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.
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
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
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.
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?”
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
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.
SQH followed the blood trail leading up the mountain to a cave. He had been hunting this alpha for a few days now, and it seemed one of his traps finally caught him.
“Come out, alpha,” SQH taunted. He heard some growling inside and smiled.
None would claim him unless they were worthy. It seemed even this extremely handsome one was a disappointment. SQH stepped inside and lit a torch on the wall. There was no one here, yet the blood stopped just at the entrance. SQH felt the hairs on his neck stand as
SQH and MBJ go w SQQ and LBH to the beach. It’s a little cooler so MBJ doesn’t absolutely melt into the sand. He sees SQH strip down, and nearly takes him back to the caves just to fuck him. However, SQH jumps into the water and beckons MBJ in.
MBJ takes off his typical robes and SQH nearly drowns seeing him wearing almost nothing.
“You—you—you can’t wear that!!” He complains. MBJ picks him up like a bride.
“Why not?”
“Ppl will see you!!”
“But we are the only ones here. And they have no interest in us.”
“Arch your back, Qinghua,” MBJ said behind him. He was trying to make SQH bend to him. He could feel his muscles flutter around his cock as he slowly adjusted. That extra tension had him practically drooling.
“Beibei, is this—ah! Really necessary?”
MBJ slapped his ass. SQH squealed. “Yes. If you want to be good enough.”
SQH had told him he wanted to get better at sex so he could feel confident about asking someone out. MBJ didn’t know who it was, only that they were the luckiest bastard alive and MBJ honestly planned
SQH worked at MBJ’s palace as a maid. He had the same tat as MBJ’s mark, making him technically his. But he had no desire to be taken by some demon. SQH figured the best way to prevent ever sleeping w him was by hiding in plain sight. MBJ
issued a hunt for his womb maiden and it had lasted months. MBJ was desperate for an heir, but nobody matched his description. That is, until MBJ caught SQH bathing in the pool. The lord had been making his way down when he heard a splash. Standing there was his most treasured
The peak lords hated SQH. They thought LBH was the worst thing that could happen to their peak till they met MBJ. He would claim SQH every chance he got, and he was too powerful for them to say anything. SQH would be a spiraling mess.
The worst offense was when MBJ decided to make SQH sit in his lap during their meeting.
SQH didn’t expect MBJ to just show up like that, but when he got horny he became insistent. MBJ was already in his assigned place when SQH walked in. He patted his lap and SQH sighed, moving
SQH masturbated in his room. His panting echoed in the space, making it seem like he was alone. What he didn’t realize was that MBJ was outside his door, listening to the wet sounds of his roommate fucking his own fingers and moaning his name.
MBJ slammed open the door and walked in. SQH stopped, hand still halfway inside his wet cunt.
“You’ve been fucking yourself w my name on your tongue,” he growled. SQH’s lower lip shook in fear, but MBJ could see his hand start to move again, turned on by his words. “I want to
SQH was expected to wear a maid outfit on weekends. MBJ wanted easy access to him whenever he felt like fucking him.
SQH was dusting something, bent over, when he felt a hand pull out his plug and a dick slide in. The squelch from it hit his
Ears, making him tremble. MBJ grabbed his hips and fucked into him, ramming his cock in. SQH gasped and moaned, holding onto his own knees for support as his husband used his body as he wanted. He felt him lean, hitting his prostate.
“You’re mine to use whenever, my little maid,
SQH sat in MBJ’s lap, enjoying his lips brush against his neck. He had just finished his last page and was relaxing in his husband’s hold. SQH felt his cock poke into him and began to grind down on it, arching his back to entice MBJ.
As he
Predicted, he was swept up in a bridal carry, and taken to the bed. MBJ tossed him and SQH giggled, turning around to ogle the tent in MBJ’s pants. He fingered it, then mouthed the outline. MBJ dragged a clawed hand through his scalp, pulled out his cock, and yanked SQH. SQH
SQH was in a coma. His body laid in MBJ’s bed as he waited for his meridians to heal. He had been struck by a large blast of spiritual energy that had nearly taken his life. Now he laid there, looking barely alive.
MBJ stared at his face for weeks. He
Looked so peaceful. MBJ was so pent up. They used to fuck nearly everyday, and now he was just jerking off to get any relief. It wasn’t enough. MBJ pulled back the covers on SQH’s body. He looked him up and down, then made his decision. He pulled off his own pants and SQH’s.
MBJ traveled to SQH’s location when he heard him cry out for him. When he arrived, there was no sign of danger, just an empty field. He walked around till he heard someone’s voice. He stealthily moved towards the sound. MBJ didn’t expect the sight he saw.
SQH was laying in the grass, pants off, fingering himself. His back arched as he tried to find a good spot.
“Dawang~” he said w a purr. It was like he could sense MBJ’s presence. “I need you.” MBJ couldn’t help himself. He revealed himself and SQH’s eyes lit up, his cock
SQH was filled w dread as he packed his things. He was pregnant. And the father was the demon lord, MBJ. Surely MBJ would demand he give up the child or… SQH shuddered at an even worse possibility. He slung his pack over his shoulder and ran from the
Castle. He did feel bad. After all, MBJ had treated him quite well. But rumors told a different story. Demons all over said that MBJ would only accept pure-blooded heirs. SQH was a peak lord, a human. He caressed his stomach and continued through the dark forest.
The sounds of slurping were heard echoing in the halls. MBJ wandered around, looking for the source of the noise. What he saw almost made him fall to his knees. It was him, an identical version that is, w SQH’s legs wrapped around his head as he licked
his pussy. He watched SQH’s jaw fall open as he was eaten out thoroughly. MBJ walked around and saw himself lift his head from the wetness, licking his lips w a dazed look on his face. SQH pushed his head back down.
“More, Mobei!” He begged. MBJ tilted his head and licked a
SQH was tossed out into the forest when his parents discovered his second gender. He was alone, naked, and in heat. He wasn’t safe anywhere so he just decided to pick a cave and stay there. The blistering cold should’ve frozen him but he was already in the
Midst of his heat and his body was actually sweating. He tried to finger himself but it wasn’t good enough. He needed more. His eyes flitted around till he found a rock that looked pretty big. Already on the brink of death, SQH didn’t care if his last moments were of searing
SQH went down to wash his clothes in the dorm’s laundromat. He dug inside the dryer but got stuck. MBJ spotted a pert ass just wiggling in the air. He squeezed a cheek and heard someone squeak. Cute.
“Can you help me?” SQH asked. MBJ instead slid down
His waist band and bit a cheek. SQH slammed his head against the top and whined, holding his bruised noggin.
“Stop! Wait!” He tried. MBJ pulled his cock out.
“Qinghua,” MBJ rumbled. SQH stilled. MBJ guided his cock between his ass cheeks, just sliding it up and down.
“Mobei?!”
