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Liu Qingge panted heavily, pounding with abandon into the tight, hot wetness that engulfed him.
His head was spinning. His senses were being attacked from every front by honey-thick sweetness and heat– All he could do was act on instinct, in a fast and harsh pace, digging his fingers into the soft plushness of the kunze's hips.
A warning grunt startled him.
“Careful with the claws, brute.”
The cadence of that irritated voice cut through the fog that his brain was sunk into.
That was–
Liu Qingge slipped out of the kunze and fell to the ground landing on his ass.
In front of him on his hands and knees, naked as a newborn, was Shen Qingqiu, looking at him with an annoyed, impatient look on his face.
His backside was round and plump, his skin like mutton fat jade. The many layers he wore would typically hide the enticing shape of it, but bare as he was it was impossible to ignore. Now that he had seen it, Liu Qingge didn't think he would be able to forget it, nor the glistening pink cunt between his legs that was dripping both slick and what could only be Liu Qingge's seed.
In a moment of clarity, Liu Qingge’s face blushed madly. His cock bobbed against his stomach, still hard and interested.
“Y-You!”
Shen Qingqiu’s face changed. “Oh, you’re back.”
Was that disappointment that he heard in his voice?
Also, back from where? Where were they even—
A mission, his brain provided helpfully. They were on their way to a village that was being terrorized by growing, sentient vegetation. The bushes had become so wild and large that they couldn’t fly over it and instead had to cross through a deceptively peaceful flower field to get there.
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Shen Qingqiu is in a foul mood.
Had it been up to him, he would have completed the mission on his own, without the unpleasant company of the brutish qianyuan.
He was being particularly rude today like only a qianyuan could be. Though they were out in the open, his scent was as heavy as if they were locked in a room together. Shen Qingqiu was choking on it, trying to bat it away with the gentle waves of his fan.
Animal, he thought as he fumed silently.
On top of that, the sun shone unforgivingly above them and his robes were starting to feel a bit stifling. He was getting uncomfortably warm inside his many layers. They’ve been walking for what feels like hours.
He’s discretely tugging at his collar when he realizes that Liu Qingge has stopped walking.
With a scowl twisting his face, he turns around to snap at the man that it’s not the time to look at the flowers, but the sight that greets him chills him to the bone.
He looks like a madman.
His pupils are dilated; his eyes are dark and shiny like a beast’s. How fitting, he thinks numbly, for a man like him. Veins bulged under his skin and his fangs were showing. Not to mention that he was shaking violently, and there was a visible bulge showing from under his robes.
He was feral, either entering a rut or on the verge of a qi deviation. Either way, Shen Qingqiu's body was quick to respond with a gush of wetness slipping down his inner thighs.
So that's why he was feeling so warm...
The fact that he didn't feel too mad about it was worrisome. If anything, it proved that something was wrong.
He dug his nails into his palm, grounding himself. Liu Qingge took a step towards him.
He is already too far gone, his mind supplied. And he is in no state to help him, barely able to form a coherent thought.
Xiu Ya weighed heavily at his hip. His hand itched to reach for her but he went for his qiankun pouch instead. Once his fingers closed firmly around the object he was looking for, he took a deep breath and pulled his robe down his shoulder.
The little show of bare skin is enough to pull a growl deep from Liu Qingge's throat.
Shen Qingqiu gritted his teeth. The qianyuan better not utter a word of this to anyone when they're done.
Shen Qingqiu is going to fucking save him, at the cost of his pride and dignity, because there's no other way.
He reaches him in three long strides, aided by his eagerness to rip off his clothes. His hands fly to Shen Qingqiu's waist, slipping those hot, clawed hands inside his robes.
In the same movement, taking advantage of his simplemindedness, Shen Qingqiu pulls a muzzle out of the qiankun pouch and secures it firmly around Liu Qingge's head.
Most cultivators carry them around, especially the kunzes, to put on qianyuan prisoners who pose a threat to them.
Liu Qingge snaps behind the bars and uselessly tries to pull it off. Naturally, it doesn't work. It has a spiritual seal that can only be opened by Shen Qingqiu, and he has no intention of letting that man scar him in any permanent way.
In fact, hopefully, the qi deviation will keep him from remembering the whole ordeal.
Shen Qingqiu is pushed to the ground, with the qianyuan landing on top of his hips, trying to grind his hips against him. His strength is nothing to scoff at, but the arousal is making him clumsy.
