Luo Binghe came to him at night.
“Are you done fucking your whores?” Shen Jiu asked casually. He crossed his legs in a whisper of a movement, manicured hand resting with casual elegance on his knee. His head was held high, expression cold and quiet. He was resplendent in verdant robes, hair a silk sheet down his back. If not for the swell of his belly, the clean folds of his robes only just veiling his figure, he was every bit the picture of a lofty immortal. “You know better than to come to me reeking of their stink.”
It had been two days since Luo Binghe’s last visit.
Dismissing the servants, Luo Binghe closed the doors behind him. Shen Jiu’s palace was a splendid work of architecture and wealth. Several residences, towers, galleries, gardens, and outbuildings made up the vast estate. A dwelling worthy of an empress.
Stepping forward, gait a slow prowl, Luo Binghe smiled charmingly. “Shizun greets his husband so coldly. You’ll hurt our feelings.”
Shen Jiu's face remained impassive. His fan snapped open, dark eyes peering over the silk leaves. "The day I draw blood from you, is the day I walk out of this miserable place. Enough with your childishness."
Mean, spiteful, always quick to the cut. Mouth made of venom and serrated knives, his sultry allure made Luo Binghe's pulse quicken. "Shizun shouldn't wish the title of widower on his husband's shoulders."
Shen Jiu allowed a thin smile. "So you'll only let me leave in a coffin? How romantic of you."
He turned his head, side profile lovely, clawing forth more of Luo Binghe's burgeoning desire. Luo Binghe had come with obvious intentions, never one to deny himself. Shen Jiu knew him well enough to see past his gentleman's mask. It was an old song and dance, Shen Jiu deriving pleasure from making Luo Binghe's life difficult. He was as prickly as an alley cat, acting pampered and docile only when the situation was to his advantage. Given the chance, Luo Binghe didn't doubt his 'wife' would slip a knife under his ribs.
He never tired of Shen Jiu's unique company. "This husband only wished to see Shizun and pay my respects. I've missed Shizun dearly."
"More like, your dick still isn't wet enough," Shen Jiu said, huffing a small laugh. He snapped his fan shut, setting it aside carefully. It had been a gift from their eldest daughter. "Well, I'm tired. Your brats kept me up. Get out unless you want my foot up your ass.
"Unless," Shen Jiu said, leaning forward, hair whispering off his shoulder to fall against his knee. His dark, dark eyes locked with Luo Binghe's. "You have come to grovel at my feet. In which case, proceed. I've missed seeing you on your knees."
Caustic as always, beautiful as a rose full of thorns. Shen Jiu's response was exactly what Luo Binghe came looking for. His lips curved in amusement. Conscious of the fire he was playing with, he fanned the flames. "Shizun shouldn't be jealous. He should know my duties better than anyone. I cannot leave my harem unattended."
Shen Jiu's eyes were suddenly quite sharp and focused on him. In their depths, Luo Binghe saw the very real threat of violence, but also a wealth of possibilities. An old song and dance. Luo Binghe never tired of it.
"My wives are upstanding, well-bred, talented young ladies. Did Shizun not make sure they were suitable for me? I recall Shizun laboring over every candidate. Even my concubines must first pass Shizun's tests before they're allowed to enter the Palace."
Without hesitation, he took Shen Jiu's hand and raised it to his lips. Luo Binghe smiled against soft skin. "Shizun is my favorite, my most beloved. Does this husband not dote on him? Shizun has no need to worry he will lose his place in my heart."
Shen Jiu tried to pull his hand away. Luo Binghe held on firmly. Keeping his grip on Shen Jiu's hand, he dragged his thumb over the pulse point. Bemused, Luo Binghe felt Shen Jiu's pulse jump, his scent thicken. He took in a long, deep breath through his nose, dragging the scent through his lungs.
Shen Jiu's eyes sharpened, warning him. He pursed his lips in obvious reproach, drawing Luo Binghe's eyes to his mouth.
Hunger gnawed at his stomach.
"How are you worse than your brats?" Shen Jiu spat, derision dripping from every word. However, his elegant fingers drummed against his knee, throat swallowing. Little tells Luo Binghe knew well. "Are you the child or are they? Acting like a sticky street urchin begging for sweets. Disgusting."
