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Shang Qinghua wanted to bury himself alive. Willingly. Because even that would be a better death than the one he is about to face, at the hands of whatever thing lurks inside the dingy maw of the frozen toothed cave. Which he stares down into with growing dread. Because he is tied and suspended to the trunk of a craggy tree that overlooks it.

This had happened by total accident, of course. Shang Qinghua doesn't often get kidnapped — okay, kidnapped and sacrificed — and tossed to whatever insatiable beast that needs feeding. He was just trying to make an honest living as an author, going town by town, selling secret delights to blushing maidens and discreet men. Paper that would be unraveled and make even the ladies in the red light district blush! And he makes quite a pretty penny on it too!

His adventures had taken him many places. Huan Hua palace, the Mountains of Cang Qiong, the great Temples of the West. Even to the demon realm, but only the border, as the uncharted lands were filled with strange and fantastical creatures that only the bravest adventurers tread.

Shang Qinghua prefers the eccentric little villages that sprout up along the border, and even inside the demon lands. He was raised in one when he was a boy, so traveling them came easier to him than others. He'd been traveling far north — unknowingly traveling into deep demon territory — when he wandered into this strange town, a wee too small for any real profit, but he stopped and stayed for a night at the inn. However one night became two when a freak snowstorm came in, and then three, when the roads were too frozen and piled, and then a week, since the bridges had to be repaired and Shang Qinghua couldn't move on before they were finished.

Shang Qinghua should have just gone straight through the little town. It was a superstitious little dwelling at the base of a great mountain caked in snow, so white it turned the sky even bluer. After the storm, all the townsfolk were visibly stressed. The men walked at a quick pace and the children never played. The women and elderly stayed locked away, as though the town was mourning. And then, when Shang Qinghua had asked the innkeeper why everyone was so down, the kind (at the time) old man explained that their little village was terrorized by a vile demon who demanded a sacrifice whenever it hungered, in exchange for peace of their town from any outside threats. Shang Qinghua asked how they knew it was hungry, and the man simply said that the snowstorm told them everything.

A demon, controlling the mountain, reining powers over the weather? Shang Qinghua's interest peeked (unfortunately). He asked what the demon looked like, as he's met plenty of demons in his travels, and even saved one a long time ago.

The innkeeper said he didn't know; no one came back alive. He asked what sort of sacrifices get sent off, and the man had claimed they only gave pure virgins to the demon. They've been doing that for generations, and it used to work, the village only sparing a beautiful youth every five or ten years or so, but this year the storms batter the village angrily nearly every week of winter, as though dissatisfied with the offerings.

Pure virgin maidens. Shang Qinghua laughed! He explained to the innkeeper that no virgins are actually pure; they're some of the horniest people around. How did he know? Other than being a virgin himself, he sold most of his salacious writings to bashful, inexperienced young men and women!

Either way, he wanted to help, even if he couldn't do it directly. He gave a piece of advice: he told the innkeeper that the demon probably moved on from virgin maidens and was interested in something else. Nowadays, people were too in their heads about bodily passions; the meals were all spoiled. Anyone who ate the same thing too long would grow to have an unsettled stomach; maybe maidens just weren't up to par anymore. He should try giving up one of the men, or an old coot, or a donkey.

And the Innkeeper… acquired a strange look. He asked Shang Qinghua if he wanted anything to eat, on the house. Shang Qinghua politely ordered a meal, trying to not burden too much, because even a week in this town was starting to stretch it, and he did not want to owe money to this innkeeper. The innkeeper had insisted and laid on a small feast.

By the time he had finished eating, Shang Qinghua learned that the town was worrying so much because they… Well, ran out of virgins. And everyone knew the demon in the cave couldn't be pleased, and time was ticking before another storm would blow through, destroying their village beyond repair. It explained quite a bit — why the houses were beginning to be boarded up and the people were staying indoors. He told the innkeeper that he knew someone who would be able to help with the demon problem; his good friend, Shen Yuan, was absolutely crazy for those kinds of things, and he was sure he had some sort of advice for this weeping town. He would send a quick letter in the next town over!

The innkeeper said, quickly, that there wasn't any need for Shang Qinghua to leave, and that he should stay in until the next storm carried through. Shang Qinghua had assumed the old man was trying to save him from getting stuck and possibly dying, so he thought little of it and agreed.

In hindsight, he really should have paid more attention to the old man's probing questions during the meal. Things about his work, asking what experience he has and whatnot. He seemed awful curious about his background as an author, so finally, Shang Qinghua had shrugged and just said he made it all up, or read inspiration somewhere else.

And now? Now he's the virgin sacrifice because the innkeeper put two and two together. They kidnapped him in the middle of the night, and they all said they were terribly sorry, but they had to try, their families and farms were at stake. And thus, Shang Qinghua was the first boy to be given up to this demon.

The only thing that was a bit more annoying than, you know, being fed to some weird-ass demon with a virgin fetish, was the wait.

It was fucking cold out, okay! Midwinter, they dressed him scantily, the robes of soft golds and whites looking like mere strings of cloth, barely covering his body from the chill of the air. And the ropes were of very poor quality, as they bit into his exposed skin and rubbed it raw, creating red blisters on his limbs. Whoever tied these knots did a horrible job too — Shang Qinghua could hardly breathe with the way they roped around his torso and neck too tight. It makes him woozy.

"... Hello?" He calls. He can hardly shout over the loud wind whistling through the mountains. The cave just yawns back in a silent greeting. "Helloooo? Mister...or misses demon? Are you in there? I'm starting to lose circulation in my arms! It's been a while, and you haven't come out yet!"

Nothing. Not a thing. Shang Qinghua sighed. "You know if you don't come up and eat me soon, I might get too cold. Well, er, I would prefer you to not eat me at all, but freezing to death seems a bit longer… or, ahaha, crazy idea, you could come up and untie me! That would be very nice of you! We could just pretend this never happened, you know?"

More silence. Shang Qinghua felt very, very alone. Maybe those villagers were just imagining things… blaming some hypothetical demon on the natural disasters running rampant. Whoever was left here, tied up pretty, would no doubt die from the cold overnight! And then starving wild animals would pick the bones clean!

Shang Qinghua needed to figure out a way free… he really didn't want to become scavenger food…

"Hello? Mister demon? Please come up here and prove that you're real. This is not funny at all! These crazy villagers tied me up! I'm not even from the area, you know? I'm a traveling author! I, uh, probably taste like ink, or something."

The wind seemed to whip a bit louder, but there was still no stir from inside the cave. Shang Qinghua was growing frustrated as minutes ticked by. He's sure he's been out here for almost an hour. Maybe even two.

"Auggghhh!!!" He screams out of frustration, trying to squirm his way out of the ropes, despite the way they bit into his body. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Stupid old man! And his… Stupid, really good, food! I should have just left days ago! Stupid, stupid, stupid! And now I'm in the middle of nowhere, talking to no one!!!" Shang Qinghua ranted and raved, trying to twist his way free with little leeway.

Eventually, he feels something come loose around his thigh. He blinked and looked down, seeing the rope slack a little lower. Oh! It's working!

He repeats his movements, trying to somehow work free the knots he can't touch. He's so focused on his act, biting his lip and grunting in exertion, to notice sharp blue eyes peeking up from the cavern.

The knots slowly begin to grow gentler, and he's dropped, inch by inch, towards the ground. Halfway through he goes limp, panting from exhaustion.

"You're very bad at this."

Shang Qinghua snaps his head up at the sound of a heavy, raspy voice, loud in his years yet quiet in volume.

And before him —

His mouth falls open in shock, voice dying in his throat as he sees a handsome man, will long silky hair and cold-stone face atop of a well built (and very naked) body, firm and rippling with muscle. The skin is as pale as snow, yet scarred and… scaled? As his eyes trail down, he can see thick patches of scales forming at the hips, spiraling down, down, down, and even farther down, and Shang Qinghua belatedly realizes that this person is attached to a snake tail — covered in ebony sales that glint an iridescent blue in the waning light of the evening.

