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Have some weird, very dub-con fic featuring some AU version of canon!SQQ is SY and some version of LBH, whichever he is.

Shen Qingqiu breathes, still as the mountains hosting Qing Jing Peak. For now. “You heard me.”

Luo Binghe’s yes on him are scorching. “Are you certain? I won’t allow you to take it back.”

Shen Qingqiu doesn’t let himself be moved. “Yes.” It’ll be worth it. Luo Binghe has made what he wants very clear. Shen Qingqiu won’t risk his sect just to preserve his dignity.

“Then prove it.”

Shen Qingqiu steels himself before he climbs the step to Luo Binghe’s throne and seals his fate with a bloody kiss, chaining himself to the king of the demon realm but hopefully freeing his disciples in the process.

The lord’s red eyes burn into his when he pushes back.

It takes all he has not to shudder.

Luo Binghe’s fingers on his face are searing as they trail from his hair to his still bloody lips. He wipes a drop of blood and holds his fingers to Shen Qingqiu, expectant.

Shen Qingqiu’s can’t believe he’s surviving the humiliation as his tongue extends to lick the blood off like Luo Binghe demanded.

A few moments later, the blood lights every single nerve of his body on fire. His legs give under him, and only Luo Binghe’s quick reflexes stop him from ending up sprawled on the floor. Instead, he ends up sitting in Luo Binghe’s lap, trying to regain control as the pleasure fades into pleasant embers.

Luo Binghe’s smile could almost be described as nice if it wasn’t for the intensity of his expression. “You’re mine now.”

Shen Qingqiu stays silent as a statue.

Luo Binghe digs his fingers into Shen Qingqiu’s hair, disturbing his hairstyle and pulling a strand of it to his lips.

Shen Qingqiu focuses on keeping his breathing regular and blocks everything else.

“Shen Qingqiu doesn’t have to be so worried. I always take care of what’s mine.”

Shen Qingqiu can’t help himself. “You don’t have to pretend. I know why I’m here for.” He doesn’t claim to understand why he of all people struck Luo Binghe’s fancy when people like Liu Qingge, Liu Mingyan and Qi Qingqi are around, but he can guess. Luo Binghe is probably looking forward to put a high and mighty cultivator like him in his place. He heard Luo Binghe doesn’t have the best track record with their kind.

Luo Binghe frowns. “Whatever you’re imagining, put it out of your mind. I won’t mistreat you.”

“Of course not.” If he can’t hide his disdain at this blatant lie, so be it. Luo Binghe can’t really believe him this naïve.

Luo Binghe sighs. “I suppose I will have your heart in time. For now, your body will do nicely.” He stops the rebuke that was going to fly off Shen Qingqiu’s lips at the notion that he’d ever give his heart to a demon with his own lips.

Once he’s done kissing Shen Qingqiu’s breath away, he caresses his lips with his thumb, eyes glued to his mouth so intently Shen Qingqiu almost can’t stand it. “I can’t wait to see those lips wrapped around my cock.”

Shen Qingqiu feels his blood rush to his cheeks at this comment. As hard as he’s trying to keep his composure, he’s not used to being treated this way. No one would dare to disrespect the lord of Qing Jing Peak by ordering him to… do this to them.

He’ll have to handle it. Shen Qingqiu gave himself to Luo Binghe. This much is to be expected.

He inhales deeply before he starts lifting himself from Luo Binghe’s lap, steadily ignoring the frightening bulge under him.

The floor is startlingly cold under his knees.

He can hear Luo Binghe’s breath catch. “I dreamed of seeing you like this at my feet.”

Shen Qingqiu bites his tongue hard enough to chase the lingering taste of Luo Binghe’s blood with his own, unmindful of the sting that is sure to follow, and empties his mind as he pulls Luo Binghe free from his clothes.

He falters when he sees what he’s supposed to serve. He can’t possibly… Not even a woman could take this without pain.

Then again, Luo Binghe probably doesn’t care if he’s in pain.

The embers start burning again when he puts his hand on Luo Binghe’s cock. Even if he knows the arousal isn’t natural, it feels like it is. It feels like wrapping his hands around that ridiculously large length fills him with desire. He can see how easy it would be to lose himself in this, to let Luo Binghe feed him lust until it becomes unnecessary.

Luo Binghe gasps at the feeling of Shen Qingqiu's warm flesh on him. Shen Qingqiu ignores how lewd the sound is. He keeps moving his hands, barely big enough for the task. Maybe if he closes his eyes, he can pretend this is someone else. A man he wouldn’t mind kneeling for.

Not that there is one. Even if there was, he wouldn’t dare risk provoking Luo Binghe’s anger. He bets the demon king doesn’t share.

For the moment, he needs to keep his mind on what he has to do now if he wants Luo Binghe to keep his end of the bargain. It’s just that there’s no way his cock is going to fit into his mouth without choking. He doesn’t think anyone could.

He starts by licking along the length before pressing light kisses on it. He can’t help feeling lost. He’s never done this before. If Luo Binghe wanted a talented partner, he should have chosen someone else. Shen Qingqiu would have happily passed.

Though from the moans coming from over him and the hand petting his face, he’s not doing too bad.

Shen Qingqiu tries to take the head in his mouth and immediately chokes.

Luo Binghe’s voice rings into the room, consoling tone so insulting Shen Qingqiu wants to bite him off. “I’m sorry about this. I know you’re doing your best. Let me help you with this.”

