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Shang Qinghua was a proud young immortal, a god of literature who was very curious about the new things that were emerging in the mortal realm.
But his curiosity could get him into trouble, ever since his ascension he had always ended up getting scolded by the older immortals.
But he continued to research more about how the mortal world evolved, and this really became a problem for the other Gods when Shang Qinghua started digging into information about the demonic realm.
He researched ways of communicating with them, rituals, festivities involving sacrifices, Shang Qinghua was fascinated and at the same time frightened by their culture.
The God of Literature had always been stubborn about it, even with the warnings of his elders, why should he care? He was immortal anyway.
And as a good God of books, his hobby was stealing mortal tales, from some deadly stories to forbidden books from the sacred library, and sometimes even writing some erotic tales, which he was careful to keep to himself.
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One fateful day, the God Shang Qinghua had finally finished his divine duties and decided to read one of the forbidden tales he had taken from the celestial library, there were instructions for a ritual, which of course piqued the young divine being's curiosity.
It was a summoning ritual, but Shang Qinghua didn't know exactly what it was, and well, he was strong enough to fight any beast if necessary, and something inside him needed to know what that ritual would bring him.
When he was no longer needed at the heavenly court, Shang Qinghua went off to his palace to research more about the materials needed for the ritual, asking for help from the Shen Yuan God, who was eagerly trying to talk sense into the younger man to make him give up such an idea.
If they were caught, Shang Qinghua would surely be exiled for tampering with demonic magic.
But of course the younger God didn't care, in the end it would just be less work at court, if he became mortal again he could go back to cultivating immortality. To be honest, Shang Qinghua never thought he would actually ascend to divinity.
For some reason, performing this ritual seemed more important than his own position in the heavens.
Shen Yuan wanted to hit him, Shang Qinghua was completely crazy! And he still wanted to drag him into this mess!
Of course, Shen Yuan was going of his own free will to cover for his friend, and out of curiosity too, but it was still an irresponsible attitude.
When the time came, both Gods descended into the mortal realm, going to the border between the realms to perform the ritual, in a remote forest where they couldn't be found so easily.
Shang Qinghua read the instructions in the book, making a protective seal around where they were, and with the mark of one of the demon clans of the northern desert, giving his own divine blood to finish the ritual.
Shen Yuan was on the edge of the protective seal so that he could get the youngest out of that place if necessary.
As soon as Shang Qinghua offered his blood, the protective seal was destroyed.
Soon the gods were on the defensive, waiting for some kind of evil beast to attack.
The temperature in the forest dropped abruptly, a thick mist slightly blocking the vision of the deities there, but as it dispersed, the creature Shang Qinghua had summoned revealed itself.
It was a beautiful demon, his hair as black as the night sky, his skin so pale it was bluish in the moonlight, his cold beauty with an air of arrogance, he could easily be a martial deity... He was totally Shang Qinghua type...
No! He couldn't think about that now, they were in possible danger! Concentrate Shang Qinghua!
The said God was kneeling in the middle of the circle of blood, something strange began to happen, the circle began to glow and Qinghua suddenly didn't feel so cold anymore. Below him, the God could see that the circle had formed the mark of the Northern Desert Demon Royalty clan, Shang Qinghua's golden-brown eyes met the icy gaze of Mobei Jun, a second-generation demon of the Northern Desert Demon Royalty clan.
Oh, he had been marked, he could feel it, he felt a chill running down his spine, causing him to shiver.
That would be bad for when they returned to the heavenly court, if they returned at all.
Shen Yuan promptly pulled his friend out of the circle of blood, standing in front of him and preventing Shang Qinghua from seeing that demonic beauty.
The cold demon said nothing, asked nothing about why he had been summoned by two inconsequential gods. He just took one more look at Shang Qinghua, who was hiding behind Shen Yuan, but still curious enough to peek over his friend's shoulder.
As if enjoying seeing the little god's frightened face, Mobei Jun gave a satisfied smile before using his shadows to transport himself back to his realm.
Mobei Jun felt he had found something he didn't even know he wanted when he saw that god with the bright golden eyes and curly hair.
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When the deities returned to the heavens, Shen Yuan almost broke the fan over Shang Qinghua's head for this completely imbecilic plan, but the God of Literature wasn't really sorry.
