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Being a fox demon was kind of sucky.
Growing up with his mom and littermates had been nice enough. Even if he was the runt, there was always someone to talk to and his mother was prone to spoiling her kits. But then it was time for Shang Qinghua to grow up and move out of his mother’s den into the cold, hard world. Shang Qinghua had one friend, a fussy and lazy cat demon named Shen Qingqiu. Then a powerful demon lord rolled up to their woods and suddenly Shen Qingqiu was too busy dealing with that drama to visit his remote mountain pass.
Shang Qinghua spent most of his time awkwardly seducing travelers and having unsatisfying sex in exchange for their yang energy. The rest of his life was spent in his den, using the paper stolen from said travelers to write his stories and pouting that Shen Qingqiu was probably in a big warm manor instead of an old cave.
It wasn’t even a proper cave, rather a deep indent in a rocky outcropping somewhat near the mountain pass. He had filled it with all the soft furs and blankets and pillows he could pilfer, yet the lingering wet dankness of cave lingered. He sighed, setting aside his writing and blowing out his candle. Shang Qinghua buried himself under his blankets and long fluffy tails, staring forlornly at the rain thundering down outside, ears drooped down. It was nights like this he wished he was the one with the big demon lord, warm and safe in the big demon lord’s big bed.
Well, there was no point in being forlorn this close to bed. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and readied himself for sleep.
There was a low, pained roar outside, snapping Shang Qinghua awake.
He sat up, ears twitching wildly as he picked up the sounds of something in pain – a large something, its power radiating all the way into his cave like a blizzard. Shang Qinghua felt frozen in place, unable to figure out what to do. It certainly wasn’t a human, opening up a whole other can of worms that Shang Qinghua didn’t feel qualified to deal with. Another, softer, noise of pain had Shang Qinghua coming out of his nest of blankets. He wrapped his nude body up in a robe and braved the rain.
A few feet from the cave entrance, slumped against the rough bark of a tree, was the source of the low noise – a huge demon, pale skin covered in cuts and bruises, the biggest right across his powerful chest. His long hair was tangled with blood and dirt, his handsome face downcast as he heaved for air. Tentative, Shang Qinghua reached out and touched the demon’s shoulder.
A pair of icicle blue eyes snapped open, a massive hand clenching around Shang Qinghua’s wrist. He squeaked in pain.
“S-sir!” Shang Qinghua exclaimed, figuring flattery would get him everywhere. “I just…um, my cave is right over there, and I can help you and please don’t eat me—!”
The demon’s frown increased, but he let go of Shang Qinghua’s wrist and struggled to his feet, leaning heavily against the tree. Shang Qinghua helped support him (sort of) with a hand across the back and another on his chest – oh boy that was a lot of muscle, his skin cold to the touch – and led him into his den.
In the warmth and light of Shang Qinghua’s hearth, the demon’s handsome looks and rippling musculature became even more apparent. He was wearing only a pair of loose pants and leather boots, cramped in the small den. Shang Qinghua shook his head and dug up some bandages and rags to clean up his demon visitor.
“Um, I’m going to get dry you off,” Shang Qinghua said, holding a towel close to his chest. The demon grunted, and Shang Qinghua started drying him off.
He was very aware of how much more attractive the demon was compared to his usual prey, radiating powerful heady energy despite his weakened state. Shang Qinghua desperately hoped his hunger didn’t show on his face, the demon’s eyes intense and calculating as Shang Qinghua pat-dried him.
“Ah, we both need to brush our hair, huh?” Shang Qinghua laughed awkwardly. The demon just made a grunt. “Um, my name’s Shang Qinghua…”
The demon hummed, straightened so Shang Qinghua could wrap a clean cloth around the wound on his chest.
“Mobei Jun.”
Shang Qinghua made an inquisitive noise. “Huh?”
“My name is Mobei Jun,” the demon said. Shang Qinghua squeaked.
In order to live in peace in his woods and feed off as many travelers as he wanted, he paid taxes (in the form of things nicked from his victims) to a tax collector every season. He never thought too much about Lord Mobei Jun – he didn’t charge too much in taxes and there were never any errant demons hassling Shang Qinghua, therefore he was good at his job. He figured that lowly little huli jing weren’t going to meet their demonic lieges, and never planned for that eventuality.
“Oh, my Lord!” Shang Qinghua exclaimed, leaning back. “I didn’t realize it was you! Um, I apologize for any impropriety—”
“You should change.”
Shang Qinghua blinked. “Huh?”
“Your clothes are soaked through,” Lord Mobei Jun said. Shang Qinghua looked down, and flushed crimson as he realized his robe was completely translucent, giving his lord a clear view of his naked body.
Shang Qinghua twittered and turned around, flustered. “My Lord is so correct, haha! This humble servant just was so distracted ensuring his Lord’s safety…”
He discarded the sodden robe for a fresh one, twisting his wet hair up and out of the way to dry. He glanced over his shoulder to see that Lord Mobei Jun was staring at him intently, and Shang Qinghua snapped his head forward. Was the demon lord…angry at him? For witnessing his moment of weakness? Demon lords weren’t kind to those who bruised their egos.
“Um, my Lord is welcomed to stay here until the storm passes,” Shang Qinghua said, fluffing up his best pillows and blankets for him. “Even if this servant’s home is no doubt far humbler than what his Lord is used to…”
There was a huff and a shift, and the tell-tale sound of a belt being undone. Shang Qinghua spared a glance and nearly choked on his saliva at the sight of Lord Mobei Jun’s cock. That was it flaccid, holy shit.