A Naga. It was a Naga! Shang Qinghua blinked a few times. "And you're… The demon of this mountain! Uhm- hi! For a moment I thought you weren't real at all and I was going to die up here..."

The Naga scoffs and raises an eyebrow. "That is all you have to say?"

"Well, I can't do much right now, I'm sort of strung up…"

"Indeed. So you're the sacrifice that tiny little village has decided to provide, hm?"

Shang Qinghua pales. Oh yeah! He was that — a sacrifice, that is. "Ahaha, uh, yeah, I am, I guess! But trust me, I really don't taste good! I'm a traveler, so I eat really modestly! Actually, all I eat is rice! Aha haha," he trails off as the beast gets closer, slithering from the cave, revealing his snake half was terrifyingly long. Actually, it didn't seem to end at all. Shang Qinghua squealed as the demon got closer and closer, legs kicking against the trunk of the tree. "Waitwaitwait! I'm a guy! Uhm- you only eat girls right? Virgin girls? Well, I'm neither of those, so maybe you should just let me go,"

"I have no taste for maidens."

Fuck. Fuck! Shang Qinghua trembles as the Naga looms.

"Or- oh! How about a servant! You look like a very… upstanding demon, I'm sure you wouldn't mind a human servant right? I could go to towns and get you riches or art, or anything else! I can also clean! And I know some poetry! Just please don't-"

"Shut up," the Naga growls. Claws skate against his arm and Shang Qinghua squeaks, screwing his eyes shut. This was it! It's all over!

But, instead of pain, he feels rough ropes give away, and he drops from the tree and lands on his ass. He groans and sits up, pushing onto his knees. Cut up rope falls around him. "... Thank you! You're very merciful!" He puts his hands together and does a deep bow, eyes landing on the black scales of a winding tail. He swallows. Shang Qinghua stands and dusts himself off. "Since this sacrifice displeases you, I can go back to the village and relay a message, so you can get a sacrifice you desire- EEK!" A hand fists Shang Qinghua's robes by the back and lifts him up, almost tearing the gauzy silk that he's wrapped in. "Wait! Wait!"

His protests are ignored as the Naga, who is more than double Shang Qinghua's size, leans in close. Shang Qinghua has to look away from those clear, blue eyes, laden with heavy lashes and a handsome brow, fear clawing in his body as he's examined. Was the demon deciding what to do with him now? Shang Qinghua entertains the idea of groveling some more, but he's scared he’ll piss the demon off and he'll end up in a worse predicament.

And then he feels a wet tongue hit his cheek, sliding up to his eye. What! The! Fuck!

"...You. What is your name?" The demon asks. As though he wasn’t just tasting the goods.

"This one is Sh- Shang Qinghua," he simpers. “Can this one ask who the lord of the mountain may be?”

The Naga is silent for a long moment before Mobei-Jun speaks: "This mountain? I am Mobei-Jun, King of the Northern Desert. This is just a small sliver of my territory."

The name sounds familiar. Mobei. But, it could be very well that Shang Qinghua has heard it in passing on his travels, what with it being a King’s name and all. “I-I see! I didn’t know I was in the presence of his lordship. Please excuse this one’s imprudence,” Shang Qinghua laughs nervously, glancing between Mobei-Jun’s displeased expression and the ground.

He really hopes he didn’t taste good, from the strange expression on the Nagas face.

Mobei-Jun grunts and warps two arms around the quivering author to haul Shang Qinghua towards the mouth of the cave, easily slithering down in the depths as though it wasn’t made of pitch blackness. Shang Qinghua swallowed as the light waned, and he was carried deep into the earth, with no certainty of ever seeing the sun again..

The lack of wind was nice but he was still chilled to the bone, shivering in short bursts against the cold-blooded demon who held him tight in two arms. “C-c-cold,” he chattered. “I-if, if you’re going to eat me, c-c-an you get it ov-ver with?”

He gets a pinch in his arm and he yelps with an ‘OW!’

To his misery, the sound echoes deep down into the cavern. He’s in for a bit of a trip.

Shang Qinghua had somehow nodded off amidst their travel. Something about being surrounded by firm arms and being able to pillow his head against a shoulder - or maybe it was the resignation, thinking that if he was asleep, death would come a bit quicker.

But when he awakens, he’s dropped unceremoniously on a pile of pelts. He blinks awake and fumbles a bit, the restless drowsiness turning him dizzy. “What? Huh?”

“Warm up,” Mobei-Jun orders, and Shang Qinghau realizes he can see the Naga once again. He glances around, finding that he’s in a strange room with tall rock walls that are lit well with lanterns and torches, lined with shelves with scrolls on them, and there’s even a desk and table for sitting.

His eyes turn down to the lump of pelts he’s been dropped on. He finds them to be layers of well-maintained hides, some from deer, others from wolves, and maybe bears? Either way, he suspects these are the remains of what the demon usually eats, and the idea of a giant half-snake chomping down on a bear and successfully killing it is…

Shang Qinghua banishes the terrifying thought and does as ordered, lifting the pelts and squirming under them. He shivers under the heavy weight, but slowly, he feels himself get warmer and warmer. “I-is this your home?” he asks, head peeking out from under the make-shift blankets.

Mobei-Jun is slithering about, seeming to rummage through his belongings. “This is where I stay during hibernation.”

Shang Qinghua’s eyes widened. “D...Did I wake you up?”

Mobei-Jun turns and smirks slightly. “Yes.”

Shit!!! Shang Qinghua hides under his blankets with a groan. All this time, he could have just kept his trap shut and wiggled free instead of alerting the thing that was supposed to eat him. Wait-

So did that mean Mobei-Jun was going to eat him later since he was in hibernation? Maybe a snack for when he’s finally about his senses? Spring wasn’t too far away, so the idea isn’t unreasonable. Some animals liked to store their food for later… and that seemed pretty on-brand for a scary, sexy Naga who was just emerging from a winter full of sleep. He’ll be hungry, alright.

Some of the pelts dip with added weight and Shang Qinghua stiffens when he feels the drag of a heavy tail falling over his legs. He squeaks when he feels himself get scooped up amidst the pelts and held close, unable to resist the powerful tail that starts to circle around him. He squirms so he can break for air, and with dawning horror, sees the serpent tail already coming closer and closer to squeeze him tight.

So Mobei-Jun was a constrictor! Well, being suffocated may be better than tearing apart my fangs…

And yet, as Shang Qinghua slams his eyes shut, the tightness doesn’t come. Instead, the tail simply settles loosely around his legs and hips, making sure he’s bundled in his cocoon of furs and a snake tail and unable to escape.

He blinks. “Er-?”

“Eat, now.” Mobei-Jun’s heavy voice mumbles behind him. It sounds almost sleepy, but it could very well be his imagination. A hand presents him with a piece of jerky. Dried, salted meat, well preserved in the cold underbelly of the earth.

“... Okay, let me just-” he worms his hands out of his pelt cocoon and grabs the dried meat, trying to not focus on the way his stomach starts to gnaw with hunger, previously undetectable from all the shock. He brings it to his mouth and chews at the edge of the tough meat. It’s surprisingly flavorful, despite its rough texture, and Shang QInghua greedily tries to chew more and swallow.

Meanwhile, the tail coils a bit tighter, and Mobei-Jun looms from behind, not quite pressing against the tiny human but just close enough to feel the addicting warmth.

“Wow, this is actually really good, thank you, my King!” Shang QInghua says, licking his lips.

A full chest presses against his back and Shang Qinghua squeaks, dropping the jerky. He gets a pinch to his arm, making him yelp. *Hey!"

“You dropped it.” Mobei-Jun notes, voice rumbling through Shang QInghua’s body, making his hair stand on end. He’s presented the meat again. “Eat it all. You’ll need it.”

The order isn’t lost on Shang Qinghua and he nods as he quickly tries to bite away at the rest.

