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◈ Chapter 1: Index
◈ Chapter 2: Shen Yuan | Qingqiu ties up and rapes Liu Mingyan
◈ Chapter 3: Liu Qingge noncons sleeping Shen Yuan | Qingqiu
◈ Chapter 4: Shen Yuan | Qingqiu thinks he's only sleeping with Liu Qingge, he's not (Yue Qingyuan, Luo Binghe and others [peak lords] mentioned)
◈ Chapter 5: Zhuzhi-Lang hypnotises and rapes Shen Yuan | Qingqiu
◈ Chapter 6: Ning Yingying blackmails Qin Wanyue into eating her out
◈ Chapter 7: Liu Mingyan and Liu Qingge get hit with sex pollen, she takes charge
◈ Chapter 8: Alt/Unv Shen Jiu never left Wu Yanzi and runs into the demon emperor Luo Binghe during a raid

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Shen Qingqiu stares down at Liu Mingyan hungrily. He knows Luo Binghe will kill him one day, no matter what he does that boy continues to build his resentment, so he's decided to make the best of his time in this world while he can. Making the best of it means doing things he never could have done in his other life, for example: tying a girl up, gagging her, and fucking her until she can't cry anymore. That's why he set this trap and that Liu Mingyan fell into it was just good luck. He wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

His horse, so to speak, was currently glaring at him defiantly, her arms and legs crisscrossed with immortal binding cables and her clothing torn. Not enough, but enough to give him a glimpse at the porcelain skin of the young woman.

Shen Qingqiu lifts the sword between them, and above the veil her eyes widen.

"You won’t be needing this," he is precise in his cuts, slicing her clothes until they slip down showing him more of what he's here to see. Her body is perfect, the swell of her breast round and plump, her stomach smooth and between her legs - he sees as he uses the tip of his sword to shift the material aside, is a smooth pussy. Shen Qingqiu thanks Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky for how little he'd known about women because he knew every single pussy in this novel was going to be just as sweet looking and hairless.

Liu Mingyan makes a noise behind her veil, and Shen Qingqiu makes the final cut, slicing her check a little before the material falls away.

Liu Mingyan is a beauty, truly unparalleled, the kind of face you saw on a movie screen but never laying powerless and bound before you. This really was his best life. If he dies tomorrow after having fucked this girl he doesn’t think he'd have any regrets. That said he knows how the plot works, so he quickly pulls his cock out and gets between the resisting thighs, pushing them apart just a little more to get his hips flush to that pretty warm pussy. She continues to struggle, but without her cultivation what’s the point? Shen Qingqiu doesn’t worry about correcting her, instead he holds her hips in place, lines himself up and fucks into her as hard as he can.

Below him she screams but he’s too busy enjoying the exquisite squeeze of her virgin cunt. He groans into her hair, presses his open mouth against her eyebrow, pulls out and fucks in again with a violent snap of his hips. She shakes under him, quivering deliciously as he ploughs her like the whore she'll become. He’s relentless in his pursuit of release, bruising her thighs with the strength of his attack as he saws in and out of her tight clench.

"When he fucks you," Shen Qingqiu bites her ear, blood on his tongue, "he's going to be fucking used goods."

He tastes her tears when he licks up her check, and excitedly pulls back to see them. He hadn't thought she'd cry, but her eyes sparkle like red crystals up at him, rivers of liquid down her checks, her nose snotty and Shen Qingqiu hadn't thought that was his kind of thing, but the sight of her completely destroyed under his brute force, unable to fend him off with the ropes binding her cultivation and body in place jolts in his stomach and cock and before he knows it he’s coming straight into her cunt, gripping her thighs to keep her locked to him as each jolt of his orgasm is wrung out of him.

When he pulls out he sits back and watches as come and blood slowly leak out of her clenching battered pussy and to his surprise his cock began to harden again.

"Cultivation novels really are a miracle," he explains to the sobbing girl as he climbs back onto her to do it all again.

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Liu Qingge storms into the bamboo hut expecting a fight, he's prepared for a fight. What he doesn't expect is to find Shen Qingqiu laid out unconscious on his bed. It's a surprise but it shouldn't be. Shen Qingqiu has recently been poisoned by those invading demon scum, of course he's sleeping. Still Liu Qingge came here ready to argue, it's what he and Shen Qingqiu have done since they first butted heads on the peaks so his amped up with no outlet. Instead he stares at the sprawled man feeling a sense of disquiet.

Shen Qingqiu is usually pristine, Liu Qingge has seen him sleeping during night hunts and other missions so it's not a foreign sight, but Shen Qingqiu right now is laid out on his stomach, legs bent and spread in different directions, hair still pinned but otherwise a knotted mess and his robes going every which way. Liu Qingge can see his calves right now, or at least one of them. It's positively indecent.

"Hey," he pokes Shen Qingqiu to wake him. "You can't sleep like that," he tries again to no response.

He should leave. Instead he pokes Shen Qingqiu again, then again harder. It's a surprise, Shen Qingqiu has always been a light sleeper and Liu Qingge has never seen him so unaware.

"Hey," he says lower, crouching next to the bed. He pokes Shen Qingqiu's face this time, right in the soft flesh of his cheek and when Shen Qingqiu doesn't react he does something he's never done before, he touches Shen Qingqiu's face. It's a careful touch at first, just one finger tracing along his high cheek bone, but with each non-response Liu Qingge becomes bolder and before he's really sure what he's doing his whole hand is cupping that sleeping face. Shen Qingqiu is feverish under his touch, soft in a way he never is when awake, pliant. Liu Qingge has never been more fascinated by him.

It's like another padlock unlocked, just like the time in the caves, and Liu Qingge feels himself softening further for this man. He wonders how much softer he'll become if it continues. How weak Shen Qingqiu will make him if Liu Qingge keeps seeing these helpless sides to him.

Absently his thumb slips into the warm cavern of Shen Qingqiu's mouth, just the pad, but the warm wetness is curious and Shen Qingqiu is asleep so Liu Qingge pushes in further. He hadn't meant to do this, sure he'd been touching Shen Qingqiu's skin, his lips, but he wouldn't have done this if it wasn't by accident. Still, the line has been crossed and if Shen Qingqiu woke up now he'd have to explain it anyway, so he moves his thumb around curiously. Shen Qingqiu's insides are softer still than he expected, his teeth like hard porcelain, but the rest of him is giving and pliant under Liu Qingge's prodding digit. But his thumb is too small it can't feel all of it at once so without thought Liu Qingge pushes two more fingers between those open lips then explores deeper. Shen Qingqiu chokes when he pushes too far, and Liu Qingge pulls his fingers out like he's been burned watching with breath held for the slightest flutter of wakefulness from Shen Qingqiu but he doesn't wake. Shen Qingqiu settles back down as if even choking can't wake him up.

It's this that sets Liu Qingge into a frenzy. This moment where he realises he could do anything to the sleeping man, anything at all and he wouldn't even wake up. Liu Qingge is on fire when he forces four fingers into Shen Qingqiu's mouth at once just to see those sharp lips stretch around them, just to push that elegant head back and twist him further out of shape. He pulls them out and then pushes them back in, feeling the tongue under pads of his finger, the back of Shen Qingqiu's throat at this finger tips, feeling the drip of saliva as Shen Qingqiu's body tries to adjust.

Somehow Liu Qingge gets hard in the process. He's not even sure how. But he looks down at himself and his cock is straining against his robes like maybe he's been hard for a while. He's not sure what to do with the sudden change in his situation. Usually to get hard he has to work himself for an hour or two, but he's only been in the bamboo hut for a quarter of that. It's as surprising as it is concerning, but once he's aware of his bodies state he looks down at the peak lord blissfully sleeping through the fingers ravaging his mouth and an idea comes to him.

It's not dignified, or proper, but Liu Qingge looks at the slobber coating his hands and the man sprawled out with his legs akimbo and he knows that had been left behind when he decided to stay.

