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Shen Qingqui couldn't believe his luck. Or, rather, lack of. He couldn't help but wonder what he did to deserve his current situation.
One 'Luo Binghe' in-between his legs, still sporting that unashamed, devious smirk even though he was fully bare, and another Luo Binghe supporting his head on his thighs from where he sat behind him on the bed, fully clothed. He knew he said he wanted to cling to the protagonists thighs, but not like this! One second these two Binghe's were glaring so furiously at each other, and the next they were collaborating together to do wicked things to him. Sure, he's been intimate with Luo Binghe, but that was back in a cave where the others mental state was in shambles! He had no other choice!! But, again, he had no other choice. It was either let these two fight it out and let others be drawn over to see two Luo Binghe's engaged in combat, or it was to pacify the original and send him on his way (he would only let it happen if it were both- he didn't want 'Luo Binghe' to have complete control over his body here after all).
He grit his teeth as 'Luo Binghe' ran his hand up his bare leg, having ripped off his attire as soon as Luo Binghe started cooperating, and refused to look at the original, face stone as he looked up at the Luo Binghe staring at his face. He could feel every touch the man made to his body, each grab and caress over his spread legs leaving a blazing trail of heat in their wake. "Oh, how rude of my dearest Shizun~" 'Luo Binghe' crooned down at the prone man, the same man whom he ripped each limb off of and cruelly made into a human stick. "You give all of the attention to your beloved disciple, but have none to give me, how cruel~"
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"Cruel my ass!!" He thought angrily, eyebrow's twitching in the smallest motion before smoothing out again. Of course he'd be ignoring the Luo Binghe between his legs, he's the one who turned him into a human stick in the original book! His disciple wouldn't dream of-
Shen Qingqui broke out of his thoughts as suddenly his legs were tossed over 'Luo Binghe's' shoulders, body being pulled forward in such a way that his head was pulled off of those glorious protagonist thighs. Luo Binghe quickly readjusted them, looking down at his Shizun before glaring at the familiar face between his legs. Shen Qingqui glanced down once he realized he couldn't see the original out of his peripheral vision anymore and quickly felt concerned for himself. There laid 'Luo Binghe', those same piercing red eyes staring at his most private places up close with the same glint in his eyes. He couldn't figure out if that glint meant he wanted to rip his genitalia clean off or devour him whole, but he definitely knew which one scared him the most.
"Shizun," 'Luo Binghe' drawled lazily, intense red eyes catching Shen Qingqui's own as said Shizun quickly looked away, pointedly staring up at the ceiling. "Shizun, how was he? Was he good? Did he make you cum?" Receiving no answer, the original dug his fingers into the meaty flesh of his teacher's leg, causing him to jump.
"Don't hurt him!" Luo Binghe said angrily, equally as intense red eyes glaring down at his counterpart.
"Maybe he should have answered me. Otherwise, I wouldn't do this." 'Luo Binghe' said as he released his fingers and most likely revealing the angry red crescent marks left behind from the demon's fingernails. Before either of them could question what he meant, Shen Qingqui saw his disciples eyes widen before his eyes did the same as teeth sunk into his opposite thigh, no doubt braking through his skin as he felt liquid trickle down his thigh and onto the blankets below him.
Luo Binghe made quick to move, only to have his thighs gripped tightly by Shen Qingqui. He saw the questioning look his disciple shot him and he muttered through grit teeth, "Don't."
Those teeth stayed for a moment longer before pulling back, and Shen Qingqui hesitantly raised his head, looking down at what 'Luo Binghe' did. Sure enough, there were deep imprints in both of his thighs from his harsh grip and his even harsher bite, blood trickling slowly from the teeth marks. 'Luo Binghe' caught his eye again and he kept his gaze this time, not looking away as the original licked the blood off of his lips.