Only when he’s done, hunger sated and feeling far warmer, does he realize his mistake. He was being plumped up! Fed so that he would taste more savory! He groans and flops back, head hitting a pillowy chest, thinking that he’s really a fool for letting his guard down the moment he was given food.

And that was a mistake in itself, as large arms circle tight around his torso and hold him firmly.

“So…” he mumbles into the quiet air. “H-how long until you’re out of hibernation?” he asks in a small voice, afraid of the answer.

“I’m supposed to emerge in five weeks… yes, that will be enough time...” Mobei-Jun says, and Shang Qinghua swallows, confirming his suspicions that Mobei-Jun plans to feed him every day until he’s nice and tasty.

He doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

The tail shifts around him and he’s dragged down, almost as though he’s laying down with a giant half-man spooning him. It’s surprisingly comfortable, but Shang Qinghua is still so nervous that he can’t relax willingly into the embrace of the predator who’s going to feast on him in three weeks' time.

But he’s unsure if he can sleep now… unable to do much more than breathe in the snake’s grasp, he’s completely immobile, with no hopes of wiggling out.

But he eventually manages to catch some shut-eye.

The last words he hears are "I finally have you," but they're too confusing to dwell on.

Shang Qinghua wakes up to something cool flicking over his neck. He blinks his eyes awake with a grunt, squinting at the light of the room with some displeasure. He squirms away from the tickling sensation, which earns a low hiss and tightening sensation around his middle.

"Ngh, what?" He comes to grips with his surroundings. Hands find purchase on smooth scales, making him gasp and look down quickly.

Shang Qinghua was in a bind. Quite literally — he could feel the tight pressure of the very long snake coiling around him, keeping his legs and hips immobilized.

That's right… he fell asleep in a Naga's den.

"You're awake."

Shang Qinghua makes an unmanly sound as he tries to twist to see the snake's face. Claws reach up and grip his jaw, digging in just enough for pinpricks of pain to be felt, and a handsome face with a waterfall of hair comes into view, a calm expression broken by a flush to his lightly scale-crusted cheeks and pointed ears.

"Y-yo-you're gonna finally eat me?" He asks, shaking. The hand on his jaw tightens. He squeaks and slams his eyes shut.

"Eat?"

"You're about to suffocate me." He slaps the tail around his middle.

At that note, it slackens slightly, tail moving this way and that to turn loose. "Apologies. Humans are so...small. Delicate." The Naga murmurs, nosing right behind his ear. "I'll have to be careful."

Shang Qinghua laughs nervously. "Careful? If you're worried about that, you don't have to, er, keep me tied up… I probably couldn't figure my way out if I tried…" Even if he did squirm out of the snake bind, who knows how deep underground they are.

Mobei-Jun's eyes narrow. "But you're warm." And his jaw is dropped in favor of large hands tying themselves around his middle and a face tucking into his shoulder.

"But you have a fire pit, you can just light a fire if you're cold!"

"No."

"You're being unreasonab-AUGH!"

Fangs sink into his shoulder, and Shang Qinghua shudders at the rush of painful heat. It's strange — it should feel more painful, but instead, it races down from his spine, until he feels it to the end of his toes and back. Hot and cold at once, making him dig his fingers into the closest thing, which happened to be the Naga himself.

"Oww…" he whimpers in pain as a tongue laves over the new wound, as though tending to it.

Shang Qinghua wants to cry. Of course he'd end up with a handsome, cuddly demon who wants to play with his food! But, he supposes, he may as well enjoy these last days of his, embraced in heavy arms. It's more than what he's gotten in this life. Even if he gets bit and tasted freely.

So, Shang Qinghua slowly lets himself relax against the firm chest pressing into his back and the strangely soothing feeling of a tongue on his neck.

As he's subjected to keeping the cold-blooded creature warm, he disparagingly thinks that maybe, if he's a nice cuddle, Mobei-Jun will decide to keep him around as his personal heater.

Mobei-Jun takes care of him for the next week.

He tends to everything, it seems. The only thing that Shang Qinghua doesn't look forward to is the bite Mobei-Jun sinks into his skin every few days, renewing the strange sensation. Shang Qinghua is starting to believe its venom to keep him weak and sedated.

He gets fed with well-tasting meats and strange roots and herbs, some of which look fresh. Sometimes he even wakes up to a basin of water, indicating that Mobei-Jun has been leaving the den while he sleeps to fetch it.

At some point, Mobei-Jun even brought a few fish. Shang Qinghua watched in horror as the King opened his large mouth and are a raw fish whole.

It took a little bit of convincing, but he manages to get Mobei-Jun to allow him to use the hearth inside the den to cook what he's been given.

"It's good to cook meat," he explains as he crouches over his skewers. "You can season it, and make it taste better."

"But it takes so long…" Mobei-Jun huffs, head propped on folded arms from the 'bed' (a mere pile of furs and pelts that they've been cuddling on every night). "I don't see the point."

"Well, humans get sick on raw meat, my King. We can eat dried meat, but raw meat needs to be cooked," he says as he carefully positions the fish over the fire. He stands back and folds his arms, smirking. "It will start smelling great in no time."

"Hm. Does Qinghua enjoy cooking?"

"A bit. I used to travel, so, I had to cook things myself often enough."

"I see… will Qinghua teach me how to cook?"

He blinks and looks over at the Naga. "You're interested in… Cooking? Why would you possibly want to cook? Demons eat raw meat, and aren't you a King, anyway? You have servants, right. You shouldn't need to know."

The Naga tilts his head, eyes narrowing. "I'll need to cook when you can't."

When he can't? What the hell does that mean! Shang Qinghua swallows, wondering if Mobei-Jun planned on cooking him, to enhance the flavor. He hopes he would taste good, but he can't picture that his meat would be very high quality.

"W-well, it's pretty simple. Just making sure it's on a fire until the meat isn't super chewy… but avoid burning it, because then it's too hard."

"I see. Thank you for teaching this one." Mobei-Jun smiles slightly and Shang Qinghua's heart thunders. Stupid, stupid handsome snakes! It's really unfair that Mobei-Jun is more beautiful than scary, otherwise, Shang Qunghua wouldn't be somewhat enjoying his time lounging around, cooking, chatting, and cuddling every night.

One morning, Shang Qinghua wakes up with a start, gasping cold, dry air into his lungs. His brain chased the tail end of a nightmare; distant, imaginary terrors that slip like sand through fingers.

"Qinghua…" Mobei-Jun murmurs, voice deep from sleep. Shang Qinghua looks down and finds a long taloned hand holding the human's trembling one. "What is wrong? You are crying."

"I'm-?" He reaches up and feels the wetness in his eyes. "I'm sorry, my King, I just had a bad dream." He wipes away the tacky tears.

"What did you dream about?"

"I…" he tried to remember exactly what it was. It was something with scales, blue, dull, like a clouded sky. Claws, sharp as knives, and the burning hiss as teeth sunk into his neck, with the intention of tearing him apart, unlike Mobei-Jun's playful bites.

"Don't remember," he says finally, the last tangents of the dream banishing themselves. "I think it was just one of those silly nightmares with monsters and stuff."

Mobei-Jun curls closer to Shang Qinghua, almost as though he was hugging him with all his power and scales, just light enough to not crush him to death. He squeaks. "There is nothing silly about a nightmare."

Shang Qinghua wants to cry. How come the most he's felt comfort in a long time must come from the beast that will kill him? Fate is a little cruel.

"Don't worry about it. I'm fine!" He gasps. "You're...squeezing too hard…"

"If Qinghua insists…" Mobei-Jun murmurs before starting to unwind from him. "I must go. Stay."

Shang Qinghua blinks. "What? Where are you going?"

"I need to make preparations." Is all he said, somewhat cryptic. "I will not be long, do not fret."

"I wasn't fretting," he huffs. "I just thought you would be staying here longer, what with hibernation, and all that. Just sleep and do whatever demon snakes do for entertainment."

