure.
Luo Binghe can’t complain though. He’s had his fill of conquering and finds it fun to masquerade as an upstanding citizen whilst biding his time. Demonic powers sealed, Xin Mo yet undiscovered, there’s a calm in his mind, a type of clarity that he hasn’t felt in years.
Unfortunately, there’s one downside to this place. A rather big downside, if he has anything to say about it.
There is no Shen Qingqiu. The man simply did not exist.
The Qing Jing Peak lord is some stuffy old beta that Luo Binghe has never seen before, and it fills him with a feeling akin to getting cotton stuffed down his throat.
When he attempts to ask Liu Qingge about the matter, the alpha stares blankly at him.
“Who’s Shen Qingqiu?” Liu Qingge asks, crossing his arms. “Why are you asking me stupid questions?”
That’s the end of their discussion, lasting a grand total of thirty-odd seconds. Liu Qingge promptly kicks his ass and sends him back to training.
Well, that’s no matter. Luo Binghe always gets what he wants one way or another. He will find his teacher, even if it’s the last thing he does.
His old world is gone, crumbled away, and Luo Binghe is here instead. There’s no use in pondering, not when he has more training to do!
Missions have become the new norm, and he’s acquired a name for himself, slaughtering powerful demons left and right in his quest to break his demon seal, though none have even come close. He ends up killing them, useless as they are, and brings back their corpses as trophies, amassing some interesting trinkets along the way.
Sent out on yet another demon-slaying mission, Luo Binghe makes his preparations. This time it’s a demon in a nearby town, a few days away walking distance or a short ten-minute trip via sword. Liu Qingge has him work alone for the most part, and he’s glad for it. His fellow disciples are knucklehead brutes who piss him off every chance they get.
Luo Binghe decides to walk over, allowing himself more time to view all that he had destroyed previously. He visits villages of simple farmers, simple and honest, and cities full of life, the hustle and bustle of merchants trying to sell their wares to restless passersby.
He buys himself a tanghulu, idly crunching down on the hard glaze and tart hawthorne as he strolls down the crowded street. A booth is selling fans with a variety of designs, and his eyes hone in on a jade-green fan with bamboo designs. Something twists in his gut at the sight, a bitter taste overtaking the sugar coating his throat.
A beta woman stops him, offering to read his future. She’s on the older side, eyes shiny and wrinkled with age. Luo Binghe doesn’t find any reason to deny her so he sets out his hand for her to read.
“You will soon meet the love of your life,” she says with a knowing smile, tracing the lines on his palm.
Sounds like bullshit. Luo Binghe is no stranger to love, in the way his wives would proclaim their affections and his subjects would cry out their loyalty. He can easily say it’s fleeting, conditional, and, most of all, fake. Love doesn’t exist in such a world, only lust, the honest intertwining of bodies and skin upon skin. Even so, he manages a smile and hands her a silver coin.
Luo Binghe finds it all so fascinating. The behavior of humans, in the way they crowd together, working as if ants in a colony. The city dwellers show no fear, nightlife is as vibrant as ever, with drunkards stumbling around in the streets amidst running children and multicolor lights. The villagers, on the other hand, hide in their huts when the sun falls and the moon shines bright.
There’s been an uptick of slaughtered men in the area. The perpetrator has been sucking their essences dry, leaving only an emptied-out husks. The slightest touch or harsh breeze renders the bodies to dust, evidence of a soul-sucking demon at work.
Most likely some sort of succubi, Luo Binghe thinks as he examines one of the corpses brought to him by the chief of the village. Easy enough. He’s subdued enough succubi, their charms paling in the face of his massive cock. He’s even had a haughty succubus princess on her knees, begging him to fuck her and make her his.
Wife number 741 or whatever. He can barely remember.
He bids everyone goodnight and is on his way to his lodgings, a lone hut graciously set up by the chief when he feels a burst of demonic qi and loud yelling in the distance. In an instant, Luo Binghe is alert and on his feet, speeding towards the source with his sword unsheathed. The night breeze rustles the bushes and the trees let loose their leaves.
Speeding out of the village, following the sweet demonic qi like a bloodhound, he feels it getting closer and closer, can practically taste it on his tongue. It’s unfamiliar, unlike any traces of demonic energy he’s felt before but he’s sure. This is the soul-sucking demon responsible for the murders, no doubt about it.