Back when he shared rooms with the other boys he saw the kinds of things they did to each other. He knows the basic mechanics of where his dick goes in another man and how to do it, but he thinks maybe that's too far not because he doesn't want to, but because Shen Qingqiu might wake up at last and there would be no way to move fast enough to hide the evidence that it was him, or any chance Shen Qingqiu wouldn't know it had been done to him. Liu Qingge had also, of course, seen the hobble his classmates had walked with after those nights, until their cultivation had improved their healing at least. Still Shen Qingqiu's mouth is gaping wide, and Liu Qingge thinks maybe Shen Qingqiu won’t notice if he takes that liberty.

Carefully Liu Qingge pulls his fingers out of that warm cave and using his clean hand he pulls his robes aside and pushes his pants far enough to expose himself. Shen Qingqiu's mouth is open in an 'o' shape where Liu Qingge has left it, his lips look stretched and bruised and Liu Qingge has never wanted anyone as much as he wants Shen Qingqiu so very carefully he dips the tip of his cock into that waiting mouth. Then when Shen Qingqiu doesn't so much as frown Liu Qingge does it again. Within seconds he's got a rhythm, just the tip sliding in onto that hot tongue and back out, eyes fixed on Shen Qingqiu's face looking for the slightest hint that he'll wake up.

The door is unlocked, Liu Qingge realises, but nothing, not even the fear of someone walking in and seeing his actions can stop him from continuing. It does however remind him that he can't spend too long here. Shen Qingqiu's students may check on him, Mu Qingfang may come by, or worse Yue Qingyuan. It's not enough for him to stop, but it's enough for him to hurry and in his haste he slips in further. The fit of Shen Qingqiu's mouth around his cock is exhilarating and the snug catch of it as Liu Qingge goes deeper is enough to spur him on to more reckless behaviour. He pushes as far as he can until Shen Qingqiu chokes around him then pulls back, keeping himself in that perfect hole until Shen Qingqiu's breathing calms down, then he does it again. Each time he plunges in Shen Qingqiu chokes a little, but by the tenth push Shen Qingqiu's cultivation has adjusted to the intrusion and Liu Qingge is panting and desperate and so close to release that it could be enough just this much. Except he wants to know how far he can push, how deep he can lodge himself in Shen Qingqiu's uptight throat, if it would be tighter, better, if it would wake Shen Qingqiu up at last.

There's no conscious decision when he grabs the man’s ears and pushes in as hard as he can, he's not thinking with anything but his primal desires to take and fuck and leave his mark. So he doesn't think about Shen Qingqiu's comfort, or if he'll feel it when he wakes up. He doesn't even think about if it will wake up the peak lord. All that matters and he presses hard against that tight ring of muscles and bullies his way inside, is the way he can feel Shen Qingqiu, the way that Shen Qingqiu just takes him like he belongs there snug in that throat.

it's not even until Shen Qingqiu's body begins to jerk spasmodically that Liu Qingge remembers that Shen Qingqiu needs to breath and he pulls himself back out long enough to let his friend's body recover and then jams back in as deep as he can, punching his hips forward until the base of his cock disappears around those straining lips. When Shen Qingqiu's body jerks again Liu Qingge rides out the clenching pulse of his desperate throat, rides out Shen Qingqiu's fight to survive, and spills himself into the depths of him. He pulls back only for a fraction of a second to let Shen Qingqiu suck in a breath and then pushes back into the space he's carved out for himself to let that desperate throat milk him of the last of his pleasure.

Eventually the high of sex wears away enough for him to settle the meat of his cock on Shen Qingqiu's tongue so they can both catch their breath. As he breathes Liu Qingge stares at the still sleeping Shen Qingqiu wondering what it would take to actually wake him up, what he could get away with right now if he just turned back around and locked the door. But then there's a gentle knock on the door and a timid boys voice saying he's entering.

"Wait," Liu Qingge snaps. There's no mess to clean up, only sweat and some drool, so Liu Qingge puts himself away and neatens his robes before pulling the light blanket at the end of the bed over his fellow peak lord. He does it quickly, but when he opens the door the boy Shen Qingqiu had saved on the other side is glaring suspiciously at him. "He's sleeping," Liu Qingge snaps, "he shouldn't be disturbed."

"Then what were you doing in there?" The boy has the audacity to demand.

Liu Qingge folds his arms and glares right back at him and tells the first lie of his life, just in case, just in case, "I detected malicious energy and came to check on him, but whatever it was was long gone."

The suspicion is replaced in the boy’s eyes by worry and he tries to look around Liu Qingge at his master. Liu Qingge blocks the way.

"There's no-one here anymore, let him rest. Do not disturb your master." He steps out and shuts the door behind him then waits until the boy has picked up the tray of food and turned down a different path. He thinks about setting up camp at the door, suspicious that the boy will return shortly, but the action would be uncharacteristic so Liu Qingge returns to his peak as if nothing ever happened.

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It was late at night and dark in Shen Qingqiu's bamboo hut, but he wasn't asleep and neither was the man fucking into him with a relentless rhythm. Liu Qingge had been fucking him for what felt like hours, tireless and determined and forceful as he drove his cock in and out of Shen Qingqiu's sore hole. Shen Qingqiu panted and puffed, the breaths punched out of him with each hard shove of Liu Qingge's brute force. It felt delicious, the kind of sex Shen Qingqiu wished he'd been able to have in his past life, though perhaps a little gentler, but what could he expect from the War God of Bai Zhan. Liu Qingge was short of words but never with action. Once they had started fucking Liu Qingge had proved himself equal to the novel he was written into and Shen Qingqiu could barely hold on for the ride as he was fucked within an inch of his life.

"Gentler," he insisted, and Liu Qingge raised a hand to reach back and slap his ass. Shen Qingqiu's muscles tightened up around the cock fucking him in response, squeezing the penetrating organ in a way that made Liu Qingge groan loudly, and then with three uneven pushes Shen Qingqiu felt Liu Qingge release inside him. The groan in his ear was guttural and lower than the man ever spoke. Impatiently Shen Qingqiu rolled his hips, his legs were folded back over his body, his heels resting behind Liu Qingge's neck, but he still had the manoeuvrability to shift his hips and fuck himself on the cock softening inside him. It was a desperate move, a hopeless one, but he chased his release desperately until Liu Qingge pulled back abruptly breaking Shen Qingqiu's ankle hold. He sat back and Shen Qingqiu's legs dropped to splay out across the bed, and then with no regard for Shen Qingqiu's desperation pulled himself out. There was a flood of liquid, Liu Qingge's come drooling out of Shen Qingqiu's hole, and then Liu Qingge stood up.

"Liu-shidi," Shen Qingqiu begged and it was dark but he felt the shadow of his lover hesitate, but then he pulled his clothes back on in a rush.

"I'll need to catch my breath," Liu Qingge said, but barely sounded out of breath despite the exercise he'd just done. Shen Qingqiu sighed and lay back to wait. Liu Qingge was always like this, always needing to collect himself after the first orgasm, but he had another in him, sometimes multiple so Shen Qingqiu threw his arm over his eyes and used the other hand to jack himself off and keep himself interested while he waited out Liu Qingge's breather.

"Don't leave me for long Liu-shidi," Shen Qingqiu ordered and again the shadow of a figure paused at the door, hesitating, but still he walked through. Shen Qingqiu felt dejected, laying back and waiting out the man. Fortunately it never took Liu Qingge long to recover and return so Shen Qingqiu wasn't left on his own for long before the shadow returned. "Back again?" Shen Qingqiu teased, but Liu Qingge didn't reply, he never spoke when he came back but that was fine.

