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Qiu Jianluo wasn’t expecting to meet with a cultivator today, let alone one that was demanding he hand over Shen Jiu and that he would pay any price for him. In all fairness, he hadn’t mentioned a specific price; he’d dropped a fat coin purse onto his desk in lieu of numbers.
Qiu Jianluo knew that look though; it was the one he wore every time he gazed down at Shen Jiu, thrilled to the core that he owned him. This man had a similar expression, only with the unfortunate twist of hunger that came from not having such a delight as Shen Jiu in his possession.
But such a righteous cultivator could never admit that so he spun a pretty tale of friendship and honor, vows and promises. It begs the question of where Shen Jiu met him for the Qiu family has owned Shen Jiu for years now.
Qiu Jianluo doesn’t doubt how Shen Jiu enchanted him. He’s pretty enough to turn heads in the street, though Haitang always assumes it's her they are looking at. Qiu Jianluo agrees with her out loud but he would thrash any man for looking at his little sister like she’s a piece of meat. Shen Jiu is too delectable to deny letting other men have a look though.
This Yue Qingyuan says they were childhood friends but that seems like a lie. It’s entirely possible he caught a glimpse of him and decided he had to have him for himself.
Even the weakest cultivator stands above mere mortal men. It wouldn’t be difficult for him to take Shen Jiu by force. Qiu Jianluo idly wonders at how often this cultivator has gotten his way due to brute force, and the idea amuses him, for Shen Jiu would detest the whole idea. Shen Jiu dreamed of freedom before, not another master and cage.
Alas, the dreams of youth so rarely come to pass. Haitang had entertained similarly foolish dreams though thankfully she’s found new, more suitable pursuits to fill her days. She’s a doting and attentive aunt, far better at the task of raising children than Qiu Jianluo would have guessed.
“Shen Jiu, Shen Jiu. I can’t recall any slave by that name,” Qiu Jianluo says, tapping his chin as he thinks. “If you’d like, Esteemed Cultivator, I can pull up some old records and see if we owned such a slave. But to my recollection, I’ve never bought or sold one by that name.”
“Ah. That’s a shame. Perhaps I have the wrong location. It has been some years,” Yue Qingyuan says. He doesn’t look convinced but he doesn’t look suspicious either.
It has been more than a few years since Qiu Jianluo’s family acquired Shen Jiu. In truth, Qiu Jianluo can’t recall the exact date. He knows it’s been some time though, since Haitang has gone from adorable child to stunning young woman.
A servant comes in and whispers to him that his omega is ready for him. Qiu Jianluo nods and dismisses them, then turns to the cultivator.
“Apologies. It appears this one’s mate is starting his heat. I will be occupied for the next couple of days. If you’d like, I could have my staff retrieve the documents in question for your perusal?”
“Oh, of course. That sounds fine,” Yue Qingyuan says, looking a little uncomfortable.
Qiu Jianluo wonders if cultivators have to bother with secondary genders. Perhaps immortality renders it immaterial? He had thought the man before him was an alpha, same as himself, and had tried to keep his pheromones under control to avoid any posturing. This is his domain so he’s compelled to protect it but at the end of the day, he recognizes his weakness. He’s only a man.
“Good luck to you. I hope you find them,” Qiu Jianluo says, gleefully lying. Qiu Jianluo isn’t fool enough to make an enemy of a cultivator. But he bought Shen Jiu, he’s bred him, and he has no intention of letting him go.
Qiu Jianluo doesn’t wait around to see if the cultivator leaves immediately. He takes off and when he opens the door to his room, the sweet scent of an aroused omega hits him the moment he enters. He starts stripping off his outer robe, his skin already crawling as it begs to answer Shen Jiu’s call. Shen Jiu isn’t in heat, can’t be, not when he’s been bred so prettily with a nice, round belly. But it makes for the perfect excuse to get the cultivator out of his hair for a bit.
Just long enough to forge some documents that show Shen Jiu was barely here, that he was sold off elsewhere soon after being bought. That should get the cultivator far away and distracted enough to follow a trail that doesn’t exist.
Shen Jiu is tied to the bed, gagged, and he’s breathing hard as another slave fingers his ass. The slick sounds of those fingers thrusting inside him make Qiu Jianluo hard. Shen Jiu is whimpering, trying to rock back into them, but being tied down and having a fat, pregnant omega belly makes it difficult for him to move freely.
“How many times has he come?” Qiu Jianluo asks, waving the other slave off. They remember to take all of Shen Jiu’s clothes off before tying him up, thankfully.
“Twice,” he answers, wiping his hand. His cock is hard but he isn’t allowed to fuck Qiu Jianluo’s omega. Qiu Jianluo saves that particular indignity for when Shen Jiu has been especially ornery.
“Excellent. Now get out,” Qiu Jianluo says, ignoring the slave to focus on his prize. The other slave bows and leaves; Qiu Jianluo doesn’t miss how he licks his fingers immediately, for his last taste of Shen Jiu.
Shen Jiu stares at him with big, baleful eyes. He must have been close to another orgasm. Qiu Jianluo looks down at him as he climbs onto the bed, peeling off his inner robes and tossing them aside. His cock is hard, throbbing, ready to dominate his omega slave.