Practically handed to him on a silver platter. His plan is as follows, beat the fuck out of the demon and have it try to break his demonic seal. When it inevitably fails, as they always do, he will rip off its head and bring it as a prize to Liu Qingge, watching like a hawk at the slight upturn of those proud lips. Not quite praise but almost there.
In his haste, he doesn’t notice someone rushing towards him, and he’s unable to dodge, realizing far too late. A warm body crashes into him, and Luo Binghe finds himself slamming onto the gravel, knocking the breath out of his lungs and blacking out his vision for a second.
When he comes to, his surroundings bleary, the first thing he notices are perky fox ears and fluffy tails. Slumped on top of him is said demon, small and lithe, his face buried in Luo Binghe’s chest. Long, inky locks cascade around them, wrapping and creating a cocoon of silk.
It has him pausing as his eyes take in the foreign sight. A huli jing?! And a male one at that!
Huli jing are exceedingly rare, almost unheard of really. Even with his harem numbering in the thousands, Luo Binghe has never tasted one since the clan dispersed centuries ago, hunted to near extinction by humans and demons alike who covet them for their soft magical furs. More nefariously, the foxes, caged and bound, are used for dual cultivation purposes.
If Luo Binghe had one in his harem, his issues regulating his demonic qi would have been easily resolved. The foxes are adept at absorbing energy. By the same token, if left unrestrained, they can suck the life force out of unwitting humans and even experienced cultivators in mere moments.
For the few ones left, they are exceedingly good at hiding their tracks, shapeshifting into beautiful, alluring women, and playing the part of regular humans, hiding away their demonic and fox-like features. They would never be caught with their ears and tails out, attracting attention and prying eyes.
The fox spirit lets out a discontent hiss and raises his head to glare—jade phoenix eyes glimmering with anger, plush pink lips twisted into a frown, and elegant nose scrunched.
Luo Binghe nearly chokes at the sight, familiar as it is. There’s no mistaking who he’s looking at, a face that haunts his dreams.
His cruel yet beautiful Shizun.
But that can’t be possible. Shen Qingqiu, his Shen Qingqiu, was human until the very end. There was no way he would have been able to hide his demonic nature for so long, not after sustaining years of constant torture.
Up close, his scent is intoxicating. Sweet as spun sugar and ripe peaches, a signature of omegas. A huli jing, and an omega? Luo Binghe is floored.
Shen Qingqiu’s knees brush against Luo Binghe’s quickly hardening crotch as he scrambles to push himself off, only to softly gasp in pain and stumble when he gets to his feet. His robes are shredded and dirty, stained with dried blood.
“It went this way!” a grating, male voice calls out.
Before he even knows what he’s doing, Luo Binghe grabs Shen Qingqiu and jumps behind some thick bushes. One hand covers Shen Qingqiu’s mouth and the other wraps around his waist. In return, the unruly fox struggles in weak attempts to pry himself from Luo Binghe’s iron grip.
Shen Qingqiu’s back is flush against his chest, and Luo Binghe can taste the sweet lull of demonic qi radiating off of his ex-teacher. Something stirs in his pants, but he doesn’t dare move.
Footsteps, the crunch of gravel against boots. A group of five men search the area, fervently trying to find the escaped fox. Just as he believes they’re in the clear, he’s faced with one of the men, a rather plain-looking beta with beady eyes and gashes on his temple.
“Over here!” he yells, eyes glittering at the sight of their prize. Soon, there are five of them surrounding Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu.
“We found it first,” the beta says. “Give it up.”
“Make me,” Luo Binghe replies, stepping in front of Shen Qingqiu.
The men attack, and Luo Binghe effortlessly beats them, barely exerting a sweat. Sad. He was itching for a good fight, hasn’t had one yet, and a smug part of him knows he’s the strongest.
Even for ordinary cultivators, these men are dreadfully weak, not to mention their absolutely terrible technique and lack of teamwork, running around and attacking mindlessly. All bark and no real bite. The men flee with their tails between their legs, and it’s beyond pathetic. Luo Binghe almost feels bad for not slaughtering them when he had the chance.
His bloodlust hasn’t been the same since his revival. He’s slaughtered enough to find that there’s no fun in it, not anymore. He watches them run off, satisfaction brewing in his chest when he sees one of the men trip on their own two feet.