Shen Qingqiu hadn't drawn his legs back together, knowing it was a waste of time, so Liu Qingge stripped and settled back between them and without any preamble fucked his cock back into Shen Qingqiu's dripping hole. Shen Qingqiu made a surprised sound, and then could only make desperate sex noises as his hands were pinned down by delicate fingers and his hole ridden like a prize horse. He panted under the strain, rolling his hips to meet the thrusts, listening for the noises Liu Qingge always let himself make on the second round, desperate little whining pants, whispers of words that were too quiet to be words. Shen Qingqiu wrapped one leg around the man’s hips and drew him in as he lifted his hips to match the rhythm and they fell into the familiar pattern. When the moon snuck it's rays through the open window Liu Qingge pressed his hand over Shen Qingqiu's eyes and held it there. Shen Qingqiu grumbled, wrapping his fingers around the thin wrist but didn't pull it away. If Liu Qingge wanted to be shy then so be it, not everyone was raised in a world with pornography at the click of a button.

The second round was shorter than the first, Liu Qingge's spare hand tracing lines across his bare chest and thighs with a type of reverence Shen Qingqiu never really thought Liu Qingge could have, but here it was and he always did it when he came in the second time, as if the first round had tired him out and he couldn't keep his defences up the second time. It was sweet and worshipful and kind of ticklish but Shen Qingqiu enjoyed it, stretching under the touches and moaning when his nipple was tweaked or his cock was brushed. Liu Qingge was always more considerate the second time as well, and his cock was given all the attention Shen Qingqiu thought he deserved, firm fingers wrapping around him and stroking him as he approached his own conclusion. Shen Qingqiu rewarded the friction by squeezing down on the member working him over closing his eyes against that soft palm and letting himself be dragged under. The second time Liu Qingge always made sure he finished before or with him and Shen Qingqiu was happy to indulge having had his orgasm delayed for so long already. He panted against that wrist, let himself be pushed into the mattress as the man above him pulled him into a perfect orgasm.

Shen Qingqiu cries out with his release moaning wantonly to the feel of it and like that was the trigger Liu Qingge groaned softer, higher than he had before, and then released inside him again. Shen Qingqiu blissfully squeezed around the cock inside him, milking out the last of Liu Qingge's pleasure as he felt the last of his orgasm spurt out between them. Only when damp hand that had worked him through his orgasm pulled away from his cock and settled on his chest did Shen Qingqiu relent.

The feeling of Liu Qingge pulling out a second time that night accompanied with that dirty flood of come dripping down his thighs and wetting the mattress was enough to make him groan and his dick to twitch valiantly. Liu Qingge paused then reached for his cock again.

"No no," Shen Qingqiu moaned, "I can't go again." He was human after all, what Liu Qingge was Shen Qingqiu couldn't guess but he never seemed to run out of stamina on nights like this. In response to his words a mouth pressed down onto his own, lips soft and turned down at the edges, and Shen Qingqiu excitedly chased the kiss, but the hand on his eyes held him down. It was a sweet kiss, exceedingly gentle for the war god, and felt somehow apologetic in a way Shen Qingqiu couldn't understand. And then his leg was being pried off Liu Qingge's body and the man himself was leaving. Shen Qingqiu didn't open his eyes even when the man had left him for the night. He lay with his hips splayed wide like a whore, his legs inelegantly dangling on either side of the bed, and his hole twitching and dripping onto the dirty mattress.

Tomorrow his little white lotus would have to change his sheets because Shen Qingqiu wasn't sleeping on these again, but for now all he wanted to do was sleep.

It surprised him when the door opened again and Liu Qingge returned like a shadow in the dark night.

"Again?" Shen Qingqiu asked surprised, and Liu Qingge locked the door and approached. Shen Qingqiu sighed and tried to wiggle his hips back into place for better access. This wasn't the first night Liu Qingge had come back for a third time, in fact Shen Qingqiu remembered a night when Liu Qingge had returned five times in one night and Shen Qingqiu had spent the next day on wobbly legs while the peak lords all asked if he was okay and brought him tonics to drink and cushions to sit on. It had been embarrassing but Shen Qingqiu had loved the attention. So Shen Qingqiu raised one hand and beckoned Liu Qingge forwards taking the hand of the still clothed figure and pushing it down into the mess that had already been made of him. "This one is tired," Shen Qingqiu explained pitifully, "Liu Qingge will have to do all the work on his own again." The fingers of the hand he'd guided tested his hole, sinking in easily amidst the mess and Shen Qingqiu sighed, lay his head back, closed his eyes, and breathed in the strange smell of smoke and tea.

This time Liu Qingge was careful with him, testing out the give of his hole with exploratory fingers, before the man disrobed and climbed back between Shen Qingqiu's thighs to slot himself inside. The stretch felt much more than it had been but Shen Qingqiu was tired so he just groaned and shifted his hips to take it better. It surprised him when Liu Qingge curled up around him, head tucked under his chin as his hips rabbit fucked him in small sharp jabs, but that was nice too. Thoughtlessly he cooed at Liu Qingge running his hands through the long hair spilling over them both. "Sweet, sweetheart," he murmured, "just like that, take what you want. I'm here for you, you can do anything you want." Usually Liu Qingge would get annoyed if he was too soft with him or too verbal, but Shen Qingqiu could tell his mood this time was there for pampering so he lent into it, telling him how much he liked it, how much he wanted it all the time, how good it made him feel, and the man in his arms clung to him tightly, fucking with furious little hip twitches that still cored Shen Qingqiu out and reached deep inside him where Liu Qingge hadn't reached before. Shen Qingqiu kissed the top of his head and held on to the shaking body letting Liu Qingge use him to his heart’s content and when he came this time there was no rush to pull away, no need to go outside, only the soft press of lips on this throat and the occasional jerk of those hips as if trying to make sure his seed was fucked as deep as possible. Shen Qingqiu luxuriated under the weight of the man, he hadn't come again, hadn't even gotten hard despite the stimulation, but he felt pleasant and happy and safe in that desperate hold amidst the strange smell of smoke and tea.

He woke when Liu Qingge retreated for the night, and was surprised to see the barest hint of light in the grey sky out his window. Shen Qingqiu sighed happily and closed his eyes to get a few more hours sleep so he was surprised when a kiss landed on his lips, messy and uncoordinated - completely unlike all his other kisses, but still sweet. Shen Qingqiu smiled and caught Liu Qingge's face to deepen the kiss and draw it out licking into his mouth and feeling the sweet way he copied him and then seemed to grasp the idea because the next kiss was filthy and deep and Shen Qingqiu liked that too. Still the sun was rising and Liu Qingge still pulled away when a bird began to sing outside the bamboo hut. Shen Qingqiu let him go and drifted comfortably to sleep to the sound of Liu Qingge dressing and retreating. He was still awake to hear when Luo Binghe left his room a few minutes later and worried they might cross paths outside but when he didn’t hear raised voices Shen Qingqiu relaxed and fell asleep.

When Luo Binghe brought him breakfast Shen Qingqiu was dressed and cleaned already, the evidence of his nightly activities wiped away and his bed sheets bundled to be taken away. Luo Binghe didn't look at them or him strangely just set the breakfast tray on the low table and sat down across from him. Luo Binghe had grown since his decent into the Eternal Abyss, he was taller and broader and his eyes tracked Shen Qingqiu's movements like he was waiting to find a weakness. Shen Qingqiu was therefore very careful with everything he did. He didn't know why Luo Binghe hadn't become the monster from Proud Immortal Demon Way that he remembered in the years he'd been gone, only knew Luo Binghe had returned one day and acted like nothing had ever happened. Shen Qingqiu had been surprised and cautious but had no reason to refuse to let Luo Binghe return to the fold. So they had played a pantomime of master and student for a year now, and every day Shen Qingqiu's guard dropped a little lower in the face of his cute little white lotus.

It was while he was sipping his tea that Luo Binghe said, "This one is curious, Shizun." Shen Qingqiu was cautious of course, Luo Binghe still had the potential to be his most deadly undoing, but a year was a long time to remain hypervigilant.