Mobei-Jun arches an eyebrow. "Usually, but something unprecedented happened. I'll be back." He says, slowly slithering through their cave entrance, long black tail vanishing into the darkness.

Shang Qonghua waits a few minutes before following.

The tunnel runs deep; the only light coming from the mouth of Mobei-Jun's den. He squints, remembering that the Naga had effortlessly slid through these tunnels while carrying him down. He must be able to see in the dark, which is definitely a disadvantage for Shang Qinghua. While he tries to make his escape, he will have to keep his ears attentive to the sound of scales.

The air is chilly, too. Cold and stale and settling on his skin uncomfortably. He's still wearing the robes from that day, since, well, giant demon snakes don't keep a wardrobe sitting around. Their thin, revealing material does little to keep him warm, so he decides he'll need to find a small pelt next time.

Shang Qinghua travels for some minutes before coming across his first obstacle; a fork. He feels the walls as they bend, frowning when he can't feel any drafts or obvious signs of exit nearby.

Knowing that Mobei-Jun may be back soon, he goes back to the den.

Mobe-Jun isn't great at talking.

Or, well, communicating at all. As time passes (he thinks — no way of telling what's night and day, here) he finds out little things about Mobei-Jun, such as his tendency to bite and pinch at Shang Qinghua out of his instinct to "mark" him (whatever that means), or the fact that Mobei-Jun is wary of fire and won't come too close unless he needs to (a bit of information he keeps for when he needs to escape, although he feels guilty for doing so), and that Mobei-Jun really likes it when Shang Qinghua cooks for them, and even enjoys running the human's belly while Shang Qinghua tries to sleep (probably another 'cold bonded snake attracted to warm things' thing?).

They're all little, tiny things that mount heavy in Shang Qinghua's heart, and he realizes with a slap to the face that he actually likes Mobei-Jun. Which shouldn't be right at all; he wasn't anything special, just a temporary warmth every night and an eventual meal to a Demon King. Hell, he's probably not the first one to even be subjected to this treatment. There were many sacrifices before him, which leads to Shang Qinghua having a clouded mind that questions what involvement Mobei-Jun has with the village.

He finally asks one night while he stays wrapped up in pelts and Mobei-Jun's tail, per usual. This time he's faced into the other, allowing his head to rest against a surprisingly soft chest. It's a bit heavenly, and Shang Qinghua thinks it's ironic that his last days are going to be spent cuddling his dream man for warmth until he gets eaten whole.

Shang Qinghua shifts, curling up tighter against the other. “My King…"

"Hn."

"For the closure of mind, can I ask what happened to the other sacrifices?”

“I don’t know, I never retrieve them. They either die or find a way out themselves.” Mobei-Jun states, sounding entirely indifferent.

“Then - what about the storms that have been plaguing the village? Is that my King’s doing,” he asks meekly.

Mobei-Jun considers the question. “Hmph. In part, I suppose.” Mobei-Jun hikes Shang Qinghua up so he can press his face into the human's tied-back hair. “I have no control over the storms in the midst of hibernation…”

“You don’t? But the village says you do! They said you were all angry at them, and was showing your wrath through the ice storms.”

"I am not controlling the storms now," Mobei-Jun huffed. “Another example of humans being idiotic. If I was displeased, they would know.”

Shang Qinghua chews his lip. Hmm… “So, you really have no interest in the virgin maidens from the village?"

It's jealousy, Shang Qinghua realizes. The hot little thing in his ribs. He's jealous.

“No, don’t worry about that.” Mobei-Jun hisses. “That little village is more of an ugly spot that my father took joy in. Forget it.”

“But, it’s-”

“Rest. We begin soon...” Mobei-Jun orders, breath fanning his neck.

“Begin…?”

“Sleep,” The demon hisses, and strangely, Shang Qinghua feels even more compelled to obey.

His chance for escape comes when he wakes up to Mobei-Jun petting him. He fumbles, mumbling a "what?" before two clawed hands carefully drag a pelt over his body.

"Shush. Sleep, now. I will be back in a day."

"Huh? A day? We were… gonna do something, right?" He asks, lifting up on his arms with a yawn.

"There is food set out and fresh water."

"Wait- wait," he fumbles, confused. "Why are you leaving for so long?"

Mobei-Jun picks up a piece of parchment — a note, Shang Qinghua realizes. "I need to attend to something. Don't leave my den, understand?"

Shang Qinghua nods, helpless to watch as Mobei-Jun gathers a few things in a bag, set to leave.

Mobei-Jun slithers out a few minutes later, but before he ducks through the exit, he casts one long look at Shang Qinghua. The human puts on a smile and waves. He thinks he can see the cold Naga's frown soften into something fond, but it could be a trick of the light.

Shang Qinghua waits for a decent amount of time before getting up and preparing to leave.

As he secures a pelt around his body and packs a small pouch of preserved food, guilt eats in his heart. Guilt, and mourning, and… and something deep and sad, as though he had just seen a lover for the last time before they've been sent off.

It's all very, very wrong. As he stands at the exit of the den, pelt, and bag on his back and torch in hand, Shang Qinghua wipes away the tears catching the corner of his eye, inwardly cursing his stupidity for falling for a monster who will never see him the same. But, he has to leave, or he'll end up dying from being torn apart by the hands that held him close.

If he was a stronger man and not a blithering coward, he would stay and try to find a way to convince Mobei-Jun to keep him alive and at his side. Or, he would have accepted his fate and allowed the beast to devour him because at least his last moments would be spent warm and in his hands.

But instead, he's hiking up a long winding path, hoping he'll reach the surface. At every fork, he hangs a left, knowing that eventually, he'll either wind up back in the den or outside.

The torch and pelt provide some warmth, but he still ends up shivering. His toes feel numb and his legs tired. He thinks he's probably gotten too lazy from lounging about, indulging on a giant Naga spoiling him, allowing him to eat without work and sleep as long as he wants.

He tries hard to not think about Mobei-Jun as he travels. Each time he does so, he thinks, it's not too late to turn back now.

He feels like he climbs and walls for hours until something changes. But it isn't the sensation of moving air or light as he hopes. Instead, it's the sound of something heavy dragging over the ground up ahead.

Shang Qinghua panics, recognizing the sound as Mobei-Jun, and turns and quickly starts to run back down the tunnel, trying to avoid tripping over his tired legs. And yet, despite his pace, the sound gets closer. The Naga is picking up speed and quickly shortening the distance.

Shang Qinghua gets to fork and looks between the two, wondering if he should just sprint back to the den or take the uncertain road.

The sound gets closer. Shang Qinghua realizes that, even if he ran, he would get caught eventually. It was better to just accept it and try to beg his way out of the situation. Maybe Mobei-Jun would have some mercy?

Shang Qinghua swallows and turns. "My King, I-"

But his tongue turns cold and heavy when he sees the barely-lit shadow of a smirking face full of teeth and ill-intent.

It's… familiar. A distant memory, but familiar.

"You… you!" He gasps, stumbling back. The torch falls to the ground and rolls towards the Naga, illuminating the body. They're smaller than Mobei-Jun, and their scales are a dull, deep blue, sharp and terrifying from the way they gleam in the firelight with dark stains that may be dried blood.

"What a surprise," the Naga says, amusement lighting in his voice.

"Don't come closer, or I'll-"

"Or you'll what? Hm?" The Naga's sharp eyes sweep him. They're similar to Mobei-Jun's, Shang Qinghua thinks. Actually, the Naga holds a resemblance that looks like it could be family. "I never thought I would see you again, but I'm glad that you're here. Did my nephew find you?"

Nephew, said in this voice, hits Shang Qinghua's memory, and he recalls all those years ago when he was a young boy in a dusty village laying on the precipice of the demon lands. The Naga before him was a thing of nightmares for many years.

When he was a boy, he found a snake.

