Heat surged in Xue's veins, spreading through his chest and down to every corner of his body. His hands, usually steady and unshakable, trembled as they gripped Ziqian's waist, holding him as though he might slip away.
Ziqian let out a soft, breathless moan against his mouth—a sound so delicate, yet so devastating, that it shattered the last of Xue's composure. The vibration of it against his lips sent waves of desire rippling through him.
The hard member pressed insistently against his navel made Ziqian tremble, a sharp shiver running down his spine. So big… The thought alone sent heat pooling in his stomach, his body reacting before his mind could catch up.
Xue's breath grew ragged, fanning hot against Ziqian's swollen lips as he clutched the sub-beast tighter, grinding unconsciously against him. The sheer size and hardness of him left Ziqian dizzy, his legs tightening around Xue's waist as if his body craved the closeness even more than his heart did.
"Xue…" he whispered breathlessly.
Ziqian's slender fingers threaded into the strands of Xue's long silver hair, tugging gently before sliding to caress the sharp curve of his ear. The touch made Xue grunt low in his throat, the sound reverberating through Ziqian's lips like a growl restrained by desire.
At first, Xue yielded, letting the sub-beast guide him, clumsy yet hungry for the sweetness he had never known. And the longer their mouths tangled, the harder it became to simply follow. A primal urge stirred within him, demanding more.
His grip on Ziqian's waist tightened, pulling the smaller body against his own. With a sudden shift, Xue tilted his head, taking control. He captured Ziqian's tongue with his own, sucking on it hungrily, tasting every corner of that warm, intoxicating mouth.
Ziqian gasped softly at the change, his heart racing as the kiss grew fiercer. Xue's need felt overwhelming—like a lone traveler stumbling upon water after an endless desert, desperate and unwilling to let go.
The feeling of being devoured left Ziqian breathless, his lips glistening as a crystal-clear thread escaped the corner of his mouth. The mingled scent of mint and vanilla thickened in the air, intoxicating and heavy with desire.
Pinned against the rough bark of the tree, their bodies moved in feverish rhythm, chest to chest, every heated breath fanning the flames higher. Their tongues tangled desperately, as if neither wanted to surrender nor let go, tasting and claiming, deepening with every second.
Ziqian's hips ground against the rigid bulge between his thighs, drawing a guttural groan from Xue. "Mmm—" The sound rumbled low in his chest, primal, raw. His hands clamped down on Ziqian's waist, strong enough to bruise, trembling with restraint. He didn't know if he should pull him away before control slipped completely—or urge him closer until there was no space left to breathe.
It feels good.
When they finally parted, a thin trail of saliva clung between their swollen lips. Xue's once serene, ocean-like eyes now shimmered darkly with lust, the calm completely overtaken by turbulent waves. His chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, their mingled heartbeats thundering in the charged silence.
Ziqian slumped against his broad shoulder, panting softly, the heat of his lips brushing against Xue's damp skin. His slender fingers, playful and daring, traced a slow, teasing path over the ridges of Xue's hard chest, gliding lower over his taut abs until they hovered just above the point of no return.
A guttural sound tore from Xue's throat as his body shuddered under the touch. His large hand shot out, trembling as it caught Ziqian's wrist, halting him just before crossing the line. His voice, hoarse and laced with strain, rasped close to Ziqian's ear, "W-we can't…"
Yet even as he spoke, his grip trembled, betraying the battle between his rationality and the burning desire that clawed at him, begging to break free.
Ziqian's peach-blossom eyes curved mischievously as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against Xue's ear, warm breath fanning across sensitive skin. "Why can't we, Xue?" Ziqian whispered seductively. He already knew the answer, but he still asked.
Xue's grip on his wrist tightened almost desperately, as if he were holding back not just Ziqian's hand but himself. "We are not married yet," he answered, his deep voice carrying the weight of restraint, though beneath it lingered a faint, aching disappointment.
Ziqian was surprised when he first learned from the four fluffballs that some beasts were more conservative than those scumbags on Earth. He had expected something more primitive, something closer to survival-driven instincts, not a people who held such profound reverence for commitment. Beasts here might accept polyamorous bonds, but when they gave their heart—or their body—it was done with sincerity, with faithfulness, and under the gaze of their god.
Having sex outside marriage was not considered a sin in Gaia, but there were beasts who placed great weight on the sanctity of union. To them, intimacy was not simply desire unleashed—it was the final step of a vow, a bond meant to be sealed only after standing before the Beast God.
Ziqian hadn't expected Xue to be one of them. The man's aloofness, his overwhelming strength, and the way others revered him made it easy to imagine he cared little for such traditions.
The marriage in Gaia was not a simple contract between two people—it was a sacred rite held during Eulogia, the grand festival when the veil between mortals and the Beast God was believed to be thinnest. Before the tribe, vows were exchanged, not merely spoken but offered as a prayer, and the Beast God's blessing was invoked to sanctify their union.
To beasts and sub-beasts alike, this blessing carried weight beyond mortal words. Marriage was not unbreakable—separation was possible—but those who betrayed their vows risked the judgment of the Beast God. Misfortune, illness, or even the stripping of one's beast form was said to fall upon the unfaithful. For that reason, many treated the rite as sacred, a bond of both body and soul.
