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„B-Binghe.“
„Yes, Shizun.“ Luo Binghe purred and ran his rough tongue along Shen Qingqiu’s ear, leaving it wet and sensible to every gust of his breath. He slowly stirred his hips, delighted to hear soft sounds leaving the older man in his arms. “Are you uncomfortable?”
“Of course, I’m fu-“ Shen Qingqiu paused and looked down at the small living being in his warm embrace, innocently suckling on his right breast. “Of course, I’m uncomfortable.” He then hissed quietly and groaned.
He felt so full and stuck.
It was one of the evening routines Binghe had established in the last few months. Before A-Jia had been born, Binghe was proud to call himself the owner of everything Shen Qingqiu. Proud of impregnating his Shizun and thereby changing his body even further.
Not a day went by without Luo Binghe hanging on to his nipples - wanting to “prepare” Shen Qingqiu for his daughter and he ended up being quite successful with the way Shen Qingqiu’s breasts filled with milk over time.
However, once experiencing the first rays of sunshine, A-Jia quickly monopolized the upper part of her mommy, which threw his despicable husband into a silent fit of jealousy and scorched the last few sane braincells of his. Thus, Shen Qingqiu’s current predicament was the result.
Hugging his baby girl close to his bare chest, Shen Qingqiu tried to overcome the urge to moan in front of her. In contrast to his child, who was huddled cosily in a blanket within his arms, he and Luo Binghe were sitting naked on their bed – or well, Binghe was.
Shen Qingqiu was speared deep on his husband’s abnormally huge dick, that had been busy with stretching his body for many hours already and begged his womb for entrance with every move.
Warm slick was continuously trickling down from his reddened, puffy cunt and it slowly slid along Binghe’s muscular thighs to taint the black sheets underneath.
“Mmh, it doesn’t look like my wife is uncomfortable in the slightest.” Shen Qingqiu frowned as he could literally feel the sly grin next to his face. “You’re so soft and wet inside.”
Shen Qingqiu gritted his teeth and debated whether he would get away with headbutting his husband, but his thoughts were interrupted, and a loud groan escaped his lips.
“B-Beast!”
His pussy contracted against his will and tightened around Binghe’s hot, unsatiable flesh even further as sharp teeth suddenly grazed his left nipple, teasing his skin with the threat of pain.
Shen Qingqiu started squirming in Binghe’s arms, still careful not to disturb his daughter. But a burning heat spread from within his very core, crawling up his spine until Shen Qingqiu could not help but arch his back, displaying his swollen, glistening clit that was begging for attention.
“You’re mine.” Binghe murmured, quite satisfied with himself, before closing his mouth around the sensitive, erected nipple to suck harshly on it until milk began to flow freely. His rough tongue circled wetly around the bud - all too eager to lick up every last drop, mixing spit and milk with a loud squelching noise that caused Shen Qingqiu to flush from his chest upwards.
Humming softly, Binghe slowly opened his dark eyes - pupils blown wide, to stare intensely at the man inside his arms. Slurping up the last few drops, Binghe felt delighted about the shudder that the sound elected in his Shizun. “Every piece of you is mine.” He growled and made his point known by leaving a reddened bite mark on his chest.
“Nggh!” A thin trail of tears ran down Shen Qingqiu’s cheeks and he was torn between the awkwardness of his daughter and husband, both suckling on his tits but also the great feeling of being able to provide for them, filling them with warmth and love.
Shen Qingqiu gritted his teeth – he would not try to acknowledge the growing feelings of affection for his husband anytime soon, not without shame. Thus, Shen Qingqiu forcefully grabbed a handful of his husband’s hair to yank him closer to his own face.
“You wish.” He literally spat into the beast’s face, pleased to see the translucent fluid landing on the corner of the other’s mouth.
However, Luo Binghe only grinned wider, running his tongue along his pink lips to catch Shen Qingqiu’s spit in one swipe before rising up and locking his husband in a breath-taking kiss.
Shen Qingqiu moaned in annoyance, not only irked about tasting his own spit with the beast’s but also his own milk was blending into the mix. He tried to withdraw his head, but Binghe was refusing to let him leave, dragging him back with a harsh tug on Shen Qingqiu’s lip with his teeth and a sharp thrust up into his sensitive pussy.
Ignoring the sting in his lower lip, Shen Qingqiu could not help but cut the kiss off in order to cry out pitifully, tearful eyes looking down at Luo Binghe – he was not sure whether the other saw pure hatred or forced pleasure in them. Shen Qingqiu just hoped either of those things would make the other stop.
But Luo Binghe only hummed softly, a small smirk gracing his soft lips. “Shizun.” He giggled a little deranged. “We deserve each other.”
Dark, blown eyes stared up into Shen Qingqiu’s face – chaining his body, breaking his soul.
“My love. My weakness. My doom.”