"So now Shizun will talk, hmm? As long as it's not me, right?" He pressed against the teeth wound, collecting the blood on his fingers before bringing them up to his mouth. "That's awfully unfair of Shizun." He licked his fingers clean of the blood, free hand gripping Shen Qingqui's hip tightly. "Me and him are the same person, after all. How is he any better than me? I'm leagues ahead of him, Shizun." He drawled on again, now gripping the mans hips tightly with both hands as his face dropped down, breath ghosting over his still flaccid length as he spoke. "Now, dearest Shizun, please do this disciple a favor and answer. I think we'd all hate for him to get hurt anymore. And, be honest. It wouldn't do good to lie to me, Shizun." He never broke eye contact with Shen Qingqui, staring directly into his own cold eyes with his blazing red ones without a hint of the innocence his Binghe still had.
Gritting his teeth again, Shen Qingqui reluctantly replied. "...no..." Luo Binghe looked slightly hurt, while the original continued grinning. "He was sloppy and cruel, but it wasn't his fault. I didn't push him away, either." He laid flat again, squeezing his disciple's thigh reassuringly as he looked up at the ceiling of the bamboo shed once again.
'Luo Binghe' hummed, satisfied, and squeezed the Peak Lord's already bruised hips once more. "Since you failed to educate your disciple, maybe I should give a demonstration." One hand released his hips for a few moments and he felt his disciple tense below him before he felt why he stopped.
A wet appendage, he assumed it was a finger, prodded at his opening before abruptly pushing inside. Shen Qingqui forced himself to stay still and relaxed, not allowing a single twitch to come over his face. He wondered where 'Luo Binghe' possibly got any lubricant. After all, it wasn't as if there was actual lube in this world, and he certainly didn't feel the demon move enough to stick his fingers in his mouth. Then he remembered-
Didn't 'Luo Binghe' use his blood as lube in Proud Immortal Demon Way?
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First he's forced to swallow his blood, and now he's having it forced through another hole of his?
These Luo Binghe's were really too cruel!
He couldn't help but be startled out of his thoughts as he felt another wet finger prod his hole, that one also forcing it's way inside of him. He gripped Luo Binghe's thighs behind his head unconsciously, hole clenching in discomfort, and he heard 'Luo Binghe' chuckle (sure, they had the same voice, but he couldn't imagine Luo Binghe laughing at him right now).
"Enjoying yourself, Shizun?" 'Luo Binghe' said, sitting up again so he could see Shen Qingqui's face. His fingers prodded around his insides as his legs fell open, both sets of red eyes practically glowing as they stared down at Shen Qingqui. The poor bottom found his answer to his lubricant question when he saw blood dribbling down the original's chin, teeth marks on his lips tearing the skin open. 'Luo Binghe' once again didn't receive an answer and he frowned, prodding his fingers around more until he got a reaction from Shen Qingqui.
And a reaction he received indeed.
Pressing directly against his prostate, Shen Qingqui couldn't help but shout in surprise. His back arched clean off the bed and he gripped Luo Binghe's thighs tightly, unable to even muster a joking thought of how he was clinging to the protagonist's thighs. Through blurry eyes he saw Luo Binghe's face above him, could feel how tense he was underneath him, and he couldn't stop himself from releasing his grasp on his thighs to reach his hands up to stroke his face gently. He felt his disciple grab at his hands, squeezing them tightly in his grasp.
"Bing- Binghe..." Shen Qingqui said breathlessly, the lower half of his body trembling as his prostate was continually assaulted.
"Shizun!" His disciple responded quickly, leaning over top of him to be closer to his face. "Shizun..." Luo Binghe began kissing around Shen Qingqui's face, still gripping his hands tightly.
Shen Qingqui heard a laugh from below him before he felt a third appendage prod his entrance, once again forcing it's way inside. His toes curled as the fingers continued to prod and rub against his inner walls, no longer able to ignore the fact that he was aroused by 'Luo Binghe's' movements as his length stood hard and proud below his naval.
"You two seem to have forgotten about me." 'Luo Binghe' said, feigning hurt as he cruelly jammed his fingers into Shen Qingqui's prostate. He felt the air punched from his lungs as he did it a few more times, hands squeezing Luo Binghe's, before he relented and his fingers pulled out. "For you to ignore this disciple while giving all of your attention to another man right in front of him, how cruel of you. I'll have to change that, won't I, Shizun?"