Ziqian, however, came from a world where faith in gods had long withered. On Earth, marriage was no divine decree but a social contract, often used as a tool of control, sometimes even as a cage. To him, it was just paper—binding, limiting, and easily torn apart.
And yet… as he looked at Xue, stubbornly holding back despite the fire in his eyes, Ziqian felt a faint tremor in his heart. Perhaps, in this world, marriage was not just a chain—it was a promise, one that Xue wanted to keep with all his being.
Ziqian's original plan had been simple—tease him, fluster him, and make him stumble into admitting his feelings like Huo had. A game of seduction. But sitting this close, seeing the faint flush creeping across Xue's sharp cheekbones and the taut control in his jaw, Ziqian realized something unsettling: he wasn't sure who was leading anymore.
Every time he leaned closer, expecting Xue to retreat, the man held his ground. Every subtle brush of fingers, every stolen glance, only deepened the storm in those sapphire eyes. It was as if Xue were holding a leash on a wild beast inside him, and Ziqian was tugging it, pulling it closer to snapping—yet somehow, it was Ziqian who felt breathless.
Am I seducing him… or is he seducing me without even trying?
The thought made his heart race. His plan to keep control was slipping through his fingers, and strangely, it thrilled him.
He looked into Xue's eyes and whispered, "Do you want me to help you without doing it?" His watery, peach-blossom eyes were slightly raised, and the corner was tinged with a rosy hue, like a vixen, ready to absorb life's essence.
""I want you to feel good. Let me give you a blow~"
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Ziqian swallowed silently.
He is kneeling in front of Xue, savoring the view of the long and thick member. Although the color is still clean and light red, the glans are plump, and the veins on the surface of the column are scary. The dense silver pubic hair is clean and beautiful to look at, a great contrast to the already erect beast on it.
"It's so big." Ziqian held the hot and thick penis as he licked the tip of its head, which was already oozing with pre-cum. That scent—clean, sweet, yet tinged with something musky—made his breath hitch.
Ziqian lowered his head and took the dripping, mushroom-shaped head. He used his tongue to toy with the urethral entrance, licking it repeatedly until it released more secretions.
"Ziqian..." Xue's breathing grew ragged. The muscles in his abdomen slightly tensing, his already big dick swelled up even more.
The sub-beast repeatedly licked it from tip to shaft, leaving behind traces of moisture, enjoying it like a tasty, sweet lollipop. Then, he took the entire glans into his mouth, making sure to gently massage the two enormous hanging balls.
Xue breathed heavily. The sub-beast's actions are driving him crazy.
Leaning forward, Ziqian licked and sucked the entire dick, attempting to fit it in his mouth. He continued to pleasure the large penis despite feeling as though the corners of his lips were being ripped.
The scent that Xue was emitting is intoxicating. It is like a strong aphrodisiac that is turning him on and making him lose all reason. All he can think of is how to please the man and make him cum.
With much effort, Ziqian opened his lips and swallowed the large, hot penis. His tongue licked the veins, feeling the pulsating and hot temperature of the man's member. Ziqian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, using his throat to squeeze the big penis, bringing a tingling sensation rushing up to Xue's spine.
"Hnng… uhh~" Xue's breathing became more erratic, and his usual cold face was flushed. He instinctively straightened his waist, sending his big dick deeper into the sub-beast's mouth.
The sub-beast's long eyelashes are covering the light of his eyes, his delicate face is flushed, and his small red lips are wrapped around his penis. This seductive look makes the big dick swell again. Xue's restraint finally crumbled as he grabbed Ziqian's hair and sent his genitals deeper into the sub-beast's mouth.
Ziqian choked on the swelling penis. His nose and mouth were filled with its scent.
"Hmm~"
Xue's mind went blank, consumed entirely by the overwhelming sensations. The heat coursing through his body erased every trace of restraint, leaving only raw, urgent desire. His usual composure, his careful control, all of it vanished in an instant, replaced by a primal need he couldn't deny.
The sub-beast's mouth was warm and tight, sucking him well. He started to thrust his hips vigorously, enjoying the sensation of being enveloped by soft red lips and licked by his small tongue.
"It felt so good." Xue's hoarse voice is full of lust.
Ziqian's mouth was fucked wildly as the impact was getting faster and faster. He drooled as the two bulging balls relentlessly slapped against his chin. In the quiet forest, the sound of "pa pa pa" continues, mixed with muffled moans and groans.
"Ugh!!!" Xue groaned fiercely and unconsciously pressed Ziqian's head against his crotch. His big penis throbbed a few times before spurting a stream of thick, hot, white fluid.
"Mmm…"
Xue panted as he hesitantly withdrew his wet and dripping penis from the sub-beast's mouth.
Ziqian sat up straight, his face blushing and coughing. Strands of white fluid dripped down his collarbone from the corner of his mouth.
"Are you okay?" Xue asked as his panting gradually subsided. His voice was low and hoarse.
Xue's chest tightened with guilt as he looked at the sight before him. The sub-beast's hair was disheveled, his face was flushed, and tears were hanging on his lashes. He looked fragile, pitiful… yet unbearably tempting.
When Ziqian's trembling hand lifted in silent plea, Xue immediately reached out, steadying him. The sub-beast's legs had gone weak and numb from kneeling, and Xue gently pulled him up, strong arms slipping around his waist with careful tenderness.
"I'm fine," he answered as he hugged the man's neck.