After that incident, Shang Qinghua and Shen Yuan didn't talk about it anymore, fearing that some other gossipy god might overhear and spread the word that they (Shang Qinghua) had performed a forbidden ritual and even interacted with a demon of northern royalty.
Shang Qinghua was not in a favorable situation, and when he returned to his quarters and was on his way to undress, he noticed a familiar mark on his abdomen, below his navel, the same mark that was on Mobei Jun's forehead, with some drawings in strange patterns that resembled snowflakes next to the main tattoo.
He was marked... He's really screwed up now.
When Qinghua realized that his room was colder than usual, he turned to see if he had left the windows open and saw Mobei Jun sitting on his bed, simply the most beautiful being Shang Qinghua had the pleasure of seeing.
Mobei Jun was acting as if the rooms were his, and the owner of the room was considering whether to confront the demon or just change rooms.
And of course he chose to confront the ice demon, what the God didn't expect was to end up in the same bed as the demon.
Mobei Jun explained that Shang Qinghua was now bound to him, forever, and there was only one way to break that bond. But the demon didn't say how to do that.
It even seemed as if he wanted Shang Qinghua to be tied to him, of course being a God gave you some kind of respect, but Shang Qinghua wasn't that powerful for a royal demon to want him.
But he wouldn't contest it, at least not yet.
For a few months, Mobei Jun continued to visit Shang Qinghua in the Celestial Realm on the sly, and it was actually quite enjoyable; he was able to find out a lot more about demon culture and began to like the demon even more, despite his strange quirks. Because of the bond, Mobei Jun always went to Shang Qinghua to ask for favors, the God even wondered if the demon thought he was his servant or something, but he did it anyway, of course not without complaining in the process.
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A few years had passed and Shang Qinghua's secret was safe.
At least that's what he thought.
It was an ordinary day, the God was doing his work in the celestial library when he was called by the senior elders.
His nervousness was remarkable, he entered the hall of the heavenly court and saw that Mobei Jun was there, bound and unconscious, this feeling turned to panic.
Why was he there? What had happened? How had they found out? Shang Qinghua thought.
Looking around for Shen Yuan, he didn't want his friend to be punished for his fault.
Shen Yuan soon appeared in court, trying to contest Shang Qinghua's accusation, but they knew there was no escape, the evidence was literally stamped on Shang Qinghua. There was no other option for him but to be banished from heaven for performing that ritual and still having a relationship with such a demonic creature.
The Younger God asked Shen Yuan not to interfere, he would try to fix it.
But inside he just wondered how it had happened, had Mobei Jun given them up? Why?... No. That didn't seem right, it must have been an ambush. That wasn't possible without an outside influence.
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Mo LanXue, Mobei Jun, the Crown Prince of the Northern Desert, that was a lot of titles for this proud and somewhat spoiled demon, but he was also a lonely one.
And that wasn't exactly a problem for him, as a demon from one of the most important clans in the north, it was only natural that others wouldn't get close to him out of convenience, so friendships were rare, the young prince wasn't even close to his own family, Mobei Jun couldn't miss something he never had.
That lasted until he met that peculiar and inconsequential god who performed a forbidden summoning ritual; it was as clear as moonlight that those gods had no idea what they were doing.
Mobei could easily have killed those two in the forest, but something attracted him to that stupid but cute God of literature.
He didn't have to explain about the bond, or invade the heavens to spend time with him, or go on stupid missions to get excuses to talk to Shang Qinghua.
He didn't need to do that, but for the first time in years, Mo LanXue didn't feel alone.
Even with Shang Qinghua's constant complaints about his temper, Mobei Jun found him funny, and before they knew it, decades had passed and their relationship had evolved considerably.
One day, the Crown Prince of the North was settling some disputes with other clans. These were endless and tiring meetings for the demon prince, and his uncle Linguang Jun told him to take some time for himself and have a good cup of tea before returning to his responsibilities.
Linguang was the only legitimate person in Mobei Jun's family, his parents having left a long time ago, leaving the responsibility of the kingdom to the young heir. But Linguang Jun was always there to supervise his nephew. Mobei Jun found his uncle's behavior strange; it always seemed as if he was ready to attack him from behind.
And not long after, that's exactly what happened.
