The room was cloaked in a dim, flickering glow, the only light coming from a single candle burning low on the nightstand. The wind whispered through the slightly open window, slipping inside like a restless ghost, making the blood-red drapes ripple and sway around the bed as if stirred by unseen hands.
Shudu stood silently, watching Xue Tuzi with quiet admiration. His movements were slow, deliberate, filled with an almost reverent tenderness as he carefully placed Jiao Jiao in a cradle. With practiced ease, he tucked the child in, smoothing the layers of thick blankets to ensure he was cocooned in warmth. Only when he was satisfied did Xue Tuzi let out a soft breath, his fingers lingering for a moment over the child's small frame before he finally pulled away and settled down beside the bed, his posture both watchful and weary.
Shudu's movements were deliberate, untying his belt and letting his pants fall on the ground. He was already fully erect, it was beating, already preparing itself for an intense session of dual cultivation. He glanced over at Xue Tuzi, who sat at the edge of the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around himself, his knuckles white from gripping his own shoulders.
"How would you like to do this?" Shudu asked, his voice low and steady, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "From the front? Or from the back?" He raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and challenge.
Xue Tuzi's face paled, his lips pressing into a thin line as he tried to steady his breathing. He hated the thought of laying with Shudu—he hated insects—specially the demonic kind. But this wasn't just dual cultivation; it was his chosen path to break his seal. He swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he shot back, "From the back. That way, I won't have to see your ugly face."
Shudu chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to fill the room. He cracked his neck, the sound sharp and deliberate, as if he were preparing for a fight rather than a session of love making. "Suit yourself," he said, his smirk widening. "But don't blame me if I ride you too hard."
Xue Tuzi glared at him but said nothing. He slowly shifted onto the bed, lying face down on the pristine white sheets. The material felt icy against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. He clutched the pillow tightly, burying his face into it as if it could shield him from what was about to come. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears like a drum.
Shudu loomed over him, stroking his harden thick manhood in his hand, he leaned closer to Xue Tuzi. Pausing, he glanced down at his tense form. "Strip," he said, his tone dripping with mock patience, "take your clothes off."
Xue Tuzi hesitated, his fingers trembling as he reached for the belt of his pants. He pulled them off slowly, the cool air hitting his bare skin and making him shiver as his robes dropped to the floor. He felt vulnerable as he crouched down on the bed, arching his back up, exposing his behind towards the demon. Shudu leaned in from behind, his breath warm against his ear, "you have an exquisite ass." Xue Tuzi narrowed his eyes, letting out a sharp huff before tilting his head back. "No dirty talk," he snapped.
His rosebud was a delicate thing, its wrinkles were soft a blushing pink that deepened towards the base. It was tightly shut, unyielding and reluctant to unfurl. Even as Shudu pressed his thumb, forcing a sharp gasp from Xue Tuzi's lips, in an attempt to pry it open, the wrinkles only resisted their edges stubbornly curled inwards. No matter how he coaxed, the bud held itself together, in quiet defiance.
Xue Tuzi's head snapped to the side, his glare locking onto Shudu with a burning intensity, eyes dark with unrestrained rage. His jaw tightened, nostrils flaring as his breath came fast, the tension in his body coiling with revulsion.
Shudu slowly withdrew his thumb, the lingering sweetness clinging, as he brought it to his lips, without hesitation, he licked it. His movements were deliberate, savoring the rich, taste of Xue Tuzi as the flavor melted against his tongue.
"I need to lubricate it," Shudu muttered, his tongue dragging over his lips in a wet, anticipatory swipe.
Xue Tuzi's face twisted in disgust, as he immediately buried himself deeper into the pillow, trying to smother the sound before it even came. But there was no escaping it—Shudu's throat convulsed with a thick, bubbling sound as he sucked the phlegm upward from his chest. His nostrils flared inhaling sharply to gather the mucus into a dense, sludgy mass at the back of his mouth.
The sound alone was vile—a sticky, laborious hack as he worked the spit into a glutinous wad, rolling it between his tongue and palate with an audible schlck. His cheeks hollowed for a second before his jaw clenched, his throat bobbing with one final, revolting hack—launching the spit straight out.
The glob landed with a heavy splat, quivering slightly where it stuck—thick, off-white, and stringy, clinging in sticky strands between Shudu's lips and Xue Tuzi's orifice.
Xue Tuzi shuddered, his whole body recoiling. "Disgusting," he hissed, his voice muffled by the pillow.
