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Shang Qinghua let out a heavy groan, idly rubbing at his chest. It had been feeling odd for the last several days, like that pins and needles feeling one would get in their legs from sitting too long. If he were honest with himself, he was a little worried. He tried to recall the signs of a heart attack, the most obvious one being chest pain.
He wouldn’t really call this feeling pain, not exactly. It was uncomfortable and tight, sure, but not exactly what he would consider painful. And it didn’t really feel like the odd feeling came from inside his chest, more like the surface of his chest. Like the muscles, not his heart.
He thought he might have remembered something about shortness of breath, but that wasn’t a problem either. Really, it was just a strange feeling all around. Besides, could cultivators even have heart attacks? He’d never written anything like that, so he didn’t think they could.
If it wasn’t a heart attack, then Shang Qinghua was at a loss. He vaguely wondered if he should pay Mu Qingfang a visit. He eyed the stack of scrolls on his desk and let out a sigh. There was too much work to be done. He couldn’t afford to go to Qian Cao Peak at the moment.
If the odd feeling in his chest got worse, then he would go see Mu Qingfang.
Mind made up, he reached for another scroll. Ah, he was actually feeling thirsty so maybe a quick break would be in order. He had been sitting there for a while. A walk would do him good, too.
He stood and stretched, arms reaching above his head. Maybe he’d been sitting longer than he realized because there was also a pang of hunger in his belly. A snack was definitely in order.
He made his way to the kitchens, avoiding contact with the demons he passed along the way. He was too thirsty to deal with whatever insulting remarks they flung his way. Being the only human in a castle filled with demons could be quite stressful at times! He was thankful that Mobei-Jun seemed to be in a better mood these days.
After their disastrous first time together, Mobei-Jun’s mood had soured. Sorry, my King! But your pillar was more like a third leg! It wouldn’t just fit right in!
They hadn’t tried again and Shang Qinghua felt a little guilty about the entire thing. Mobei-Jun had made an effort to humor the little human’s request and then Shang Qinghua had pushed him away! He could understand why his King was short with him lately.
While Mobei-Jun had been in a generally grumpy mood, Shang Qinghua had tried to steer clear lest he incite his wrath! Then, he’d been busy with negotiating a peace treaty with the Taurus Clan and preventing a war from breaking out against the Vulpes Tribe.
Needless to say, Shang Qinghua had been kept quite busy over the last few months! He deserved a raise!
Despite Mobei-Jun being in a bad mood, he had stopped beating Shang Qinghua almost completely since he had agreed to stay. He said almost because there were, on occasion, moments when his King would thwack him on the head. But it was a light bop, almost affectionate!
Shang Qinghua wasn’t quite sure what that meant. But he much preferred this over the daily beatings! Especially now that Mobei-Jun had ascended, he was so much stronger than he had been before. Shang Qinghua would never have been able to survive if his King continued as he had!
He’d also finally gotten his pulled noodles. They’d been nothing like the ones that Bing-mei made, but they had been delicious in their own right! His stomach growled while he was waiting for the tea to finish steeping. He wondered if he would be able to convince his King to make more.
No, he better not push his luck. Instead, he found a pouch of melon seeds and began munching on the treat.
Once he finished his pot of tea, feeling much more refreshed, Shang Qinghua returned to work. He rounded a corner, hurrying to get back to work because he’d been gone longer than planned, and ran straight into a solid wall of ice.
Correction, a solid wall of ice demon king. “M-my King!” Shang Qinghua cried, rubbing the surprisingly tender spot on his chest where he’d bumped into Mobei-Jun.
“Shang Qinghua,” Mobei-Jun greeted, staring at the spot that the smaller man was rubbing with a slight frown. “Are you hurt?”
Shang Qinghua smiled weakly, waving dismissively, “Ah, not at all! Just a little bruise. You’re like a tank, you know?” His eyes widened as he realized what he said. “I-I mean, it’s nothing I can’t handle! Oh, I received a report this morning. The Taurus Clan sent…” Shang Qinghua quickly changed the subject, rattling on about the recent treaty with the Taurus Clan of the Western Grasslands.