Luo Binghe nuzzled the hand in his hold, sneaking a taste with the tip of his tongue. "Shizun didn't spoil me when I was a boy. He should spoil me as a man."
Shen Jiu sneered. He rose, signaling the end of the conversation. But when he picked up his fan from its resting spot, Luo Binghe closed his hand tighter over Shen Jiu’s wrist and tugged Shen Jiu to him. Luo Binghe bent his head so his lips were close to Shen Jiu’s mouth. Shen Jiu inhaled, a short, breathy sound. He looked up at him. Several strands of Luo Binghe’s hair had fallen and curtained one side of Shen Jiu’s face, closing them in a quiet space together.
The thick sweet aroma that soaked deep inside him.
Heat that could melt his viscera in one single breath.
Luo Binghe took the swirling currents of Shen Jiu’s hair and drew Shen Jiu’s mouth upon his own, scoring him with his tongue. He took small nibbles of Shen Jiu's lips, breathing on his lashes as he drew him closer, closer, until he brought him all the way to him, their fingers still loosely linked so that Shen Jiu's nails were brushing against Luo Binghe's thigh.
Shen Jiu’s dark eyes seared into him, fearless and stubborn. Asking for entrance, Luo Binghe teased his lips gently.
He never knew if Shen Jiu would respond generously to his advances, or cleave his tongue in two and him with it. The dangerous thrill heightened his desire. Made Luo Binghe ache for him.
Shen Jiu was a hardwon battle, never a true surrender. He made Luo Binghe work for every drop of his attention. Pregnancy made him crueler, sharper, meaner.
It also increased Shen Jiu’s appetite and made him incredibly territorial.
Luo Binghe, completely lacking morals, never hesitated to take advantage.
Nosing Shen Jiu's throat, he laved the bond mark over his scent gland with long strokes of his tongue. The scar was sensitive, sending pulses of pleasure through Shen Jiu's body whether he wanted them or not. Limbs going soft, Shen Jiu gave a weak shudder and allowed himself to be coaxed, lashes dipping as he relaxed into the kiss. Pushing forward, Luo Binghe’s hand slid down to Shen Jiu’s thigh, tugging his legs open. He pressed closer, let Shen Jiu feel his hardness against his belly as he left his mouth and nipped beneath Shen Jiu’s ear. His hand dug through several layers of brocade silk, fingers finding Shen Jiu's sex. Luo Binghe thumbed the head, gave the length a firm stroke.
Shen Jiu spasmed, breath catching in his throat. His hand slid up to the back of Luo Binghe's head. He stroked through Luo Binghe's hair, a sensuous caress, as well as a reproof. Luo Binghe hissed in pleasure at the sudden hard pull, continuing to lick and nip at the bond mark.
"First, wash the stink off," Shen Jiu said, a pretty flush beginning to stain the top of his cheeks.
Sucking several bruises on the pale skin of his throat, Luo Binghe replied cheerfully, "Wash it off for me, with your own."
He could smell Shen Jiu's desire, blatant and shameless as Luo Binghe's own, feel his pulse hammer against him. This game of theirs was as much part of their courtship as their fights and arguments. A prologue for the main course.
Shen Jiu's fingers yanked on his hair, pulling Luo Binghe with him when he began to walk backward toward the bed. Luo Binghe wrapped his fingers around the hard cock in his hand, smearing the abundant precum over the head and stripping the length. His lower abdomen coiled tightly, anticipation making his blood thrum hotly under the skin.
Shen Jiu made a pleased sound in the back of his throat, stopping when the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed. In one fluid movement, he'd reversed their positions, pushing Luo Binghe down onto the bed. Luo Binghe went willingly, cock with no sense at all, high and stiff, calling all sorts of attention to itself. Whether Shen Jiu would take care of it or crush it underneath his heel ― well, it wouldn't be the first time.