He felt shifting, his legs being maneuvered to wrap around 'Luo Binghe's' waist, and suddenly there was weight above him and something large and thick being pressed against his hole. Luo Binghe's face above him was pushed away, and then the familiar face returned, no longer upside down, but definitely containing more cruelty, more hostility, more envy. "Indulge this disciple, won't you, Shizun?"
Shen Qingqui never got the chance to respond as his lips were devoured and he felt the head of 'Luo Binghe's' cock press inside of him, spearing him open. The demon's mouth swallowed his groan of pain, biting at his lips and dominating his tongue. The thick length continued pressing into him, too slow to be ruthless but too fast to be gentle.
It was like the time in the cave, and at the same time, it wasn't. Then, Luo Binghe was losing his grasp on his mind, had lost it, and took and took and took from him, simply running on his pure instinct to devour him whole. But here, now, this original Luo Binghe had complete control of himself, and still chose to purposefully cause him this pain. The pain of being stretched past his limit, even with his preparations (even though they were purely for show), the indescribable fullness within him, and the burning of his core.
Curse Airplane Shooting towards the Sky! Proud Immortal Demon Way was originally a stallion novel, but now it was a BL genre, and he was the bottom! Luo Binghe's length really was too big for any normal man to handle!
He was brought back to his reality once more from a harsh bite to his bottom lip and the feeling of hips grinding against his own. "Shizun~" Came the teasing purr of delight from 'Luo Binghe'. He looked up at the original who had pulled back and sat up, partially in a daze, and watched as he slowly licked the smears of blood from his lips. "Get ready."
It was all the warning Shen Qingqui received before 'Luo Binghe' set a brutal pace, knocking the breath from his lungs with every thrust. This was unlike what had happened in the cave. The Luo Binghe then was uncontrolled, messy and sloppy, brutal and animalistic in his thrusts. The original, however, had a harem of women and years upon years of practice. He was precise and controlled, striking at his prostate with every hip movement without losing any speed or brutality, pounding away inside of his abused hole.
Fingers dug into his hips, holding him in place. He couldn't hear the sound of his voice as it was, quite literally, fucked out of him, the sound of his heartbeat and blood rushing through his ears too prominent.
This was different from the cave. Then, it was akin to being taken by an animal, a demon. He guessed it wasn't too far off. Then, it was pain and blood, tears from both of their sides. Now, the pain dissipated and was replaced by pure pleasure, clouding his mind and his thoughts.
Shen Qingqui's back arched as a hand wrapped around his leaking erection, and he suddenly realized he could no longer see Luo Binghe's face above him, nor feel his thighs beneath his head. Slowly, he lifted his head to look down at the scene below, and heat quickly rose to his face. Two pairs of glowing red eyes stared transfixed as his disciple's hand pumped his shaft, one head much closer to his private region than the other. He saw 'Luo Binghe's' mouth moving, but was still unable to hear what they were saying. However, he guessed that 'Luo Binghe' was directing him as, as soon as he shut his mouth, Luo Binghe's head dived forward and licked over his tip.
He quickly dropped back onto the bed, hearing his voice over the sound of his heartbeat. He felt a warm, wet heat envelop his length and distantly recognized a moan was ripped from his throat, escaping into the confines of the bamboo shed. His hands fisted tightly in the blankets below him as heat coiled inside of him, tightening and tightening as these sensations were put upon him.
As the heat inside him only continued to grow, Shen Qingqui couldn't help but reach down and fist his hands in Luo Binghe's hair. His body trembled as the pleasure coursed through his body, and the coil inside of him finally snapped. He came with a shout, body feeling as though his nerves were alight.
His body melted into the bed beneath him and he realized that 'Luo Binghe' was still pounding away inside of him, somehow picking up an even more brutal pace. Shen Qingqui couldn't stop the ruined gasps of overstimulation from escaping his lips, thankful that at least Luo Binghe had pulled his head off of his now flaccid length.