The spit clung to Xue Tuzi's entrance like a living film, seeping into the pink flesh with a slow, crawling warmth. At first, it was just damp—then came the itch.
A maddening, prickling sensation spread under his skin, as if a thousand ants had burrowed beneath the surface, their tiny legs skittering in every direction. It wasn't pain, not exactly—but the urge to scratch, to dig into the hole and tear the irritation away, was nearly unbearable. Shudu's fingers twitched, nails hovering over the inflamed flesh, but he clenched his fists instead.
The demon's lips were still glistening with the remnants of his spit, as he wiped them with the back of his hand before muttering, "Can you spread it yourself?"
Xue Tuzi turned his head just enough to glare over his shoulder, his gaze immediately dropping to Shudu's hands—those claws. Long, sharp, and tinted a venomous violet at the tips, they were weapons. One wrong brush against his opening, and the poison would seep in, turning the process into agony.
Shudu seemed to realize it too. His fingers curled inward, hiding his nails in his palm, as if ashamed.
Xue Tuzi scoffed.
Gritting his teeth, he dipped his own fingers into the soft tissue, pressing the thick glistening spit— still warm and sticky deep into his crevice.
"Hssss—!" His breath hissed through clenched teeth as the contact sent a fresh wave of prickling heat through his nerves. The opening throbbed, tender and raw, and his fingers trembled as he forced himself to smear the saliva in slow, deliberate circles. A low, involuntary moan escaped him as the sensation crested—pain and relief twisting together in a way that made his stomach tighten.
Behind him, Shudu was utterly still. His eyes, dark with fascination, tracing every movement of Xue Tuzi's fingers. The way his breath hitched when his fingers dipped low. The way his lashes fluttered as he fought to keep his touch gentle. The faint sheen of sweat on his brow from the effort of not viciously clawing at his own skin.
Shudu's throat bobbed.
But he couldn't look away as he grew stiffer.
"What are you staring at?" Xue Tuzi snapped, his shoulders tensing as he turned to glare.
Shudu only smiled, slow and deliberate, before leaning in until his breath ghosted over Xue Tuzi's ear. "What am I not allowed to watch?" He paused before grunting, "You excite me." The words curled into the space between them, thick with intent.
Xue Tuzi's jaw clenched. "No dirty talk," he bit out, but the command lacked its usual edge—weakened by the way his pulse jumped under his skin.
Shudu's lips brushed the shell of his ear as he murmured, "No dirty talk. This is the honest truth."
Xue Tuzi continued until he exhaled sharply—a ragged, trembling sigh of relief—he finally withdrew his fingers, still glistening with the thick residue of Shudu's saliva. The moment the pressure lifted, his muscles went slack, his body sagging into the bed like a puppet with its strings cut. His cheeks burned, flushed from the strain of enduring the pressure, and his breath came in heavy, uneven drags, as if he'd just fought his way through something far worse than a simple touch.
Too drained to care about the damp stickiness clinging to his skin, he let his head drop back onto the pillow with a dull thump. Shudu brought his member closer to the tiny rosebud, rubbing the head against the creases. Xue Tuzi clutched the pillow even tighter, his nails digging into the fabric as he tilted his head slightly to glance over his shoulder.
The man was a towering figure, his broad frame casting a shadow over Xue Tuzi. The thick long shaft looked almost menacing in his hand, the head glinting under the dim light. Xue Tuzi's breath hitched, as he quickly turned his face back into the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut and biting down on his full lips.
Shudu placed a firm hand on Xue Tuzi's behind, his grip strong and unyielding. He stiffened, his body going rigid at the touch. "Don't touch me," he snapped, his voice sharp but laced with a hint of panic.
Shudu sighed, placing his hands on the bedsheets as he drew near—Xue Tuzi's entire body jerked instinctively when he felt Shudu push the head of his shaft in. "Mnn" he moaned into the pillow his heart raced, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and rolling down his temples. He took a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady himself, but it was no use. His breath came in short, panicked gasps, his eyes fluttered shut as Shudu threatened his way in.
His scream was muffled into the pillow. His fingers clawed at the edge of the bed, his breath shuddering in his throat as Shudu burrowed deeper. He could feel the slow, merciless push of the demons manhood sinking past layers of skin and into his muscle, an unnatural intrusion that sent a sickening wave of nausea through him.
