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The night camp was dead silent, save for the distant chirping of crickets and the heavy, rhythmic breathing of the royal guards stationed outside the Crown Prince’s pavilion. Inside the darkened silk tent, however, the air was thick enough to drown in a cloying, intoxicating blend of rich sandalwood and dark, suffocating crimson.
“Your Highness,” Hua Cheng gasped, but the title was torn to shreds in his throat, coming out as a broken whimper.
“Shh.” Crown Prince Xie Lian’s voice was a soft, terrifyingly gentle purr against the shell of his ear. To the kingdom, Xie Lian was a radiant, untouchable deity of a prince. To the thousands of soldiers outside, Hua Cheng was the bloodthirsty, untouchable Omega General who had slaughtered his way through a hundred battlefields.
Right now, Hua Cheng was just a mess, pinned face-down into the plush furs of the royal bedroll, his heavy general’s armor discarded in a careless heap of black steel on the floor.
Xie Lian’s pristine, white silk robes were still flawlessly tied, completely unbefitting of the filthy way his elegant hands were shoving Hua Cheng’s thighs apart.
“Do you want the guards to hear you, San lang?” Xie Lian murmured, his thumbs hooking into the sides of Hua Cheng’s inner trousers and dragging them down just enough to bare him. “My fierce, terrifying general. What would they think if they knew you were in here, dripping wet for your Alpha prince?”
Hua Cheng bit down hard on his own forearm, his single eye squeezing shut as cool night air hit his soaked cunt. His cock was ignored, small and twitching uselessly against the furs, because right now, all the blood in his body was rushing to the swollen, slick-drenched folds between his legs.
“I’m—ah—I’m not dripping,” Hua Cheng lied through gritted teeth, his hips jerking back instinctively to chase Xie Lian’s hands.
Xie Lian laughed, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down Hua Cheng’s spine. “Liar.”
Without warning, Xie Lian dragged two fingers straight through Hua Cheng’s soaked pussy. The obscene, wet squelch sound in the quiet tent made Hua Cheng’s ears burn with shame. His slick was copious, viscous, smearing over Xie Lian’s knuckles as the Alpha lazily played with his clit, rubbing tight, cruel circles over the swollen bundle of nerves.
“Look at you,” Xie Lian praised, his voice dripping with sickeningly sweet condescension. “Such a pretty little cunt, and it’s already begging to be bred. You’ve been standing outside my tent all day, haven't you? Letting my scent drive you crazy?”
“Fuck you,” Hua Cheng choked out, his shoulders trembling. He tried to buck, to use his legendary martial arts to flip them over, but his body betrayed him completely. Very much at ease near his alpha. His thighs were shaking, his pussy clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled, to be bread.
Xie Lian’s hand came down hard on the curve of Hua Cheng’s plush ass. The sharp slap echoed in the tent, and Hua Cheng muffled his own cry by shoving his face deeper into the furs.
“Watch your mouth, General,” Xie Lian scolded softly, though there was nothing but absolute adoration in his tone. He leaned down, and Hua Cheng felt the wet heat of Xie Lian’s tongue drag flat and broad over his dripping slit.
Hua Cheng saw stars. His spine arched impossibly, a high, raw keen ripping from his chest before he could stop it. Xie Lian didn’t scold him this time. Instead, the Crown Prince buried his face between Hua Cheng’s thighs, eating him out with the kind of sloppy, desperate hunger that belied his pristine image. He sucked Hua Cheng’s clit into his mouth, lashing at it with his tongue, before plunging that wicked muscle deep into Hua Cheng’s fluttering, greedy hole.
Hua Cheng was going to die. He was going to be assassinated, not by an enemy blade, but by the Crown Prince’s tongue fucking his pussy. Slick gushed out of him, smearing all over Xie Lian’s chin and the pristine white robes beneath them.
“Gege—please, please, Your Highness—” Hua Cheng babbled, completely losing his mind. The titles tumbled out in a desperate, broken rhythm. He didn't know what he was begging for release, or for Xie Lian to stop, or for him to never stop.
Xie Lian pulled back, his face flushed, lips glossy with Hua Cheng’s slick. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking like a corrupted angel as he finally untied his sash. His thick, heavy cock sprang free, slapping against Hua Cheng’s sticky thigh. The sheer size of it made Hua Cheng’s breath hitch, his pussy instinctively clenching in anticipation.
“You take it so well, my good general,” Xie Lian whispered, lining up the blunt, weeping head of his cock with Hua Cheng’s drenched entrance. He didn’t push in immediately. Instead, he rubbed the head up and down Hua Cheng’s slit, bumping against his clit, coating himself in Hua Cheng’s juices until the touch was maddening.
“Tell me what you want general.”
“You know what I want,” Hua Cheng whimpered, a pathetic, watery sound. He pushed his hips back, trying to impale himself, but Xie Lian’s grip on his waist was iron.