"Easy," he warns him sternly as he paws at his robes, though it doesn't seem he's been heard. Since he wasn't paying attention to him, Shen Qingqiu pulled Chen Luan from his belt and tossed it away. It landed near Xiu Ya.
As he is now, Liu Qingge is little more than a wild animal.
With a grunt, Shen Qingqiu pushes him back and quickly takes off his robes. He is not going to let that savage ruin them. Since he is not his lover, he is not going to sensually undress him as well, and merely frees what is essential. After all, humping his leg is not going to cure that qi deviation.
If the hungry look on his face means anything, the qianyuan is happy with what he sees. As if that meant anything. In his current state, he would fuck a cactus if it had a hole.
The qianyuan moves so quickly that he barely has time to react. He gropes Shen Qingqiu's behind, as well as his thighs and chest, squeezing generously every bit of fat he can find, much to his chargain. His body, only a little bit less affected by whatever is ailing Liu Qingge, answers to every touch with a flash of heat and a pulse that goes right between his legs, where his pussy clenches around nothing.
He's always disliked becoming a mindless animal, even if it was for just a few days.
His dear friends at the brothel often took care of him during his heats. Most of the time, this meant wiping away the sweat, bringing him food and water, and making sure he stayed safe and comfortable. Other times, when he didn't feel like suffering for the sake of suffering, one of the zhongyong women he trusted the most would fuck him with a strap-on.
The frantic look on his face has eased a little, though he is no less eager to get inside of him.
The second sword of Bai Zhan's War God is thick and heavy, already leaking at the tip and twitching against Shen Qingqiu's hip. It's bigger than the jade dildos that have been used on him, and a good look at it has him swallowing.
He has no desire to stare at Liu Qingge's drooling face while he's impaled on his cock, so he turns around and gets on his hands and knees. He bends forward, separating his legs and raising his behind. The position gives him a perfect view of his wet, pink pussy, flushed with arousal and need.
Liu Qingge makes an animalistic sound and grabs his hips to pull them against him. His cock rubs against his folds and between his butt cheeks. He messily ruts against him aided by the slick, which, again, it's not going to help his qi deviation.
“You can't even put it in on your own. Must I do everything for you?”
Useless qianyuan. Maybe he should let him die and spare the next kunze who catches his fancy. It would be an act of mercy.
He reaches between his legs, where a sticky mess has formed and grabs Liu Qingge by the base of his cock. A throaty noise leaves his lips, and his length twitches violently in his hand. The man's hold over his hips tightened.
Doing it blind wasn't exactly easy, but eventually, he got the head to press against the right place. If Liu Qingge's cock was tugged a bit roughly in the process, he voiced no complaints, merely moaning like a bitch as Shen Qingqiu handled him.
He went all the way in a single thrust, no teasing, no preparation. Shen Qingqiu's knees almost gave out under him. Liu Qingge gave an experimental roll of his hips and Shen Qingqiu's eyes rolled to the back of his head.
It... It was definitely something.
And since he was what he was, he began to thrust into him without any technique or finesse. Their bodies colliding together made lewd, wet sounds.
Shen Qingqiu clung to the ground as the qianyuan pounded him with abandon, making his cunt tighten around him and gush slick down his thighs with every snap of his hips.
He breathed heavily on his ear, having leaned forward to press on his neck. The muzzle kept him safe from his teeth, but his tongue got through the bars and the tip licked a stripe along his glands. Shen Qingqiu shuddered and brought a hand to his clit to rub himself.
Liu Qingge's nails dug into the meat of his hips, making him grunt.
"Careful with the claws, brute."
And suddenly Liu Qingge pulled out, leaving him hanging from the edge.
If the qi deviation didn't kill him, Shen Qingqiu would. Bastard, of course, he'd be the kind that finishes before a kunze!
He turns around, ready to grab that fat cock of his and put it inside of him so he can finish what he started, but rather than a blissed-out qianyuan, he finds Liu Qingge on his ass, cock still stiff and red, looking lost and embarrassed.
"Y-You!" He squeaks like a scandalized maiden.
Shen Qingqiu suppressed a curse.
"Oh, you're back." He can't help but be a bit disappointed. His body is still aching for release.
He expects Liu Qingge to shout a bit more, to accuse him of something- But he's too focused on staring at his cunt, not even bothering to be subtle about it.
Intentionally, Shen Qingqiu pushes his thighs together, making a mix of slick and seed dribble out. Liu Qingge got even redder and finally looked away.
"What happened?" He demanded.
"Take a guess. I'm sure that even you'll be able to figure it out."