It was a little, weak thing, black tail curled up around its human-like body, which oozed black like tar from the gaps of wounds. Shang Qinghua couldn't have been older than 10 if he thinks correctly. He had been adventuring through the hills, which had finally melted away the snow of winter to reveal spring, when he encountered the little Naga holed up in the hollowed trunk of a tree, shivering.

He had kneeled and tried to coax the demon out. The little creature hissed and scratched anytime he got close. Shang Qinghua had left and returned the next day with a basket of fish he stole from his village while no one was looking.

The demon warmed up quickly after that. Shang Qinghua remembers dressing its wounds, thinking that its black tail was beautiful, even wrapped in gauze and bandages. He tried to get a name from it, but the Naga refused to speak — it just stared at him and occasionally poked out its tongue. He thought it couldn't speak, so he did enough for both of them, thinking it was the first time someone listened to him so attentively. He told the little Naga about all his made-up stories, not batting an eye as the demon wrapped around him to huddle for warmth in cold mornings of that spring.

Finally, he got one word: 'Mobei'. It was something so small it slipped from his memory almost completely like it was whispered into the breeze on that spring day.

They were found not by the nearby village, but by another Naga with the same face and scales as the one currently before him. Then, the Naga had picked up the two children, the young Shang Qinghua crying fear and the little Naga curled tight around its savior and hissing. Shang Qinghua nearly got eaten that day, if it wasn't for the little demon he saved, who clung to the adult demon and bit and scratched until Shang Qinghua could run home to his village. He never saw them again after that.

Afterward, he never felt very scared of the stories about demons that the village told, thinking about the little snake he found in the woods, knowing that they could be just as scared as he was.

Right now, though, he was terrified, far more than when Mobei-Jun found him tied up on the dead three weeks ago.

"Don't come any closer!" He scrambles towards one of the tunnels behind him. He knows, well, that he'll have to run.

"Or what? You'll flail at me? My nephew isn't here to save you this time," the Naga chuckles as he gets closer. Shang Qinghua turns to run, but he doesn't make two steps before tripping over a large tail and tumbling hard on the ground, the breath knocked from his body and head dizzy.

A firm tail coils right around him, far tighter than whenever Mobei-Jun held him, nearly crushing his bones. He cries out in agony as he feels the Naga tightens and untightens, squeezing him like a toy.

"Bahahahaha! Look at you! So funny!" The demon tackles, dragging him closer.

"Ghh- let- go! Of me!"

"I don't think so. I'm rather peckish right now." Shang Qinghua cringes when a tongue, wet and slimy, rakes up his cheek. "Oh? What's this? You smell like him..."

He's relieved long enough for talons to tear away the pelt and some of his robes, revealing the few slightly-scared bite marks over his neck and shoulders.

"He's claimed you!" The Naga says, not without surprise. Shang Qinghua uses the opportunity to pull his arm free and punch the demon as hard as he could with the sound of a crack, wincing when his knuckles tremble from pain.

The Naga makes a hissy scream and pulls back, nose turned crooked and inky blood dripping. "You little worm!" They growl.

Shang Qinghua grins. "Fuck you, you overgrown- augh!" The tail reropes itself and a firm tendril wrapping around his neck and begins squeezing down hard.

Shang Qinghua gasps and claws at the tail, eyes watering as he screams out "Mobei!"

The tail tightens and he chokes out into a whimper

"Don't bother, your pathetic savior is far away now." The demon growls. "My pathetic nephew is off settling a dispute. I had originally planned on coming down here to find his secret den, but I think I found something much better…" The beast cackles, eyes shining.

Shang Qinghua can't do anything — his arm goes limp and his vision blurs, last breathes whispering a name that he can't summon. I should have just stayed, he thinks, new tears rimming his eyes. I want to see him one last time.

"Oh, how distraught would he be if he found his precious little mate dead on the floor… or, hahaha, maybe I should eat you completely, and have him think you ran away?"

Mate? Shang Qinghua thinks as his head rolls to the side. Who?

"If it weren't for you, the little brat would be dead… My brother would have sent me to find him, and I could have just left my Nephew to die and no one would be wiser! If I said I couldn't find him, he would have believed me! But instead, he caused a fit, and scratched me up because of a little human boy!" The Naga roars, more anger building.

The tail slackens and Shang Qinghua breathes for a moment, but it gets replaced by claws, as the Naga seem keener on strangling him that way.

"Mobei!"

"Shut up! Die already!"

"Mo-!"

The hands tighten and claws sink into his neck. He screams.

"I win! I finally win! Once you die, he'll be crushed, and I will finally be able to kill him, once and for all, and then I can control the Northern Desert-"

Shang Qinghua was starting to zone out, thinking that this villain's monologue is really not worth his last gaps of attention, when the pain lightens. The tail gives away, and he falls, hitting the ground with a groan.

Screeching and hissing bleeds through the rushing in his ears, and when he opens his eyes, he sees not a Naga, but a flurry of black and blue, writhing together, and wet blood splashing over the ground.

Relief dawns on him when he realizes that it's Mobei-Jun, bashing the other Naga to the ground, shredding through his flesh and creating agonizing screams that echo through the tunnels. Shang Qinghua pushes himself against the wall when a tail whips next to him, hitting the ground with force.

After another minute, the Naga breaks free with a hiss and manages to dart away down a tunnel, blood painting the floor in its trail. Shang Qinghua watched as Mobei-Jun lifts up, scratched but not terribly injured, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths and blood smeared on it like war paint.

"Mo..bei…" he gasps, lifting from the wall and stumbling forward. Mobei-Jun's attention snaps from the tunnel towards him, and he gets caught by arms, which draw him forward in a crushing hug.

"Qinghua," Mobei-Jun gasps into his skull. Smooth scales brush over his legs as he's scooped up. "Qinghua, are you alright?"

"Too...tight...my king…"

"Oh," the hug turns gentle, and he gratefully sucks in some cold air.

Shang Qinghua blinks a few times and looks up, finding Mobei-Jun's tense face leaned in close, slitted eyes boring into his own own.

"Qinghua…"

"Huh," he says, suddenly seeing the resemblance between Mobei-Jun and the demon child he helped all those years ago. He can't dwell on the thought long before exhaustion overtakes him.

Shang Qinghua wakes up tired, wrapped in warmth and firm arms. He blinks, eyes focusing in on the crackling fire ahead of him.

He's in the den, he realizes. It should feel normal, with how he has woken up here wrapped up in Mobei-Jun for two weeks now, but it doesn't.

He squirms, and the arms tighten before turning relaxed. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah," he mumbles, voice hoarse. "Shit,"

"Calm down, you are safe," Mobei-Jun says behind him.

Shang Qinghua snaps to the memory of the day before. Of everything, said and done, of the strange demon who he met once before and the words he flung around. All of a sudden, he wants to twist, and it takes some maneuvering, but he manages to squirm his way around and up, so he can clap his hand so Mobei-Jun's cheeks. He marvels as he feels the cool, smoother texture of the skin, bordered by scales that speck along the edge of Mobei-Jun's face.

"You saved me!" He gasps. "You saved me from...who was that?"

"My uncle, Linguang-Jun." Mobei-Jun says, making no move away from Shang Qinghua's hold. Instead, he just stares.

"And... I saved you too, back then."

"Yes."

"So you're not going to eat me?"

That causes Mobei-Jun's face to twitch into a frown. "You still believe that?"

"I- er- well… it's not that hard to believe, really, you never said you weren't going to, and you kept...biting me."

"That's-"

"And with all the good food, I thought you were plumping me up!"

"For-"

"Not to mention, you were in hibernation, and usually you'd be hungry after resting and sleeping the winter away. I was told your kind likes to eat humans, so of course I thought you were going to eat me," Shang Qinghua takes a deep breath. "But then your uncle, he... called me your mate."

Mobei-Jun pauses, "You are my mate."

"My King, that sounds like something you would ask first," he says with a soft, disbelieving laugh.

