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Nobody in all 12 peaks of Cang Qiong understood what Shen Qingqiu saw in the beast known as Luo Binghe.
Sure, the boy was his disciple once upon a time, so long ago now. Back then the beast had disguised his heritage so thoroughly he appeared to be a completely ordinary human in appearance, with completely mundane skills (at first, until his talent exploded exponentially)
But once the demon came back from the Abyss, he wasn't recognizable at all anymore! 10 feet tall, long black claws, horns growing from his skull, skin mottled with scales! A truly hideous creature with tusks bursting from his mouth and a tail swishing out from his robes! And who knew what other horrors were hidden underneath those clothes!
And yet revered Peak Lord Shen looked upon this ghastly demon like one would a puppy. He cooed at the demon that towered over almost twice his height. He pinched Luo Binghe's cheeks, ooh'd and aah'd at those inhuman fangs, even manhandling Binghe's jaw open to observe inside his mouth with interest. He brushed through the beast's unruly mane even though it became a gnarled tangled mess before the next day, guaranteed. He laughed when Luo Binghe's scaled and furry tail wagged and thumped the ground with joy, or wrapped itself around Shen Qingqiu's arm playfully. Not only did he let the beast touch him and cling to him, he encouraged Luo Binghe to do just so!
The ferocious beast was one of two faces– he growled at anyone to come near. And yet he whined and cried for his Shizun's attention, acting the role of a pitiable innocent creature starved for affection. And Shen Qingqiu indulged in his disciple's whims each and every time like he couldn't help himself.
Many peak lords have seen the beast even lick their shixiong's face– in public– and worse, sometimes Shen Qingqiu would turn his head, cup Luo Binghe's face, and kiss him on that fanged mouth.
The two became increasingly bold and increasingly sticky each day. Alarmingly so. Some blissful times they would remain in the bamboo house and shoo away company. Other less fortunate days they would indulge in PDA around any and every peak of Cang Qiong like nothing in the world mattered to them.
A rumor spread that Liu Qingge once witnessed the beast take Shen Qingqiu by force right on the Bai Zhan training field. That Luo Binghe had the– the parts of a truly beastly thing– an inhumanly large pillar, covered in wicked ridges and a knot the size of at least two fists.
Rumors to counter that rumor say it was all made up by the author who wrote Chunshan, or that Shen Qingqiu was the one to go down on his beast, or that Liu Qingge delighted in watching the incident unfold like a voyeur.
In any case, the peak lord and his demonic, ugly, hideous, beastly inhuman disciple were Causing Problems sect-wide. If there wasn't an intervention soon there would be intra-sect Problems, like if Cang Qiong lost face in front of the other sects all because Luo Binghe couldn't keep his (literal) paws off Shen Qingqiu– or vice versa.
"I don't see why my personal relationships are anyone's business," Shen Qingqiu fanned his reddening face, looking pointedly away from every peak lord. "And stop listening to gossip! Binghe and I have been very discreet!"
"Last week you nearly sent Qinghua-shidi into qi deviation because he found you together… intimately intwined… in the An Ding storage rooms."
Shen Qingqiu fanned his face faster and muttered something about wishing death on 'airplanes'.
"Shizuuuuuuun," the beast whined for the eighty millionth time.
Oh, yes, the beast was here at this peak lord meeting. The beast attended every peak lord meeting. No one could forcefully Get Rid Of the beast from meetings if they tried, and Shen Qingqiu yelled at everyone who tried (ie: Liu Qingge) to stop picking on his sweet little Bingbing. This endearment alone nearly sent 11 peak lords into qi deviation that day. Absolutely nothing about the heavenly demon, who had to hunch over to fit into most buildings, was little .
"Shizun," the beast whined for the eighty-one millionth time. Clinging onto Shen Qingqiu's waist shamelessly. Nuzzling his head into Shen Qingqiu's neck, careful not to let his horns poke his Shizun's eye out. "If the sect has issues with our marriage, shizun could perhaps take a leave of absence now so we can properly begin our honeymoon."