"Curious about?" Shen Qingqiu asked and set his tea cup down. There was a look in Luo Binghe's eyes that was more blackened than light and Shen Qingqiu felt the danger in the moment.

"On some late nights why does Shizun have so many different men come to his room one after the other?"

Shen Qingqiu felt his insides seize and if he had been holding his cup it would have fallen from his numb fingers, and there it was, Luo Binghe was looking at him like the blackened dangerous thing he was, but it wasn't him that Shen Qingqiu was afraid of it was what he had said what he had implied.

“Only Liu Qingge has visited me late at night,” Shen Qingqiu corrected even as pieces of him felt like they were starting to crack. Luo Binghe smiled that most deadly of smiles and tilted his head slightly.

“Liu-shishu only ever stays for an hour or two, then Yue Qingyuan will come in, and sometimes Mu Qingfang or another peak lord. Did Shizun not know?” Luo Binghe asked with all the venom of fake innocence and Shen Qingqiu felt bile rise in his throat, and his eyes prick with tears because even before he’d had time to analyse it, before he’d even had time to think about it, he knew it was true. He knew. He had known. Liu Qingge was too different every time, Liu Qingge was different because it wasn’t him. It wasn’t him. He fucked Shen Qingqiu and left him so the next peak lord - so Yue Qingyuan - could use him. He-

Shen Qingqiu caught his mouth to hold it in, pushed past Luo Binghe and his concern and heaved into the flower beds outside. Luo Binghe followed him out, sweeping his hair back and holding him as he sobbed his wretched soul out and right there for the world to see. And with Luo Binghe wrapped around him Shen Qingqiu could smell smoke and tea once more and he knew something else as well. But thinking back on that last visit, that last desperate hold and the hours after as Shen Qingqiu had slept the exhaustion off he couldn’t find it in himself to be upset by his lotus’ actions not compared to everything else.

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Shen Qingqiu had read Proud Immortal Demon Way from cover to cover in his short sad life and he could easily say that he remembered more than a respectable man should remember. In particular he remembered the monsters and demons because they were, for the most part, interesting. Unfortunately he had never read any of the drafts Airplane-bro had tossed to the side because they held some details he might have found interesting. Particularly about demonic powers of other heavenly demons. If only the stupid author had made the drafts available, or had told Shen Qingqiu about those drafts when things started to show up in the story that clearly shouldn't have been there.

"I really don't remember what I put in and didn't put it," Shang Qinghua would probably say in response to this and Shen Qingqiu had the sad fate of knowing it was true. Airplane-bro was really, truly, a scum author who wrote anything to get his tips.

Still it left Shen Qingqiu at a disadvantage, because he was left facing down Zhuzhi-Lang with little to no knowledge of how to defend himself. He'd thought the snake demon would go away when his master was defeated, he'd hoped to never face him again, but now that he was subject to the wife plots of the shitty novel apparently there was nothing to stop defeated antagonists from popping back up whenever it suited the System.

"Hey, what's going on?" Shen Qingqiu tapped on the System to try his luck but it remained dormant as if to say, 'You deal with this.' Shen Qingqiu thought some rude things at the System but smiled at Zhuzhi-Lang.

"Master Shen," Zhuzhi-Lang greeted happily a hum a the back of his throat and Shen Qingqiu hoped they were going to have an amicable conversation and then go their separate ways. He was an optimist after all and Zhuzhi-Lang had always been king, even if that kindness was often distorted.

"Xizhi-Lang, what can I do for you?" They were in the middle of a forest much like the one Shen Qingqiu had first found Zhuzhi-Lang in but darker and further away from civilization still.

"Zhuzhi-Lang has been having some troubles and so has been spoken to Junshang,” which did not bode well for Shen Qingqiu’s sanity but wasn't surprising, "he suggested a ritual to clear my head."

Shen Qingqiu touched his sword lightly and Zhuzhi-Lang easily saw it.

"Nothing bad!" Zhuzhi-Lang assured rapidly his hands held between them, "Only a cleansing ritual. It won’t take much of your time."

Shen Qingqiu felt like this might be very bad, "Why do you need my time at all?" Shen Qingqiu checked and Zhuzhi-Lang brightened.

"Master Shen is the problem, my lord said, so Shen Qingqiu is the solution. The Lord’s son won't mind of course, we're demons it's to be expected."

Shen Qingqiu took a light step back and thought about things that were 'expected' of demonic behaviour, the list was not pleasant. "I don't think Luo Binghe will agree," he knew for a fact Luo Binghe would not like anything anyone did to him. He had learned his clingy husbands mind by now (at least this much).

"Well he’s not here," Zhuzhi-Lang shrugged, and Shen Qingqiu decided that he had heard more than enough. He drew his sword and held it between them.

"Whatever you want to do you'll have to do it alone," he advised. Zhuzhi-Lang's expression collapsed and Shen Qingqiu held firm in his resolve. He wanted no part in any of this. Except the next moment, Shen Qingqiu was caught in a burning yellow gaze. Zhuzhi-Lang’s eyes seemed like they were spinning, twirling at their core and Shen Qingqiu could not look away, his body locked in place. The spinning effect reminded Shen Qingqiu of those old movies where someone was hypnotised and remembered exactly who the author of this novel was Shen Qingqiu realised that was exactly what was happening. Still his body had stopped responding to his commands and the foot he had raised to take another step back hovered an inch from the ground even after Zhuzhi-Lang had broken eye contact.

Shen Qingqiu tried to glare at Zhuzhi-Lang who looked apologetic but didn't release Shen Qingqiu. Shen Qingqiu wanted a refund on his experience. He tapped at the System again but like it often chose to do these days, it remained silent.

"Please come here," Zhuzhi-Lang asked and Shen Qingqiu's body did as instructed no matter how he wanted to turn away, it stepping closer and closer to Zhuzhi-Lang. The demon sighed happily and reached out to touch Shen Qingqiu's chest, pawing at it like he wasn't quite sure what he was doing with it. Shen Qingqiu was used to this, just not from anyone who wasn't Luo Binghe but patiently his body waited and Shen Qingqiu was forced to allow it. "See?" Zhuzhi-Lang said happily, "You just have to help me cleanse you from my system and then we can both go back to our lives, just like Junshang said."

Shen Qingqiu could not reply, trapped in a body that wouldn't listen to him, and watched with horror as his hand reached up to mirror Zhuzhi-Lang's action, touching the demons chest and slipping lower, much to the demon's joy, until it settled over the creatures reproductive organs. Shen Qingqiu didn't even know what Zhuzhi-Lang would have down there but he was very sure he was going to find out. Unless, that was, his sticky husband managed to follow the plot properly and rescue him before anything more untoward happened.

His hopes were dashed when Zhuzhi-Lang started to get excited, thickening under Shen Qingqiu's hands and excitedly began to rip Shen Qingqiu's clothes from his body. The forest was quiet so Shen Qingqiu could hear every excited little pant Zhuzhi-Lang made as he got his hands on Shen Qingqiu's bare skin. It made his skin crawl, or it would have if he could even control that much of himself, instead he moaned when Zhuzhi-Lang touched his nipple, and the demon's skin flushed a dark green and then his clawed fingers began to pinch and rub both nubs enthusiastically. Shen Qingqiu felt quite abused and upset by this, but his opinion wasn't consulted then nor when Zhuzhi-Lang hurriedly pulled the rest of his clothes off and Shen Qingqiu stepped out of them by his own violation watching as Zhuzhi-Lang laid them out on the ground thoughtfully.

With the entirety of him visible to Zhuzhi-Lang, Zhuzhi-Lang took it in enthusiastically, his hand coming down to explore Shen Qingqiu's cock, lifting it and twisting it and squeezing it curiously.