"If Qinghua doesn't want to be my mate, then I… Suppose he can go…" Mobei-Jun moves to hold him in a hug, forcing Shang Qinghua's face into a shoulder. "I know you had left the den to escape me."

"... I didn't want to," he admits softly. "But I didn't want to die either."

"I'm not going to eat-"

"I know that now! I just… I didn't then. These last weeks have been nice." He shuts his eyes and hugs Mobei-Jun as tightly as he can. "I like it here. I really like being with you. I want to be your..."

Mobei-Jun hums, and the tail coils tighter. "Mate…?"

"Y-yes, uh, mate!" Shang Qinghua squeaks, growing embarrassed.

"Then, if Qinghua understands, it's time."

"Time? Time for what?" He asks, pulling back.

"I said we begin today," Mobei-Jun states, as though it should be obvious. With that he twists them, the tail coming free enough for claws to drag over robes and twist them in his grasp to pull, tearing completely from Shang Qinghua's body. The human yelps and fumbles, trying to conceal his modesty, but it's of little use when a hand snatches his wrists and pulls them up above his head. He's pulled close, legs spread by the width of the snake's wide hips.

Something wet bumps against his leg. He glances down and turns bright red when he sees something open. Where Mobei-Jun's human half meets his snake, the scales forming a v, where a slit lies, usually sealed.

"Oh… mate." Shang Qinghua realizes, eyes widening.

Mobei-Jun hums and reaches down to grab onto Shang Qinghua's cock, which sits half-hard and interested. He whimpers when he sees that one finger is as large as his length. "W-wait, uh, I'm not sure if we can mate, you're- you're kind of large?"

"Don't worry, the body of a Naga's mate will begin preparing itself as soon as the bond forms."

"Th-the bond? What bond? Wait- ah!" He curls when he's stroked between two fingers, claws carefully avoiding the sensitive skin.

"Qinghua is quite slow," Mobei-Jun says and uses the grip on his arms to shift him about. He blinks up at Mobei-Jun, confused when he gets lowered. "A Naga bites his mate so it can begin transforming."

"What- oh- oh fuck," he gasps when heat surrounds him, and he looks down and finds between his spread thighs, he's halfway inside Mobei-Jun.

He stares in disbelief, but all the thoughts he manages to reel in gets scattered when Mobei-Jun lifts his hips and slowly lowers down, forcing it to bury deeper, until the balls run flush against the bottom of the slit.

Shang Qinghua moans and twitches his hips, unable to stop himself from trying to thrust into the heat. Mobei-Jun chuckles as Shang Qinghua desperately moves, chasing the tight heat of the slit.

Mobei-Jun bears down harder, forcing their hips against the bed. Shang Qinghua cries out as his dick is swallowed completely by Mobei-Jun's body, the hot vacuum tightening, and it's so much that he cums inside, filling the Naga with hot seed.

Mobei-Jun lifts up, releasing the human. Shang Qinghua moans when he sees the slit seem to seal up, not a drop leaking.

"That...that was..amazing…" he pants, relaxing against the bed. So that was mating? Wow.

"Indeed. You were quick."

"Oh!" He perks up. "Uhm- I- sorry, I've never… I c-can help you if you want…"

Mobei-Jun chuckles, deep and amused. "I know."

They get rolled over, Shang Qinghua laying atop of the wide Naga. He blinks and sits up, hands finding purchase on Mobei-Jun's firm stomach. "Erm- what would you like me to do?"

Mobei-Jun arches an eyebrow and grabs Shang Qinghua's soft cock. "I need you to cum again. This little thing needs to produce more."

He squirms, trying to shy his hips away, but a broad hand grabs his waist, keeping him still easily. "My King, I don't think I can so soon," he tries, groaning as Mobei-Jun strokes the sensitive length, somehow coaxing it to hardness before Shang Qinghua's very eyes.

"That so? Look, then." Mobei-Jun smirks. Shang Qinghua stares with his mouth open in surprise. He knows his own body well enough to know that wasn't very possible.

"What?" He gasps as his hips are lifted, and the slit opens again, wide and hungry. He's sat back down, cock sliding home, right back into the tight, wet heat. He shivers and bites his lip, trying to withdraw, but he's kept pinned down, forced to stay. His thigh muscles pinch from where he has to spread his legs, flushed so tight that all he can see is his pubic hair, length completely vanished inside Mobei-Jun's body, which flutters and lunches, as though I was attempting to milk him.

"C-can't, my King, I can't," he half-sobs, the growing sensitivity almost too much.

"You will," Mobei-Jun grunts and forces Shang Qinghua to lift up and down, all by the will of his broad hands circling around his waist, fingers overlapping. Although he's the one fucking Mobei-Jun, he feels used, just like a dildo, and he can't help but moan and cum again. He trembles. "I- ahh… I did it, my King, so please…"

"Not enough," Mobei-Jun growls, the only warning before the pace quickens.

This time, he doesn't get released. Shang Qinghua cries out when he's forced to ride Mobei-Jun, little cock slipping in and out with ease, leaking and dripping white into the slit. "Wait- wait!" He digs his fingers into Mobei-Jun's sides, eyes rolling back as his cock seems to soften and then miraculously get hard again, as if it were at all possible.

His eyes roll back as pleasure starts to crest and boil under his skin like his own skin is on fire, and it feels like he's being made to cum over and over again.

"No, n-no, ah!" He sobs, losing strength in his arms and collapsing into Mobei-Jun's chest. He lays there, drooling with his wet eyes glazed over, as he's made to keep fucking down into the heat. "Too much… ah! Ngh! Nhh, Mo-mobei, too much, I can't…a-ah! Oh-oh fuck, I keep c-cumming, what is happening?"

"I said your body will prepare itself. It's done well, our bond is strong," Mobei-Jun rumbles, as though he can't feel the hot firm length pumping in and out of his body, filling him with seed. He very much can, but the length is so small, it feels more like a nice outer stimulation, not quite enough to do more than gently please. So, out of curiosity, Mobei-Jun's fall away from Shang Qinghua's waist, stopping the other's forced fucking. Shang Qinghua's moans long and hard as he gets released, and his wet cock leaves the tight sheath... Shang Qinghua makes a broken sob and shakily raises his hips, trying to thrust himself back into the hot opening again.

When he manages to find the slit, he thrusts in with a scream, tears of relief blinding his vision.

Mobei-Jun hums, pleased at the development and hugs Qinghua as he leans down so he can lick away the tears that have stained Shang Qinghua's face. "Qinghua is doing good. Once he's all empty, we can start properly."

The human is too far gone to comprehend that they've only just begun, too busy thrusting in and out of the only thing he's ever had the privilege of fucking. He keeps going, hips unable to stop until they're slapping hard and wet against scales and skin, balls drawn tight as he cums one last time, completely emptying everything into the tight heat. He collapses, breathing long and hard, his skin burning so bright with a sensitivity that when the slightest brush makes his half-hard cock twitch inside the hole and try to uselessly spurt, but unable to find anything to release.

Mobei-Jun sighs and lifts him up from under his arms. The cock slips out, soft and wet, coated in slick and cum. "That will do. You did good, Qinghua."

"I..did?" He mumbles, muscles shaking from exertion as he wraps around Mobei-Jun in a hug.

"Yes. You're nice and fertile…" Mobei-Jun's talons tickle along the back. "You pleased me."

"D-did my King cum?" He asks, even though he's scared of the answer.

"No, not yet."

"Oh," Shang Qinghua sags. "Then what should I…?"

"Nothing. I will take care of it," Mobei-Jun says with sincerity. "Qinghua is tired. He needs to relax for this."

"Okay," he sighs, in soft relief. "I really am tired."

"You may sleep if you wish."

"Okay…" he yawns, shuts his eyes, and sinks into the nice firm body of his mate, ignoring the way semen clings to his lower body.