Linguang-Jun had found out about his nephew's secret outings and of course he didn't hesitate to comment on it to his divine contacts, and when he found out about the link from the spies in the celestial realm, he had no problem denouncing their relationship to the higher elders.
And so he set his ambush, poisoning his own nephew and handing him over to the heavens; if his plan worked, he would soon have control of the northern desert.
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The trial took place without interruption at first, Shang Qinghua's sentence would obviously be banishment from the heavens, but when the elders brought up Mobei Jun's situation, the God was willing to do anything so that he wouldn't be punished too.
Not least because Shang Qinghua was to blame for all this, right? He was the one who dragged Shen Yuan into the ritual, he was the one who summoned and bound Mobei Jun, it was only fair that Shang Qinghua should suffer the consequences alone.
And Mobei Jun couldn't do anything to stop it, being unaware of the whole situation and too weak to even object, but things weren't going to stay that way.
He wouldn't let it end that way.
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And so it was that Shang Qinghua ended up trapped in a temple of his own in the mortal world, working as a priest, with no powers and no memories, he was also forbidden to see his friend Shen Yuan again, but he didn't even remember him, but Shen Yuan still kept an eye on him, even from afar.
But at least Shang Qinghua still had his immortality, and a jewel in the shape of a snowflake was the only gift from Mobei-Jun that he managed to keep before he was banished, and even though at that moment he didn't know how he got that jewel, Shang Qinghua always had it on a collar.
It had been decades, or perhaps centuries, since Shang Qinghua had been exiled from the heavens.
From the few memories he had left, he knew that he had been banished because of a demon, and if he met that creature, he would certainly try to take revenge.
His perception was distorted by the elder gods who came to oversee the fallen god from time to time, and since Shang Qinghua had no contact with anyone other than the human devotees, there was no way for him to know the truth.
But there was one thing: the priest was very observant and Shang Qinghua's curiosity could be both a blessing and a curse.
He found a way to get books on the demon realm, he wanted to find a way to break that bond with whatever that creature was, the only way he could do that was if one of them died.
Ah, this is going to be more complicated than I thought. Qinghua muttered, leaning over the table with a pile of books.
He felt lonely, what was the point of having so much space if there were no people to occupy it? His superiors hadn't come to keep an eye on him for decades, and that was a good thing in a way, but he still felt lonely anyway, and if it hadn't been for a human who visited him regularly, he would have felt even worse.
Shang Qinghua didn't know much about the human's identity, but it was easy to recognize him in the crowd. What he did know was that this man was not a normal human, dozens of years had passed and he had never aged, but Shang Qinghua never questioned this.
His name was Mo LanXue, he was tall, his skin so pale it almost looked like porcelain, his eyes were icy blue, his hair long and straight, black as the night sky, a cold beauty with an air of arrogance, if that man was a God, Shang Qinghua would surely worship only him.
That man tormented his dreams in such a wonderful way that it hurt his heart, even though Shang Qinghua knew almost nothing about him, the fallen God didn't want to lose his only faithful companion, especially because of the relationship they had built...
Again having inappropriate thoughts, that priest really had no salvation.
“Good evening, Daochi.” The younger man entered the room where the priest was and greeted him, bringing Shang Qinghua back to reality.
“Ah! Good evening Mr. Mo, I apologize for my distraction.” The shorter man stood up quickly to greet his guest.
“Sir? As far as Daochi knows, I'm younger than you.” Mo LanXue arched an eyebrow, with a small smile that was familiar to Shang Qinghua.
“Oh, that's right... For a moment I-... I'm kind of oblivious today.” The older man replied, somewhat bemused by his behavior.
“And what's been taking up your attention?” Mo LanXue approached, leaving Shang Qinghua against the wall, the taller man's hands roaming around the older man's waist, bringing their faces closer together, making the poor priest blush and whimper, making Mo LanXue lose control.
Why were his hands so cold? Shang Qinghua thought, he hadn't even noticed when his eyes had closed, feeling the minty breath mingling with his own, Shang Qinghua was the first to end the distance between them, bringing the man into an almost desperate kiss.