When Shen Qingqiu tries again, he can tell Luo Binghe did something to him. When he pushes into his throat, Shen Qingqiu feels nothing but more unnatural pleasure at the drag of his cock inside him. Somehow, this feels more perverse than Luo Binghe using his blood to make him feel good. This is him modifying his body to make it easier for him to use Shen Qingqiu as he wishes. It’s obscene. Still, there’s nothing he can do but go along with it. No amount of desire he doesn’t understand will make him okay with what he’s doing at the moment anyway.

Luo Binghe pushes him off gently. Shen Qingqiu blinks, confused. It can’t be over already? This would be too easy, wouldn’t it? Luo Binghe didn’t even come once.

As if he could guess what Shen Qingqiu is thinking, and he sure hopes he can’t, Luo Binghe answers him. “You’re just as beautiful like this as I imagined, but I would be a poor partner if I didn’t make sure you came before I did.”

Shen Qingqiu ignores how rough he sounds when he answers. “You don’t have to trouble yourself.” He would much rather get this over with.

“Nonsense. It’s no bother.” As if he cared for Shen Qingqiu’s well-being besides making his point.

Shen Qingqiu shuts up. He lets Luo Binghe helps him up and doesn’t protest when he leads him to his bedroom through a portal he can seemingly open at will, courtesy of the malevolent sword he’s never seen without. He even cooperates when Luo Binghe undresses him slowly, probably revelling in Shen Qingqiu’s embarrassment and humiliation at the spectacle he makes.

“You really are stunning. Getting familiar with your body will be a privilege.”

What privilege? A privilege isn’t taken. And it’s not like all he would have to do is decide Shen Qingqiu will feel good for it to happen. He can have him pant with uncontrollable lust with a thought.

Not that he hasn’t. Shen Qingqiu can do nothing to hide how hard he already is, the blood now running through him having made sure he would be receptive to Luo Binghe’s touch. It takes but a few strokes of his hands and a few brushes of his lips on his skin for Shen Qingqiu to bite his lips and did his nails into his palm, all to try and keep his reason.

His mind is in chaos when Luo Binghe finally slips a finger inside him.

It won’t hurt, had said Luo Binghe. Shen Qingqiu had believed it. It wouldn’t, as long as Luo Binghe didn’t want it to. Which meant Shen Qingqiu had better be amiable or risk being torn apart from the inside. Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t put it pass him.

But for now, it felt good. Too good. Those fingers rubbing inside of him gave birth to a hunger he had never felt before, a desire to be filled completely alien to his nature. His only response to Luo Binghe adding a finger is an urge for more, now, please. He watches with horror as his legs spread open, seemingly of their own accord, to make room for Luo Binghe, who can’t seem to stop staring where his fingers disappear inside Shen Qingqiu.

No amount of pleasure can’t stop him from trembling in fear when Luo Binghe finally stops teasing him and presses the head of his cock against his entrance. There’s no way it will fit. It just won’t.

His muscles relax all at once, leaving him limp on the bed, once more courtesy of Luo Binghe’s blood. If his body is more ready to receive Luo Binghe, his mind is only more nervous at this demonstration of how much power over himself he surrendered to a demon.

Those thoughts are wiped right off when Luo Binghe finally pushes in, finding no resistance. It’s so good Shen Qingqiu screams and arches into it. He can’t comprehend whatever Luo Binghe is whispering to him, or anything he himself is saying, too busy being overwhelmed by Luo Binghe’s everything. His cock hits him right where it counts each time. Luo Binghe’s hands feel delicious everywhere they touch. Luo Binghe’s lips ignite a passion in him he didn’t think himself capable of. All he can do is let him have him however he wants, even long after Shen Qingqiu himself came. This too should hurt, but no. Luo Binghe’s cock is still perfect inside him even after he’s coated his insides with his essence. Shen Qingqiu could let Luo Binghe do this all night without issue. He might even ask for more after.

Luo Binghe kisses him constantly, smothering his cries and licking off the tears leaking from his eyes.

When Luo Binghe comes for a fourth time, he pulls out of Shen Qingqiu, soiling the sheets beyond repairs in the process.

The pleasure recedes. Shen Qingqiu comes back to himself.

If he weren’t so deeply, profoundly exhausted, he would tense up all over. This is worse than he even thought possible. Like this, Luo Binghe could take anything from him and Shen Qingqiu would thank him for it. There’s nothing he can do to protect himself from this assault from within himself.

“Better than I even imagined. You’re worth giving up Cang Qiong for.”

Those words should calm him, but they’re only a chilling reminder of why he’s doing this. “Will I be allowed to return then?” Luo Binghe had said yes, but if he changed the terms, there isn’t much Shen Qingqiu could do to stop him.

“Would you prefer to stay? I would love to keep you here.”

“No.” That’s all he’s going to say. He can’t undo all the work he did by telling him the prospect of being with him a second longer terrifies him.

“Too bad. Sleep then. I will bring you back tomorrow morning.”

It won’t end like this. It would be too easy. “When will I see you again?”

“Whenever I feel like it. I expect it won’t be too long before I have you again.”

Shen Qingqiu won’t be sleeping tonight, not with this threat looming over him.

Or he wouldn’t if odd fatigue wasn’t coming over him, pulling his eyelids closed and his limbs down both into the bed and into Luo Binghe’s embrace.

His last conscious thought is that Luo Binghe is very warm.

#The Scum Villain Self Serving System #Scum Villain #BingQiu #The Peak Lord SY/Demon King LBH AU

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