Eyes burn a hole in the back of his head, but Luo Binghe plays it cool. His Shizun is all furrowed brows and defensive posture as he stares up at the alpha, unsure of what to make of the situation. Those fluffy tails stick up, fanning out to try to make himself look bigger.
Young and peerlessly immortal, Shen Qingqiu looks the same age as before. Even with his hair mused and clothing dirty, he’s gorgeous. The fox ears and tails add a new allure and Luo Binghe finds he can’t look away, entranced by beauty, suffocating in want.
His mouth opens on its own, “Shizun-”
He doesn't get to finish his sentence. In an instant, soft petal lips are on his, and Luo Binghe’s brain short circuits.
He’s not inexperienced by any means—far from it—but the last thing he ever expected was for his ex-Shizun now huli jing to kiss him!
Shen Qingqiu is holding him in place, kissing him with vigor, their bodies pressed flush together. Soft scents of bamboo, sugar, and plum fill his nose, and Luo Binghe’s eyes flutter shut on their own. There’s a tugging in his center, imperceivable at first but increasing in strength.
Lulled into a sense of false security, he lives in the moment, in the warmth of Shen Qingqiu’s body and the softness of his lips. His spiritual energy is slowly drawn out, siphoning out of his body and into the smaller demon. Shen Qingqiu is stealing from him, but Luo Binghe can hardly bring himself to care or even attempt to push his ex-teacher off of him. His head is buzzing, thoughts wild, and he finds himself kissing back.
Shen Qingqiu’s demonic energy is pushing into him as much as his own is being drawn out. An idea springs in the back of his mind, a gamble. He deepens the kiss sending streams of his own energy whilst taking in more.
The building pressure in his chest changes. He feels lighter, stronger. Little by little, the demonic seal on his body begins to crack, and Luo Binghe chases the high. He wraps his arms around Shen Qingqiu’s thin waist, pulling him impossibly close.
Shen Qingqiu gasps and tries to pull away, but his struggles are for naught, nothing more than a feather pushing against a boulder. Luo Binghe towers over him, his body is strong and built, compared to Shen Qingqiu’s lithe and rather malnourished form.
The huli jing jolts in shock, mouth askew, allowing him quick entrance. Sharp fangs nip in response, flooding his mouth with the taste of iron, but Luo Binghe pays it no mind. He feels alive, the flow of heavenly demonic energy awakening his dormant core, flooding his meridians with power. Shen Qingqiu tastes impossibly sweet, and Luo Binghe finds himself wanting more.
He pulls away and slams the huli jing against a nearby tree, pulling those thin arms atop his head. Capturing Shen Qingqiu’s mouth once more, he pries open his lips with a skilled tongue. The smaller man shakes, soft moans spilling from swollen lips, when Luo Binghe grinds fast and rough against him.
The seal is on its last dregs, and when it shatters, Luo Binghe is flooded, enveloping and overwhelming the poor huli jing who's still attempting to steal his life essence. Back arched, Shen Qingqiu gasps and, with a newfound strength from out of nowhere, knees Luo Binghe right in the dick.
Ow! Fuck!
In shock, he lets go of Shen Qingqiu’s wrists, giving enough of a window for the smaller man to take off running.
It takes a moment for him to catch his breath, but when he does, his Shizun is nowhere to be seen. He’s left alone, body alight with fire even with the ache between his thighs. Of course, even in this world, Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t make it so easy.
Either way, Luo Binghe has been blessed. His powers are back and Shen Qingqiu is alive and his for the taking. What Luo Binghe desires, he gets.
Even if he has to bide his time.
***
After the chance encounter with that strange heavenly demon masquerading as a cultivator, Shen Jiu feels stronger. He has a greater grasp of his powers with no need to devour countless human souls to keep afloat. But it won’t last forever. It never does.
The acrid taste of human men burns in the back of his throat as a reminder. If he had been a complete huli jing, he wouldn’t need the taste of humans, able to subsist off nature and meditation. His core is damaged.
Eventually, he’ll have to go back to killing and stealing, but for now, he’s content to wander. There’s a part of him that wants to go back to his jiejies at the Warm Red Pavilion, but he’s aware of his notoriety. If anyone were to find him out, they would be implicated and he doesn’t want any trouble for them.