“Mo...Mobei- Huh?” Shang Qinghua uttered in shock as their faces pulled apart, his shock both at the unknown name, but for some reason familiar to the priest, having come out of his mouth, calling LanXue by the wrong name. But also because when he opened his eyes, the younger man looked strange, his skin looked bluer, and there was a mark that Shang Qinghua knew very well on his forehead. This made Shang Qinghua more hyperaware of how cold the other man was.
That only lasted as long as the priest blinked, now Mo LanXue was normal?
Soon they were staring at each other with confused expressions.
“Mobei?...” Mo LanXue asked confusedly, but at the same time, he looked rather hopeful? He couldn't explain that expression.
“Is everything all right?” The younger said, taking one of his hands to caress the shorter man's face, that hand so cold it felt like it could freeze him with a touch.
“Everything's fine! Forget it.” Shang Qinghua said exasperatedly, his voice sounding louder than it should have, turning away from the other soon after.
“This one isn't thinking straight.” He said, feeling a little embarrassed.
“For a moment I thought that-... Never mind.” Mo LanXue muttered, glancing at the shorter man, looking a little disappointed.
“What?” Shang Qinghua asked, somewhat oblivious and lost in his own thoughts.
“It's nothing that needs your concern, Daochi.” The taller man replied with his usual calm and coolness.
“Right... I- I need to finish sorting out a few things...” Shang Qinghua turned away, leaving the room before he had even said a proper goodbye to Mo LanXue.
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He was from the Mobei clan, that creature that was linked to Shang Qinghua was from the northern desert realm. The demon who would have been the cause of his banishment was Mo LanXue, the one he had to kill to get rid of this bond.
But also the one to whom he had a strong affection, but that could be a side effect of the ritual, right?
Was Mo LanXue, or rather Mobei Jun, deceiving him all this time? Playing with him like a cat plays with a mouse before eating it? Ah, Shang Qinghua felt very confused.
One part of him wanted to know his side of the story, and the other wanted to kill that demon, for his banishment and for lying to him all this time, but something didn't seem right, he just didn't know exactly what it was.
Shang Qinghua began to avoid seeing Mo LanXue, always making excuses not to spend time with him, and of course the demon would notice the sudden change in his behavior.
Mobei Jun had spent years in disguise researching a way to make the fallen god remember the truth, he didn't need to disguise himself as a human, but he wanted to be close to Shang Qinghua without causing suspicion in the heavens, even if he didn't remember anything they had experienced, they had created new memories in the last few decades they had spent together.
The ice demon hadn't spoken the truth from the start out of concern that the higher elders would come back to take Shang Qinghua away from him for good. This was not something he could allow, he didn't want to deceive the other, but this was the way he found to keep himself close.
He couldn't bear to spend any more time away from Shang Qinghua, it was clear that something had happened to drive the priest away, and Mobei Jun already suspected what had happened, something would give away his cover at some point, he knew that.
So he went even deeper into his research to find out how to break the seal on Shang Qinghua's memories, breaking it wouldn't be the problem, what he needed to know was the object where the God's memories were sealed.
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It had been almost two weeks since they had seen each other, it was almost torturous.
Mobei Jun believed that this time could be good for Shang Qinghua, but that didn't mean he liked it.
With the help of Shen Yuan, Luo Binghe's current consort, he got clues as to where the seal of memories might be, it had to be an object of great value to Shang Qinghua.
And on the other hand, the priest had obtained an artifact that could hurt ice demons, having been a God of literature in the past really helped when it came to finding the books he needed.
He was ready to face Mobei Jun now.
And this time the priest who had called him to his temple, a part of him had really wanted to run to him during the days they had been away. But it was all down to that bond, he thought.
When Mo LanXue arrived at the temple, he was as elegant as ever. Shang Qinghua was arranging his altar, his back to the demon, as if he hadn't noticed him there.
This annoyed Mobei Jun a little, Shang Qinghua's attention should have been on him.
He approached the shorter man, hugging his waist from behind, Mobei Jun wasn't that much taller than Shang Qinghua when he was in his human form, at least compared to his real form.
Qinghua's heart skipped a beat when he was hugged, ah... he was almost forgetting his purpose there.
LanXue rested his chin on his shoulder, watching the priest organize the altar, almost like a cat wanting to get its master's attention, Mo LanXue sighed against Shang Qinghua's neck, it was making him lose focus.
The elder's reactions brought satisfaction to Mobei Jun, he was finally getting the attention he deserved.