Shudu leaned over him, his shadow falling across Xue Tuzi's tear-streaked face. "Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice grunting but laced with a hint of amusement.
Xue Tuzi shook his head weakly, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. He couldn't find the strength to speak, his throat tight with pain and humiliation. He hated how vulnerable he felt, how exposed and helpless he was under Shudu's predatory gaze. Shudu continued to place his strong hands on the bed sheets gripping them as he thrusted harder, a slapping sound echoing throughout the room. "Relax," Shudu breathed, the word a warm, uneven whisper against Xue Tuzi's ear. His voice was low—barely more than a vibration in the scant space between them—yet it carried the weight of an unspoken plea. "You're so tight," he grunted, his eyes lidded with pleasure.
He adjusted his grip on the bedding, fingers wrapping around the sheets as he pressed his body firmly down against Xue Tuzi to keep him in place. He wiggled his rod again and again, prodding through flesh in search of hitting ecstasy. Once he found the treasure he would not let it go.
A wave of pleasure crackled through Xue Tuzi's body— electric, all-consuming—leaving his nerves singing and his breath trapped somewhere between his ribs, the more Shudu hit that sensitive spot. His head fell back with a throaty moan, tendons standing taut along his neck as strands of spit spilled from his parted lips. The bed frame groaned in his white-knuckled grip, wood creaking under the desperate clutch of his fingers.
His vision blurred, the edges of the mirror before him softening into a watery haze as his eyes grew misty. The reflection of the man staring back at him was utterly lost in pleasure—lips slick and parted around ragged gasps, cheeks flushed with feverish delight. Every sharp inhale fogged the mirror slightly, proof of how thoroughly he was savoring the moment. His nipples hardened the jewels danced with each thrust, swinging like pendulums under the dark night.
Damp strands of hair clung to the heated flush of his cheeks, his skin glowing a deep, feverish rose—as if his very blood had risen to the surface in protest.
His own body had betrayed him, fully aroused it longed to be touched. His fingers trailed slowly down the damp plane of his chest—skating over the shuddering rise and fall of his ribs, catching briefly on the jut of his hipbone—before finally coming to rest against his erection. His touch had ignited sparks beneath his own skin as he pulled and tugged at the hot lump of flesh expelling his ecstasy into the bed sheets.
The towering form pressed flush against his back drove deeper with a low groan, each relentless thrust making the air between them shudder. He could feel every inch of that overwhelming presence—the sweat-slick heat, the coiled power barely restrained—as it claimed him with single-minded purpose. The demon's member slightly curved inside as it hit its target, beads of sweat rolled down his temples, merging over the heaving contours of his chest. Every corded muscle in his body stood taut, trembling with effort—until with one final, brutal thrust, he forced a ragged howl from Xue Tuzi's throat like a dog in heat.
Xue Tuzi's head lolled back against Shudu's shoulder, his exposed throat bobbing as the demon's gaze raked over him—a physical weight that left his skin prickling with phantom teeth. Shudu's breath came in ragged, steaming bursts against his ear, each exhale hotter than the last as his fangs elongated, glistening with anticipatory venom. The scent of Xue Tuzi's sweat-slicked flesh made the demon's mouth flood with saliva, his tongue dragging over a sharp incisor in a slow, deliberate tease.
Then—the tear of flesh. Not teeth, but something worse: the grotesque sound of Shudu's third eye wrenching open on his forehead, the lid peeling back to reveal a pulsating crimson iris. It rolled wildly before locking onto Xue Tuzi, the pupil distorting into a hungry crescent as it drank in the way his body trembled. In the mirror's reflection, Xue Tuzi's glassy eyes met a nightmare—Shudu's face stretched into a rictus grin, jaws unhinged slightly, strands of drool webbing between his needle-like fangs. A single viscous drop splattered onto Xue Tuzi's collarbone, burning like brandished wine.
Shudu's entire body convulsed; tendons stood rope-like along his neck as he slammed them both onto the bed. His hands clawed at the sheets, veins blackening beneath his skin like ink spreading in water-the demonic qi threatening to split him apart at the seams. Yet Xue Tuzi, dazed and pliant, remained straddled atop him, his thighs bracketing the storm.
He pressed his back against the demon, hips swaying in a slow, hypnotic rhythm—like a siren's mating ritual. Each movement drew the eye, smooth and deliberate, the air between them warm with unspoken invitation. A sweet, lilting melody slipped from his lips, his toes gripping the sheets as he opened his legs even wider.