"Ah I can see your expression," Zhuzhi-Lang said to him beaming up from where he'd bent to examine Shen Qingqiu's more closely, "you think I've never touched one before, but I have, I have to bath my Lord all the time. But yours is very pretty!" Shen Qingqiu didn't fell at all better about his situation but Zhuzhi-Lang ignored it the way he was ignoring all of Shen Qingqiu's opinions regarding the matter. Instead Zhuzhi-Lang reached down and began to stroke Shen Qingqiu determinedly, and Shen Qingqiu felt himself get hard, the ripples of pleasure and excitement heating his body and making him shudder. He hated it violently even when Zhuzhi-Lang put so much effort into the handjob, applying slick, and listening to the hitches and gasps in Shen Qingqiu's manipulated voice, until Shen Qingqiu spilled into his hand.

Shen Qingqiu reminded himself through the hole in his heart that being forced to orgasm during an assault didn't mean he'd wanted it or enjoyed it, that abusers often made the victim experience orgasm as a way to pretend their act hadn't been one of violence and force. Then Shen Qingqiu wished he'd been able to get sucked into a less R rated novel. Maybe his next life he'd be able to drink tea and watch koi and not be molested by every man he spoke too kindly to. But really who was he kidding, this was the life he had and he had to deal with it as best he could.

"This would be nicer if master Shen could speak," Zhuzhi-Lang bemoaned, and Shen Qingqiu mentally dared the demon to give him his voice back because he had a list of not very nice things to say to him, but apparently Zhuzhi-Lang wasn't that stupid because he just pouted and began to shrug out of his own robes, folding them neatly before flashing Shen Qingqiu another hypnotic look that had him laying himself out on his discarded robes chest first with legs spread in invitation. He didn't see what Zhuzhi-Lang was packing, but he felt it when the snake demon crawled on top of him all cool scales and happy sighs. "I thank Master Shen for being so accommodating," Zhuzhi-Lang hissed and what followed was the weirdest sensation Shen Qingqiu had ever experienced because Zhuzhi-Lang was clearly more demon than human at that moment and whatever he had below the waste was not what Shen Qingqiu was used to. Still it pushed into him, all soft and slick, and Shen Qingqiu spread to accommodate it used to something much bigger at least. It felt strange, like it was softer than it should be until Zhuzhi-Lang began to pull out and Shen Qingqiu felt something spike into his tunnel and hook in, multiple things. He tried to shout, tried to tell Zhuzhi-Lang to stop, but his throat wouldn't work except to pant, and his body did nothing but lay still while Zhuzhi-Lang fucked his spiked dick into Shen Qingqiu's unresisting body.

It was painful sex and SQQ had experianced painful sex before but this was a new and aweful level of pain and it lasted forever. The spikes digging in and in with each backwards forwards thrust of ZZL’s hips and Shen Qingqiu wanting to scream with no voice to do it all the while Zhuzhi-Lang whined and hissed happily above him taking his pleasure. Just like a demon after all despite all his soft looks and misplaced kindnesses, in the end he took and took just like all the other demons Shen Qingqiu knew.

When Zhuzhi-Lang finished Shen Qingqiu felt the hot gush of it inside him, then the burn of it as it leaked out past the hooks spiking in and tethering them together still. Shen Qingqiu hoped it was over, but Zhuzhi-Lang lay above him for some time, petting his hair humming happily until Shen Qingqiu himself felt the spikes soften inside him. Soft or not the spikes still scratched on their way out and Shen Qingqiu would have elbowed back at the demon for the extra indignity but his body remained compliant and lax under the snake demons body.

After pulling out Zhuzhi-Lang sighed happily and dragged himself up from where the sweat stuck their bodies together. Shen Qingqiu waited laid out naked on his front unable to see what Zhuzhi-Lang was doing, but he could hear the rustle of clothes and assumed the snake demon was dressing. When Zhuzhi-Lang stopped humming Shen Qingqiu was left in silence unsure if he was alone or not, but eventually the demon spoke with a soft, "Ah," and then, "I think Junshang lied to me. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget master Shen now." Shen Qingqiu felt sick to his stomach but Zhuzhi-Lang didn't say more, instead he explained that Shen Qingqiu would be able to move soon and Shen Qingqiu heard him leave, disappearing back into the forest he had come from.

Shen Qingqiu lay there exposed to the world for hours after ordering his body to move, focused on nothing but standing up, moving, anything. Eventually his fingers twitched at his command, and then soon after Shen Qingqiu was able to stand. His body twinged painfully as he sat up, and then he had to rush to get off his robes so he wouldn't stain them further by the mess leaking out of him. Once he'd stood Shen Qingqiu carefully picked up his robes and naked went looking for a stream he could wash himself in. Once he was clean he would return to the safety and care of his sticky husband and do his best to pretend this, like many other unpleasant things, hadn't happened to him. He just had to hope that if they encountered Zhuzhi-Lang again he wouldn't be stupid enough to ever mention it to Luo Binghe because there wasn’t anything Shen Qingqiu could do to stop Luo Binghe’s rage if it ever came to light.

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Ning Yingying smiled at with some hesitation Qin Wanyue smiled back at her. This was as much of an ice-breaker as could be expected between members of Luo Binghe's harem. Sure, they some of them got along, and some of them fought like cats and snakes, but some of them managed to smile politely and pretend they weren't jealous through their teeth when his attention drifted to someone else.

"You've been well?" Ning Yingying asked smile bright and eyes curving.

Qin Wanyue adjusted her tea cup very slightly, "I've been very well, thank you, and you?"

Ning Yingying's smile dropped and she said, "I've been troubled," in such a way that Qin Wanyue knew this wasn't going to be one of those friendly chats some of the harem managed to have. The problem was Ning Yingying was one of the three favoured wives and there was little she could do that would displease their master.

"Oh?" Qin Wanyue took another careful sip of tea to give herself time to think. "What troubles you honourable sister?"

"It's just, Ning Yingying found out you've been lying to our husband," Ning Yingying accused with a pout.

"No!" Qin Wanyue held her hands up in horror, "I would never lie to our lord!" The accusation was dangerous, not denying it was worse.

"Then why has Ning Yingying heard that you've had a strange man visiting your chambers?" Ning Yingying's head tilted cutely.

"I haven't!" Qin Wanyue would never dare, like most of the harem she had been a virgin when she first lay with Luo Binghe and she had never taken another lover. She neither wanted to, nor had opportunity to. The harem was too dangerous for one to survive such reckless behaviour. Certainly, she wished for more of her husband's attentions than she received, but she was happy that he had married her when he came back, and happy to serve him.

"But Ning Yingying saw it herself," Ning Yingying put a finger to her lips as if in thought, "I'll have to tell Binghe just in case."

Horrified Qin Wanyue reached across the table and caught Ning Yingying's sleeve and begged, "Please don't Yingying, let me investigate this myself before we bring Binghe into it!"

Ning Yingying appeared to consider, and then smiled again, a dangerous smile for its softness. "Ning Yingying has already investigated, but perhaps she was wrong?" Ning Yingying considered Qin Wanyue with hooded eyes, "Perhaps Qin Wanyue can convince Ning Yingying that she missaw?"

"Yes!" Qin Wanyue latched on desperately, "How? Whatever Ning Yingying wants this one will assist."

Ning Yingying did something unexpected then, she caught the hand holding her sleeve, stood, and guided Qin Wanyue not to her own chambers but to Ning Yingying's bed.

"What?" Qin Wanyue tried to ask, but Ning Yingying merely shushed her before climbing onto the bed.

"Qin Wanyue must know that Luo Binghe's wives all get lonely," Ning Yingying lay back on her elbows watching Qin Wanyue.

"Of course, there is only one of my lord and many of us wives," Qin Wanyue agreed standing at the edge of the bed trying to understand what was happening. She clenched her fists into her yellow robes and tried to hold still. Ning Yingying had not only her life but also her heart in her hands because Luo Binghe was really too easy to love.

"Well," Ning Yingying motioned her closer to the bed itself and Qin Wanyue stepped forward uncertainly, "if Wanyue can convince Ning Yingying that it wasn't a man she saw, but a woman, then Ning Yingying will assume it was one of Binghe's many wives visiting her chamber."