A few weeks ago, there had been a banquet hosted by the Taurus Clan, a peaceful cow demon tribe that inhabited the grasslands directly bordering the southern most edge of Mobei-Jun’s kingdom. The banquet had been held in honor of signing the peace treaty. In exchange for a percentage of their crops, the Northern Desert would offer military aid should the need arise.
Shang Qinghua had worked months on the documents, negotiating details so that the treaty would be beneficial to both sides. The banquet had been surprisingly tolerable, quite possibly due to the alcohol that the Taurus Clan was known for; it was strong enough to get even demons drunk! He’d taken a shot of the strong alcohol, more sour than he had expected. That one shot had left him feeling quite a bit tipsy and he had politely declined a refill.
As he finished his rambling, Shang Qinghua realized they were still standing in the hallway and quickly apologized, “Ah, sorry, My King. I didn’t mean to keep you so long.”
Mobei-Jun hummed, unconcerned. He bopped Shang Qinghua on the back of the head, the corners of his mouth lifting the tiniest bit, before slipping away.
Shang Qinghua’s heart thudded in his chest, staring after the demon with wide eyes. What was that look for, my King?? That smirk was too sexy!
He realized he was wasting time, staring after Mobei-Jun like a lovesick teenage girl, and scrambled back to his office. He’d been gone far too long and needed to get back to work. However, the moment he sat down, he noticed a wet spot on his robes. “Did I spill my drink?” He stared at the stain. It had been a good fifteen minutes since he’d finished his tea and if he had spilled, surely it would have already dried by now.
Frowning, he tugged open his robes. The stain on his outer most robe was maybe the size of his thumbprint but as he peeled back each layer, the spot got a little bigger and wetter until he was staring down at his chest. His mouth fell open in shock.
There was a wet sheen covering his chest, concentrated around his nipple. As he carefully prodded the area, tender from when he’d bumped into Mobei-Jun a few minutes ago, his eyes widened as a pearly white bead of liquid welled up at the bud before dribbling down.
He shrieked.
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Shang Qinghua banged his head against his desk repeatedly. There was likely a mark on his forehead but that was the least of his concerns. He had calmed down after the initial shock of his discovery—at least he knew he wasn’t having a heart attack! However, that knowledge was an insignificant revelation compared to what was happening to him now .
How the hell was this even happening? Shang Qinghua wracked his brain, trying to figure out why he— he , a male—was lactating . He hadn’t come into contact with any weird flowers or plants as he’d been stuck in the castle, working almost nonstop for the last couple weeks.
Had he even written anything about some sort of poison or plant that caused lactation? He didn’t think he had, but it could also be the work of the System, filling in the gaps of worldbuilding.
Honestly, Cucumber-bro would probably be the best one to ask because that guy was obsessed with lore and worldbuilding. But that meant he would have to tell Shen Qingqiu what was happening! He would never live it down!
He tried to come up with something, but the pins and needles feeling in his chest had returned and it was distracting. “Uugghhhh…” he groaned as he sat up, pushing his chair away from the desk. Glancing around, making sure he was completely alone, Shang Qinghua opened the front of his robes and glared at his chest.
His pecs didn’t really look much different than normal. Maybe a tiny bit swollen around the nipples? It wasn’t like he’d grown breasts! Logically, he knew that it was possible for men to lactate. But those situations were rare and typically a medical problem.
Should he go see Mu Qingfang? Although, he would likely tell Shang Qinghua to circulate his qi to see if that helped.
Actually, why hadn’t he thought of that?
He concentrated on circulating his qi but that seemed to do absolutely nothing. Pressing his lips together, he hesitantly touched his chest, checking for lumps. Didn’t certain types of cancer cause lactation? The flesh felt a little softer than normal, a little tender, and he sucked in a breath when his finger grazed a pebbled bud, a flicker of warmth going straight to his cock.
He hurriedly fixed his robes, face red from embarrassment. Knowing this world, it was unlikely a medical problem so unfortunately, his best bet would be contacting Shen Qingqiu. “System, send a message to Cucumber-bro,” Shang Qinghua said, glad that they had figured out a way for the two transmigrators to communicate more easily.
[ What would the User like to say? ( ｀・ ω ・ ´) ]
“Tell him it’s really super important that we talk in person but no one’s dying! Emphasis on no one dying!”