“A-Jiu, how are you feeling today?” Qiu Jianluo asks, in a low simpering tone. “How is my beautiful concubine doing? The baby isn’t giving you trouble, is it? I’ve heard the second one is always easier than the first.”
Shen Jiu whimpers, trying to close his legs and rub his thighs together, but Qiu Jianluo is in between them, preventing him from doing so. He places a hand on each leg, spreading them further apart, digging his fingers into the plush thighs. It’s unfair how beautiful Shen Jiu is but Qiu Jianluo is clearly blessed by the heavens if he gets to have this creature in his bed, bearing his pups.
Qiu Jianluo doesn’t waste time. He sinks in deep, pushing his cock past Shen Jiu’s soft rim and settling in as far as he can go. Once his groin is flush to Shen Jiu, every bit of his cock wrapped up in Shen Jiu’s warmth, he groans in relief. No headache or irritation can last, not when he has the perfect panacea here in Shen Jiu’s body.
Shen Jiu tosses his head back and makes the most delicious sounds as Qiu Jianluo’s cock spears him open. He pretends not to like it but Qiu Jianluo knows what he likes best; Shen Jiu likes his cocks big and long, which thankfully, as an alpha, Qiu Jianluo can provide him with exactly that.
Sometimes, to punish him, Qiu Jianluo will let the slaves with smaller cocks fuck him, so there’s no chance they can get deep enough to truly please Shen Jiu. And then Shen Jiu will have to beg for Qiu Jianluo’s cock to properly fuck him. It’s always a good day when he can make Shen Jiu cry himself stupid with pleasure.
Qiu Jianluo fucks him, slow and deep, taking his time so he can feel every inch of Shen Jiu clench around him. Shen Jiu tries to thrash around, whether he’s trying to escape or rock himself on Qiu Jianluo’s cock is always a toss up. But he should know by now there’s no way for him to get out of this. And there’s no reason he should.
A Shen Jiu, writhing with pleasure and orgasmic bliss, is absolutely decadent on his cock. Oh, Qiu Jianluo still likes to hit him, to make him sob with pain, but as it turns out, Shen Jiu reacts better to being pleasured. It’s the sweetest sensation, feeling him pulse and clench down on his cock as he comes, over and over, slick gushing out and soaking everything.
Sure enough, he starts trying to kick his legs out, pulling at his bonds as he hurtles towards another climax. Qiu Jianluo doesn’t hurry up, letting him build up to that orgasm all on his own.
Shen Jiu cries out as he comes, splattering his stomach with another round of ejaculate. He goes boneless and Qiu Jianluo can tell that wasn’t his first climax.
“Too bad I have to wait for you to have this baby to impregnate you again,” Qiu Jianluo says, grunting as he fucks Shen Jiu hard. He loves feeling his hole flutter around him, fucking him as he’s so sensitive from his orgasm, but unwilling and unable to push him off.
Shen Jiu sobs, without tears, but the sound is loud enough that anyone with cultivation would be able to hear it. Qiu Jianluo almost hopes that cultivator hasn’t left, so he can hear exactly how good Shen Jiu feels from his cock. Whatever he wants with his little slave, it surely can’t be this, for Qiu Jianluo has already taken every speck of purity Shen Jiu has. It was his to take and he indulged sufficiently in it.
Qiu Jianluo unties the gag from his mouth, watching as Shen Jiu inhales deeply and starts working his jaw to ease some of the discomfort.
“How are you feeling, A-Jiu?”
“...alright,” Shen Jiu says, looking away. They both know it’s a lie. He might like having sex, might be more of a slut than he ever dares to admit, but Qiu Jianluo always has to force him into it. There’s never been a time that Shen Jiu has come to him. Not even during his heat.
“Good boy,” Qiu Jianluo praises him. “Now, lift your ass, I can tell you’re still hungry for me.”
Shen Jiu’s grip tightens around his bindings but he obeys, giving a whorish moan as this lets Qiu Jianluo go in deeper.
“Who have you been talking to, A-Jiu?” Qiu Jianluo asks as he fucks him.
“Ah?” Shen Jiu stares at him in confusion.
“Cultivators. How many cultivators do you know?” he asks.
“None,” Shen Jiu says in confusion. He cries out as Qiu Jianluo slaps his thigh. “I don’t know any!”
“Then why is one sniffing around here, asking for you?” he snarls and fucks him harder, not stopping as Shen Jiu thrashes his legs and tightens his hole.
“I haven’t— I’ve never—Hngh, I can’t—” Shen Jiu tries to speak but every time he starts a new sentence, Qiu Jianluo makes sure to penetrate him deeply. He doesn’t want to hear his excuses. The moment he fucked him, Shen Jiu became his, completely and totally.
They have a child together, and another on the way; Shen Jiu would never abandon them. There is no escape for him.
“He won’t want you like this,” Qiu Jianluo says, stroking his stomach. “Not when he learns about how you spread your legs for me every night, how you’ll let anyone fuck your slutty omega hole, how you’ve already borne me a pup.”
