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It had been three weeks.
Three weeks after the fall of Qing Jing Peak, when Luo Binghe set fire to the sect.
“Come now, Shizun,” Luo Binghe purred lowly, his voice resonating clearly off his embellished bedroom. Shen Qingqiu found he had already broken out into a cold sweat, sliding as inconspicuously away from his old disciple as possible on the silky sheets. Luo Binghe only pressed further, unbothered, trapping his shizun under him, his arms at Shen Qingqiu’s head and legs at his thighs. Luo Binghe didn’t hesitate to press wet kisses on his cheeks and neck, sighing into them and making Shen Qingqiu’s skin tingle as the air brushed over the sensitive skin.
“Disgusting,” Shen Qingqiu muttered under his breath, turning as far as he could from his disciple’s dirty touches. Luo Binghe had dared to do this before many times, but thankfully never went much farther.
The Demon Lord only laughed condescendingly. “If this one is disgusting, what does that say of his old teacher?” He continued to lick at Shen Qingqiu’s bottom lip, like he could override his shizun’s taste with his own, teasing more kisses.
Shen Qingqiu stayed quiet, grimacing, not daring to close his eyes. He watched cautiously as Luo Binghe continued to lap lewdly at him, but tensed immediately as he felt one of Luo Binghe’s arms coming up from where it pressed on the bed and towards his robe lapels.
“You beast!” He snarled, renewing his struggling that had been fruitless every other time he’d tried in the past. After his capture, Luo Binghe made sure that he was no stronger than a mere mortal.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Luo Binghe tutted, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “What did this disciple tell you, Shizun? Struggling only results in punishment.”
Shen Qingqiu spat at him in anger, fury rising above the humiliating punishments he received in the past. He’d take masturbating in front of this lunatic over being defiled by him any day.
Luo Binghe stopped Shen Qingqiu’s moving about with his Heavenly Demon blood that flowed in his shizun’s veins. Shen Qingqiu immediately relaxed unwillingly, body limp like a doll, but his biting expression remained.
“This one thinks his past punishments weren’t enough. Shizun just doesn’t seem to be learning,” Luo Binghe solemnly frowned. At this point, his old disciple had gone so deranged that Shen Qingqiu couldn’t tell if he was faking these expressions or if he truly meant them.
The Demon Lord then smiled sharply, white teeth flashing dangerously at him. “Isn’t it such a great thing that this Lord prepared beforehand? Shizun doesn’t have to worry, he is in good hands. This one pays utmost attention to caring for his shizun.”
Luo Binghe turned his head behind him, and with an uncaring tone, called, “Bring Qingyuan.”
Shen Qingqiu froze upon hearing the name, dread building in his stomach. He had never heard wind of the fates of anyone who had been captured. His Qi-ge- no, Yue Qingyuan… What horrors had Luo Binghe put him through?
He strained to crane his head towards the movement at the bedroom doors as they opened, but the accursed Heavenly Blood kept him docile. Shuffling footsteps sounded in the large room, and Luo Binghe waved for them to come closer.
“Take a look, Shizun. Your precious Sect Leader is here, why don’t you exchange greetings?” He practically growled at “precious Sect Leader,” the loathing for him obvious.
Yue Qingyuan looked at him with pained eyes as he stumbled into the room, a dirty gag binding his mouth and an Immortal Binding Cable at his waist and wrists. He was escorted by two demons at his sides that handled him roughly. Yue Qingyuan continued to pull against them, trying to reach his shidi.
Luo Binghe’s attention went right back to Shen Qingqiu once he saw his order carried out, like no one else was in the room. “Now then, Shizun. You will obey me and follow my every wish, or Yue Qingyuan will pay the price.”
Shen Qingqiu gritted his teeth, keeping himself from spewing every insult he could at him.
Luo Binghe continued, “Every time Shizun is being bad, Yue Qingyuan might just get his bones broken, one at a time. Or maybe his skin will be peeled off, section by section, and you can watch as your Sect Leader turns into a disfigured pile of flesh. Does Shizun understand?”
Shen Qingqiu took a shaky breath, glancing at the miserable state of Yu Qingyuan, then back at the completely serious and dangerous look of his disciple. He gritted his teeth, then exhaled. “I understand.”
Yue Qingyuan struggled more at his confirmation, his muffled cries despairing, but the demons easily subdued his mortal-like state.
“That’s a good Shizun,” Luo Binghe smiled, sweetly caressing the side of Shen Qingqiu’s face. Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help the shudders that wracked his body at his disciple’s obsessively caring attitude. It was so unnatural… he assumes Luo Binghe had lost his mind to his demonic sword, but why would it result in such a delusion directed at him?