“What do you really look like?” The priest asked, while leaving the fruit basket further to the left of the altar and leaving the incense sticks on the right, leaving the middle of the altar completely empty.
“Not much different from this one.” Mobei Jun murmured against Shang Qinghua's ear, giving him goosebumps.
“I want to see it.” The elder asked, turning his face slightly so that he could see Mo LanXue's expression.
“You'll be scared.” The other replied seriously, but with an amused smile on his face, as if he knew what kind of reaction the older man would have.
“If it's not so different, why should I be scared?” Shang Qinghua retorted.
“You're such an idiot sometimes, I like it in you.” The ice demon said as he spun Shang Qinghua around to face him, pressing him against the altar.
“Don't evade the subject.” The priest pointed out, looking away from anything other than the creature in front of him, the red flush on his cheeks was noticeable, and it made Mobei Jun smile.
“All right, I'll show you, but don't say I didn't warn you, Daoshi.” The demon replied, transforming quickly.
His snow-white skin was now almost bluish, the mark on his forehead was noticeable, and he had grown even taller, in his human form he was almost 6'4“ in tall, now he was over 6' 6” in height, his clothes were almost bursting at the seams.
But Shang Qinghua wasn't scared, he felt more intimidated than scared, the priest was less than 5'11” tall, of course he would feel that way, the size difference had always been something noticeable between them, and now it was even more obvious.
Shang Qinghua's thoughts were far from their original goal, especially as he was practically face down on Mobei's chest, and he could feel the middle of his legs getting hot and clammy.
“Do you like what you see, Daochi?” Mobei Jun pressed himself closer to Shang Qinghua, making him lean on his elbows under the altar, their faces so close that they could feel each other's breaths.
The poor priest could barely process enough information to respond to the other, Mo LanXue found him adorable with his shocked expression.
Mobei brought his hands up to Shang Qinghua's face, caressing his red cheeks and then lifting his chin so that their gazes met.
“What's your real name?” Shang Qinghua asked in a whisper.
“I've never lied to you. My name is Mo LanXue, Mobei Jun, current ruler of the northern desert.” The demon answered him, bringing their faces closer together, sighing against the other's mouth.
“Mo-... Xue-er, I-... “ The older man mumbled, trying to formulate a coherent sentence, but his focus was being stolen by the demon above him.
“Can I?” Mo LanXue asked, his hands going down to the hem of the other man's shirt, lifting it a little to touch the shorter man's skin with his cold hands, making Shang Qinghua arch under his cold touch, the older man nodded frantically, giving his permission.
Don't forget your goal here, Shang Qinghua. The priest thought, but at the same time, he didn't want to walk away from the demon there, it was okay, he deserved to spend time with him one last time, right?
Soon the priest was leaning over his altar, his upper body pressed against the wooden surface, his ass thrust out to give Mobei Jun access, his long wavy hair spread across the surface, he was panting and whimpering as Mo LanXue teased him with her hands, her fingers going deep into his wet intimacy, making Shang Qinghua moan in an embarrassed way that sounded like music to Mobei Jun's ears.
Enjoying the sight of the ancient God of Literature in that gorgeous, tearful state, Mobei Jun turned him to face him again, leaving him sitting on top of the altar, his legs spread wide to get a good view of Shang Qinghua's soaking cunt, Mo LanXue knelt down and stood between his legs, looking up to meet the priest's pleading gaze, the demon smiling as he saw the mark of his clan on Shang Qinghua's belly.
Mobei Jun lightly massaged Shang Qinghua's legs to calm him down, he kissed, licked and nibbled the older man's bountiful thighs.
The priest seemed more and more anxious, taking his hands to caress the demon's cheeks, going to the nape of his neck and bringing it closer to his intimacy, a silent request for Mobei Jun to hurry, and so he did.
Mo LanXue's tongue was long and cold at first contact, for Shang Qinghua it was a familiar sensation, he trembled anxiously, wanting more of the demon inside him.
“Please... Please.” The man on the altar moaned sweetly, Mobei knew this tone of voice well, he looked up to face the priest with a mischievous smile on his face.
“How eager, Daoshi... Have a little patience.” The demon replied before sinking his tongue into Shang Qinghua, licking and drinking his juices like a man dying of thirst.