Shang Qinghua forced himself to get under the less-nice pillows and blankets, back to Lord Mobei Jun. The frequent storms had dried up his supply of travelers, leaving him hungry. And now there was this pinnacle of demons in his den, naked and flushed with victory after defeating some lesser demon. The primitive hindbrain that sounded like his mother urged him to lock in this strong mate and carry his strong babies. Shang Qinghua squeezed his legs together.
Mobei Jun settled into the blankets, and Shang Qinghua could feel his presence radiating from him. He swallowed, clutching his blankets tightly and willing down the wetness steadily growing between his legs. Why did he have to be like this? Why did he have to be like this in front of his Lord?
Said demon lord shifted next to him, and a clawed hand gripped his hip. Shang Qinghua squeaked, aroused and terrified all at once as Mobei Jun’s long tongue dragged across his neck.
“M-my Lord,” Shang Qinghua stuttered. Mobei Jun just hummed, nuzzling Shang Qinghua’s hairline and jaw.
“Smells good,” Mobei Jun declared, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Demons were far more straightforward than humans, Shang Qinghua thought in a daze.
Mobei Jun kissed him, hot and messy, and pushed Shang Qinghua fully on to his back. The robe opened, and Mobei Jun squeezed his chest, making Shang Qinghua moan. Shang Qinghua clutched at Mobei Jun’s shoulders and wrapped his legs around his waist, feeling his cock slid against his hip. It was so big…
Sharp teeth pinched one of Shang Qinghua’s pink nipples, tugging on it. Shang Qinghua squirmed, rutting against Mobei Jun’s cock. Mobei Jun groaned, deep and guttural, and he ripped the rest of Shang Qinghua’s clothes off. Shang Qinghua panted and tried to remember what the travelers like – he grabbed both his thighs and pulled them up against his chest, a flush trailing down his chest. With a growl, Mobei Jun dived down between Shang Qinghua’s legs.
A long tongue lapped across Shang Qinghua’s wet folds and he nearly screamed. Mobei Jun grabbed Shang Qinghua’s legs and tossed them over his shoulders, allowing Shang Qinghua to grab at the blankets and arch to his heart’s content as he was eaten out. He ground his clit down against Mobei Jun’s broad tongue, huffing and moaning. Mobei Jun huffed, claws pricking Shang Qinghua’s soft thighs, blood trickling out.
“M-my Lord!” Shang Qinghua moaned as Mobei Jun’s tongue slipped inside. It was wide and long, filling him as surely a human cock – in fact, even better. Shang Qinghua ground his heels into Mobei Jun’s powerful back, squirming and whimpering. Mobei Jun gave him no quarter, practically folding Shang Qinghua in half as he ate him out. “O-o-oh…!”
Shang Qinghua shuddered and squealed as he came, squeezing his thighs tight around Mobei Jun’s head. Mobei Jun kept his ministrations up until Shang Qinghua was oversensitive and pushing at his forehead to get him away for a moment of relief.
Mobei Jun pulled away, wiping his mouth. His eyes were ice cold yet on fire, burning right through Shang Qinghua. He then leaned back down and groped Shang Qinghua’s chest, sucking on his nipples. Tears prickled at the corners of Shang Qinghua’s eyes, clutching at Mobei Jun’s long, thick hair. His fangs pricked at Shang Qinghua’s soft skin, leaving bruises in his wake.
Shang Qinghua whimpered, spreading his legs and wriggling his hips. Mobei Jun growled and grabbed Shang Qinghua’s waist and flipped him over on to his hands and knees. Shang Qinghua pressed his face against the pillows and lifted his ass high into the air, trying to entice Mobei Jun.
Mobei Jun pulled Shang Qinghua’s folds apart, a low rumbling noise coming from his chest. Shang Qinghua panted in excitement, whining as the thick head of Mobei Jun’s cock rubbed against his entrance. He pushed in slowly, Shang Qinghua’s eyes rolling into the back of his head and mouth opening in a cry. He was so big, filling Shang Qinghua until he felt like he was about to burst.
Mobei Jun leaned over Shang Qinghua’s back, panting into his ear.
“You’re so wet,” he growled. “I’m going to breed you full.”
Shang Qinghua nearly orgasmed right then and there.
Mobei Jun pounded him without mercy, skin slapping together wet and messy. Shang Qinghua hiccupped, crying and moaning and clutching at the blankets. His normal intelligence had long since fled, replaced with an animalistic desire to be filled and bred until he was round with it. His cheek was pressed against the pillow, tongue lolling as he was hammered until boneless and numb. Mobei Jun’s cock was so long and thick it pressed against his most sensitive spots with every thrust.
With the last of his strength, Shang Qinghua reached down and touched his clit, desperately rubbing it in circles. He arched his back and spread his legs even more, Mobei Jun’s thrusts going harder and deeper until he felt it in his throat. Tears flowed freely down his flushed face, drool trickling out of his mouth. He was stretched out to his breaking point.
He snapped.
With a scream, Shang Qinghua clenched down, squirting on Mobei Jun’s cock. He thrust back and forth, body moving like it was possessed. Mobei Jun reared back with a roar, slamming into Shang Qinghua and pumping him full until it was dripping down Shang Qinghua’s inner thighs.
Mobei Jun rolled them on to their sides, not pulling out. Shang Qinghua squirmed and squeezed in the aftermath of his orgasm until Mobei Jun softly mouthed the nape of his neck and calmed him down. He looked down at his belly, ever so slightly distended, and found himself growing slick again.
“Insatiable,” Mobei Jun rumbled.
“My Lord,” Shang Qinghua mumbled. Mobei Jun nosed his ear.
“Tomorrow, we’ll head back to my castle,” he declared, and rolled them over, Shang Qinghua moaning in delight.