"Oh," Qin Wanyue's shoulders sagged in relief, "that is probably what it was. I am always spending time with one wife or another."

"Then show me," Ning Yingying ordered, and it was an order but Qin Wanyue was unclear what she was supposed to do. Fetch any of the wives who had come to her rooms recently to recount their time together? Use an unknown cultivation technique to share the memory (there was bound to be one but Qin Wanyue had stopped most of her training once married to Luo Binghe)? Qin Wanyue shifted her weight unhappily.

"I don't know what you want me to do," she admitted and Ning Yingying smiled that same cute serene smile and then lifted her robes up to reveal bare legs and her naked vagina. Qin Wanyue stared in shock at the display, then at Ning Yingying's face which watched her waiting.

"Entertain me," Ning Yingying ordered, "or I'll tell my lord husband that you've had men in your rooms." It went without saying that she would be believed, she was the most trustworthy of the harem in Luo Binghe 's eyes. He would never doubt Ning Yingying's honesty. But still Qin Wanyue stared between those spread legs in uncertainty. Ning Yingying gave a sigh, reached down and spread her lips open to reveal the glistening skin of her hole. "Put your tongue in me and fuck me 'till I come." Ning Yingying demanded.

Qin Wanyue understood, quiet shockingly what was expected of her. Not that Ning Yingying could have been clearer.

"But-" Qin Wanyue tried.

"He will throw you out," Ning Yingying warned, "and you won’t be missed."

Qin Wanyue wanted to argue that she had been his first, an honour she lorded over some of the newer members when she needed leverage. She liked to pretend she'd made him the sex god he became, but in truth he had gotten there through practice and intuitive learning. When he had fucked her the first time she had been half delirious, on the brink of death, and neither of them had done much of a good job of it. It had still felt good, of course Luo Binghe was incapable of making it anything but, but it hadn't been amazing. Still she'd like to think that he remembered it fondly and compared all other women to her afterwards. So, she would be missed just... just not as much as Ning Yingying would be. He liked her, but he loved Ning Yingying and that was well known by all the harem.

Qin Wanyue swallowed her uncertainty and knelt up on the bed. "How do I-?"

"Just like he does for you, if he's ever done this for you?" Qin Wanyue shook her head, because he had not ever put his face between her legs. The admission made Ning Yingying laugh and the laugh was like a bell, somehow so innocent and sweet despite what was clearly a ruthless woman making the noise. "Well Binghe doesn't like us all equally of course. But you'll learn, everyone else always does. Now hurry up, I'm getting cold."

Qin Wanyue nodded shuffling forwards then very carefully she lowered her face to Ning Yingying's most private place and very cautiously began to lick. Further up the bed Ning Yingying sighed and Qin Wanyue wasn’t sure if it was impatience or pleasure so she tried harder sticking out her tongue further to lick in great big stripes.

It was a strange process, one she’d never considered doing before nor found much interest in but Ning Yingying sighed and twitched and gushed and when Qin Wanyue paid particular attention to the little pebble at the top of her Ning Yingying said, “Yes, right there, like that,” so Qin Wanyue focused in her attentions.

There was something strange about doing this because the more she explored the more Qin Wanyue wished to know what it felt like. When she took her husband into her mouth she never considered him returning the favour, they have different parts after all. But Ning Yingying’s pleasure made her curious and jealous, and she felt herself dampen between the legs as she pushed her tongue deep into Ning Yingying’s hole, trying to coax out Ning Yingying’s ultimate pleasure.

She was there for a long time, working her tongue over, in, and around all the places that made Ning Yingying moan louder and tense prettily. Her mouth felt dry and he neck sore but Ning Yingying didn’t seem interested in Qin Wanyue pushing her into orgasm, pulling her hips back whenever she got too excited before instructing Qin Wanyue to continue. It happened four times, and in one break Qin Wanyue even got a small drink of tea before being ordered to hurry back up and continue. She didn’t know what the purpose of holding off was, the sun had set, she would be missed from her rooms soon, and Ning Yingying seemed to have no plans to release her.

It wasn’t until a knock at the door to the rooms came that Ning Yingying pulled herself away completely, spring to her feet on the soft mattress and pulling her clothes back down over her legs. “Get up and get out,” she ordered, and Qin Wanyue got up on shaky legs uncramping muscles that had started to lock, “hurry up.” She added, and Qin Wanyue licked the taste of Ning Yingying off her lips as she tried to neaten her own appearance. Ning Yingying didn’t sparer her a glance and face flushed bounced over to the door and swung it open.

Luo Binghe stood on the other side holding a tray of steaming food and looking past Ning Yingying to Qin Wanyue for only a second. “Should I come back, you have company?” He teased, and Ning Yingying laughed and drew him into the room with a tug of his sleeve.

“She’s leaving, husband. Come, let this wife greet you properly, the food will taste just as wonderful cool.”

When Ning Yingying pulled him towards her bed, Qin Wanyue stepped out of the way, shocked by how disregarded she was by both of them as Luo Binghe climbed on top of Ning Yingying pulling her robes up above her hips and plunging his finger into her with no fanfare.

“You’re ready for me,” Luo Binghe growled and pulled himself out of his robes to hastily plunge into Ning Yingying. Qin Wanyue stared as he fucked Ning Yingying so aggressively Ning Yingying started making sharp barking squeaks with each thrust, her body bouncing up the bed until Luo Binghe would catch her and drag her back down onto his manhood. Qin Wanyue stared and stared and neither of them cared.

Eventually Ning Yingying cried out, clutching at their husband’s shoulders and shuddering around him and Luo Binghe paused only for a second before he continued his brutal pace. Ning Yingying looked up while he did though, her slender thighs wrapped around his still clothes hips and glared at Qin Wanyue for still being there.

Qin Wanyue made her escape under that glare, hearing Luo Binghe’s laugh when she accidently slammed the door behind her but she did not stop until she was in her rooms reaching beneath her robes as she never had before and sinking her fingers into her soaking depths. It was an awkward angle, but the memory of Ning Yingying and her husband, the memory of the taste of Ning Yingying on her tongue, and all the things she’d learned about a woman’s body was enough for Qin Wanyue to clench down on her fingers and ride them into a wave of euphoria.

When the servant attended her the next day with a message from Ning Yingying, Qin Wanyue wasn’t surprised to find she had been invited back to Ning Yingying’s chambers again.

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Liu Mingyan did not want to die. She did not want to do what had to be done either but dying was worse. At least to her. To her brother it seemed that death might be the preferable choice. They had been lured into the cave system and poisoned by the beast before they had even realised what was happening and what had been a sibling bonding hunt had become something much more awkward.

Her brother sat as far from her as he could in this small alcove, sweaty shaking fist clenched into his robes and body curled around his very obvious erection while he stared angrily at anything but her. His state was not dissimilar to her own, though she was not trying to lock herself tight against the inevitable. If someone came to their rescue it could be avoided, but they were far from civilisation and dying because of inaction was a pointless decision. 

“Brother,” she called lightly not wanting to startle him and Liu Qingge’s eyes snapped to her and then jerked back to stare at the wall. Liu Mingyan was not deterred, “Brother,” she called again, and she shifted towards him. At once Liu Qingge flinched which really was unnecessarily rude. “I’m not going to hurt you brother,” she huffed. This wasn’t easy for her either so maybe he could be a bit more receptive to what had to be done.

“I am not fucking my sister,” he snapped back at her and she huffed.

“We’ll die.”

“Then let’s die fighting!” He looked at her again, fiercely now, and Liu Mingyan felt a swell of pity for her brother. Certainly she had not intended to ever do this, but somehow she had thought this kind of thing might come up for her one day, not with her brother perhaps but with someone.

“The poison in both our bodies means we will only submit to the creature,” and that was worse because the monster would rape them both, suck their life energies out, and they would writhe happily through it. It was the hallmark of this particular demon, it was a pity they hadn’t realised what it was when initially fighting it.