Liu Qingge spit blood. Qi Qingqi's jaw hung open, unable to be closed. Shang Qinghua hit his head on the table, muttering something about 'bending stallions'.
"Shen-shixiong… has gotten married," Mu Qingfang said carefully. "Shen-shixiong did not inform his martial brothers and sisters of this."
Shen Qingqiu's face was entirely hidden behind his fan now, but anyone could guess he was red faced. "It hardly counted as a real ceremony…"
"Shizun!" Binghe cried. Literally, cried, on command. One second he was fine, the next, waterfalls fell from his eyes. Shen Qingqiu dropped everything to turn to his 'husband' to pat his head between those horns, coo, shush, kiss his scaly cheeks, whisper sweet nothings, pat his back while Binghe clung and wept for attention.
The beast peak lord rolled his eyes. Yue Qingyuan coughed, rather stone-faced.
"Perhaps a leave of absence will be best for the both of you, in light of your… marriage," Qi Qingqi said. What went unsaid was that no one, no disciple, peak lord, or others, wanted to be around these two during a 'honeymoon'.
Luckily, Liu Qingge had fallen unconscious at some point, so the vote was unanimous to let Shen Qingqiu have his leave of absence to spend, ahem, time with his disciple. In the demon realm. Or wherever. Just away from Cang Qiong until those two got their lust out of their systems a little more.
Not that anyone understood how a cultivator could lust after such a hideous beastly creature who could have horns on his pillar for all anyone knew. But Shen-shixiong's tastes were his alone.
Meanwhile, the first official day of the bingqiu monsterfucker honeymoon, Binghe made love to his shizun fully unrestrained and endlessly, never ceasing in his passions. He came inside his lover so much so that Shen Qingqiu's stomach distended from so much cum– well, from cum and from a knot and a giant demon cock still in him, thank you very much.
Binghe purred– what another monstrous thing he could do, the purring rumbling vibrations of his chest– as he pawed at Shen Qingqiu's bulging stomach. "Shizun looks so perfect like this. Shizun looks as though he is carrying this disciple's pups."
Shen Qingqiu made a choked noise, but Luo Binghe of course felt Shizun tighten around his knot. "Binghe!"
"Shizun could carry this Binghe's offspring. Shizun's belly could grow with life inside his womb. Shizun could carry the culmination of our love and bear our beautiful children."
Shen Qingqiu's face was deeply, deeply flushed. He shut his eyes and exhaled, saying, "stop...calling me shizun when we're like this…"
Binghe beamed, showing off his rows of razor sharp teeth and overgrown tusks. Shizun did not deny the thought of bearing his children! Shizun was so, so unbelievably perfect and wonderful, to look at one so ghastly in appearance as himself and see past the ugliness, still see his white lotus and still love him for who he truly was.
Shizun was also perfect for managing to take his cock in their dual cultivating. Oh, he trained shizun to work up to the size with creative use of jade pillars, but nothing beat the first time Binghe sheathed his pillar inside his husband. And sweet, wonderful shizun, indulgent shizun, was not disgusted by the feel of those ridges or the swell of his knot. In time he even seemed to enjoy both. Binghe preened every time he thought how no one else could pleasure his shizun with their lesser and puny human pillars. Shizun loved him and him alone.
Then Binghe began to weep as he thought of how shizun really loved him, agreed to marry him, to be with him. And Shen Qingqiu, flustered, began wiping Binghe's tears, which led to kissing his tears away, then Binghe licked Shizun's face, then they began to kiss more, then Binghe thrust his knot deeper in Shizun's warm passage as they began to make love anew, then Shizun practically screamed in ecstasy.
Then Binghe thrust his inhumanly large, thick, long tongue down Shizun's throat like he liked, and Shizun moaned around the appendage as he was thoroughly tongue-fucked and knot-fucked, wrecked from both ends by his Bingbing.