Shen Jiu sat on the foot of the bed, spreading out the hem of his robes in a half moon before him and smoothed it. Sitting there with his dark hair falling on his creamy shoulders, smelling of Luo Binghe and the babies he'd put in him, he was bewitching. His hands rose to the ruffled collars of his robes, pulling them further down his shoulders, baring the swell of his chest and taunting Luo Binghe with his proximity.
Shen Jiu's nipples were dark, swollen with milk. The polish on his nails shone against pale skin when he brought his fingers up to cup the swollen mounds.
Luo Binghe's nostrils flared, pupils dilating.
Shen Jiu cocked an eyebrow at the unanswered desire in Luo Binghe's eyes. His hands moved to pull the fastenings of Luo Binghe's trousers, freeing his cock. Rather than cower in the face of a predator, the foolish thing strained eagerly toward Shen Jiu's touch. Shen Jiu's lips quirked into a half smile. It was not a kind smile. A wiser man would run.
Luo Binghe had long accepted being made a fool by this person. If it would keep him by his side, Luo Binghe would go to many great lengths. Being ridiculed was far by one of the easiest sacrifices he'd made in the long run of their relationship.
"Take pity on your poor husband, Shizun," he said, voice rough, slowly being driven mad by watching Shen Jiu's gaze course over him, linger. "Forgive your husband his transgressions. If I did not visit Shizun sooner, it is because I wanted Shizun to rest before I could have him under me again."
His fingers laced into fists, knowing better than to reach out and touch, when he did not have permission to do so.
"I advise you to think twice, the next time you come to me covered in the stench of your whores." Rising to his knees, Shen Jiu spread the hems of his robes out like a curtain just above his knees and straddled Luo Binghe's chest.
Looking up at him, Luo Binghe shamelessly strained his neck to try to peek under his robes.
Shen Jiu gave him a mocking smile. His hand patted Luo Binghe's cheek, a sweet sting. "Move, and I go fuck one of your men."
He walked on his knees, as delicate in his movements as a crane through water. Watching the hem lift above him as Shen Jiu moved toward his head, Luo Binghe felt the wave of trapped heat beneath. He inhaled him a moment before Shen Jiu released the robe and it drifted over his face, closing Luo Binghe into darkness. The soft fabric brushed his jaw, the lines of his shoulders and biceps as Shen Jiu moved, now a wild cat gliding slowly through his territory. When Shen Jiu straddled his head, his thighs brushed Luo Binghe's temples, the heat of him above him as Shen Jiu progressed.
He registered wetness on his face. Warmth. Arousal. Shen Jiu's slick dripping down his thighs to stain Luo Binghe with his mark.
"Well?" Shen Jiu said, laughter woven through his voice. "Show me how sorry you are. I'll consider forgiving you, if you please me enough."
Luo Binghe didn't need any more prompting. He eased upward and began to lap at him, swirling the tip of his tongue over the tight furl of his entrance. Shen Jiu was gushing, wet and ready, begging to be fucked. Luo Binghe didn't rush, didn't try to devour him in one bite. Didn't want to nip at Shen Jiu like a dog, clumsy and lacking finesse. He teased, stroked, made Shen Jiu moan and rock his hips into the push of the wet muscle. Luo Binghe closed his lips over Shen Jiu's sodden hole and sucked, made him feel the friction of his tongue deep inside him, delving deeper, using his neck muscles to strain higher. Shen Jiu groaned, riding his face. His thighs strained. Trembled as Luo Binghe clamped his lips tighter over him, suckling around his thrusting tongue.
Breathing heavily, Shen Jiu dug his hand into Luo Binghe's chest, leaning back for balance. The imprint of all five nails seared into Luo Binghe like a tattoo. He sped up the worship of his tongue, earning more little sighs and moans from Shen Jiu's lovely voicebox. Shen Jiu began to rub himself faster against Luo Binghe's mouth, the wet heat of his body lubricating his movements. Luo Binghe felt his cheeks, mouth, and chin get drenched with his slick. He reveled fiercely in it, Shen Jiu's taste. He prided himself in his skill, in his ability to wring pleasure from his cold, prickly lover, drive him wild until his hardheaded stubbornness fell to pieces at Luo Binghe's feet.