[ Message sent! *\(^o^)/* ]
Shang Qinghua waved his hand, clearing the little blue screen out of his sight. It was only visible to him but it was still an eyesore.
He received a response within minutes, Shen Qingqiu informing him that he would be available tomorrow for afternoon tea, if he was able to wait that long. Shang Qinghua sighed and agreed before slumping in his chair.
Now he just had to hide this from Mobei-Jun. He couldn't even imagine how his King would react to finding out that his pathetic human servant was now lactating! He’d likely be disgusted. Or annoyed. Probably both, if Shang Qinghua were realistic.
A groan fell from his lips as he kicked his feet in frustration, hands running through his hair and making a mess of his bun.
Why did this happen to him??
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Shang Qinghua squirmed in his spot, kneeling at the low table, his cup of tea forgotten.
Green eyes fixed him with an incredulous stare, the rest of Shen Qingqiu’s face hidden by his ever-present fan. He looked as elegant as ever, his words carefully neutral, “Care to repeat that?”
Shang Qinghua shook his head, face reddening, “Not really, bro.”
Shen Qingqiu sighed and snapped his fan shut. “Well, the likeliest solution is—”
“I know, I know,” Shang Qinghua grumbled, hiding his face with his hands. “Papapa is the cure all. But it’s not like I can just go up to Mobei-Jun and tell him I need his pillar to cure this!” He gestured to his chest, tears in his eyes.
“Seriously, bro?”
“Seriously!”
“Bro,” Shen Qingqiu slammed his fan on the table, hard enough that the cups of tea sloshed and almost spilled. “How dense can you be?”
“We tried! And it was terrible! I thought I was dying!”
Shen Qingqiu raised a delicate brow, “You wanna run that by me again?”
Shang Qinghua slapped his hand over his mouth. He might have forgotten that his friend had been in the same boat. But he knew that, while his son was a heavenly demon and very well gifted, Luo Binghe was still half- human .
A full demon, like Mobei-Jun for instance, was another story! Still, Shang Qinghua kept his mouth shut. He needed Shen Qingqiu’s help and making him mad would be counterintuitive.
“So uh, any other ideas?”
“It would help if I had more information,” Shen Qingqiu reached for his tea, taking a careful sip. “You said you haven’t left the castle in weeks?”
“It’s been too busy, trying to keep up with everything. I barely have enough time to go to the bathroom, let alone eat or sleep!” Shang Qinghua grumbled, taking a drink of his own tea. It was the perfect temperature, just slightly warm and he polished it off, not realizing how thirsty he had been. He poured another cup and waited for it to cool off a bit.
“So we can rule out quite a bit. What about poison?”
Shang Qinghua shrugged, “I guess it’s a possibility?”
Shen Qingqiu flipped open his fan, once again hiding his face and lightly fanning himself. “Have you eaten anything strange lately?”
“Not really, most of the time I just snack on melon seeds or whatever I can find in the kitchen. Demons aren’t exactly great at cooking food for humans, you know?” Shang Qinghua eyed the tea but he could see steam rising from the cup, still too hot for his liking.
“You said your symptoms started a few days ago. What if it’s a delayed poison?”
Shang Qinghua pursed his lips, tapping his chin. If it was a delayed poison, then the last time he’d gone anywhere was the banquet held by the Taurus Clan a few weeks ago. His eyes widened and he cursed. “I think I might know what caused it. The Taurus Clan makes their own alcohol,” Shang Qinghua said.
“And of course you drank some.”
“It was the polite thing to do! I didn’t want to offend them, especially after I worked so hard to get everyone to agree,” Shang Qinghua defended.
Shen Qingqiu sighed, lazily flicking his fan. “I get it, you really didn’t have a choice. I’ll look into it, see what I can find. In the meantime, you and Mobei-Jun need to talk,” he gave Shang Qinghua a pointed stare.
“Cucumber-broooo….” Shang Qinghua whined.
“Talk to him, or else I won’t help.”
“…..fine.”
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Shang Qinghua stared down at the parchment, seeing the words but not registering their meaning. It had only been a day since he’d talked with Shen Qingqiu but there hadn’t been any news from the other transmigrator.