He saw his disciples face again, the kinder eyes coming into view, though they blazed with the same intensity as 'Luo Binghe's'. He was unable to catch his breath as 'Luo Binghe' continued thrusting, and Luo Binghe leaned down to kiss him on the lips for the first time since this endeavor began. He gasped against his mouth, arms going up to wrap around his neck as he clung tightly. He soon tasted a thick, semi-salty liquid spill into his mouth from his disciples and he couldn't help but grimace.
They broke away not long after, his disciple resting his forehead against his own. "...Shizun..." Luo Binghe said, voice slightly hoarse.
Shen Qingqui, having no way to respond and no way to spit out the liquid in his mouth, swallowed with a grimace. "...this master hears you..." He said softly, still holding his disciple tightly. He was jerked from their soft moment as his behind was smacked suddenly, a hand grasping at his cheeks and eliciting a sharp gasp from him.
"Surely, Shizun still isn't forgetting about me, right?" Came 'Luo Binghe's' 'innocent' question, but it was laced with both aggravation and lust. He was pulled down the bed, away from Luo Binghe and filled further as 'Luo Binghe' held him still, further impaled on his throbbing erection. All movement halted as the original leaned over him, releasing his hip to roughly grab at his chin. "You're still being unfair, Shen Qingqui. You call so sweetly for him, what does he have that I don't? I'm more powerful than he is. I could take better care of you. What is it about him, Shizun? Why do you give me the cold shoulder, but give him your undivided attention? Tell me!" His words were laced with anger as he continued thrusting, hips erratic and uncontrolled as he chased his own release.
Despite everything, Shen Qingqui couldn't help but feel sympathy for 'Luo Binghe'. The original Shen Qingqui treated him like garbage out of hatred, simply because of how adept he was and his protagonists halo. No matter what world, Luo Binghe adored Shen Qingqui as he grew up, and these two both got different ends of the stick. His Luo Binghe got to be with the one he loved and adored so much. The original Luo Binghe was turned into a bitter monster, sleeping with his harem of women and taking, taking, taking.
He didn't deserve the life he was fed.
Shen Qingqui wrapped his arms around 'Luo Binghe's' neck, and, watching the surprise flit over 'Luo Binghe's' face, kissed him passionately. His eyes remained open, staring into his intense red eyes as a moments weakness flitted over his face and through the cracks of his shell.
Longing.
Sadness.
Betrayal.
The original's face quickly returned to normal as he feverishly kissed him back, no longer holding his face and instead gripping his hair tightly, holding him in place as he continued thrusting. Shen Qingqui hardly got chances to breath, only able to pull back for a moment before he was brought back into the passionate kiss. It was only a few more brutal thrusts before 'Luo Binghe' was spilling inside of him, a guttural moan being muffled in his mouth. He trembled as the hot liquid filled him further, grip loosening around 'Luo Binghe's' neck.
Shen Qingqui was gradually laid back down, trembling still as the original pulled out of him. He panted, limp on the bed. Both Binghe's looked at each other, one set of red eyes still glazed with lust and the other still as hungry as they were before, before he was flipped onto his stomach by 'Luo Binghe'.
"Did you think we were finished, Shizun? Sorry, but everyone gets to have their fun, right?" 'Luo Binghe' laughed as Shen Qingqui lifted his head. "Your dearest disciple hasn't had his turn yet. I think he'll do great after that demonstration." The original was on his knees in front of him, length still as hard as before.
Shen Qingqui was forced onto his hands and knees and he jumped as he felt hands on his backside. He looked back to see Luo Binghe, having shed his own garments after all this time. His red eyes were staring at seemingly every inch of his body at once, taking in every small detail of his body. He thumbed over his gaping hole, release slowly dribbling out. He moved his hand, but Shen Qingqui didn't get to see what he was doing with it as a hand grabbed his chin again and forced him to face forward.
"You pay attention to me now." 'Luo Binghe' said, voice back to his teasing, borderline malicious tone. The hand on his chin switched to his hair, gripping it so tight he couldn't help but wince softly. His free hand was stroking his length directly in front of Shen Qingqui's face, red eyes staring directly at his face. "You've been so mean to me, Shizun. Make it up to me?"