He bit Shen Jiu's thigh when he felt him start to move, leaving his face. His teeth clamped down gently inside Shen Jiu's leg, trying to hold him, but Shen Jiu only laughed. He kept going, the skirt of the robes whispering over Luo Binghe's face, a trail of silk permeated with Shen Jiu's scent. His pretty cock strained against his pretty robes, leaving a telltale wet patch.
"I should leave you like this," he said in a teasing drawl, a breathlessness to his words that soothed Luo Binghe's ego. "Aching for me. Maybe it'll teach you some of those manners I never quite beat into you, hmm?"
His knees moved over Luo Binghe's torso, down, down. When the robe slipped from Luo Binghe's face completely, Shen Jiu was straddling his hips, thighs on each side of him. His scrumptious ass hovered over Luo Binghe's cock, giving him the incredulous hope he'd impale himself, bless Luo Binghe’s cock with that welcoming glove.
Lips drawn in a wide grin, Shen Jiu cupped the swell of his small breasts, closing his fingers over the fat nipples. Beads of milk dripped down the valley of his torso in thin rivulets, glistening on his fair skin.
Luo Binghe's throat dried, cock jumping, brushing eagerly against the cleft of Shen Jiu's ass. "Shizun," he cried, barely stopping the hump of his hips. "Mercy for your husband."
Shen Jiu ignored him, cruel to the bone. He reached between his legs with both hands and came away with wet fingers. Luo Binghe's breath left him, lungs straining, burning. Shen Jiu took no pity in him. Rocking his hips, Shen Jiu took his cock in hand and stroked himself against Luo Binghe's stomach. Bumped Luo Binghe's weeping cock with each undulation of his ass, hips in a sinuous dance above him.
Luo Binghe would prefer death to this exquisite torture.
"You look pathetic," Shen Jiu said, arching back, a lithe move to trace his damp fingers along the inside of Luo Binghe's right leg and then his left. His ass pushed Luo Binghe's cock down with the crescent angle of his body. Fingers leaving his cock with a soft sigh, Shen Jiu ran both hands along the outside of Luo Binghe's calves, then his thighs, marking him with the honey he'd gathered on his hands.
In that position, if Luo Binghe ignored the screaming of his neck, he could look down his body to an unimpeded view of Shen Jiu's hole in its glistening, dripping state.
It was worth the neck trauma.
"Aren't you supposed to be some great demon lord? You don't look like one to me." Shen Jiu continued to rock upon him in that relentless, slow rolling motion, sparking friction between them. Luo Binghe groaned loudly at the feel of more of Shen Jiu's slick making tiny tracks over his body. "You look like a starving beast. A pathetic little animal. Do you want to suck at my tit that badly?"
Still arched, he reached behind, penetrating himself, fingers coming away wet again. Stretching further, he painted circles of his fluids on Luo Binghe's ankles, the arches of his feet.
Only three months along, the swell of Shen Jiu's belly was small. But the stretch of his body in this position made the robes pull tight against his figure, highlighting the small bump and making it more obvious. The sight spiraled a new scalding heat through Luo Binghe's body, setting his nerves aflame. His cock ached, arousal edging into pain.
When at last Shen Jiu seemed satisfied with his work, his pale face was flushed, eyes glittering. He sank his fingers into himself again, oiling himself all the way to his top knuckles. Gripping Luo Binghe’s cock in a tight fist, tight enough to injure a weaker man, Shen Jiu used his dew to lubricate Luo Binghe's length. He moved, shifting into place, pressing his buttocks around Luo Binghe, rubbing. Slow, up, and down.
Unbidden, a thought came to him, breaking through the mad desire fogging Luo Binghe’s head.
When cats rub their faces against you, they're marking you with their scent.
Hypnotized by the glide of Shen Jiu's body, it was the last clear thought Luo Binghe had. The feel of Shen Jiu's ass pressed around his cock robbed Luo Binghe of all coherency, sliding up and down, teasing him with the memory of the tight heat of his body.