Shang Qinghua was feeling restless. Mostly because the odd feeling in his chest was getting tighter. It was a strange and rather uncomfortable pressure, and he was hoping his friend had some news, any news about a potential cure.
He sent a message through the System but the response he received made him grit his teeth.
[ Cucumber-bro asks: ]
[ — have you talked with Mobei-Jun? — ]
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Shang Qinghua flicked his wrist, waving away the blue screen with a frustrated sigh. He rested his elbows on the desk, burying his face in his hands.
It’s not like he could talk to Mobei-Jun anyway. His King was out patrolling the eastern border after learning of a potential smuggling operation in the last council meeting. He probably wouldn’t be back until much later.
Shang Qinghua clenched his fist and glared down at his chest. Twin stains were starting to bleed through his robes. The tightness was making him feel more than a little uncomfortable and he didn’t know how much longer he could stand it. His gaze flicked to the door. It was shut, but had he locked it? He bit his lip, pulse loud in his ears at the thought of what he was about to do.
With a resigned sigh, Shang Qinghua scurried to the door, bolting the lock. He didn’t need anyone barging in on him while he…
He couldn’t even think it!
Settling back in his chair, he hesitantly peeled off his robes, slipping his arms from the sleeves and exposing his dampened chest to the chilly air. His nipples pebbled immediately and he hissed, shivering a little. How was he supposed to do this?
Now that he got a better look, his pecs did look a little more swollen than they had been yesterday. He stubbornly pushed aside the thought that they were filled with breastmilk .
Bringing a curious hand to his left pec, he gently prodded the area. He frowned, not exactly enjoying the sensation but it didn’t quite hurt, either. A tiny bead of fluid formed at the tip of his nipple. “Aish, if this were my past life, I’d just look up how to do this,” he grumbled.
He continued poking and another bead welled up. It didn’t feel like it was really relieving the pressure at all, though. Pressing his lips together, he decided to just go for it and tweaked his nipple and pulled.
“Fuck!” he cried out, biting down on the fleshy part of his thumb to muffle his whimpers as a searing pain shot through him. Tears sprung to his eyes and he curled forward, gasping for breath.
Okay, that obviously wasn’t the right thing to do.
“Qinghua, what’s wrong?”
The sound of Mobei-Jun’s voice, laced with concern, startled Shang Qinghua so much, he fell out of the chair, landing on the floor with a thump. “M-my King?!”
Of course Mobei-Jun had chosen that exact moment to portal into the office. Shang Qinghua clutched his robes, attempting to shield himself but the sudden, jerky movements brushed against his chest and now all he felt was a bruising ache.
Mobei-Jun was by his side in a few quick strides, helping him back into the chair and damn, Shang Qinghua felt a little pathetic at that moment. Well, more pathetic than usual.
Big, cool hands rested on his bare shoulders as Mobei-Jun crouched in front of him. Shang Qinghua averted his eyes, not able to look at his King as he worked up the courage to tell him what happened. There was no avoiding it now, with Mobei-Jun watching him, lips dipped in a frown. He had seen too much and Shang Qinghua wouldn’t be able to brush this off.
“What happened?” Mobei-Jun asked when Shang Qinghua remained oddly silent.
Shang Qinghua opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. His face started to feel hot, embarrassed by the entire situation. He had gotten caught trying to…!
He still couldn’t even think it!
“Ah, so, remember that banquet at the Taurus Clan a couple weeks ago?” Shang Qinghua began slowly and when Mobei-Jun nodded, those icy blue eyes searching his face for answers, he continued. “Well, when they toasted to the peace treaty, the alcohol they used, it um. It had a bit of a side effect? It’s not bad, like, I’m not dying or anything! But um…”
“Qinghua, tell me what’s wrong,” Mobei-Jun said as he cupped Shang Qinghua’s cheek with his big hand. It felt blissfully cool against his heated skin and he leaned into the soft touch. Then he blinked, a little confused. Mobei-Jun was being so gentle! Especially for a demon!
Shang Qinghua tightened his grip on his robes, trying to figure out how to tell Mobei-Jun that he was lactating . He was going to think his little human servant was so weird! Weirder than usual!