For now, he lives in the wilderness while shape-shifting to different forms whenever he visits nearby human settlements for supplies. The forest isn’t kind but it’s much better than the streets or Qiu Manor.
There’s just one small problem, and it’s starting to get on his nerves.
That damn cultivator is everywhere. Wherever Shen Jiu goes, no matter what disguise he’s in, the alpha isn’t too far behind, tracking him like a bloodhound. He’s not even trying to hide and that’s the worst part. That fluffy hair speaks for itself, and his unique alpha scent saturates the air, thick and heavy and dominant . It makes Shen Jiu’s chest feel tight, and he neglects to think too hard about it.
In the past weeks, there haven’t been any rogue cultivators chasing after him, looking to capture him to potentially sell on the black market. The quiet is new, and Shen Jiu doesn’t know what to make of it.
He knows it’s all the doing of that kid who he learns is named Luo Binghe. From the robes, he’s most definitely a Bai Zhan peak disciple. He’s seen the boy beating up cultivators, even rich ones from the nearby sect. Doesn’t he have any shame?!
Shen Jiu’s powers are weakening, and, soon, he’ll be on the hunt to find more sustenance. His targets are always men, abusive and cruel, slave owners, and the like, but he hasn’t been able to find any thanks to the intrusive, annoying alpha. At some point, Shen Jiu wonders if the boy is trying to kill him through starvation.
His residence of choice is a cave near a river. It’s cozy, clean, and isolated, far off the beaten road and away from all passersby and prying eyes. He bathes in the river, unable to withstand dirt or grime. Feeling clean makes his situation more bearable.
The rush of the water feels nice against his sore body. He spends his time soaking, listening to the chirping of the birds and the water against the rocks. When he turns to grab his robes, he fights the urge to scream. His old robes have been replaced with a new pristine set, this time made of thick shimmering spider silk. Light green in color, luxurious and expensive, embroidered with bamboo and lotus motifs, complete with a jade hairpin embedded with pearls and pink diamonds cut into plum blossoms. It smells of the alpha because, of course, it does.
His heart, against his wishes, feels all warm and soft and gooey, and it makes him want to throw up in disgust at his weakness. He’s woken up countless times to random gifts in his cave: heat-enchanted blankets, jewelry in the form of elaborate crowns and pins, ornate silk fans, and assorted magical trinkets. With each gift, they’ve become increasingly more complex and expensive. Some of these items' costs are astronomical, and it makes Shen Jiu feel sick. He’s never seen such luxury in his life, never even dreamed of such rare treasures lying haphazardly in his small dingy cave residence.
His once small and barren cave now looks the equivalent of some rich, spoiled brat’s bed quarters.
That damn Luo Binghe! He can’t take it anymore!
Alone for so long, he’s not used to this type of attention, and worst of all, he’s getting used to it. But what happens when the alpha inevitably gets bored and leaves? Shen Jiu cannot allow himself to become weak.
Since childhood, he’s had no one to depend on but himself. He did, once upon a time, and it left him stranded in the slave manor with broken hopes and dreams.
Never again.
The silk robes feel exquisite against his body, unlike the scratchy robes he’s used to. He can’t help but do a little twirl or two, the smallest glimpse of a smile on his lips. No, he doesn’t like them. They’re annoyingly green and the bamboo hurts his eyes. He’s only wearing it because he has nothing else to wear!
“Shizun looks good in those robes,” a smooth male voice calls out from behind him, breaking him from his thoughts.
Shen Jiu tenses but immediately collects himself. He glares at the intruder, already knowing full well who it is. The alpha is finally here, revealing himself in full instead of hiding pathetically behind a tree or building. He’s no longer wearing the crisp white uniform of his peak but is instead dressed darker, in deep reds and blacks. His hair is down, and the red demon mark on his forehead is vibrant against his pale skin.
Shizun? Who’s your Shizun?
His brief look of confusion doesn’t escape Luo Binghe’s piercing gaze. The alpha tilts his head, sleek curls bouncing, and asks, “Do you know who I am?”
Shen Jiu’s response is immediate. “A stalker.”
“Is that all?” Luo Binghe asks, eyes crinkling.
“Infuriating. Stupid-looking hair,” Shen Jiu adds with a sneer.
The alpha dares to laugh. “I’ll continue for you. Handsome. Strong. Big cock.”