Shen Qingqui startled at the feel of hands on his hips once more and something hard once sgain pressing against his entrance. Warmth covered his back and he heard Luo Binghe's labored breaths next to his ear. "...forgive this disciple, Shizun..." Came his murmur and Shen Qingqui felt his length slip inside of him, easily gliding in from the mixture of fluids and how open he was from 'Luo Binghe's' turn.
He shivered as he was filled once more, lips parting in a silent gasp. 'Luo Binghe' took advantage of his parted lips and slid his erection past his lips, unable to hilt himself before Shen Qingqui was gagging around it. He gripped his hair tightly, not thrusting his hips but instead using the grip on his hair to guide him back and forth, never pushing in farther than his gag reflex would allow. "How do you feel, Shizun?" 'Luo Binghe' said above him, voice deeply amused. "Both holes filled by your beloved disciples. Do you feel ashamed? Humiliated? Or, Shizun, are you aroused? Do you get off on this?"
Hips pulled away from Shen Qingqui's backside before they slammed right back in, causing his body to lurch forward and a groan to seep past his stuffed mouth. Both sets of hips started moving, the hand in his hair now holding him in place. His fingers gripped the sheets below him tightly as Luo Binghe recklessly thrust into him, no finesse or care just like the first time, and 'Luo Binghe' started forcing himself past his gag reflex, leaving his throat spasming and struggling to breathe as his eyes started watering.
They took him like that, sometimes alternating thrusts or driving in and out at the same time, leaving him overstuffed one moment and empty the next. He couldn't catch his breath, muffled whimpers and moans escaping him as he trembled in their grasp.
Luo Binghe's arms wrapped around his waist as he continued to thrust inside of him, and he felt his warm breath against his skin as his disciple buried his head in his neck. "Shizun... It feels so good inside of you..." He planted wet kisses across his skin, sharp teeth occasionally joining the fray and leaving him shivering. "Shizun... Shizun..."
His disciple shifted his arm at his waist and suddenly grabbed at Shen Qingqui's length, which was hard and aching once more. He inhaled sharply through his nose, body tensing as a large hand started to freely stroke his erection. "Shizun needs to feel good too. This disciple is happy to help him." Luo Binghe said softly into his ear, stroking him lazily as he pounded relentlessly into his behind.
He was finally allowed a chance to catch his breath as 'Luo Binghe' pulled his head back by his air, eliciting a small whimper. He panted, closing his eyes as his head was tilted slightly back, just enough for the original to be able to see his face clearly.
Shen Qingqui's brows twitched as he felt 'Luo Binghe's' length rub across his face, pre and saliva smearing over his cheeks and chin. A hard thrust from Luo Binghe had him moaning, gripping the blankets tightly below him, and the original started tugging on his hair. "Up, up. Let our dearest Shizun sit up, poser." He crooned, and he felt his disciple scowl against his skin. He stayed in the same position for a few more seconds until Luo Binghe sat up, leaving his back bare again. He was tugged upwards by his hair and he hissed at the sting, the pulling only stopping until his back was flush against his disciple's uppder body once more. The hand never left his hair, however. "Sit against the wall."
That got his eyes to open up. Shen Qingqui looked at 'Luo Binghe' as his disciple slid out of him, definitely reluctant by how slowly he did it, but did it nonetheless. After all, Shen Qingqui personally ordered asked him to behave during this. He looked at Luo Binghe, sitting against the wall where the bed was tucked up against, length hard and leaking a bit less than halfway up his abdomen.
He grit his teeth, once again cursing Airplane Shooting towards the Sky for making Luo Binghe's length too big.
Shen Qingqui was turned around, the hand in his hair guiding the turn, before he was pushed back against Luo Binghe's chest. Back flush against his disciples broad chest once again, the hand in his hair let go and he felt an arm wrap securely around his waist.
