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No matter how much he tried to ignore it, Luo Binghe couldn’t. Not even the stacks of paper waiting for his attention could divert his eyes from the sight of Shen Qingqiu laying on the daybed with their daughter in arms, suckling from his breast. The half-demon gulped.


He still remembered groping the smooth flat chest and pinching the red pebbles, all while vigorously fucking his empress from behind. Shen Qingqiu would never admit it but Luo Binghe knew his former master loved it - the loud moans he made and the way his cock was leaking with precum told more than enough.


And now just recalling the feels of soft and supple globes in his hands was sending blood rushing to Luo Binghe’s nether region. Ever since the birth of their child, Shen Qingqiu occupied himself with nursing her and barely paid attention to Binghe anymore. Biting his lips, Luo Binghe decided to abandon his paperwork and made his way to the daybed.


“Shizun,” he purred.


Shen Qingqiu, still fixated on their daughter, ignored his creeping fingers that were slowly advancing from the tip of his bare toes to his thighs. “Go back to your work, Binghe.”


Drops of milk spilled out from the side of their baby’s mouth. Luo Binghe stared longingly, swallowing hard as Shen Qingqiu gently wiped the spill with a small cloth. With the help of the special seeds, Shen Qingqiu wasn’t only able to grow a womb and give birth to their child, he had also developed the glands to produce milk. While they were nowhere near as voluptuous as a woman's breasts, they were enough to make Luo Binghe salivate. (Really, anything attached to Shen Qingqiu was just alluring.)


“Shizun, we haven’t been intimate for a while,” Luo Binghe hinted while kneading on Shen Qingqiu’s thighs. 


Shen Qingqiu raised an eyebrow and glared at him, as if daring Luo Binghe to continue. However, the demon lord wasn’t one to be intimidated easily. In fact, the way those sharp eyes looked at him more often gave him excitement rather than fright.


“Little Bun might wake up at night, we can’t do anything too tiring,” Shen Qingqiu answered.


That wasn’t a no , Luo Binghe thought and grinned. He scooted closer to Shen Qingqiu. “Well then, Shizun… don’t you think it’s unfair that Little Bun is the only one enjoying your attention?”


Shen Qingqiu frowned. “She is a baby.”


Luo Binghe tried again, “Won’t Shizun let this husband have a taste as well?”


There was a brief confusion in Shen Qingqiu’s expression, before he finally processed Luo Binghe’s words and crimson hues painted his white cheeks. “You - you shameless beast! Don’t you have something better to think of? Go back to your work!”


He pouted. “But…”


“Shush. I’m tired. Do whatever it is you need to do,” Shen Qingqiu huffed and went back to nursing their baby.


Luo Binghe sulkily returned to his work desk. Shen Qingqiu remained silent as usual, not even caring to look at him. He went through the stacks of reports with little interest. Little Bun was a blessing and Shen Qingqiu never looked happier the day their daughter was born, but Luo Binghe now wished they had waited a little longer before deciding to have a child together. They already wasted so many years engaged in conflicts and misunderstandings before finally opening up to each other.


Wooing his former shizun wasn’t easy. The scars in his heart couldn’t be removed and it took so long for Shen Qingqiu to finally trust him. As for now, while Luo Binghe wholeheartedly believed in Shen Qingqiu’s feelings for him, getting his empress to actually show his affections still proved to be a challenge. Shen Qingqiu was used to hiding his emotions and had such a thin face, he wouldn’t even accept Luo Binghe’s hug in public.


His mind began picturing a new vacation palace for the two of them to spend some private time together. Maybe when Little Bun grows big and strong enough.


With whatever little interest in work already completely gone, Luo Binghe pushed aside the stacks and went back to the daybed, hoping he could at least coax Shen Qingqiu to let him hold his empress to sleep.


He blinked, noticing that both Shen Qingqiu and Little Bun had fallen asleep. Luo Binghe carefully lifted his daughter off Shen Qingqiu’s chest and carried her to her crib. He returned to move Shen Qingqiu to their large bed, before noticing white pearls dripping off the red buds on his empress’ exposed chest.




Little Bun already had her fill and was asleep. Shen Qingqiu was too tired to wake up.


He leaned down and took a small lick.


It was a mere droplet, but the sweet, milky taste was enough to lit his desire for more.


Luo Binghe pried open the robes wider, exposing the whole expanse of the white chest. He began swirling his tongue around the swollen red bud, lapping up all the leftover milk droplets. Seeing Shen Qingqiu unaroused, he switched to the other nipple, this time popping the entire red pebble into his mouth and sucking the sweet fluid out of it.