Shameless!
At once, Shen Jiu’s face flushes hot crimson. Big cock is the understatement of the century! That thing is a monstrosity—a weapon of mass destruction. He remembers feeling it rut against his body, hard and throbbing and all-around terrifying. His head spins, and he tries to slap the alpha, too flustered to think about anything else, but his movements are sloppy and his wrist is caught in an iron grip. A muscled arm encircles his waist and pulls him close. His face rests against the alpha’s firm, broad chest, both arms trapped and no room to kick.
“Yup, that’s me. Though you can call me Luo Binghe. Nice to meet you,” Luo Binghe purrs.
“Let me go!” Shen Jiu hisses. “Let go!”
The arm on his waist tightens in response. The other plays with his hair, twisting and twirling the long strands.
“I’ll let you go on one condition.”
Shen Jiu feels a headache coming.
“I want a kiss,” Luo Binghe says, pointing to his lips and smiling. “You haven’t had sustenance in a long time, and I have a lot to give. Two birds, one stone. What do you say?”
Shen Jiu can’t believe his ears. Preposterous! Absolutely preposterous!
T-This—This—This brute!!!
***
After revealing himself to the omega, Luo Binghe decides to stay, much to Shen Jiu’s initial outward displeasure. He tries to shoo the alpha away, throwing around insults and harsh words, in futile attempts to get him to leave. The first time, he succeeds, and Luo Binghe takes his leave only to come back a few hours later, carrying supplies and other items he deemed necessary to improve Shen Jiu’s living conditions.
The alpha’s scent clogs up the area, settling deep in his nose, in his pores, in everything. Even his little cave smells like him, especially after the alpha declared that he had nowhere to sleep for the night and had to cuddle with Shen Jiu because it was cold outside.
Luo Binghe is a furnace, and Shen Jiu spends each night nestled in the alpha’s warm but hard chest. It’s suffocating, but also the best sleep he’s gotten in ages. Again, he neglects to think too hard.
When asked why he stays in a cave even though he has the money for an inn, Shen Jiu simply tells him he doesn’t feel safe staying near humans for so long given he’s a huli jing and all. Luo Binghe hums in agreement before nuzzling into Shen Jiu’s neck, causing Shen Jiu to hit him upside the head until the alpha removes himself with a pout.
The alpha always asks for a goodnight kiss, and, with each kiss, Shen Jiu finds himself wanting to go further, though he can never voice it. Embarrassment courses through his veins, and he ignores the wetness dripping down his thighs and his stiff cock. He’s sure Luo Binghe knows. The alpha doesn’t say anything though, thank the heavens.
It’s nice having someone with him. Luo Binghe accompanies him to town, joins him in visits to his jiejies at the brothel, wherever Shen Jiu wants to go. The alpha is all cheery smiles and confident attitudes, but there’s no shortage of fights whenever another alpha gets too close to who Luo Binghe deems to be his omega.
Sometimes they sit on the grass and do nothing but meditate for hours on end. Simply having Luo Binghe next to him has Shen Jiu at ease. He feels safe, protected, cared for. It’s a weird fuzzy feeling, wholly foreign but strangely welcome.
Even so, Shen Jiu has a hard time reading Luo Binghe. A half-human, half-heavenly demon hybrid, possessive and forceful yet kind and gentle all the same. His true intentions are unclear, and whenever Shen Jiu asks why he insists on staying, the alpha smiles and says, “Because I want to be by your side. Isn’t that enough?”
Shen Jiu doesn’t buy it. There’s much untold emotion behind those crimson eyes. For a man of only twenty, Luo Binghe seems much older, none of that bright innocence expected in someone so young. There has to be more to the story, but the alpha doesn’t budge.
Winter is freezing, snow pelting hard, blanketing the land in pure white. The river has frozen over, fish swimming lazily beneath sheets of ice, and the sun is hidden beneath thick clouds. The cold outside does nothing to abate the warmth Shen Jiu feels, lying side by side with the infuriating alpha who refuses to leave his side.
“Baobei…” Luo Binghe says, a strange tone to his voice.
The first time Luo Binghe sprung that nickname on Shen Jiu, he hissed and screamed at him to never call him that ever again. It felt unnatural, but in these past few weeks, he’s gotten used to it.
“Hm?”