His expression became determined, and he reached for his sword. Liu Mingyan knew her brother and she was not the strongest disciple in her mountain for nothing so before he could do anything rash she was across the room holding his wrist. He hissed like the touch burned, and she felt the fire in her core burn brighter, hotter, turning everything liquid and pooling low until it started to seep out of her body as if it could not be contained.

“Will you leave me to die alone? To bear that creatures attack on my own? To be mounted and used until my body is nothing but a husk? How can that be more bearable to you than this simple act?” She didn’t want to have sex with her brother, he had been there her entire life, he was a faultless guide and role model, but this wasn’t about what they wanted, it was about surviving.

“I can’t,” he begged and she decided that was quite enough of that. Really, men couldn't be trusted to do what had to be done so instead she took charge.

"Fine," she snapped, "I'll do it then." And without giving him a chance to argue she pulled her pants off, pushed him back and climbed onto his lap. He choked at her first action, barely knew how to stop her during the second, and once she was on top of him he just stared up at her in horror. "I want to live, and I want you to live," she told him fiercely, then because he looked so terrified and this was her brother, "Just close your eyes and pretend I'm someone else."

"Who?" He begged hands hovering like he wanted to push her off but was afraid to touch her. She considered this but really did it need any consideration?

"Peak Lord Shen Qingqiu."

His flush told her she'd hit the nail on the head, and feeling satisfied with herself, and wanting to get this ordeal over with she lifted her hips to untuck her brothers cock from the many layers of clothes he wore. He made a choking noise when she touched the heat of him, but she didn't hesitate or pause. "Just shut your eyes," she repeated, "don't you think his hands would be as soft as mine?" She felt the shudder run through her brothers body but he squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head away. Which was good enough for her.

It didn't matter that the anatomy was wrong, she was pretty sure her brother really hadn't thought that far into his crush on the other peak lord, so she didn't sweat the details. Instead she pressed herself down against her brothers length, letting it slide between the dew wet slick of her lips. Her brother might have been hard this whole time, but the monsters poison had gotten to her as well and she hadn't felt this ready since the time she'd woken one night to hear a fellow disciple masturbating in the dorms. So she was primed and ready and his cock slid easy between her lips as she rocked in his lap. It shouldn't have been pleasurable, really, watching her brother’s clenched eyes as she teased his cock, but watching that bullied expression on his normally stoic face made her feel mad with power. She wondered, if Peak Lord Shen Qingqiu ever did deign to fuck him if her brother would look just as bullied on the end of a cock. Her hips speed up with the uptick in her heart, the undulations getting bigger each time she rolled them until she went too far and the angle allowed the head of his cock to slip inside her just a little.

Her brother flinched and whimpered, and Liu Mingyan stopped moving, bracing one hand on his chest to prevent his escape and keep her balance. It wasn’t easy to hold herself up perched on the end of his rock hard cock, but she knew he needed a second - possibly more but a moment was all she could give him.

"Okay," she rallied her spirits, and his expression became tenser. Really there was nothing for it. They’d come this far, and she really didn’t want to die. So Liu Mingyan began to sink down onto her brothers throbbing cock slowly stretching herself wide around him.

She wasn’t half way down when her brother gripped her thighs, at first she thought he was going to try and stop her again - a futile effort since she was willing to and would fight to the bitter end - but instead his fingers dug into the soft give of her hips and helped her sink the rest of the way onto him.

Hear heart beat in her throat, and her brother looked up at her desperately, and she had never found another man more handsome than he looked right then. With those bruise tight fingers still clasping her Liu Mingyan rose her hips until the very tip of him barely kissing the insides of her then rolled her hips back down to take him to the hilt. “Close your eyes,” she soothed, watching the tears gather on the corner of his eye as she adjusted to the intrusion squeezing herself around him just to milk the sensations a little more. “Close your eyes and I’ll do it for us,” she assured, and even though his fingers never let go his head tilted back eyes held closed and he let her take control.

Liu Mingyan didn’t look away, didn’t blink as she rolled her hips with his, feeling the weight of him piercing her, filling her. Never looked away as she learnt so much more about her brother than she should ever have known. The world became a little clearer, a little more sensual as she fucked herself in his lap and thought about another peak lord sitting where she was, any of them really. Or one of them pushing into her brother until his tears broke their stalemate with gravity and tumbled down his cheeks. It was more than she’d ever thought about her brother and sex, but once the thoughts began she couldn’t stop them, like a tidal wave of depravity that took up her brain as she continued to ride her own flesh and blood.

Once, when she’d been little, Liu Mingyan had made it up Bai Zhan Peak to find her brother and Liu Qingge had had a different name back then, but he’d been just the same as he always was, kind but closed off, gentle but unmoving. He’d apologised to his master and carried her down the mountain on his hip returning her to their parents worried hands. Liu Mingyan had thought he was unbreakable even then.

But here, under her, flushed and straining under the pleasure of her cunt wrapped too tight around his hard cock, he wasn’t closed off, he wasn’t unmoving, he was completely breakable in the most perfect ways. Liu Mingyan moaned his name, trusting him to hold her steady as she arched her back and circled her hips her hands burying into her hair and tugging for a little more friction. She felt mad, like she was chasing a high she couldn't quite reach, like she couldn't stop until they’d both gotten there.

She wished they were naked so she could see that flush pinken his chest and nipples.

She wished her would use those muscles of his and fuck her back as hard as she was fucking him.

She wished she could do this again and again and again forever.

But none of that would happen.

Aggressively, angrily, she speed up, chasing the precipice of pleasure she would feel crawling through her. She used her own finely honed muscles to bounce on his cock, the slap of their skin obscene, the squelch of their mixing fluids somehow driving her higher and he held on. Tight. Like his fingers were burning into her hips and would never let go.

Liu Mingyan moaned senselessly, desperate and almost at her wits end, and like magic one of his hands did let go. There was only a split second where she barely had the capacity to think he was going to try and stop her again before his fingers slipped between their undulating bodies and those fingers slid in their juices slippery and perfect as they touched where he continued to disappear into her.

“That’s us,” she groaned, “That’s us brother,” and under her, above the noise of their sex Liu Qingge moaned as wantonly and hopelessly as she had ever dared dream. The combination of that and his fingers brushing against her pearl as he felt their connection toppled her into oblivion. She clamped down as she reached her peak, locking onto him as a groan slipped past her lips. At the same time she felt his hips jerk up into her, nearly unseating her, once twice, and then she felt him twitch within her his hands returning to grip her hips and hold her flush to him.

She sagged before he did, like her strings had been cut, sated and fucked blank Liu Mingyan collapsed forward onto his chest and let him ride out his release with clenching hands and pulsing hips. She felt when the tension collapsed from his body and like her he lay panting and high on endorphins.

When at last she could move she raised her hips to let his softened cock slip out of her and then shifted to lay beside him on the floor.

It didn't take long for him to recover, reaching for his sword and chasing after the monster who had poisoned them both. This time he would cover his face, she was sure. There wouldn’t be a second poisoning. Liu Mingyan wiggled her pants back on and awaited the outcome. She didn’t spend the time worrying about what she had done with her brother. Instead she spent it considering all the ways she could get Peak Lord Shen Qingqiu to fuck her brother and all the flowers she knew that might just help them along.

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Shen Jiu wakes to the sounds of the brothel being overrun. The woman his is with has fallen asleep with her hand on the head he rests in her lap. Her name was Chunhua and she had smiled kindly at him when she drew him away from his master and into their own room. Shen Jiu had laid out payment on the table before making his requests and he smile had become softer and sweeter as she beckoned him in.

Now though Shen Jiu can hear the things breaking downstairs, and Chunhua has not yet stirred.

He should run. His master will find his own way out of whatever tangle of limbs he's fucked himself into. There is no need to stay.