He only has his eyes shut for a few seconds before they snap open. "Uhh. What is-" he doesn't have time to finish before he's pressed down and something large and tapered enters his ass.

He gasps and digs his fingers into the Naga's arms. "Mobei!"

"Shhh," the Naga says as he uses the hug to keep Shang Qinghua still. Mobei-Jun's cock, hard and long, starts to push into the tight give, which readily spreads itself.

"My King… Are you… inside me?" He asks, half-broken. Mobei-Jun growls and gives the first thrust, and Shang Qinghua tosses his head back, screaming as more gets buried inside of him. Already, it feels like too much, but his body is opening so readily, unable to tense enough to clamp down on the instruction. Even when he tried to flex his muscles it's of no use. "Impossible… take it out, I can't possibly..."

"Doesn't Qinghua want to make his mate cum?" Mobei-Jun slides out, halfway, voice light and teasing.

The human pauses. "I...do."

"Then my mate will be good and take it all."

"But, I'm not sure I can cum again-AH!" he yells as he's dropped down, speared completely on a long, hard Naga cock, which pulses in need inside of him. He feels his ass cheeks flush against the King's pelvis, right where he was burying his own penis minutes ago.

Mobei-Jun releases him so Shang Qinghua can sit back. He looks down, feels more than sees the pulsing wet cock inside of him, and wonders how come it wasn't hurting as much as it should. Was this what Mobei-Jun meant when he said his body prepared itself? First the endless orgasm, and now the strange lack of pain from getting fucked?

"It's this supposed to hurt?" He asks tentatively and gives a shy roll of his hips, testing the feeling. He blinks when he feels it expand and reach deeper inside. The cock seems to grow, getting longer, inch by inch. And with each passing second, he feels more pressure spread him open, a slight pinch coming. "Stop getting bigger!" He groans, squeezing his eyes shut as it settled too deep, making his insides tremble at the stretch. He's starting to feel overwhelmed.

"Qinghua is perfect for mating now, after waiting so long. His body has been changed so he can handle this King's mating." Mobei-Jun says, his voice slightly breathless. Shang Qinghua looks up, finds the other's eyes lidded and a blue flush spread down to his neck.

He really wants to…

He leans up, some of the silky length sliding out. He moans, far too sensitive and out of sorts to be moving, but — He presses a clumsy kiss against Mobei-Jun's lips.

The other stiffens and makes a confused noise, lips tight and still. Shang Qinghua huffs, "My King, kiss me back,"

"Kiss?"

He laughs, tired, "Yes, like this. Muah!" He smacks against Mobei-Jun. The Naga arches a brow in confusion, unimpressed.

"... Qinghua enjoys doing this?"

"It's a human thing. It's to show affection, but uh, yeah, I do like kissing."

"Alright." Mobei-Jun awkwardly tilts his head and goes the gentlest, chaste kiss, barely touching. Shang Qinghua laughs and holds Mobei-Jun's jaw. "Like this," he murmurs before pressing in harder, parting his lips enough to slide his tongue teasingly through.

Mobei-Jun parts his lips enough to clumsily press in, tongue flicking out. Like all things, he absorbs the motions, turning forceful as he leans forward and let's his pointed tongue flick out against the skin.

Shang Qinghua gasps, allowing a long, demon tongue to slide past his lips and lick into his mouth. He shuts his eyes as he's crowded, hands finding his thighs and bears him down, pressing him flush against hips once more. He moans as he's filled in two ways — a serpentine tongue sliding and filling his mouth, wet and distracting, and an impressive girth that seems to get longer and hotter.

Finally, they separate with Shang Qinghua panting and trembling, unable to withhold his whimper. "C-can my King come soon?" He asks, trying to rock his hips along the heavy length. "I'm tired."

"Qinghua wants to be impatient?" Mobei-Jun says, but his eyes are hungry as they soak up the vision of Qinghua trying to please him. "Fine, we can hurry it up."

Shang Qinghua gets lifted up and the cock falls away. He feels hollow and raw, and it's uncomfortable, almost to the point that he wants to beg for Mobei-Jun to slide back in and stay there, but he bites his lips to resist looking desperate.

Shang Qinghua gets turned, his back hitting Mobei-Jun's front as he's positioned up by large arms that hold his legs tight and press them to his chest.

Shang Qinghua makes the mistake of looking down.

He screams, locking up and trying to scramble up. "Mobei! There's two! You- there's two of them!"

Mobei-Jun snorts. "Of course there's two."

"That's...are you… going to use both?" He asks shakily. Even the one that was just in him is terrifying; with it hanging below spread thighs, he feels nauseous. It's nearly the size of his forearm, long and tapered, but at least it's friendlier than its twin. The one that sits lower, proud and leaking, is much longer, and more consistent in girth. It's even got these strange bumps — lifting and then sinking, bulging like something was laying inside.

Palms smooth over his thighs and Mobei-Jun hooks his chin over Shang Qinghua's shoulder. "Don't worry, it will not hurt."

"You say that…"

"Did Qinghua not just take me, no problem? He's such a good mate, his body finally ready to properly fill up." Mobei-Jun slides a hand over his stomach, pressing down there. "Aren't you excited to take my brood?"

His brood? "What do you mea-AH!" he's lifted and then easily speared, cock finding itself deep inside once more. He hangs his head and moans, watching his dick try to get hard, despite there being no point. "Full…" he gasps. "Mobei-Jun has me full…"

The Naga hisses and starts to move him, lifting him up and down quickly, not even breaking a sweat as he bounces the human on his cock. Shang Qinghua feels helpless; his insides are being bullied, the tip sliding past his prostate at every thrust, making his half-hard cock bounce and dribble with something that looks thin and clear.

"Please...please," he begs, unsure if it's for mercy or more. Pleasure roars in his brain, and he cries as he lurches forward and feels it spike, tingling from skull to spine. "Uh! Aahhh- fuck, fuck… I can't…!"

He's fucked through his dry orgasm with little regard from the monster that seems keen on destroying his insides, whether he liked it or not. He sobs when the pace only quickens, pushing him beyond his limit, and he wishes it would end soon. "Fuck me with...the other one… Hurry, hurry up," he begs, hoping what Mobei-Jun said earlier meant that it would end quicker.

"Qinghua believes he is ready?" Mobei-Jun asks in light surprise. Shang Qinghua nods because after all, any more will make him go insane, so he might as well try to hurry it up. "If my mate insists…"

He's lifted onto one arm, his knees clacking together as they bunch up against his body. After he's raised up, once again feeling empty, Mobei-Jun presses his two weeping lengths together.

The first to enter him is the long, bumpy one. The longer one breaches him, and he finds out the head is flared out and already dripping inside of him something slippery and thick, aiding the way. He's pushed down until the second cock meets its twin, kissing the rim with its thin head.

"Both?" He asks, dizzy. He feels his asshole stretch, and then, the sharp sting of pain as it expands around the second cock, which only gets thicker as he sinks down. He moans and writes, nails digging into Mobei-Jun's arms and leaving raised lines. "Too much! It's too much, please, oh fuck, wait, wait!"

"Shhh… doing such a good job. Such a good little mate…" Mobei-Jun says in slight awe. Shang Qinghua's legs get pried apart, revealing the heavy bulge right above the soft penis. Shang Qinghua is in disbelief, thinking that his organs are surely rearranged by now. "Ready for my eggs. I knew Qinghua would be the best the moment I had him."

"What? Did you say eggs?" He echoes, more tears coming to his eyes. "Hold on, that's impossible, I'm too small, there's no way!"

"Qinghua keeps saying no but his body is gripping me so tight and won't let go." Mobei-Jun chuckles as he moves Shang Qinghua into a pace, forcing the bulge to move up and down. "Ready?"

Shang Qinghua shakes his head, but he already feels it. He can feel the way the first cock shifts, the strange bumps moving, trying to push up. It goes and goes, expanding, until with a flood of warmth something hard hits the top and pushes through the slit and into his depths.