“I have some business I have to take care of. I’ll be back soon,” Luo Binghe says to him, rather upset. He hands Shen Jiu a gold bracelet imbued with magic before showing his matching pair. “This is for communication. If anything happens, I’ll be here immediately.”
Luo Binghe leaves not long after, sneaking one last goodbye kiss. He promises to return in a few days so they can go to the nearby fireworks festival.
Pfft. As if Shen Jiu cares about the idiot leaving!
He doesn’t. Not at all. Luo Binghe can leave him alone for all eternity. Please and thank you.
Shen Jiu later finds himself lying in bed, snuggling into dark, silken robes the alpha coincidentally left behind. He brings it to his nose and inhales the strong, masculine scent, a sense of giddiness springing forth in his chest.
***
He curses everything. His secondary gender. His weak heart.
Most of all, he curses Luo Binghe! This is all his fault.
The bumbling idiot hasn’t been back in a week!
A whole seven days. One hundred sixty-eight hours. Over ten thousand minutes.
He’s not keeping track or anything, but it’s been far too long! By now, Luo Binghe’s scent has all but dissipated, leaving Shen Jiu cold, alone, and unprotected.
He can’t even regulate his qi anymore, his fox ears and mass of fluffy tails making their reappearance. Every small sound has his ears twitching, and his tails sprawl themselves out, falling past the edges of the bed.
Hot. His body feels so hot. Sweat beads at his temples, lashes wet and nose red.
At first, Shen Jiu believed himself to be sick, feverish from overloading himself with Luo Binghe’s spiritual energy. But now, he’s aware of the constant wetness in between his thighs, dripping and making a mess below. Dressed in only sheer silken robes, he’s practically exposed and the wet spot on the bed is only expanding.
Each slight movement sends friction across his chest, nipples hard and peaking out through the single layer of almost sheer fabric. His cock is stiff, but Shen Jiu refuses to entertain the notion of touching himself.
He’s not stupid. This isn’t any simple sickness that will go away on its own. As much as he wants to deny it, he’s in heat.
That stupid Luo Binghe triggered his heat! And now he’s going off doing whatever, leaving Shen Jiu alone and wanting . By gods, he wants Luo Binghe here with him right now, wants to rest his head in the alpha’s muscled chest, wants to feel those soft lips against his.
He’s never been in heat before, never had the chance to given his weaker constitution and overloading of poisonous herbs designed to quell omegan desire and snuff out estrous cycles. Now, he’s paying for it. His core, unstable as always, is on the brink of deviation. He can feel the pressure building inside him, threatening to spill out and destroy all in its wake. A tsunami of emotions overtakes him, and Shen Jiu bites back the tears forming in his eyes.
The golden bracelet lays untouched on the wooden bedstand.
***
The scent of alpha floods the room, breaking Shen Jiu out of his stupor. He keeps his eyes wired shut, unable to face Luo Binghe, who’s slowly making his way into the cave, careful footsteps reverberating against the stone walls.
“Baobei, why didn’t you call me earlier?”
Shen Jiu can’t help but gasp when he feels a cool hand on his forehead, sending streams of calming spiritual energy. It feels good against his feverish skin and his crackling core, but the anger brewing in his chest only grows. How dare he say such a stupid thing! Why didn’t he come back sooner?!
Stupid, lying asshole! Leading him on, saying he’ll be back in a few days, only to return after a whole week and a half!
“Ngn… No need,” he bites out. “Don’t need you here.”
“You’re in heat and nearing a qi deviation.” The bed dips.
“I’m fine.” Shen Jiu turns to his side, opposite Luo Binghe. “Tired. Go away.”
A deep chuckle sends shockwaves up his spine, and he feels his slick thighs grow even wetter. He’s mortified, shame building in the back of his throat. One of his tails tries to push Luo Binghe off the bed and the others move to cocoon himself, hiding from the alpha’s prying eyes.
“I’m here now. I won’t leave you again.”
“Liar,” Shen Jiu whispers, voice muffled. “I don’t believe you. That’s what they all say.”
The next few minutes are blanketed in suffocating silence. He can hear the water droplets dripping in the corner of the cave, and each breath from the alpha is like gunshots to his ears. His erratic heart thumps fast and hard against his chest and his body trembles uncontrollably. He’s so close to the alpha, can practically taste him, but, regardless of his feverish body, he feels his blood grow cold, frozen in his veins.
