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You say I make you nervous, a tragedy I’m a beautiful disaster, a reckoning...
Liu Qingge’s sick of the color red.
It follows him like a phantom, usually accompanied by a shadow of black and the smell of danger and arousal.
Liu Qingge desperately tries to escape it, but being trapped inside the tall walls of Luo Binghe’s estate he isn’t permitted to go far. Especially with his wings shackled to his arms, trailing the lengths of his arms and never permitted to so much as stretch.
It’s painful. What used to be so carefully groomed has matted up and become bloodied, feathers yanked everytime that demonic brat came in contact. Hes taken to tying the feathers in his hair, sewing it onto his robes and letting the deep blue clash with his black and red. It hurts Liu Qingge every time he see’s that demonic grin etched across Luo Binghe’s face, and it kills him every time he tries to fly and gets hit with unbearable agony for trying to forgoe the peace treaty.
He never wanted to marry Luo Binghe. But Yue Shixiong made it clear that he should be willing to do anything for his sect. So with a sick feeling churning his gut, he had stood tall and proud in Bai Zhan robes as he descended atop Luo Binghe’s palace in the demon realm.
“If you don’t wish to wear red the easy way, I suppose this one will have to paint it red the harder way.”
He was wed in blood, his wings stuck to his shredded robes as they bowed to heaven and earth. With no family for him, he turned to bow towards Luo Binghe’s instead. It was a humiliating ordeal, more so that wedding night. Rather than sex, they fought tooth and nail to become the victor. After, Liu Qingge was fucked through a painful orgasm that had him screaming.
Embarrassingly so, it felt good.
Liu Qingge gazed forlornly at the lotus pond outside his residence. The petals glistened from the pond water splashing and the gentle animals tapping against the surface. The moon reflected hazily against the surface, shuddering as a leaf drifted from the tall plum tree he kneeled beneath. Ripe fruit ready to burst hung heavily on the branches, framing Liu Qingge’s remorseful frame. Dull wings lay plastered to his back, still soft yet not as clean and well cared for as they used to be. The talons resting at each finger tip curved a dark black, seeming tipped with a hint of blood no matter how many times he attempted to wash them clean.
Bloody cuts ran along his wrists, bandaged in a specific way that it blended in with his scandalously open empress robes he was dressed in. They were red, and miraculously not tore through yet. But from the hum in his blood, he knows thats gonna change soon.
“Wife.” A cold voice from behind him tore at his eardrums, igniting anger that never seems dissipate. Liu IQngge simply stood gracefully, willing his talons to sharpen as he walked out from behind the tree. He was met with a red eyed man, his handsomely dangerous face twisted in it’s own unique way. Despite being so brutish, Liu Qingge is quick to figure many things out. One being why he’s here.
And that's to appease the darkness inside the demon.
Faster than a hell tiger, Luo Binghe darted at him with the intent to kill. Liu Qingge raised his claws, blocking as he snarled and shoved the other back. Luo Binghe was undettered as he swung his claws made of blood, the feathers- Liu Qingge’s feathers- danced like the wildness in his eyes, taunting the phoenix. Angered, Liu Qingge grit his teeth and slashed with his extended claws only to catch air. Luo Binghe quickly darted around the other, slashing out and tearing at the muscle of his thigh and causing blood to spurt. Liu QIngge could barely feel it in his adrenaline, his mind focused on not dying and snatching a feather back from the bastard before him.
But its proved fruitless and Luo Binghe caught him by the throat, grunting through a direct stab from Liu Qingge. Despite being the suffocating mockery of an embrace, Liu Qingge continued to wildly cut and tear at Luo Binghe. But it wasn’t enough to sate the beast this time. No, he wants more.
Luo Binghe tossed him into the pond he loves so much, diving after and digging his parasitic blood claws into Liu Qingge’s flesh repeatedly. His squirting blood painted the delicate lotus’s, ruined the purity of the spiritual water, and painted Luo Binghe’s wild grin. Liu QIngge screamed through the water, clawing his way through the meat of Liu QIngge’s arms and abdomen. Another feathers as plucked from his wings, along with another, than another, and another.
Liu Qingge felt like passing out.
He was than wrenched from the pond, tossed into a wet heap as Luo Binghe tore and hit, breaking bones and coursing his blood through him to make him- make him-
Wet.
With a resounding squawk, Liu Qingge raked his talon’s across Luo Binghe’s face. He was enraptured by a shout from the demon, before he was hit even more ferociously. Liu Qingge beard with it, Getting in what little hits he could before Luo Binghe shoved him down with his blood and continued to cut one line next to another across Liu Qingge’s back. It didn't take long for him to realize he was cutting open old wounds, wrenching pained caws from Liu QIngge as he dug his knee against Liu QIngge’s pulsing cunts.
It hurt. It hurt than it felt good as it hurt than it hurt.
Liu Qingge warbled pathetically as blood began to trickle from his mouth, and he felt Luo Binghe tear the rest of his robes off. Two clawed fingers traced his wet slit, flicking and scratching his engorged clit in what can only be described as a mockery of a lovers touch. Just like his embrace.
Luo Binghe shoved them inside, shattering Liu Qingge till he was a crumpled, torn, petal on the ground. He created a stark contrast against the ground, tears streaming down as Luo Binghe cut him from the inside and rubbed his clit mercilessly. The claws remained, bringing forth a sweet blood that Luo Binghe leaned down to lap up with his ghastly demon tongue. Liu QIngge screamed through his slack jaw, eyes filled with pain and terror.
But Luo Binghe didn’t stop.
He added another, before they finally turned into blunt human fingers. They massaged the burning walls of his pussy, throwing him close to an orgasm he didn’t feel like having. The thumb flicking his clit hurt, the fingers inside tore him apart. It hurt hurthurthurt oh fuck-
Liu Qingge screamed as he came, squirting and burning his insides more. Tears fell down his cheeks, cascading down before it was replaced by blood. He began to bleed from all of his orifices, blood gurgling its way out as his daintians began to expand from the onslaught of trying to self heal than being torn down. He's going to die.