Shen Jiu inhales sharply, his eyes wet as he struggles not to sob. Once upon a time, Shen Jiu had dreamed about being a cultivator too. Qiu Jianluo had laughed in his face for it and then whipped him for having such a stupid, foolish dream. Shen Jiu’s life was his and as soon as he had presented as an omega, his fate had been sealed. This was all he was good for, what he was best at.
“What was his name?” Shen Jiu asks in a low tone, something fearful in his voice.
Qiu Jianluo rocks in slowly, contemplating how to handle the request.
“He called himself ‘Yue Qingyuan’,” Qiu Jianluo answers.
Shen Jiu repeats the name silently and tears do start falling down his face. He closes his eyes, as if Qiu Jianluo isn’t watching his every reaction up close. Then he spreads his legs a little more, like he’s accepting Qiu Jianluo’s mastery of him.
“Master, I don’t know anyone by that name,” he says.
Qiu Jianluo doesn’t say anything, looking into Shen Jiu’s eyes. Shen Jiu is an excellent liar. There are times where Qiu Jianluo would have sworn he was telling the truth, only to discover the deception weeks, months later. He usually lies to protect Haitang, so Qiu Jianluo is a little softer on him during those times. After all, keeping Haitang safe and happy is of paramount importance.
He can rarely lie convincingly during sex though, and while Qiu Jianluo finds himself inclined to believe Shen Jiu now, he also feels in his gut that he’s telling the truth.
“What do you need, A-Jiu?” Qiu Jianluo asks, a victorious smile stretching across his face. He can tell Shen Jiu has given up whatever claim this cultivator might have had over him, that the truth of his body is too hard to ignore.
“Harder, Master,” Shen Jiu murmurs. “Inside. Fuck me harder.”
“My sweet A-Jiu,” Qiu Jianluo leans down to kiss him, driving his tongue deep inside his mouth, claiming him completely. “You’re finally allowing yourself to act like the obedient slut you are.”
Shen Jiu kisses back, unable to wrap his arms around him though he tries.
Qiu Jianluo groans as he fills Shen Jiu up, pumping his come deep inside him, as if he could get him pregnant again. He’s not in rut so he can’t knot him but he aches to do it again. It is absolute alpha bliss to have his knot massaged by Shen Jiu.
Shen Jiu is quietly sobbing, so Qiu Jianluo allows it, and once he tapers off, Qiu Jianluo grabs his face, licking at his tears.
“So pretty,” Qiu Jianluo murmurs, his fingers digging into Shen Jiu’s face. The physical pain does nothing to Shen Jiu. It’s all about the mental anguish with this one. A thousand strikes with the whips might make him bleed, might make him cry, but it won’t break him. “I can’t wait to breed you again. How many of my children will you bear, Shen Jiu? We’ll have a great big family thanks to you, since you never want to keep your legs shut around me. Haitang will never be lonely, she’ll have so many nephews and nieces to dote on. What a great gift you’ve given her.”
Shen Jiu doesn’t say anything but he licks at Qiu Jianluo's fingers when he shoves them into Shen Jiu’s mouth. Qiu Jianluo shivers at the sensation, watching hungrily as Shen Jiu laps at them like he does his cock.
Qiu Jianluo pulls his hand away so he can undo the bindings, flipping Shen Jiu over onto his hands and legs. He pulls up his hips, watching in satisfaction as Shen Jiu raises his ass on his own and lowers his head. Shen Jiu tries to reach back to spread his cheeks apart but he can’t quite manage it so instead he presents himself for Qiu Jianluo’s desire.
“Master, please,” Shen Jiu says. “Fuck me.”
Qiu Jianluo slams his cock back into him, making Shen Jiu cry out. He tries to rock back into his thrusts but Qiu Jianluo is going too fast. All Shen Jiu can do is hold on, bracing himself on the bed as best he can. Qiu Jianluo runs his hands over Shen Jiu’s belly, eager to see it continue to grow. Shen Jiu looks stunning like this, with a fat belly.
Sadly, his breasts had never swelled, and very little milk escapes him. It had necessitated a wet nurse, and this new babe will also likely need one. Qiu Jianluo still pinches and massages his breasts, hoping to stimulate them into properly producing milk.
“Get pregnant again, A-Jiu,” Qiu Jianluo moans as he fills him up.
Shen Jiu shudders through another climax and collapses onto his side, wrapping his arms around his belly. Qiu Jianluo lets him fall and gets up, going to the other side of the bed so he can shove his cock into Shen Jiu’s face.
“Clean me up,” he orders and Shen Jiu obeys, with watery eyes but his tongue licks up every trace of slick and come on it.
Qiu Jianluo needs to bathe but for now, he drops onto the bed, bringing Shen Jiu’s lax body into his embrace as he strokes his belly. He’s an omega slut, a lovely little hole to give him heirs, but over the years, Qiu Jianluo would say he’s become quite fond of this slave of his.
And he has no intentions of giving him up yet. Qiu Jianluo nudges his cock against Shen Jiu’s open hole, sliding up against it. He’s not hard enough to push it in but he thinks after a quick nap, he’ll be able to go another round.