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On the busy sidewalk, a centuries old succubus named Wei Ying can feel the qi rolling off the man in front of him in waves– warm, decadent, delicious energy in a surplus unlike anything Wei Ying has seen before. His hands twitch at his sides and he shoves them deep into the pockets of his hoodie as an intense, volatile desire he had scarcely felt before roiled within him.
He must have him.
With practiced finesse, Wei Ying trips over his own feet into the man's back, steadying himself while gripping the man's firm, muscled biceps.
"Oof! Sorry, gege," Wei Ying says faintly, pulling away and swaying slightly in place.
The man turns and warm amber eyes look him up and down. "Are you alright?" he asks. His voice is low and smooth. Wei Ying's hands twitch again as he takes in the man before him– tall, elegantly handsome, fit, and radiating the most divine qi that makes Wei Ying's stomach warm.
Wei Ying smiles weakly. "Just a little dizzy spell," he says. "Sorry for bumping into you."
"It is alright. Do you have much further to walk?" the man asks, eyes still roving over Wei Ying.
The succubus can already feel the sexual desire building in his prey. He can practically taste the virile energy. He shakes his head, his long, dark hair held back with red ribbon swishing behind him. "Not too far," he says. "Just a few more blocks."
"Allow me to accompany you."
"So chivalrous," Wei Ying coos. "I don't even know your name."
"Lan Zhan," the man says, offering his hand.
WY takes the offered hand and grins. "Wei Ying," he says.
Easy .
Feigning weakness, Wei Ying clings to Lan Zhan's arm as they walk the few blocks to the pristine apartment building where he's currently residing and all the way to his 5th floor apartment.
"Would you like to come in?" Wei Ying asks cheerfully, propping the door open with his foot. "I'd like to…" He pauses and allows his eyes to rake over Lan Zhan's figure before they flick back up to meet his golden gaze. He licks his lips. "...repay your kindness."
The tips of Lan Zhan's ears redden. "Shameless," he huffs, but he doesn't move, almost as if he's frozen outside Wei Ying's door.
"Is that a no?" Wei Ying asks gently, tilting his head to the side.
The succubus watches with some amusement while his prey wrestles with his desire and the inevitable.
"No," Lan Zhan finally says. He still hasn't moved.
Wei Ying raises an eyebrow. "No?"
The very air between them seems to go taut as Lan Zhan closes the distance, placing his large, warm hands on Wei Ying's narrow waist. A soft sigh falls from Wei Ying's lips as Lan Zhan leans in.
"It is not a no," Lan Zhan says softly.
Wei Ying’s lips curl upward as he steps backward out of Lan Zhan's reach and into the apartment, pushing the door open. "Well, come on then!"
Lan Zhan needs no further encouragement, having finally won (or lost, depending on how you look at it) his internal conflict, and steps inside Wei Ying's home.
"Coffee, gege?" Wei Ying asks innocently, inching toward the kitchen. "Or maybe tea?"
Lan Zhan is careful as he closes the door behind himself with a quiet click. "No, thank you," he says.
"Eager to get down to business, hmm?" Wei Ying asks playfully, resting a hand on his hip.
Wei Ying gasps as he's forced backward, his back pressing into the wall as Lan Zhan leans into him. The sexual desire emanating from the man could sate Wei Ying for years .
"Wei Ying does not know what he asks for," Lan Zhan rumbles.
Wei Ying's whole body trembles with need. If Lan Zhan doesn't fuck him soon he may just lose his mind, already addicted to the potent energy seeping into his skin where their bodies meet– where Lan Zhan's hands firmly hold him by the hips, bringing their bodies together. He can feel the man already stiff with arousal, pressing into his pelvis.
"Oh, I think I do," Wei Ying breathes, wrapping his arms around Lan Zhan's neck and bringing their lips together.
The taste on Lan Zhan's lips is sweet and warm like honey on Wei Ying's tongue. The demon moans as a rush of that divine qi washes over him and Lan Zhan's hands roam up his torso, gently pulling up his shirt and hoodie until he can tear them away, tossing them to the floor.
LZ's calloused hands cup Wei Ying's jaw and their lips part. "You are shaking," the man says gently, tilting Wei Ying's face upward. "Are you well?"
Damn it , Wei Ying groans inwardly. Yes, he's shaking. Of course , he's shaking. He's like an addict thrown into a room full of his drug of choice and he's barely even touched him yet!
"I'm fine, gege," Wei Ying says softly, putting on a demure look and trailing his fingers lightly over Lan Zhan's chest. Lan Zhan's breath hitches as Wei Ying begins to grind slowly against him. "I just want you."
"Mn," Lan Zhan hums. "Mark your words."
WY inhales sharply and wraps his arms tight around Lan Zhan as he's scooped up by his thighs. Finally .
"Where is your bedroom?" Lan Zhan asks.
Wei Ying can feel the urgency growing as Lan Zhan crumbles under his power. He smiles. "Just down this little hallway and on the left, gege."
Not a moment too soon, Wei Ying is laid down on his mattress, watching as Lan Zhan strips above him, revealing his creamy skin stretched taut over defined muscles. So entranced by the man's godlike body, Wei Ying almost forgets he is still wearing pants. He starts to kick them off and then he sees… it.
The succubus’s eyes go wide and his mouth gapes when he sees the monstrous thing between Lan Zhan's legs. His mouth waters. In all the centuries he'd preyed on men, he'd never seen a man so well-endowed and it's not just that it's big, he'd seen bigger, but it is beautiful , as though carved with an artist's eye.