His fingers clawed into the crimson drapes, their silk whispering against his skin as the wind pulled them. The fabric strained against his grip—threatening to tear, to slip away—yet he clung tighter, as he plummeted himself. His groans deepened, growing louder with each breath. Sweat traced a hot path down his spine, pooling at the small of his back, while damp strands of hair clung stubbornly to his flushed skin.
Shudu let out a low grunt, his broad, muscular chest straining with each labored breath. His fingers twitched with restless intent as they inched toward Xue Tuzi's hips—only to be seized in a sudden, unyielding grip. The man's nails dug sharply into his flesh, heat and pain blooming where they bit down, forcing Shudu to still and surrender.
His member pulsed with vigor as it was continuously swallowed whole by Xue Tuzi, his cheeks pressing down with each thrust. The demon adjusted himself pushing his pelvis up to penetrate deeper. He shifted his knees swinging Xue Tuzi's legs wide apart, a sharp gasp tore from Xue Tuzi's throat feeling the heat sear inside. He clung desperately to the drapes, wailing loudly as tears welled and pooled at the corners of his eyes. His heavy breaths rattled in his chest, his body slumping forward under the mounting pressure. Shudu's hands gripped the fabric beside him, drawing closer, fingers tightening as his pace quickened, the tension between them electric and raw.
The demon's groans grew louder, his body trembling as an overwhelming surge of demonic qi poured through him like a raging storm. His muscles seized, veins darkening beneath his skin as the energy coiled deep in his core, with a guttural grunt, he threw his head back expelling the seething mass of dark demonic qi, erupting into Xue Tuzi, finally breaking his seal.
A sharp, burning pain spread through Xue Tuzi's back, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his vision blurred the demonic energy consuming him. The room was filled with dark energy the blood tinted curtains swayed with the wind. The constant, grating shaft, that spilled out demonic qi, seemed to vibrate through Xue Tuzi's very bones. Each time Shudu pierced him from behind, it felt like a white-hot blade slicing into him, the pain sharp and unyielding. His back was on fire, every nerve screaming in protest as the demonic qi etched itself into his flesh. He clenched his teeth so hard his jaw ached, his fingers digging into the drapes as he tried to anchor himself against the agony.
Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the sweat that dripped from his forehead. His body trembled uncontrollably, every muscle taut as if bracing for the next wave of pain. He let out a strangled whimper, his voice breaking as Shudu dug deeper, the sensation like a thousand tiny knives carving into him at once.
The demon paused for a moment, retracting his hard rod that still pulsated with vigor, spilling out copious amounts of fluid. His gaze swept over the beauty before him, taking in every detail with quiet amusement. Xue Tuzi's once delicate tightly shut rosebud had been ravaged open, it was bruised the wrinkles opening up to expel Shudu's fluids. A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he licked them, savoring the moment, the anticipation curling through his chest. Then, a faint twitch pulsed at his forehead—his third eye stirred beneath indulging on the scene before them.
He shook his head placing his hand firmly on his member and returning it back into Xue Tuzi's vibrantly pink entrance. His body jerked violently, a guttural cry tearing from his throat before vomiting blood. The pain was unbearable, a searing, burning sensation that radiated outward from the point of contact, spreading like wildfire across his back. It felt as though the shaft wasn't just piercing his behind but burrowing into his very soul, each stroke carving a path of agony that left him gasping for air.
Xue Tuzi's eye flickered with a deep burning red, the glow intensifying with each labored breath, blood dripping down his lips. His chest rose and fell in steady, heavy pants, sweat beading along his skin as he shook his back, refusing to slow down. The crimson light in his gaze pulsed in rhythm of his movements as he continued to rotate his hips throughout the night.
Shudu let out one final, guttural groan, his body tensing before he collapsed onto the bed, limbs heavy and trembling. His chest heaved with each ragged breath as the last remnants of his demonic qi seeped from his body. A lingering heat clung to his skin, the veins on his manhood still thrumming with the aftershock of power as he lay there utterly spent.
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It wasn't as good as I had envisioned. Believe it or not I wrote this scene several times but each time left me unsatisfied. I don't want to give up so for now this is the best I can do. Will try to improve next time so I apologize in advance. This is my fault for giving myself a challenge. I really wanted Shudu and Xue Tuzi to touch and kiss yet I remember the "conditions" I myself created so I had to work around those conditions and I ended up not liking it. I hope you don't mind a few chapters of love making. I will try to improve.