Mobei-Jun’s gaze flicked to Shang Qinghua’s hands, watching as they fiddled with the fabric of his robes. “Show me?” His voice was soft like a caress and Shang Qinghua nodded. Maybe that would be easier than trying to get the words out. He dropped his hands to his lap, letting the robes fall away, revealing his aching chest, a shiny wetness concentrated around his nipples.
A strained noise, almost like a growl, came from Mobei-Jun and Shang Qinghua snapped his gaze to the demon. His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath in, his eyes fixed on Shang Qinghua’s chest, pupils blown so wide, there was barely any blue to be seen. “My King?” Shang Qinghua whispered, surprised by the reaction.
“Let,” Mobei-Jun started, voice rough. He swallowed tightly, meeting Shang Qinghua’s gaze with something akin to hunger in those eyes. “Let me help you?”
Was… Was Mobei-Jun aroused ?
His breath hitched, mouth falling open. Shang Qinghua had expected mild irritation or possibly even distaste from Mobei-Jun. Never had Shang Qinghua imagined this! He bit his lip and nodded.
In a flurry of movement, he was scooped up in Mobei-Jun’s arms as he opened a portal, stepping through and into his bedchambers. He settled on the edge of the bed and shifted Shang Qinghua to his lap, burying his face in the human’s neck as he wrapped his arms around his slim frame. Nothing happened for several long moments as Mobei-Jun took long, deep breaths, exhaling slowly.
Shang Qinghua wriggled a little, trying to get more comfortable as he let his legs fall on either side of Mobei-Jun, locking his ankles together behind his back. His hands found purchase on broad shoulders and he squeezed gently. “Um…” he said, not entirely sure what was going on.
Mobei-Jun lifted his face, meeting Shang Qinghua’s gaze. “While you visited Consort Shen, I spoke with Lord Luo,” he said.
Shang Qinghua’s brows furrowed in confusion. What did that have to do with what they were currently doing? Before he could voice his question, Mobei-Jun continued, “He offered advice, as human courting is vastly different from demons.”
“I-is it?” Shang Qinghua stuttered, face heating at the fact that Mobei-Jun and Luo Binghe had been talking about courting him. This was news to him, as he’d never focused on writing smut between demons. Luo Binghe and his harem was the only papapa he’d written and a majority of them were human!
Mobei-Jun hummed as his hands settled on Shang Qinghua’s sides, spanning his ribs. “Humans prefer affection instead of displays of strength.”
With his words, it seemed so obvious now. Shang Qinghua’s brows pinched together as a thought came to mind. “Wait, demons court by showing off their strength?” He asked. When Mobei-Jun nodded, Shang Qinghua continued, “Then, before, the daily beatings? That was… how demons court?”
Mobei-Jun nodded again.
“O-oh.”
Shang Qinghua had thought that their first time together had been mostly Mobei-Jun catering to his weird human servant. Since it had been so terrible for both of them, and with Mobei-Jun in such a grumpy mood afterwards, Shang Qinghua felt like it cemented the fact that he was the only one interested in a relationship.
But if the three-times-a-day beatings were anything to go by, Mobei-Jun had been courting him for years?!
Mobei-Jun’s hands were careful as they inched upwards, cupping his pecs with the lightest pressure. Shang Qinghua bit back a noise that threatened to spill from his lips. It felt nice, his cool hands against the practically swollen flesh. “You’re full,” Mobei-Jun rumbled, tongue darting out to wet his lips. Keeping one hand on Shang Qinghua’s left pec, the other slid around to his back, resting above the swell of his ass.
Shang Qinghua watched with rapt attention as Mobei-Jun started gently massaging the area around his pec, making small, circular motions and gradually working his way towards the peaked bud. After a few moments, he seemed satisfied, cupping Shang Qinghua’s chest with his thumb below the nipple and his forefinger above. Pressing in towards Shang Qinghua’s ribs, Mobei-Jun squeezed gently and held for a moment before releasing.
It didn’t hurt like it did when Shang Qinghua tried it himself but nothing happened. Mobei-Jun repeated the action a second and third time before Shang Qinghua gasped, fingers tightening on his shoulders. There was a strange tingling and then a dribble of milk. “H-how did you…”
Mobei-Jun seemed to understand what Shang Qinghua was asking and a smirk tugged at his lips as their eyes met. “Demons are not body shy like humans when feeding their young,” he explained as he continued squeezing and releasing, milk spilling down his hand in an almost steady stream.