Chunhua wakes when one of her fellow whores screams and he has to move then to clamp his hand over her mouth and motion her into silence. There is panic in her eyes that gets stronger when another woman screams and Shen Jiu feels the clench of sympathy in his chest that he resolutely crushes. Instead he hands her her outer robes before pulling his own on, fastening them to panicked beat of his heart.

Wu Yanzi stumbles into the room one foot in a shoe and outer robes flying like a cape around him. His hair is a mess, there are red marks on his collar and bare chest and his sword is in his hand. Shen Jiu levels him with a look that is ignored.

"Time to go," the man grins and Shen Jiu picks up his own sword and moves to follow him. A hand catching his arm stops him. He does not want to look back at Chunhua. She had been kind of careful and sung as he drifted off to sleep in a soft soothing voice. He tries to shake her hold but she is not soft now, like claws they dig into him. Wu Yanzi only rolls his eyes and leaves him. Shen Jiu tries to follow.

"Please," she begs and unlike her hand her voice is quiet and quivering. Shen Jiu makes the mistake of looking back. "Please, please help us, I've saved a lot, I'll give you everything I have."

He wonders if he just saved her if that would be enough. The intruders are on the ground floor still, it shouldn't be too hard to take her with him. But then what? There's smoke in the air, screams on the street outside. It's an invading force not a small group you can find easy shelter from.

A young girl screams, it's piercing even through all the rest of the destruction and the fingers on his arm squeeze desperately.

"Please, that's A-Fen, we don't have swords."

Shen Jiu remembers A-Fen too. Remembers seeing her and wanting to leave in disgust, remembers Wu Yanzi keeping him there and asking after her qualifications. The madam had laughed waved someone else over who was pretty and young but not too young. Shen Jiu had been glad to see nothing of the girl after that, glad to see the madam had hidden her away somewhere safe. He had no illusions of the life that would likely come to her, but at least for now these women were keeping her safe. Some brothels had no morals, and he would not sleep in their beds or pay for their wares.

Something big breaks downstairs, and Shen Jiu who has formed a broken jaded core and learnt from a trickster cultivator knows that if he is not going to run then he must act now.

"Alright," he says, and then pulls his hand from that tight grip, settles the hilt of his sword more comfortably in his grip and sprints out the door and vaults over the mezzanine balustrade. His feet lightly touch the top of a table in the middle of the room and he arcs his sword through the neck of the nearest demon. Because they are demons, a squad of them breaking doors and dragging struggling women into a circle in the middle of the room.

The room was chaos before he descended, but it becomes worse as the blood of the demon sprays out in an arc across the room. Shen Jiu doesn't wait for his opponent to understand what is happening, instead he takes down the next nearest demon with direct lunge that slices along the side of a deep blue throat. After that he has to work for his survival because he is attacked.

The fight is terrible, his arm is nearly torn off, the demons blood drenches the floor, and although Shen Jiu had killed many many more keep arriving. Shen Jiu realises he has overcommitted after the seventh kill, but there is no escape now. The women have all but being forgotten in their circle, the ones who haven't been placed there have made their bids for escape. The demons care only about the man in their midst trying to thin the herd and no-one looks away from him for anything.

There's playing cards on one table that he manipulates into razors and throws at the oncoming storm. There's porcelain cups he shatters in eyes. Shen Jiu is not a neat fighter, he is proficient, there is no advantage he would give himself. Honour is just a fancy way to die.

He's killed more than he's able to count when something more dangerous enters the room. The demon he is struggling against flinches like he's been burned, and Shen Jiu uses that to thrust the xiao in his other hand through its eye socket. Nobody moves to take his place attacking Shen Jiu so he takes stock of the new status quo.

There's a man whose entered the room, talk with dark wavy hair and robes as black as the sky and as red as human blood. The demons get out of his way as he takes deliberate steps into the room. Some of them kneel.

There is an exit to Shen Jiu's right, he's been aware since he landed in the fray, he could probably make it.

Instead he looks up and sees a ring of whores peaking down over the railings as if they've been watching his fight. There's terror in their highly painted faces, hope, and desperation and Shen Jiu feels his over sentimental heart give a jolt. None of them deserve what might happen, none. He's never been happier than he is at a brothel and these demons have ruined it for him.

Shen Jiu gets between the demon and the ring of girls still trapped on the floor, and marks the surprise in his expression.

"I didn't ask for pretty men," the leader of the group drawls but there's a smile curling his lips and he looks anything but angry. Shen Jiu can see now they're this close that the man isn't just a human. There's a zuiyin on his forehead that Shen Jiu has seen depicted in books across the world. The heavenly demon seal. Shen Jiu doesn't let the knowledge sink him.

"I'm not here for you," Shen Jiu sneers back at him.

"But you're between me and what's mine," he's told as if this is fact.

"They're mine," Shen Jiu warns, twisting his sword to take the first attack. His words though make the heavenly demon stall. There's a sharpness to his eyes, something more dangerous than just the red glow flickering in their depths. This man is dangerous, the way Wu Yanzi is dangerous, the way Shen Jiu knows he can be dangerous. There aren't many of them around with vicious minds and sharper weapons. The vicious are usually dumb and caught, the sharpest weapons are usually benevolent cultivators from on high. The true dangers of the world are hidden behind pretty smiling faces who won’t stop at anything to achieve their goals.

"Then," the heavenly demon asks, "can I have them?"

Shen Jiu has never been asked something so audacious. He's covered in the blood of the demons he's already killed to protect these girls, why would he just hand them over now?

"Only," the demon continues, "I'll have them either way. I'm just giving you some face."

Face.

Shen Jiu spits and it lands on the hem of this creatures robes. A demon on his right roars and attacks, and Shen Jiu lets the idiot impale himself on Shen Jiu's sword. The heavenly demon doesn't even flinch as his subordinate’s body slumps to the floor.

"If you're half the demon you think you are fight me." It's a desperate gambit but Shen Jiu can't back down now and he already knows that if all the demons attack at one he will die. There's strain in his muscles, tiredness in his bones. He doesn't know how long he's been fighting already but there are dead bodies throughout the room and he's the only one who put them there.

The demon watches him for some time, like the idea if curious and not ridiculous. Why would anyone take such a stupid offer? But Shen Jiu has seen idiots do so much for pride before.

"I have another offer," the demon finally answers his head titled just a little to assess Shen Jiu. "If they mean so much to you," he waves a dismissive hand at the girls, "then you can take their place."

"What?"

The demon waves dismissively at them, "They look weak, fragile, like they might break on the first thrust, but you-" the demon looks him over, "-you look like you could hold your own for a while. Or you can leave, right now."

Later Shen Jiu will try once more to rip out that tender piece of him that agreed to a whores plea for help, later Shen Jiu will try and change the very fabric of his self to make it a bit harder, a bit tougher, a bit more self-serving. It will work about as well as it always has.

"Beast," he seethes, "you'd let them all go? Make your men leave them and this building, assure their safety? And I must what, service you?"

The man smiles all teeth and fang, "Oh far more than that." Then he darts forwards before Shen Jiu can raise his weapon and before Shen Jiu can recover the breath is ripped out of his lungs from within. He can't scream, he can't fight, but he feels it as the energy is ripped out of him by this demonic creature. His head spins, his muscles taut and strained, and then at once it finishes like a tap tightly twisted off.

Shen Jiu slumps pitching forwards into the beasts arms. His sword clatters to the ground and the word seems to bright and white.

He's unresponsive body is lifted into the demons hold and he is carried out of the whorehouse.

"Don't worry," the beast smiles down at him as he strides through the street, "I was never going to hurt them anyway."

He doesn't believe him, but over the beasts shoulder he can see the contingent of demons filing out of the brothel and he didn't count numbers but if any stayed it wasn't many. The girls upstairs could probably take them out if they needed to. Chunhua could probably do it on her own. It doesn't matter though, he can do no more, the time has come to worry about rescuing himself, once his limbs can move again.