SQH was sent by the elders to MBJ’s domain. He did not have what they deemed a desirable smell, tho. So, they sprayed him in perfume meant to attract alphas. When he was shoved in the room, MBJ found him incredibly attractive.
However,
When he took off SQH’s robes, that smell hit his nose and he nearly threw up. “This isn’t what you smell like. It’s artificial.”
“No—no my lord!!” SQH denied. MBJ threw him in a tub, jumping in after him. He smelled the arousing aroma of the omega clearly then.
“This is your lusting smell. It’s perfect.”
SQH was forced on all fours in the bath as MBJ fucked him from behind. The water sloshed around them, but SQH didn’t care at how wet the ground got. He himself was slick inside, and MBJ said as much.
“Soaking just for me,”
MBJ rumbled low in his ear. His little omega came at his words, tightening like a vice around his cock.
“Would you like my seed?”
“Douse me in it, my lord!!”
MBJ and SQH ruled together as a family.
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SQH wore nipple pasties, stupidly thinking they could stop him from leaking for a few hours. However, he began to wet his clothes right when he got to his meeting.
MBJ watched the front slowly become sticky and smell of sweet milk. He made everyone
Leave, then brought SQH to his throne.
“Take off your robes.”
“M-my king!”
MBJ ripped them off, and saw the situation. His mouth watered as he leaned down and ripped one off w his teeth. His nipple gushed w warm liquid. MBJ inhaled his breast before sucking.
“Why are you leaking like this?”
“Because we—you—I’m pregnant.”
MBJ stopped sucking. His canines tingled as he wanted to mark him then and there. “How?”
“We had sex, my king!” MBJ knew how, he just enjoyed seeing the way his face turned into the shade of a tomato.
SQH lost his memory of his marriage to MBJ, only remembering his time as an An Ding disciple. He threw his hands over his head as MBJ was about to pat it. MBJ felt a spear go through his heart at the sight. He knew how brutal he was to the cultivator
Before he knew how to court properly. SQH looked terrified of him. That made his chest hurt the most.
“Qinghua, my love,” he tried.
“YOUR LOVE?! My king, are you okay?”
He no longer called him the sweet nickname, Beibei. MBJ wanted to reach out and hold him
In his arms, kiss his face all over. However, he couldn’t manage to do either as SQH was already walking away, trying to distance himself so he wouldn’t get smacked.
“Fetch my night clothes,” he demanded, slipping into his old role of master and servant. He despised it.
MBJ was drunk on his wedding day. He was being forced into marriage by his family. He had no choice. He wanted to just be alone the rest of his life, but fate would not let him be. His bride stepped in, and she smelled wonderful.
MBJ pulled
Back the veil, more like yanking it off petulantly and she flinched. However, MBJ noticed one v important thing: his bride was actually a groom.
A v pretty and handsome groom. MBJ leaned in, his breath making his partner’s nose wrinkle, squishing the freckles
There. MBJ traced them w his nail. The man’s breath hitched.
“Husband? What are you doing?”
“So pretty,” MBJ slurred. He slumped over on him. SQH squeaked and helped him out of the room.
He laid him on the couch, falling on top by accident. MBJ roused and
SQH special ordered a nude figurine of MBJ. He jerked off to it a LOT. Sometimes he’d even get cum on it, leaving it there bc for some reason it turned him on.
MBJ transmigrated when SQH was right in the middle of holding it
And jerking off. He snatched it out of his hands, and SQH screeched.
“Wait wait wait!!” MBJ froze and broke it. SQH began to tear up, embarrassment and fear mixing up till they overwhelmed him.
“You have the real thing, why are you crying like that?”
“What are you—“
MBJ grabbed him up and threw him on the bed. He took off his own pants and turned around, sucking on SQH’s cock. SQH hastily engulfed MBJ’s in his own mouth, moaning and hitching his breath when MBJ twirled his tongue in certain ways.
Omegas, when fertile, would have reverse knots where their hole would expand and lock an alpha into place after coming. Their muscles would naturally squeeze and shift, pulling their cocks in as much as possible.
MBJ didn’t expect this when he
Took SQH for the first time. They had both been on a war campaign for months, and MBJ had been teased by him relentlessly. SQH wanted MBJ to fuck him, to mark him, do anything really.
MBJ was a stubborn alpha, tho. It finally happened when SQH had been pretending to
Flirt w another demon. MBJ killed them, and dragged SQH back to their tent. They had been sharing a bed all that time, MBJ fingering him open at night and SQH sloppily jerking him off.
MBJ’s soulmate was reborn, but he was too late to meet him. He found SQH as a withered old man in a nursing home, peacefully reading a book. He visited him everyday, telling him he had a relative who lived here too. But it felt like SQH knew MBJ
Was just here for him.
“If I was 40 years younger, you’d def be the first one I’d want to date!” SQH joked. MBJ smiled, but the pain he felt was too real.
“Maybe I can be w you now.”
SQH had a thoughtful look in his eyes. “No. It’s too late now. But pls stay.
Your company is always nice.”
SQH didn’t ask him about his dating life, since he’d get too jealous. He didn’t ask MBJ why he still visited even if their time was up. All he did was enjoy what he did have w his love.
SQH passed away on a sunny afternoon. MBJ walked into the