It was an obscene scene, a Fallen God being fucked with the tongue of a demon of royalty on his own altar, Shang Qinghua grabbed and pulled his hair, encouraging the demon to continue, the priest could choke the other between his legs and Mo LanXue wouldn't complain, he sucked his clitoris while fingering Shang Qinghua until he could no longer contain the embarrassing sounds.
When the older man was close to cumming, Mobei Jun stood up, his hands going to the sides of the other man's body, bringing him closer to his own body, making Shang Qinghua feel his hardening erection under his clothes.
The priest was whimpering, wanting more contact, but Mobei Jun seemed to have other plans, so he quickly freed his cock, rubbing it against the shorter man's moist intimacy, and of course it would be something inhuman, but Shang Qinghua felt even thirstier.
He tried to beg, to convince Mobei Jun to enter him, but the demon was still adamant.
“That won't fit you now, my love.” Mobei Jun whispered close to the older man's ear.
Gripping Shang Qinghua's full thighs and pushing his hips to have more friction between them but still without penetrating the priest, the wet sound of their bodies was loud, Shang Qinghua was whimpering as he came, and Mobei Jun didn't take long either, coming right after him.
Smearing Shang Qinghua's entire abdomen with his sperm.
That was a really tempting sight, Mo LanXue wanted to ruin Shang Qinghua as much as he did a few centuries ago.
The priest tried to get up from the altar, but his legs were numb, he felt soft from the orgasm, it felt so good that he almost forgot his plan.
Mobei quickly sorted out his clothes, getting Shang Qinghua to put on his shirt, which was normally too big on him, but was now even bigger.
Mo LanXue carried the priest to his quarters, laying him down and making sure he was comfortable.
“Stay here today... Please.” Shang Qinghua asked, sitting down on the bed and taking Mobei Jun's hand before he moved away.
“Are you sure?” The Demon asked, for a moment he looked at that snowflake-shaped jewel on Shang Qinghua's neck, but then turned his focus to his face, waiting for the answer.
“I'm absolutely sure.” Shang Qinghua replied firmly and confidently, still holding his hand.
“Hm, all right, I'll stay.” The demon gave in to the request, quickly taking off his shoes and climbing into bed to lie down next to the other, hugging him before falling asleep.
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The fallen god waited until he was sure that the one next to him was sound asleep, it would hurt less that way. The dagger was under his pillow, it wasn't very heavy, which made it easier for Shang Qinghua to handle, he sat down on the bed slowly, so that it didn't make a sound. Shang Qinghua soon positioned himself over the demon's body, straddling his lap, ignoring his own state of nakedness in the situation.
It was an exciting scene, the priest wearing only the other's shirt, his fists closed around the handle of that dagger, ready to pierce Mobei Jun's chest, but Shang Qinghua had to stop himself to admire that demonic beauty one last time.
Oh, that wonderful face... he couldn't do it.
But it was just a matter of not looking, right? He had to do it to get rid of the bond.
Shang Qinghua closed his eyes, steadying his hands as he held that dagger. When he raised his arms to finally attack the demon, his wrists were grabbed by Mo LanXue.
“You're so predictable, A-Hua...” He said as he cornered the priest, pinning him beneath him on the bed, his hands pinned above his head, Mobei-Jun pinned his wrists with just one hand, Shang Qinghua felt like prey that had been caught.
“You knew! Then why didn't you stop me before?” Shang Qinghua asked indignantly, struggling a little against the demon, the latter's dark hair falling over them like a curtain, framing Mo LanXue's beautiful face.
“Hm, I wanted to see how far you'd go, and also...” Mobei Jun pressed himself against him, his cold breath hovering on the other's neck, he gave a light bite, which made Shang Qinghua whimper. “You're very attractive when you're trying to kill me.” The demon confessed, with a playful smile on his face. Shang Qinghua tried to kick him, but Mo LanXue grabbed his leg before hitting him.
“You were thinking of murdering me by riding me and wearing my clothes, do you realize what you're doing to me, Shang Qinghua?” The demon adjusted his position, placing himself right between the legs of the man below him, squeezing his soft flesh and pressing his hips, it was clear what reaction Shang Qinghua had caused in Mobei Jun.