Is Luo Binghe planning on just sitting there, leaving Shen Jiu to suffer all by himself?!
“You—!”
“Me?”
“If you’re not going to do anything, then leave!”
“Do you want me to…?”
Why is he hesitating?! What kind of alpha is he?! Idiot! Moron! Buffoon! Shen Jiu fumes.
Does he have to be the one to make the first move? He’s sure Luo Binghe desires him, and the heady scent of alpha arousal is almost overbearing. What happened to his confident and overly cocky attitude?!
Shen Jiu pulls off his robes, letting them slide off his body before spreading his legs wide open, presenting himself in full to the alpha. The cold air hits hard, and he bites back a moan. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”
He can’t bring himself to meet Luo Binghe’s eyes or even look in his direction. His pale skin is flushed pink, and his ears burn with embarrassment.
“I don’t want to injure you,” Luo Binghe says gently, slotting himself in between Shen Jiu’s thighs. He’s about to say something else when Shen Jiu forcefully drags him by the lapel and kisses him. Shocked at first, he recovers quickly and wraps his arm around Shen Jiu's slim waist, pulling him closer as he deepens the kiss and slides his fingers into dark silken locks.
Shen Jiu is the first to break away, panting softly. Pressed chest to chest, smothered in the alpha's strong, domineering scent, he says, “You won’t. I can take it.”
Even so, Luo Binghe stays hesitant. He stares at Shen Jiu’s exposed body, crimson eyes unreadable as he traces the small, stiff cock and pink puckered hole.
When Shen Jiu hisses his impatience, ears flickering and tails twitching, Luo Binghe pulls Shen Jiu into another kiss whilst pressing a gentle finger at the rim, rubbing in small, soothing circles, causing even more slick to drip out, wetting the bedsheets further. Shen Jiu melts into the touch, a flurry of gasps leaving his lips, turning into needy whines when Luo Binghe pushes his first finger in, testing the waters, before adding a second and then a third.
In a poor attempt to stop himself from crying out further, Shen Jiu bites his lips red and raw, his head dizzy from the alpha flooding his nose. It feels strange but good, and he finds himself wanting more. He pushes himself onto those thick calloused fingers, and nearly cries when a certain angle has him seeing stars. A hand pinches one nipple and a hot tongue rolls on the other, nipping and sucking.
Losing all inhibition, Shen Jiu bucks his hips, chasing the high of those slick fingers fucking in and out of him. The pressure builds, a simmering heat brought to a roaring flame as Luo Binghe quickens his thrusts. Wet squelching noises fill the cave as Shen Jiu's eyes roll back and pink petal lips part in anticipation.
He can feel it. He’s close! So close! Almost—
Luo Binghe smiles and removes his fingers.
His hole flutters at the missing warmth, and a whine springs forth from his chest. “Binghe!”
“Calm down, baobei,” Luo Binghe says, amused, as he removes his robes and sets them aside. Bare chest exposed and strong muscles glistening, he’s every omega’s wet dream. His cock hangs hard and heavy between his thighs, and the sight of it has Shen Jiu licking his lips.
Luo Binghe is on him again. He presses the head of his cock to Shen Jiu’s loosened hole dripping with slick and slowly pushes in.
The alpha’s cock is bigger than even three of his fingers, and the stretch burns, almost unbearable.
“Ah!” Shen Jiu whines, immediately trying to twist away.
His mind clears for a moment. It’s too big! If he takes that thing he’s going to die! But, Luo Binghe isn’t willing to take no for an answer.
“You can take it, baobei,” Luo Binghe purrs, eyes dark with lust. “I know you can.”
He tries to wiggle away from Luo Binghe’s grasp but to no avail. He’s pushed down on the bed, arms pinned down on either side of his body.
Luo Binghe slowly pushes himself in, and Shen Jiu fights the tears springing forth in his eyes. He looks down at where they’re connected and nearly faints from the sight.
“Do you trust me?” the alpha asks, wiping away the tears building in the corner of his eyes.
Shen Jiu gives a nod. He does trust Luo Binghe, even if there’s a part of him that’s still unsure.
“Relax… Yes, like that. It’ll be good soon.”
And he’s right. The initial burn soon melts away, leaving only pleasant soreness and sweet, building pressure.