Shen Qingqui felt caged. Luo Binghe's legs were stretched out beside his own, his arm wrapped tight around his waist, as 'Luo Binghe' spread his legs open again, settling between them. His hands moved to his thighs and he felt himself being lifted, legs spread to the side and hooked over his disciples legs instead of stretched out in front of him.
His face flushed uncharacteristically at how far he was spread and how open he was, his hands gripping Luo Binghe's arm around his waist. Said man's length was now rubbing against his still open hole, the tip slipping inside occasionally as his disciple squirmed and thrust up impatiently.
Shen Qingqui himself was squirming now, eyes staring directly at the covers below them. He heard a cruel laugh from in front of him before he felt hands suddenly leave his thighs and the arm around his waist loosen.
His vision went white.
When he came to, the first thing he noticed was a shape in front of his face, eyesight too blurred to distinguish the details. Eventually, his sight cleared up for him to notice a familiar face in front of him. "Binghe..." He murmured quietly, reaching out to touch the face in front of him. He didn't notice the flash of something unknown that went through those piercing red eyes.
The second thing Shen Qingqui noticed was how deeply impaled he was when he tried to move. A single shift of his hips had his back arching, a gasp slipping past his lips.
The third thing he noticed was that, oh shit, he forgot just what predicament he was in, and that's not Luo Binghe in front of him.
A figure pressed up close to his front, sandwiching him between two very solid bodies. Heat was spreading through his body, leaving his face flushed red as he panted. He couldn't regain any of the composure he had earlier, having lost all traces of Shen Qingqui's aloof personality in this moment. Hips grinded up against his own and he moaned, hands reaching out to grab onto 'Luo Binghe' in front of him.
Inhaling shakily, he grit his teeth and said, "...move."
'Luo Binghe' laughed in front of him, his shoulders shaking. "Hmm, Shizun wants you to start moving, poser. Let's give him what he wants, yes?" Hips didn't hesitate to start moving beneath his own, ruthlessly pounding into his already abused hole.
Shen Qingqui threw his head back as the body in front of him pressed even closer and pressed their hips together, a hand wrapping around both of their lengths. His hands gripped tightly onto 'Luo Binghe's' shoulders, breath breaking off into pitchy moans and gasps of pleasure more often than he'd like to admit. He trembled in the hands of the two literal demons, two mouths descending on both sides of his neck to suck and bite at his skin, no doubt marking the skin for the entire Qing Jing Peak (and Luo Qingge) to see tomorrow.
He was held between the two Binghe's, no chance of escape, and assaulted with pleasure. The pair took him like that for a while, Luo Binghe's sloppy thrusting and 'Luo Binghe's' diligent handjob eventually throwing him over the edge. His voice broke as he shouted, releasing all over the original's hand. He was limp between them, a soft whimper escaping him as the two continued chasing their own pleasure. The twinges of oversensitivity crept into his body as his disciple continued thrusting into him and he grabbed lightly at the arm clutching his waist with one hand, the other still gripping 'Luo Binghe's' shoulders. "Binghe, please..." Was all he whispered, but it was enough.
The body behind him tensed, gripping him tight enough to crush him as warmth flooded his insides. The one in front of him stilled shortly after, and he felt the sticky substance coat the front of his stomach. All three of them panted, staying in their respective places for a few moments before the two Binghe's started moving. He was slowly lifted off of his disciples lap, causing him to whimper at the sensitivity, before he was placed on his side on the bed. Luo Binghe laid down behind him, pulling the cover up over them as he held onto Shen Qingqui protectively. He sat up despite this, and despite the pain in his lower back and lower regions, and watched as the original Luo Binghe pulled his clothes back on.
"I've gotten my taste." 'Luo Binghe said, smirking over at Shen Qingqui. "I suppose that means I have to keep my end of the bargain. Until next time, Shizun." And like that, he was gone. No battle, no involvement of his disciples, nothing but the soreness between his legs and the tenseness of his Luo Binghe behind him to remind them of what just happened.
And if Shen Qingqui couldn't walk properly for the next week, well, it wasn't anyone's business but theirs.