“Say it,” Xie Lian demanded, his pheromones spiking, flooding the tent with a scent so thick it made Hua Cheng’s head spin. “Tell me where you want me.”
Hua Cheng whined. All his pride, his ferocity, his deadly reputation it all dissolved into a puddle of slick and need. “My pussy,” he sobbed into the furs, the dirty word falling from his lips like a prayer. “Fuck my pussy, Alpha. Please. Put it in. Breed me, please—”
Xie Lian didn’t make him wait another second.
He thrust forward in one smooth, devastating motion, burying himself to the hilt. Hua Cheng’s eye rolled back, his mouth falling open in a silent scream as his cunt stretched wide to accommodate the massive girth. The feeling was mind-blowing, his walls clamping down hard around the thick intrusion.
“Good boy,” Xie Lian groaned, his hips slapping against Hua Cheng’s ass. He started to fuck him with deep, brutal thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, hitting the spongy, tender spot deep inside Hua Cheng’s cunt with merciless precision.
The tent was filled with the wet, obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh, the sloppy schlick-schlick of Xie Lian’s cock churning Hua Cheng’s overflowing pussy.
“Mine,” Xie Lian snarled, his thrusts growing faster, more erratic. He leaned over Hua Cheng’s back, sinking his teeth into the faint mating scar on Hua Cheng’s nape not hard enough to break the skin again, but enough to restake his claim, to make Hua Cheng lock up around him. “Only I get to see you like this. Only I get to ruin this tight little cunt. Every time you stand in front of those soldiers, you’re going to feel my cum dripping out of you.”
“Yes—yes, yours, only yours—” Hua Cheng chanted mindlessly. He was drooling against the furs, his small cock twitching desperately as the pressure in his lower belly built to an agonizing peak.
Xie Lian’s hand snaked around Hua Cheng’s hip, finding his clit again. He pinched it, hard.
Hua Cheng screamed. The sound was muffled by the furs, but his entire body went rigid as his orgasm ripped through him. His pussy clamped down in rhythmic, violent spasms around Xie Lian’s cock, milking it, gushing a fresh wave of slick so heavy it dripped down both their thighs.
Xie Lian didn’t stop. He fucked Hua Cheng straight through his orgasm, prolonging the overstimulation until Hua Cheng was sobbing, tears leaking from his single eye, his legs giving out completely.
“Shh, I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” Xie Lian panted, his hips snapping forward ruthlessly. The base of his cock began to swell, the thick knot stretching Hua Cheng’s abused entrance even wider.
“Nngh—too big, it’s too—” Hua Cheng whimpered, his cunt burning at the stretch, but his body pulled the knot in anyway, desperate to lock them together.
“Take it. Take my knot, take my pups,” Xie Lian growled, his voice losing all its royal composure, degrading into pure, feral Alpha instinct.
With a final, brutal shove, Xie Lian shoved the knot past Hua Cheng’s tight rim, locking them together. He let out a harsh, choked groan as he came, pumping thick, scorching ropes of seed deep into Hua Cheng’s womb, breeding him exactly like he’d begged for.
Hua Cheng let out a broken, satisfied sigh, his body going completely limp beneath the Crown Prince. He could feel the knot throbbing inside him, pulsing with every wave of Xie Lian’s orgasm, filling him up until his belly felt warm and tight.
For a long time, the only sound in the tent was their ragged breathing.
Suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded right outside the tent flap.
“Your Highness?” a guard’s voice called out, hesitant. “We heard a noise. Is everything alright?”
Hua Cheng’s blood ran cold. His inner walls involuntarily squeezed around Xie Lian’s swollen knot, sending a jolt of overstimulation through his ravaged body. He clamped a hand over his own mouth, his eye wide with panic.
Xie Lian, however, was the picture of tranquility. He lay comfortably over Hua Cheng’s back, resting his chin on the general's shoulder, his cock still buried and leaking inside him.
“I am quite alright," The Prince called out, his voice clear, melodic, and perfectly steady as if he weren’t knotted deep inside his general’s pussy. "General Hua Cheng is simply briefing me on tomorrow's strategy. It was... a vigorous discussion. Do not disturb us again.”
“Understood, Your Highness. Forgive the intrusion.”
The footsteps retreated.
Hua Cheng let out a shaky exhale, dropping his hand. “Gege is a terrible, terrible man,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Xie Lian laughed softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the mating mark on Hua Cheng's neck. He shifted his hips slightly, grinding his knot against Hua Cheng’s swollen, over-sensitive cunt, making the general whimper.
“Perhaps,” Xie Lian murmured, his hands stroking Hua Cheng’s trembling sides lovingly. “But you love it when I am terrible. Now, be a good general and keep my knot warm until morning.”