Starting slow and picking up pace, Luo Binghe fucks him, stretching him out to the brim. Each thrust reaches depths he’s never thought possible, pressing deep, reverberating against his core.
He feels so full. So warm.
Soft lips overtakes his, stealing his breath away, and Shen Jiu moans, back arching, when Luo Binghe hits the spot inside him, crackling with electricity. His vision blanks out, and he sees stars.
Luo Binghe’s cock is so thick and so long, Shen Jiu can practically feel it in his throat. His hands skilled as they move across his body, tracing the crevices, pinching his stiff pink nipples, and kneading his ass until pleasantly red.
“You’re doing so good for me,” Luo Binghe purrs, pressing kisses to the side of Shen Jiu’s neck, tracing his tongue on the pristine scent gland.
The omega in him preens at the compliment, and he runs his hands through Luo Binghe’s silken, curled locks which turns to clawing at his strong back when the alpha picks up his pace, drilling deep and fast.
He lets loose, screaming and gasping and moaning the alpha’s name over and over. Focused only on the cock sheathed hot inside him and the warmth flooding his core, he doesn’t know how many times he’s come nor how long Luo Binghe has been inside him. His thighs tremble from being spread open and his hair sticks to his face, drenched in sweat. The world around him slips from his grasp, his only focus on the alpha. His alpha.
Luo Binghe’s movements grow frantic, and Shen Jiu loses himself to the feeling of blinding pleasure. He hears the alpha growl, a gasp leaving his lips when his raw insides are flooded with hot seed. The alpha’s knot grows inside him, stretching him further, and he feels so alarmingly full.
“Bite me,” Shen Jiu says, dazed. “ Alpha.”
He screams when fangs pierce his neck before sinking to pleasant and welcome unconsciousness.
***
The rest of his heat is spent in a daze. Shen Jiu is barely lucid and when he is, he makes sure he has Luo Binghe’s cock buried deep inside him.
When his fever finally breaks through and his brain isn’t a pile of mush anymore, he sees Luo Binghe, fully dressed, by the edge of the bed. He seems stunned that Shen Jiu is awake.
“Where are you going?” Shen Jiu demands. His throat hurts but that’s nothing compared to the panic building in his chest.
“Out,” Luo Binghe replies. “I need to get us some supplies since we’re running low. I’ll be back.”
“No. Stay,” Shen Jiu says, tugging at his sleeves. Desperation bleeds in his voice. “Don’t go. Please.”
In the dim light, crimson eyes soften. The alpha lays himself back in bed, gathering Shen Jiu in his arms, “As you wish, baobei.”
***
Luo Binghe has to say, he never expected this sudden turn of events.
He had plans. Ones that involved seducing his Shizun over the long term, trying out a different tactic than what he’s been used to. Shen Jiu isn’t like his other thousands of wives, though in this world he has none.
No, Shen Jiu is going to be Luo Binghe’s only wife, the love of his life and forever partner.
Never in his wildest dreams did he think that Shen Jiu would fall for him so easily, begging to be fucked, knotted, and mated. But he can’t exactly complain, not when he has Shen Jiu nuzzling into his chest, purrs pouring out of his swollen lips.
He had been expecting it to be much much harder to convince Shen Jiu to be with him. Instead, he found that beneath the feisty exterior was an omega craving love and warmth.
Before his seal had broken, Luo Binghe resigned himself to a normal human life. He would live and die as a cultivator. Nothing too exciting, but it was all fine and dandy with him. His old life brought him no satisfaction, only a sense of foreboding emptiness that couldn’t be quelled regardless of the treasures he acquired or the women he slept with.
Then came his Shizun, and now Luo Binghe has his powers unsealed and a feisty, spoiled omega to impress.
Conquering the demon realm had been a piece of cake, even without Xin Mo. He had the experience to back himself up, decades of mastery over his powers and knowledge of every demon clan, strengths noted and weaknesses exposed. The few uprisings here and there fizzle out as soon as they start.
He hadn’t planned on spending so long away from his omega, but he wanted to ensure that the preparations were settled in full. The demon realm belonged to him. Though he’s emperor once more, this time it’ll be different. He’ll have someone by his side.
“You will be my empress, Shizun,” Luo Binghe whispers. “We will rule the world together.”