"One," Mobei-Jun moans, seeming to feel his own unique pleasure from expelling the heavy round egg in his mate's body. Shang Qinghua's head drops back and he stares at the ceiling, mouth open and panting as the egg settles in place, wedged along with the two monstrous appendages inside of him.

Shang Qinghua feels the second come up, just as eager as the first to be placed inside of him. He weeps as it pushes past the threshold and fits, nice and tight, against its sibling.

"How...how many…" he asks.

"A dozen or so."

"Nooo, they'll- that's too many, they'll fall out," he shakes his head, growing somewhat delirious.

"They won't all hatch, so it's best to carry as many as possible," Mobei-Jun says with a slow movement, jostling the two eggs about. They press against his walls, slipping and sliding with the thick liquid they came with. "Shang Qinghua will keep them in his womb until they're ready."

"Wo-womb-?!"

"Yes."

Is that what Mobei-Jun meant when he said he had been changed? Shang Qinghua glances down at his body in slight mortification, more tears bursting from his eyes. "It's- ah - I... I'll..." he squirms, making them both moan. "I guess I... have to carry Mobei's eggs then..."

The naga growls, pleased at his mate's full submission, and thrusts up harder with a wet noise. "Here is the next."

The third rises slower, and Shang Qinghua feels crazy when he says he can feel it rising into his body from the base of the egg sheath. It gets squeezed in uncomfortably tight.

"Hurrrts," he groans. Mobei-Jun shushes him gently. "Please, please just...do it faster I… I can't take it when it's taking this long…"

Mobei-Jun grunts and complies, solving the problem by placing Shang Qinghua face down, ass up, on the furs. He hunches over the other, large scaled arms bracketing the human body as gravity takes over and more eggs come to fill Mobei-Jun's length, replacing the first three.

They come faster, pushed in with enough force for pain and pleasure to mix into a confusing cocktail. With each one, Shang Qinghua screams into the fur, the heavy pressure never giving away. He loses count, blacking out each time he feels an egg slide past his prostate, making his body seize up and relax again. It's agonizing. It's wonderful. Shang Qinghus cums again, but it's just a flimsy fluid that drips down and wets the pelts, ruining them.

Finally, after a dozen or so eggs, there comes a heavy rush of fluid from the egg sheath. Shang Qinghua moans and his toes curl, the angry bumping of the eggs turning gentle as his dented tummy starts to turn from bumpy to smooth.

Mobei-Jun pants as the egg-laying cock seems to withdraw itself out of Shang Qinghua's hole and back into Mobei-Jun's body. Shang Qinghua could cry from relief.

"Finally..." He sighs into the furs, eyes closing as he relaxes. His body seems to stretch tight around the heavy batch of eggs inside of him, weighing him down.

Mobei-Jun lays there, still, before giving a tentative thrust. Shang Qinghua's entire body tightens, causing pain to rocket through him as heavy eggs press against the second, still-hard cock inside.

"Mobei!" He gasps as the demon starts to thrust, jostling the heavy load and eggs about. "Wait! You- you said- when you came-"

"I haven't cum," Mobei-Jun grinds out, fucking in harder, eager to release into Shang Qjnghua and finishing their mating.

"What?" Shang Qinghua groans, turning his head so he can look at the Naga behind him. "Then wh-what's inside of me?"

"Qinghua's seed." Mobei-Jun pants, pushing his weight on one hand so he can come to press over the human's growing stomach. "To fertilize the eggs… Qinghua will be good, provide strong heirs…"

"Oh- ohhh…" His eyes roll back, mouth falling slack as his stomach is massaged. It makes an egg sit snug on his bundle of nerves, which pulses so hard it makes him white out every few moments. He can't believe he's so full, all from Mobei-Jun's eggs and his own cum, the same cum he fucked into Mobei-Jun, until he was empty. But, at least, it was being put to good use.

"Mo...bei...hah… please….I- mm! I want you to come in me...on...on our eggs... In m-my womb."

A sharp hiss in his ears is his only warning before there's teeth sinking into the nape of his neck, keeping him still as a new flurry of thrusts come with a gush of cum that's so thick it feels like it would mold around the piercing cock and keep it there.

It fills him, wave after wave, until his legs give out completely, tummy pressing against the pelt, despite his best effort to keep himself aloft in fear of putting pressure on the eggs.

Mobei-Jun grabs him by his side and lifts him up, relieving the worry. His limbs hang uselessly as Mobei-Jun has his fill, cock finishing itself off with a twitch and slowly dragging out.

Shang Qinghua expects to feel a flood of cum trailing with it, but instead, his hole just sinks around where the cock used to be, still wide and gaping, but plugged up by something.

"Mmm… onto your side…" Mobei-Jun instructs him slowly, easing his body down. Shang Qinghua shuts his eyes with a pained groan as his bottom-heavy weight shifts.

He relaxes into the bedding, eyes fluttering as a tail starts winding around his legs, slowly trailing up, until he's being cradled in a familiar hold.

"Ahh... The eggs won't fall out?" He asks.

"No, my seed will keep it there for some time," Mobei-Jun says as he strokes the bump. "Don't worry, I will make sure they will be safe."

"Oh, okay." Shang Qinghua drifts, unable to stop himself from falling asleep.

Over the next few weeks, Shang Qinghua stays plugged and full. Not an egg slips out, all due to Mobei-Jun's attentive care. When the thick, moldable cum starts to soften and drip out, Mobei-Jun simply rolls Shang Qinghua to lay on his chest so he can fuck more into his mate's incubating body and keep him plugged up. Each time, Shang Qinghua shivers and cums, whether it's from the Naga's cock bumping and jostling the heavy eggs, or the firm hands stroking him, or a wet tongue, long and loving as it cleans him up.

It's strange, Shang Qinghua thinks. The knowledge that something is growing inside his body disturbs him. But the understanding that it's Mobei-Jun's eggs soothes the worry, because his mate has shown that he wants to keep Shang Qinghua nice and relaxed through the entire process.

Being pampered is nice, but it doesn't last forever.

After two weeks (as Mobei-Jun informs him; Shang Qinghua doesn't think of it as two weeks, too busy sleeping most of it away; he can't fathom the time) it comes time for the eggs to be released. Mobei-Jun had been antsy the entire time beforehand, tail anxiously twisting around Shang Qinghua while they waited for his body to soften and the eggs to start their path down.

Shang Qinghua lays back, pillowed against Mobei-Jun, as he feels the first egg slip. He gasps and holds Mobei-Jun's hand as it rolls over his insides, but slowly but surely, starts to break free. It stretches his hole wide and falls out with a soft, wet noise, hitting the pelt under them safely. His back arches as the flood of relief that comes with the pressure lessening, making his cock start to plump up.

"Oh, fuck," he groans as the second egg quickly replaces the place of the first and starts to push out. It falls too and Shang Qinghua moans as more cum drips, coating his thighs, slicking up the path for the rest.

Mobei-Jun does something similar to a purr as he comes to touch Shang Qinghua's heavy cock. "Look, all your hard work, paying off." Mobei-Jun comments, stroking, teasing the head with his claw and dipping it gently into the slit, just the way he's learned Shang Qinghua likes.

"Can you believe it?" Mobei-Jun says. "Soon, we'll have two, maybe three, little ones slithering around. And then, I can pump you full again, make sure you're ready for my next brood. It'll be bigger, too."

Shang Qinghua moans, tossing his head back. Eggs gather below him, but there is still a few who have yet to make their way out, buried too deep.

Mobei-Jun remedies that with a hand on his tummy, still full from their cum, and pushes down. Shang Qinghua screams as he releases, filling Mobei-Jun's hand.

He pants, eyes glazed over and distant, as Mobei-Jun coaxes the last eggs out and carefully moves them all to the side, where they will lay for a few weeks to cool and eventually hatch.

"Empty…" Shang Qinghua sighs at last. "Can you...fuck me again? Please?"

The Naga licks his lips. "As my mate commands."