Liu Qingge glared at him. However, the anger was short-lived and his expression turned awkward.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked brusquely. His fingers touched the muzzle that still caged half of his face.
Shen Qingqiu couldn't bear to see that idiotic look on his face. He looked like was about to flog himself in punishment.
"You were having a qi deviation. There's something in the pollen blocking my spiritual powers. It was this," he gestured at Liu Qingge's exposed cock and himself, "or letting you die."
"I'm glad... you didn't leave me for dead."
You're fucking welcome. He was starting to regret it.
He straightened. "I'll take responsibility."
Shen Qingqiu almost choked. "No need." He said, steeling his expression.
While having the man indebted to him would be fun, he knew what Liu Qingge was implying. As if he'd ever wear the red veil for that savage! Did he think Shen Qingqiu was the kind of kunze who wore few layers and dipped his feet into cold ponds in the hopes of catching the right eye?
"Anyone would have done the same."
It's a lie and they both know it, but Shen Qingqiu doesn't feel like feigning humility.
"Could you remove the muzzle?"
Shen Qingqiu doesn't get to tell him that maybe he should keep wearing it for a while, because Liu Qingge's body convulsed. His face twisted into an ugly snarl, and he shook his head violently as if trying to rid himself of an unwanted thought.
Of course. It had been a brief moment of clarity, but he hadn't finished-
Shen Qingqiu reached for him, but Liu Qingge pushed him away, pupils dilated and eyes wild.
"Get away!"
Shen Qingqiu's hair stood at the force behind his tone. Thankfully, in his current state, it wasn't as effective as it may have been at any other time.
"Fool. Stay still, let me-"
"Y-You don't have to." The veins on his forehead bulged. "Go away while you still can."
"As if you'd ever be able to force me to do anything." Shen Qingqiu sneered. "And I'm not getting blamed for your death."
With little ceremony, he climbed onto the qianyuan's lap.
"Now, be a good boy and stay still."
His cock twitched under him, still stiff and dripping with want.
Shen Qingqiu gave him a sharp smile. There was nothing kind about it.
For all his show of respect and selflessness, Liu Qingge let him push him onto his back and impale himself on his cock. The qianyuan moaned under him, wasted no time, and began to move.
Shen Qingqiu gritted his teeth and braced himself on his shoulders. Sitting on it... It hit differently, definitely better than before. Grinding his clit on Liu Qingge's pelvis was easier like this.
Apparently, he had been missing on quite the show. The qianyuan wore a lewd expression, panting and drooling, with eyes unfocused and flushed cheeks. Almost as if he was the one getting ravished.
He felt it growing under him, the qianyuan's knot. Too lost in his own arousal, the fact did not bring dread to his gut, it merely urged him to move faster.
He wasn't going to let that bastard fill him if he didn't get to come first!
Shen Qingqiu's hand went to his chest and cruelly pinched his nipple, but it had the opposite effect of what he wanted, and Liu Qingge mewled and gave a particularly enthusiastic thrust, almost getting the knot to slip inside of him.
The kunze caught his throat. Liu Qingge's eyes rolled to the back of his head.
"Don't you dare-"
The knot went in, and his cock spurted a thick load of seed right into his womb. Shen Qingqiu's cunt spasmed around his length, milking every drop out of him as he reached his own peak. Slick went down his inner thighs and got all over Liu Qingge's front.
It was a challenge to remain dignified in a situation like this one, so Shen Qingqiu didn't bother to try. It was a useless endeavor when he could feel every inch of his cock pulsing inside of him.
Some of the fog in his gaze cleared. Liu Qingge held his thighs gently, so he wouldn't fall from exhaustion.
"That should suffice," Shen Qingqiu said dryly.
Though it seemed impossible, Liu Qingge's face got redder.
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Shen Qingqiu wonders if he should've taken the blame and left him to die.
"Shizun..." The little beast, a qianyuan to be if there was ever one, spoke hesitantly. "What should we do with it?"
'It' being the carcass of a massive beast, which had been left 'anonymously' right in front of Shen Qingqiu's bamboo house.
Shen Qingqiu's eye twitched. "Do whatever you want."
"If cooked correctly, it enhances one's cultivation!"
"Then eat it. I don't care. Out of my sight!"
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Liu Qingge watched from behind a tree how the disciples of Qing Jing Peak discussed how to cook the meat.
His inner qianyuan roared in victory. Only a proper kunze would let the little ones eat and forgo the pleasure!
That just meant he'd have to bring twice the amount next time.
And so he headed back to Bai Zhan Peak, satisfied.