His hands wandered to Shen Qingqiu's waist, where a cloth belt was loosely tying the single layer of robe on his empress' body, and deftly got rid of the piece of fabric. Luo Binghe cupped the small waist and supple rear, before moving to the pale firm thighs. He smirked as he noticed the small cock in between was hardening.


For someone as alert as Shen Qingqiu, it was impossible for him to not be awakened after all of Luo Binghe's ministrations. Which meant he was in fact very much awake, but chose to pretend that he was asleep.


Well, did he not tell Luo Binghe to do whatever he needed to do?


"Let's see how long you can keep this up, Shizun," Luo Binghe whispered.


Parting the slender legs, Luo Binghe spared no hesitance and dived in to lick the taut pink hole. Sure enough, Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but shudder, even though he was firm enough to refrain from making a sound. Luo Binghe continued poking his tongue and finger into the spot, making sure to note the small but visible frowns on Shen Qingqiu's face.


If Shen Qingqiu wanted to keep feigning sleep, fine. Two can play the game. Shen Qingqiu may have the encyclopedia of beasts and magical plants engraved in his brain, but Luo Binghe had mapped the most sensitive spots on his empress’ body permanently in his head. His fingers trailed along the expanse of Shen Qingqiu’s inner thighs while his teeth returned to graze the pert nipples, tongue lapping on the trickling warm milk.


Ah, the furrowed brows. On certain nights they might appear when Shen Qingqiu was rudely roused from his sleep. However Luo Binghe recognized them as the frustration evident when Shen Qingqiu didn’t get what desired. Luo Binghe grinned as he sent his middle finger into the puckering hole and felt it tighten. Shizun must be asking for him to get inside now.


Well, the Qing Jing Peak Lord wasn’t the only one who could play hard. Luo Binghe prodded deeper, adding another finger, while his other hand worked on removing his pants. Shen Qingqiu’s breath was getting faster, and his heart was pumping more rapidly. Luo Binghe could sense it. He cupped his fully hardened pillar and rubbed it against the entrance.




A squeak. How impatient. Shen Qingqiu regained his composure quickly and went back to his ‘act’, but just looking at his crimson ears, Luo Binghe knew his empress must be absolutely embarrassed.


“Playing coy, Shizun? Ask for it and you’ll get it,” he purred.


Ignoring the fingers clenched against the bedsheet, Luo Binghe continued teasing the little hole, grazing the tip of his hardened cock without ever pushing in. He reveled in seeing Shen Qingqiu writhing from desire while desperately trying to hide how much he wanted Binghe. There was a sense of pride in realizing that even without the blood parasite invading and stimulating Shen Qingqiu’s system, he was still able to elicit this much response from his empress.


He leaned down to steal a kiss and was startled by a harsh bite on his lower lip.


Shen Qingqiu’s eyes were open, glistening with angry tears. “Hurry up, you jerk.”


A grin appeared on Luo Binghe’s face. “Hurry and what, Shizun?”


“Just fuck me already, dimwit!”


Lining up his member against the twitching hole, Luo Binghe sneered. “Should have said so earlier, Shizun.”


With one push he thrusted straight into Shen Qingqiu, earning a loud moan that could almost wake the entire palace. Fortunately Luo Binghe was just in time to cup Shen Qingqiu’s mouth close and stop him from waking their daughter as well. Things were getting good, it wouldn’t do if they had to stop to calm Little Bun.


As soon as he released his hand, Shen Qingqiu muttered out a string of curses that were barely comprehensible by either of them. Luo Binghe couldn’t care less - his hips moved faster than a galloping horse and Shen Qingqiu’s words were drowned by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. 


“Degenerate, shameless, stupid little beast!” Shen Qingqiu hissed.


“Yet this degenerate beast is now fucking you senseless,” Luo Binghe smirked. His fingers wrapped around Shen Qingqiu’s comparatively small cock and gave it a slight squeeze. “Look at how good your slutty hole is taking me in, Shizun.”


Beads of precum trickled down his fingers and soon, Shen Qingqiu cried as he reached his climax. Luo Binghe held on the slim waist, thrusting slower albeit with no plan of stopping. He was nowhere near close to coming, and he wasn’t intending on finishing with just one round. Shen Qingqiu slapped his forearm. “Binghe… done…”


Luo Binghe raised an eyebrow. “We are not. You can’t be the only one relieved here.”


Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes. He adjusted his position and closed his eyes. “Do whatever you want. I’m too tired, I’m going to sleep.”




There was no response, even as he moved again.


Was Shen Qingqiu actually choosing to sleep now?!


Luo Binghe scowled.


Well, now that Shen Qingqiu had given his permission, he shouldn’t blame Luo Binghe the following morning if he were to wake up the next day all sore and covered with marks.