Luo Binghe resumed his kisses, continuing to take off his shizun’s robes. Shen Qingqiu’s eyes darted to Yue Qingyuan, who watched with shocked and fearful eyes.
“Luo Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu said, trying not to sound too aggressive while he could still easily harm Yue Qingyuan in close proximity. Yet, a growl still helplessly sounded under his words. “I agreed. Send them out.”
Luo Binghe just sighed into his shizun’s now-exposed collarbone, rubbing his head into the crook of his neck. “Shizun just can’t stop thinking of him, hm? Does he already want to see what kind of punishments this one will give his precious Sect Leader?”
“No!” He cried, his face contorted in indignation and fury. “Luo Binghe, don’t push it. I will do as you have asked, why do they need to stay?”
“Shizun will do as I ask?” Luo Binghe snorted. “Shizun is already speaking against me.”
The Demon Lord didn’t even bother to look at his subordinates to call out, “His leg.”
The demons holding Yue Qingyuan were quick to break his left calf. The bone snapping sounded cleanly in the room, making Shen Qingqiu’s heart pang in distress. His Qi-ge’s cries pierced his ears, and tears welled in Shen Qingqiu’s eyes, fear and anger thrumming through him. He wanted to shout at them to stop but held himself back, not knowing if Luo Binghe would decide that Yue Qingyuan would suffer again for it.
Luo Binghe nodded to himself, then called again, “Out.”
The demons quickly left with Yue Qingyuan, half-carrying and half-dragging him away. Shen Qingqiu didn’t even have the chance to share another glance with him, unable to say how sorry he was that it turned out like this, to scream at him to get away, somehow.
Luo Binghe smiled viciously once the bedroom doors shut behind them, raising an eyebrow. “I have done as Shizun asked. I believe this disciple deserves your gratitude.”
He used all his willpower not to shout back into his disciple’s face, barely restraining the urge to hurt him by any means possible, even knowing he wouldn’t be successful. He took a moment to train his face into a more neutral expression, then spat, “Thank you.”
“Hmm, Shizun should be more genuine. How about Shizun give his thanks here?” Luo Binghe, still towered over him, reached down to pull out his disturbingly enlarged cock. The head of it flaunted outwards like a man puffing his chest, and the veins that scrambled under it pulsed maddeningly, making the member feel less like a body part and more like a demon itself.
Luo Binghe pressed Shen Qingqiu even further into the sheets, bringing his half-hard member to his face. He slowly slid it across his lips, even going over his cheeks and eyes before settling back down to his mouth.
When Shen Qingqiu couldn’t bring himself to move, Luo Binghe’s expression hardened. “Shizun said his thanks, but did he not mean it? Or perhaps he wants to hear more of his Yue Qingyuan’s screams?”
He shook his head furiously at that, “No, no! I’ll… I’ll do it.”
Shen Qingqiu held back the bile that threatened to spurt from his throat, but kept it down as he tentatively flicked out his tongue to the head of the cock. He immediately grimaced in disgust, tasting the bitter and salty precum and feeling the heat of it beneath his lips. He took another moment to fix himself before attempting to boldly lick it more.
“Good boy,” Luo Binghe sighed. “But Shizun’s skills are lacking. Has Shizun never done this before?”
Shen Qingqiu could only glare at him, fully aware that Qiu Haitang was a part of his harem. She knew the way her bastard of a brother had treated Shen Qingqiu -from the beatings to the rape, of course she’d have told her master of Shen Qingqiu’s history.
Emotions swelled in his chest, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry at his apparent fate of being a slave. Perhaps he sinned in a past life, and this was the price.
He didn’t answer the Demon Lord with words, but swallowed heavily before sucking on his stupidly-large cock. Perhaps if he really tried, he’d make the other cum and it’d be over sooner. He sucked at the head, careful to cover his teeth with his lips, and began to lap at it with his tongue. He moved fluidly, even his hands coming up to fondle his balls while he released the cock from his mouth, now licking up the fleshy member from the bottom to the tip. He examined the width of it as he did so, knowing there was no way he could blow the whole thing at once.
Luo Binghe didn’t expect Shen Qingqiu to go all-out right away, but he thought it only showed how fearful his shizun was of him hurting his Sect Leader. The fact only enraged him.