Haughty as an empress, Shen Jiu's upper body tilted up, the small breasts quivering, glossy hair whispering sensuously against his shoulders. Staring down at Luo Binghe imperiously, he cut him to the quick with his sharp eyes. "If your women could see you now. So desperate. So needy. Hungry slut. How many of them would still accept your cock?" He stroked Luo Binghe's face, smearing his juices on him. His smile was chilling, and made Luo Binghe even harder. "I should put a baby in you. I doubt they'd stay with you once you start waddling."
Luo Binghe swallowed thickly, whimpering. When Shen Jiu leaned down over him, his nipple just over his mouth, Luo Binghe wanted to bite down like a rabid animal. He remembered himself enough to close his lips over the nipple with a gentle sucking pressure, else he'd end up with a sword run through him again before he got the chance to get his dick wet. With great fortitude, he ignored his aching need, cock hard and large against Shen Jiu, sliding on his slick. Instead, he focused on Shen Jiu's chest.
After three pregnancies with Shen Jiu, Luo Binghe's tongue was his most skilled weapon, used more persuasively than when he once used it to eat his women's cunts. With practice, he'd learned to get over his fascination with nipples and only stimulate them when the timing was right, the rewards great. So he licked Shen Jiu slowly, methodically, almost like a cat bathing him, and was rewarded by Shen Jiu's purr and the sweet trickle of milk in his mouth.
Shen Jiu caught Luo Binghe's hair in his fingers, tugging. "Don't be a glutton. Leave some for the brats."
His purr became a growl when Luo Binghe switched to using teeth. He seized the nipple, bit down, held with rigid pressure as he flicked it rapidly with his tongue, released it to let the blood rush back into it, then did it again. His hard cock bumped insistently against Shen Jiu's buttocks, his thighs, the liquid on the tip of Luo Binghe's cock marking him.
Shen Jiu tightened his grip on Luo Binghe's hair, shifting, pushing the other nipple into his mouth. Luo Binghe wanted to fuck inside him so bad he felt flayed alive, but still reverently accepted Shen Jiu's offering. He lashed him with his tongue, closing his lips over the nipple with tight suction, laving the bud to ease the sting before suckling loudly. He could hear the incoherent plea in the back of Shen Jiu's throat, knew he was close, could come from just having his nipples played with.
As Shen Jiu began to climax, Luo Binghe snarled his desire against him, but kept up the sensual torment of his nipple, reaching with his hand to pluck the second bud with skilled fingers, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, wringing more sweet moans from Shen Jiu's vicious mouth.
With a shout, Shen Jiu surged forward, humping himself on Luo Binghe with abandon, thighs spread wide, cock dragging over Luo Binghe's hard stomach, knees sinking into the bed. He spurted his release in thick ropes, marking Luo Binghe with his come, the pure note of pleasure Shen Jiu cried out driving him wild with need.
By the gods, he wanted to fuck him so badly.
Shen Jiu went for a long time. The climax wringing cry after cry out of him, then small harsh moans of aftershocks that kept Shen Jiu shuddering, head bowed and hair covering his face.
Shameless and greedy, Luo Binghe strained against him, cock throbbing futilely for what Shen Jiu held just out of reach.
When Shen Jiu drew back, he pressed his temple onto Luo Binghe's shoulder, nestled his cheek into Luo Binghe's armpit, as if he were getting as close as he could. As close as he would let himself be, to having Luo Binghe's arms around him.
So Luo Binghe reached to twine their fingers together, holding them with simple, loose intimacy. Shen Jiu's lashes fanned Luo Binghe's skin as he closed his eyes, moving to press his temple to his.
Luo Binghe stayed still beneath him, turning so his breath was on Shen Jiu's hair. "I didn't fuck anyone before coming to you."
The last shudder passed through Shen Jiu with a soft sound. "I know. Do you think I would let you touch me if you had? Now shut up, don't speak when I fuck you. It ruins the mood."
Luo Binghe barely had time to draw breath before Shen Jiu guided his cock between his thighs and drove himself down to the hilt on Luo Binghe. Shen Jiu was soaking wet, eager to take him, silken muscles rippling around him, wresting a cry from Luo Binghe's throat.
It was pure, hot possession. Shen Jiu growled against Luo Binghe's panting mouth, hips driving fiercely into him, "All the effort I put into raising you, shouldn't I reap some of the rewards?"