“... You-!” The priest whimpered as his mouth was taken by a kiss, that inhuman tongue barely letting him breathe in the midst of the kiss, his body rising up and pushing against Mo LanXue, his wavy hair spilling over the bed, his cheeks covered in a red blush, the only light in the room coming from the candles, But Mobei Jun could see other people's reactions very well, still holding Shang Qinghua's wrists with one hand, his right hand traveled from the beginning of his thighs to his waist, scratching him lightly with his nails, while Mo LanXue used his mouth to mark the former God's skin. Tears welled up in the corners of Shang Qinghua's eyes from the stimulation, he wanted to touch the other, but in this position it was impossible, all he could do was murmur compliments and moan as the demon touched him, he was totally exposed, he gasped against the other's cold skin, his chest rose and fell with his breathing, and Mobei Jun seemed interested in this part of him. The older man moaned loudly when the other decided to pay attention to his nipples, the demon's cold tongue was balm for the slight pain that came when that spoiled demon bit him, he sucked and licked him until Shang Qinghua was writhing with pleasure, despite his companion's temperature, he felt like he was going to melt.
Mobei Jun released the wrists of the one beneath him, and then retracted his claws again to plunge into his wet intimacy, opening him up and spreading the fluids to facilitate his entry, starting carefully, preparing him for something bigger at the same time as teasing the poor man.
When Shang Qinghua finally had his arms free, he wrapped them around the demon's neck, his eyes glistening with tears of pleasure, his pleading gaze meeting Mo LanXue's icy blue gaze. The taller man kissed the other man's face, comforting and distracting him while his fingers worked inside him.
Soon the ice demon's eyes caught sight of that familiar pendant, and as if a key had turned and revealed something, Mobei stopped what he was doing.
“What are you-!?” Shang Qinghua said in frustration, pouting when the other suddenly stopped.
Mobei watched the pendant for a few seconds and then ripped the necklace off Shang Qinghua's neck with his free hand and smashed the pendant to pieces.
“Why did you do that!?” The elder asked, shocked by the demon's sudden action.
“It was necessary, I'll give you a thousand even more beautiful jewels, but now... I just need to wait a little longer.” Mobei Jun replied vaguely, throwing what was left of that choker onto the floor of the room, and then taking off the rest of his clothes.
“What are you talking about... Hmpf!...” Shang Qinghua wanted to ask, but was soon interrupted by the other kissing his mouth and moving his fingers inside him again, he almost lost his train of thought at this.
Soon a few flashes of memory began to appear in his head, he was finally remembering his time as a deity.
But he couldn't concentrate on that as Mobei Jun began to move his fingers even harder and faster inside him, hitting his sensitive spot, making him scream and cry until he finally came again.
“So... It's my fault that we're bound...” Shang Qinghua uttered as he was trying to catch his breath, his mind still in a haze of pleasure, smiling like a fool, one of his arms covering his eyes, he was sweaty and tired, his voice sounding a little hoarse... But they weren't finished yet, the demon's cold hands caressed the other's belly, his fingers tracing the mark there.
“Is that a bad thing?” Mobei asked, his hands going to grasp his lover's bountiful thighs, crawling over him to fit between his legs again, his rigid length rubbing against Shang Qinghua's thighs, purposefully pushing against his wet entrance almost, almost. He lubricated his cock with his own pre-semen and the other's fluids so that he could enter without too much difficulty afterwards, in his real, demonic form nothing about Mobei Jun seemed very human now, and even when he was in his human form, his size was already considerable. He continued to thrust against Qinghua's sensitive clitoris until it was whimpering again.
Shang Qinghua felt like he was going to start crying again if Mobei didn't get in soon, he'd been suffering from it for a long time!
“Stop teasing me like that! Mobei! Xue-er...” The priest begged, but all he got was a slap on his butt that made him shed more tears, that would surely leave a mark, but at this point Shang Qinghua hardly cared, his whole body was marked by Mobei Jun.
“Impatient.” The demon replied with amusement in his voice, running his hand over where he had hit, the coldness of his touch easing the pain a little.
“You got me all scarred up...” Shang Qinghua complained with a snort, Mobei Jun laughed at this, lowering his face to bite his jaw.
“You're mine, bond or no bond, I was going to find you anyway.” Mo LanXue replied close to the Qinghua's ear, his hands squeezing Shang Qinghua's soft skin, this time to really leave a mark.