He wants, needs , to know how it feels to have such a gorgeous cock inside him.
Truly, everything about this man is divine. Though it hardly matters as far as Wei Ying's end goal is concerned, he wonders if his skill in bed matches his unparalleled beauty.
Slick from Wei Ying's eager hole soaked through the sheets as Lan Zhan climbed onto the mattress between his parted legs.
"So wet already," Lan Zhan murmurs, prodding Wei Ying's entrance with his fingertips.
"Aiyo," Wei Ying groans, hands clutching at the sheets. "Don't tease me!"
"Patience," Lan Zhan orders.
Patience?! At this point, Lan Zhan should be fucking Wei Ying with reckless abandon, pounding his sorry hole into demonic oblivion while Wei Ying drinks up his delicious, plentiful qi. What does he mean, 'patience'? What's happening?!
But Wei Ying doesn't have the capacity to think too hard about it, drunk on the slow trickle of sweet energy from the gentle touches and kisses on his naked skin.
"Wei Ying is so beautiful," Lan Zhan says softly, licking a stripe along Wei Ying's jaw. "He deserves to be pleasured thoroughly."
A whimper rises from Wei Ying's throat as Lan Zhan nibbles on the lobe of his ear.
"Ah!" Wei Ying cries out as Lan Zhan's teeth sink hard into the flesh of his throat, but he relaxes immediately with a soft moan as a bruise is sucked to the surface.
"Does Wei Ying like that?" Lan Zhan asks quietly, rolling Wei Ying's hardened nipples idly between his fingers.
Wei Ying swallows and nods, his body alight with want, and Lan Zhan smiles, letting his warm hands slide down Wei Ying's quivering body before wrapping his lips around his erect nipple.
WY's body squirms beneath the man's hard and tender ministrations, trailing marks over his chest and stomach until he reaches Wei Ying's swollen and leaking cock and licks a long stripe from base to tip.
"Mmh!" Wei Ying's hand flies to his mouth as Lan Zhan's lips wrap around the head of his cock and leisurely sinks down.
Oh, this… This isn't what Wei Ying is used to. His hips buck involuntarily when he feels the clutch of Lan Zhan's throat around his cockhead.
Lan Zhan comes off Wei Ying with a pop, amber eyes dark and smoldering. His radiant qi swirls with Wei Ying's dark, yin energy in a strange but beautiful dance, like a wicked storm where the sun cuts through the clouds in blades of light.
Wei Ying's legs open wider as Lan Zhan settles between them, gripping the demon’s hips and positioning that beautiful cock at his entrance.
For reasons Wei Ying can't fathom, he can feel his breath quicken with excitement, his chest rising and falling rapidly as the tip of Lan Zhan's cock presses against him.
"Prepare yourself," Lan Zhan says firmly and, before Wei Ying could process what the words could mean, thrusts into him from head to hilt.
Wei Ying's eyes roll back as the influx of qi overwhelms him, like a great waterfall rushing to fill a cup. His mouth falls open in a muted scream as he stretches around Lan Zhan's girth and is fucked mercilessly into the mattress. His legs wrap firmly around the man's middle, willing him deeper, and that's all he can do or think. Deeper, harder…
Wei Ying screams as he comes, his body trembling violently as Lan Zhan's thrusts become fast and urgent, chasing his climax that would flood Wei Ying's insides with his seed and qi.
I'm going to die, Wei Ying can't help but think as the flood of qi reaches its peak. This man's orgasm is going to kill me.
When Lan Zhan finally reaches his climax, Wei Ying nearly blacks out as his womb is filled with the man's spend and virile energy. A soundless scream mangles his throat as Lan Zhan slaps a hand over his stomach and an icy, burning sensation crawls across it in a white, vein-like script.
"What are you doing?" Wei Ying cries as a burning sigil etches over his womb. He tries to throw Lan Zhan off of him, thrashing to the side, but stills when a blade so thin it's nearly transparent is summoned to Lan Zhan's free hand and held dangerously close to his throat.
"Do not move," Lan Zhan orders. "Our child will not survive if I do not seal your womb. Correct, succubus?"
Wei Ying's eyes go wide and he lets his head fall back onto the bed. It's true. When Wei Ying conceives, his body feeds on the fetus's qi, inevitably leading to a miscarriage, but…
"I'll die," Wei Ying whispers, feeling his access to his own energy reserves being cut off by the sigil burning into him.
Lan Zhan shakes his head. "Not if you continue to feed off my energy everyday."
"Everyday?!"
"Mn."
"What are you?!"
"Far older than you if you cannot even recognize an immortal's qi."
WY's head spins both from the revelation and coming down from the high of receiving so much qi at once. "Why do you want me to have your child?" he asks softly.
LZ looks soft as he withdraws from Wei Ying and stands beside the bed in all his glory, his translucent sword held pointed down at his side. "Wei Ying is beautiful and deserves more than this life. I want to take care of you."
The literal demon blinks as he processes what the immortal said. "You're insane," he says, feeling along the lines of the sigil with his fingertips, the burning having faded.
"Perhaps," Lan Zhan replies. "But you are bound to me nonetheless."
And they were bound, and the succubus gave birth to a son, and the immortal cared for both lovingly and diligently, and they all lived happily ever after.
The end. ❤️💙