He grasped a fistful of his shizun’s hair, bringing it away before lining his cock up with Shen Qingqiu’s mouth and began thrusting savagely. Shen Qingqiu could only make a muffled scream as the member went past the cavity of his mouth and into his throat. If the Qiu household didn’t already train the gag reflex out of him already, he would’ve puked past the cock.
“I must be the only one on Shizun’s mind,” Luo Binghe growled into each word, thrusting harder. “Shizun can’t think of anyone but me. Shizun is mine, forever.”
Shen Qingqiu’s throat burned, feeling as though the harsh fucking had scrapped away at the lining of his insides. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes and dripped down onto Luo Binghe’s cock. If he hadn’t already been drooling excessively, it would’ve been nice as some sort of lubrication.
After what felt like centuries of Luo Binghe face-fucking him, a long, thick shot of cum entered directly into his stomach, the hot semen warming his belly. The thought that he felt a bit full made him feel sick.
Luo Binghe pulled out, satisfied after making sure every bit of his cum had entered his Shizun. “Filling your stomach makes this one want to breed Shizun with his pups.”
Shen Qingqiu hardly heard these words, too busy holding his breath, still trying to keep himself from puking up every last bit of semen from within him. He was more than certain that if he did so, Yue Qingyuan would suffer in more ways than one.
Right as he felt as though the worst of it was over, Luo Binghe gripped his calves and pushed them above him, making them touch his thighs, which pressed against his stomach. To his surprise and disgust, he found that his old disciple was still achingly hard and wet, already brushing lightly against his clit and cunt.
Anger made him lose reason, red pouring onto his face. “Don’t you dare!” He put all of his strength into his legs, anything to push this madman away from him, but Luo Binghe didn’t even budge.
“Shizun,” Luo Binghe said so lovingly, so sweetly, that it swept ice-cold water over his anger, only leaving intense fear and apprehension in its wake. He didn’t seem to comprehend Shen Qingqiu’s actions as deserving of punishment, too engrossed with his new task. “How else could Shizun be mine completely if not for him to bear our children?”
“No, no, no,” Shen Qingqiu cried. Not even that bastard Qiu dared to fuck his cunt, not wanting to despoil his sister’s reputation and future husband with offspring. His ass, instead, had taken the man’s length.
“Yes, Shizun. And you will beg for it,” Luo Binghe purred, teasing his cock head across his genitals, grinding gently in a way that made him wet, to his own horror.
Shen Qingqiu nearly began to scream at him before reason caught up to him. If he resisted, wouldn’t Yue Qingyuan suffer?
But at this point… Wasn’t Luo Binghe going too far? Wouldn’t it be better for Qingyuan to get hurt than for Shen Qingqiu to have to deal with this?
Bearing the children of the one he despised the most, how was he supposed to justify doing that for anything?
“Come, Shizun,” Luo Binghe cut into his thoughts sharply, his lovey-dovey act gone. “Beg for my seed, to bear my pups, and you won’t have to hear Yue Qingyuan scream.”
He just had to say a few placating words, right? It shouldn’t be too hard… Just say, ‘Fill me with your seed,’ and perhaps it would suffice. But why won’t any sound come out of his lips? Why is he unable to force himself to speak?
Luo Binghe frowned deeply. “His other leg,” he called to the other side of the door. Or perhaps he didn’t actually speak aloud and the Demon Lord had better ways of telling his subordinates, Shen Qingqiu didn’t know, and was far too lost in his dilemma to care.
Yue Qingyuan’s screams sounded in the room, crystal clear, like he was still standing in front of him, and it was agonizing. Shen Qingqiu’s heart thrummed in sympathetic pain.
Come on, Shen Qingqiu. Do it for the only person you consider family in this world. Just say a few lines. ‘Give me your seed,’ or, ‘I want your children.’ He didn’t even have to mean it. Just say it.
He couldn’t.
Luo Binghe watched his shizun’s face carefully, still waiting. “Beg for it,” he whispered, desire all-consuming in his eyes.
At this point, Shen Qingqiu could hardly register the flow of tears that spread across his cheeks, could hardly notice the way Luo Binghe grew impatient. He simply could not wrap his mind around bearing this bastard’s children, tying himself down to a deranged monster, even for the sake of his Qi-ge.
“His ribs.”
Another, louder scream, rang into Shen Qingqiu’s ears. Still, he could not say a word.
Luo Binghe seemed to process, at some point, that Shen Qingqiu was not in the right state of mind to continue. To Shen Qingqiu’s utmost surprise and fear, Luo Binghe slid off the bed, giving him a studying look, before heading towards the door and leaving.