“Is that a confession or a warning?” The Ex-God questioned with a sigh, his nails digging into Mobei-Jun's shoulders with the overstimulation.
“Both.” The demon replied simply, finally positioning his member to enter Shang Qinghua slowly but without much delicacy in doing so.
“Ah! Let's take it easy!” The shorter man shouted, taking a deep breath to relax, Shang Qinghua's eyes were slightly red from crying so much earlier, the walls of his pussy contracting around Mo LanXue's length, now Shang Qinghua could feel every ridge entering him, it was a strange, familiar and very good sensation.
“Funny, you were the one begging me to-” Mobei Jun teased him, only to be interrupted by Shang Qinghua slamming his fist into his chest, the demon couldn't help but laugh a little.
“... Shut up.” Using the last of his strength, Shang Qinghua pulled his lover into a rather sloppy kiss, saliva dripping, the wet sounds and moans were loud, when Mobei Jun began to move his hips, the older man fell back onto the bed, arching up with the sensations.
Mobei Jun came so deep inside him that it was possible to see a slight bulge in Shang Qinghua's belly every time the demon went all the way inside him. The fallen god embraced his lover, sighing out laments, praises and moans as if nothing else mattered but them.
“Be quiet.” Mo LanXue murmured in a hoarse voice to the man below, he knew it was an impossible request for Qinghua to fulfill.
The demon's rhythm was relentless, the bed they were on creaked and banged against the wall, Shang Qinghua's tear-stained face stared pleadingly at Mobei Jun as he moaned incoherent things, the demon slowed down a little so he could taste his lover's mouth, but being so close to his own climax, he soon grabbed Shang Qinghua's legs again to thrust inside him until he squirted on the demon's cock.
It didn't take long for Mobei Jun to reach orgasm either, Qinghua's hot insides almost pinning him down as he reached the edge made the demon spill inside him, the shorter man whimpered softly, feeling full and somewhat on the edge, but it was as if he was lying on clouds so happy he felt.
When the demon came out of his mate, that mark on the priest's belly glowed, next to the mark on Mobei Jun's forehead, and a considerable amount of sperm oozed out of Shang Qinghua's pussy.
Mo LanXue smiled with satisfaction at the mess he had made, and lay down next to his lover, who was breathing quietly, almost asleep. The demon hugged him, kissed his cheek and finally got up to clean up the mess they had made.
Shang Qinghua didn't stop complaining as he was carried to the bath, and Mobei thought he was too adorable to argue with now.
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When they were finally clean and in a comfortable bed, at Mo LanXue's house in the mortal realm, Shang Qinghua snuggled into the demon's arms, laying his head on his chest, he told him his worries about the heavens coming after them, but the demon assured him that he would be safe now, it had been many years since that event, they had no need to go and disturb Shang Qinghua and Mobei Jun, even if he hadn't learned his lesson about staying away from the demon realm.
Mobei Jun recounted what he had missed in the days when he had no memories, he was surprised to learn that his best friend Shen Yuan was now Luo Binghe's consort, he had a lot to talk about with the other God for sure.
Mo LanXue combed the shorter man's hair with his fingers, his nails scratching his scalp making Shang Qinghua feel even more relaxed in his arms, but before he fell asleep the younger man wanted to say something.
“Don't sleep.” The demon used his free hand to pinch the other man's belly, who squirmed slightly, but didn't move away.
“Ah! You've tired me out, and now you don't want me to sleep, you're really cruel.” Shang Qinghua answered him jokingly, wrapping Mobei's hair in his fingers.
“Hm, we should get married.” Mobei suggested simply, but with a serious tone.
The older man stopped playing with other people's hair and raised his face to look at Mo LanXue.
“After all we've been through, we should be considered married by now.” Shang Qinghua replied with a laugh and then lay back down on Mobei Jun's chest, who hugged him back.
He now understood what the demon meant: a ceremony was important for Shang Qinghua to be accepted by the court as consort of the Northern Desert Kingdom.
Now that Mobei's troublesome uncle had disappeared from the map, things were much more peaceful for the current King of the Northern Desert to rule.
“I accept my King, let's get married.” Shang Qinghua murmured to his beloved before finally falling asleep.