Shang Qinghua gulped as a curl of warmth pooled in his groin. Why did his King have to be so sexy? He sighed, beginning to relax into Mobei-Jun’s arms as the pressure was relieved. Mobei-Jun seemed to take that as his cue to switch, repeating the actions on Shang Qinghua’s right pec. He stubbornly refused to think of his pecs as breasts, despite milk spilling down his chest from Mobei-Jun’s actions.
With the pressure relieved, Shang Qinghua melted against Mobei-Jun. Slumped against the demon, Shang Qinghua could feel something hard poking at his belly. He peeked down, spotting the tent in Mobei-Jun’s robes and his face went red. Mobei-Jun was clearly aroused by what was going on and Shang Qinghua was a little surprised that he was the cause.
He still couldn’t believe Mobei-Jun had been courting him for so long, without him knowing. They could’ve been having sex all the time instead of tiptoeing around each other!
Mobei-Jun pinched his chin between his fingers, a little sticky from his milk, Shang Qinghua noted before cool lips pressed against his own in a surprisingly chaste kiss. He pulled away, gaze flicking down to Shang Qinghua’s chest. “May I?”
Shang Qinghua nodded before he really understood what Mobei-Jun was asking. If he were honest, at that moment he would probably agree to whatever Mobei-Jun wanted. When soft lips enveloped the bud, face pressing against his chest, Shang Qinghua realized exactly what was happening.
Mobei-Jun suckled lazily, tongue occasionally swiping at the leaking nipple before he pulled away, lips shiny. Shang Qinghua’s cock throbbed and warmth filled him as Mobei-Jun focused his attention on his other breast, swallowing another few mouthfuls of milk before leaning back. The grin he wore was doing things to Shang Qinghua and he panted, pulling him into a kiss.
He could taste himself on Mobei-Jun’s lips. He didn’t know what he was expecting, maybe something like watered down cow’s milk? He found that it was a little thicker than that though, kind of subtle and tasted sweet like mild honey.
Shang Qinghua might have been biased, but it was surprisingly pleasant.
Mobei-Jun shifted them, shedding their robes as they moved. Completely naked, Shang Qinghua ended up on his back, underneath Mobei-Jun. His cock hung between his legs, heavy and dripping with precum. The head was tapered with a slight upward curve to the shaft, noticeable ridges along the underside from the base all the way to the tip.
It was a strangely beautiful pillar but easily the biggest one that Shang Qinghua had ever seen. He thought of himself as average-sized but Mobei-Jun nearly doubled his own, at least in girth; his length was only a little longer than Shang Qinghua’s.
Shang Qinghua swallowed. As relaxed as he felt, he was still a little nervous to take that length. It had hurt so much the last time! He knew it would get better, based on what he had seen in porn from his past life or even from the little bit that Cucumber-bro had told him. But still! He was a bit of a coward and pain scared him. He would fully admit that!
Mobei-Jun kneeled on the bed and reached for Shang Qinghua’s ankles, bringing his thighs together and draping them against his chest. Shang Qinghua could feel that large pillar pressed against the seam of his thighs and Mobei-Jun reached forward, hand gently squeezing his breast, soaking his fingers with breastmilk.
Shang Qinghua watched through hooded eyes as Mobei-Jun reached for his own cock, coating the length. Slickened, the cock nudged between his thighs and slipped along Shang Qinghua’s balls and cock, a soft moan spilling from his lips at the sensation. His own cock throbbed, fully hard as Mobei-Jun’s slid against his.
“Squeeze tighter,” Mobei-Jun growled, holding onto his ankles with one big hand, keeping Shang Qinghua’s legs raised and resting his other hand on his thigh for support.
Shang Qinghua did as he was told, clenching his thighs. He gasped as Mobei-Jun rutted forward, the slide causing pleasant tingles up and down his spine. He had no idea his thighs were so sensitive! Mobei-Jun began thrusting faster and Shang Qinghua could swear he felt those strange ridges brush against his cock.
He felt dizzy as the pleasure built, losing himself in the heavy weight of Mobei-Jun against him as he was nearly folded in half, hips stuttering forward. A low groan reached his ears, the drag of Mobei-Jun’s cock against his own making him drip precum over his stomach.