Shen Qingqiu came to himself hours later, but then promptly fell asleep from exhaustion.
Two days later, Luo Binghe visited him.
“It is so fortunate Yue Qingyuan has incredible healing abilities,” he said as he entered the room. Shen Qingqiu drew away from him, catching himself before he could flinch at the other’s presence. “His bones might heal in just a few more days, and we can simply break them again. How convenient is that?”
Shen Qingqiu bit his bottom lip, only profanities at the tip of his tongue, and none welcome to escape him.
“Shizun, answer me,” Luo Binghe sounded amicable and sat at the edge of the bed. Shen Qingqiu drew his legs up protectively where he sat.
“It sounds very convenient for you,” he said quietly.
“Mm. But not for me. It’s for you, Shizun. Why else would I need to hurt this lowly man if not to train you properly?”
Shen Qingqiu didn’t know how to respond, but thinking Luo Binghe still wanted him to respond, he simply nodded.
“Good, good Shizun,” Luo Binghe praised, a smile coming to his lips. His hand came up to gently brush against Shen Qingqiu’s lips and cheeks, rubbing against the corners of his eyes. They were no longer puffy from the copious amounts of crying he’d done days ago.
“Is Shizun ready this time?” Luo Binghe asked casually, like he wasn’t asking Shen Qingqiu to throw away his pride and sanity. “This one is excited to rear his children.”
Shen Qingqiu had spent the time between their meetings thinking about this, and it was only due to the preparation that he managed to choke out, “Please give me your seed.”
Luo Binghe brightened immediately, coming up to hold Shen Qingqiu in a loving embrace. One hand rubbed his back affectionately, and the familiarity made Shen Qingqiu feel nauseous.
“I didn’t expect Shizun would come around so quickly! This learning method must be really effective.” Luo Binghe sighed into his hair, and Shen Qingqiu could only sit there, frozen. “Very well. This one will give you what you asked for.”
He treated him with much more care and affection than he had in the past, and the feeling of dread only built further from his actions. Luo Binghe was soft in every aspect of touching him, brushing lightly against his skin and taking chaste kisses from his sweet lips. He massaged the inner part of his thigh, squeezing and rubbing before gently exciting his clit.
Shen Qingqiu gasped when his finger found his clitoris, unconsciously leaning towards the touch. His cunt was already dripping wet by the time Luo Binghe tore off all his clothes- which wasn’t much, as he was only allowed light inner robes.
He wasn’t surprised to find that his disciple’s cock was rock-hard and ready to fuck, pre-cum dripping obscenely from the slit. Luo Binghe grinded his length against the cunt, the slick making lewd noises as flesh rubbed against flesh.
“Shizun,” Luo Binghe moaned as his cock head caught onto the edge of his cunt. “I’m going to make you mine.”
Shen Qingqiu could only whimper, all sense lost to him. He’d look back on this moment and be grateful he had disassociated.
Luo Binghe fingered the lips of his cunt for a bit, then unceremoniously lined his cock to his weeping hole. He began to thrust- slowly at first, like he was actually afraid of hurting him- then faster as Shen Qingqiu cried out- in pain or pleasure at this point, he didn’t know.
The Demon Lord’s cock was extremely wide, but Shen Qingqiu was so wet and open that there wasn’t much of a problem for his cunt to take the stretch. Each thrust grinded against his g-spot, and Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but shudder as an orgasm was eventually wrung out of him.
“Oooh,” he moaned pitifully, finding that at some point he’d wrapped his arms around Luo Binghe’s neck, and his legs had come up to rest against the monster’s sides. He was still sheathed fully on his cock, and he found that moving from the position brought more pain than was worth it.
Luo Binghe fucked him past his orgasm, and soon followed with his own, cum shooting into his ovaries and filling him up with hot semen. There were copious amounts of it- there was no question whether or not he’d get pregnant from this.
When he was done, Luo Binghe still did not pull out, instead maneuvering the two of them to lie side-by-side, panting and breathing in each other’s air.
He brushed aside some stray strands from Shen Qingqiu’s sex-mussed hair, then sweetly kissed him again and again, until his shizun closed his eyes and fell asleep in his arms.
Luo Binghe treated him ever-so gently afterwards, still finding time to fuck him, but treating him like he was a fragile glass doll and would break under the slightest pressure. Shen Qingqiu was horrified when he stopped his monthly bleeding and morning sickness overcame him. He’s pretty sure he cried for the next several nights, albeit in Luo Binghe’s arms, his disciple’s hand gently rubbing his stomach.