He couldn’t believe that this stunningly beautiful demon was attracted to a pathetic human such as himself. He had been for years, apparently! Not only that, but he was aroused by Shang Qinghua! He reached forward, cupping Mobei-Jun’s face between his palms and pulling him in for a messy kiss. Mobei-Jun groaned into the kiss, tongue sinking in and devouring the smaller man.
He never imagined thigh sex would actually feel good. Their first time had hurt because there’d been essentially no prep and Shang Qinghua moaned as his King’s thrusts sped up, short and deep, the head of his cock peeking out between his thighs and oozing precum. Would it feel good inside him, if they actually took their time and stretched him open?
His hole fluttered at the thought and Shang Qinghua keened as a particularly hard thrust had Mobei-Jun’s hips snapping against his ass, the slap of skin loud over their moans. Mobei-Jun pulled back, sliding his cock all the way out to hang between his legs.
“D-don’t stop,” Shang Qinghua pleaded when Mobei-Jun didn’t immediately return to fucking his thighs. He raised up on his elbows as Mobei-Jun shushed him, leaning forward and shifting them to lay on their sides. An arm snaked under him, hand resting against his belly and pressing him firmly back against Mobei-Jun’s chest. Shang Qinghua could feel that thick length glide against the cleft of his ass, catching the rim of his entrance before sliding between his thighs once more.
Mobei-Jun curled around him, pressing his mouth against Shang Qinghua’s neck, licking and biting the sensitive skin. When a cool hand wrapped around his length, Shang Qinghua jerked forward into the tight grip, seeking friction. His vision started to go a little spotty as Mobei-Jun worked his length, lazily rutting forward with long drags of his cock. The tip nudged his entrance as he pushed forward, sliding against his hole before settling between Shang Qinghua’s thighs.
He could feel his hole clench in anticipation as Mobei-Jun continued to drag his cock in long, languid thrusts. Shang Qinghua panted, trembling under the stimulation and it was almost too much, he was so close.
Mobei-Jun’s thrusts sped up, his hips going a little jerky as he sought release. Shang Qinghua clenched his thighs tighter, watching as the cockhead peeked out between them and slide against his own. When a big hand cupped his breast, gently coaxing more milk from the dusky nipple, Shang Qinghua cried out as the pleasure became too much, broken moans falling from his lips as he crested.
He spilled over Mobei-Jun’s hand, adding to the mess of precum and his own breastmilk, trembling in Mobei-Jun’s arms from the force of his release. Mobei-Jun growled in his ear, hand leaving Shang Qinghua’s softening cock to grab his hip, pulling them flush against each other as he came in long ropes all over Shang Qinghua’s belly and thighs.
Mobei-Jun panted against Shang Qinghua’s neck, his breath cool and sending pleasant shivers down his spine. Reaching a sluggish hand up, Shang Qinghua carded his fingers through the silky, dark strands, trying to catch his breath as his eyes fell shut.
He must have dozed off because the next time he opened his eyes, he was nestled between Mobei-Jun’s legs in the bathtub, the water pleasantly warm and not too hot. He tilted his head back, resting against Mobei-Jun’s broad chest as he glanced up at his King.
“So, um…”
“You drank kumis,” Mobei-Jun rumbled behind him, big hands gently rubbing at his shoulders, down his arms. “At the banquet.”
“Ah, is that what it’s called?”
Mobei-Jun hummed, “I was unaware. Would’ve told you.”
Shang Qinghua blinked then shifted in Mobei-Jun’s arms so they were facing one another. Eyes wide, he cried, “Wait, you knew this would happen?”
“There were rumors,” the demon responded, pulling Shang Qinghua in for a lazy kiss.
Shang Qinghua let himself lean against Mobei-Jun, feeling a stirring of warmth within him once more. His King didn’t seem too concerned about his human male servant suddenly lactating, so maybe it was okay to not worry about it.
At least for a little while.
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[ Cucumber-bro says: ]
[ — turns out kumis made by the taurus clan can induce lactation in humans no matter the gender — ]
[ — it’s not toxic but there’s no cure — ]
[ — good news tho — ]
[ — it’ll wear off if you just ignore it — ]
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