What is a devil to a godling but a sinner, a scourge condemned by the heavens, a being mangled of rot and waste, personified corruption of greed, of lust, of envy, of wrath, of gluttony, of pride, that of which confounds a mortal's fickle mind to lead them down the steep path to hell?
A barren wasteland deeming with torture and cries of anguished, belligerent wailings full of regret and hopelessness for a redemption their souls will never see.
Such an unholy hymn, a cacophony of the underworld conducted by one ruling figure, the overseer of the damned and the forgotten, the demon king Hua Cheng.
Accompanying the piece in recent times, a symphony created by nothing short but the most lewd of instruments imaginable; there the demon king sits, a beastly might of bulk and muscles and sharp claws at the end of his blackened tip of fingers, digging into pure white, tender skin marred red and purple, bitemarks stretching across the expanse of suppleness.
Sinking down and bouncing up with the help of his hands maintaining the balance, the demon king watches with fascination and wickedness at the sight before him.
His fully erect, ribbed cock swallowed deeply by the holy figure straddling him, the deliciously stretched cunt flushed and swollen, gushing with wetness that eases the friction.
Hua Cheng can't help but move a hand to the front of this godling's bulging stomach, and pressing down on it earns a sluttish mewl from the pretty thing's lips stained with drool.
"San… San Lang," the godling calls, and Hua Cheng answers with an affirmed hum. The same hand reaches for his smaller nape, pulling him down and closer and their lips meet.
Sloppy and messy, their kiss a clumsy one. "San Lang," the godling prettily utters another time and Hua Cheng smiles this time.
Full of warmth, full of possessiveness, to think he could pull something so holy and untouchable into the mud and dirtying him, defiling him? And to think, this being of holiness and righteousness, the stuff of divinity would willingly open his legs and welcome the seed of sin to be planted in his womb?
Well, the willingness in question didn't come as easily; Hua Cheng had to draw it out of the godling. The godling in question whose name is Xie Lian.
Darling of the heavens, most beloved by his peers, by the emperor ruling the skies, Jun Wu.
The three realms coexist in harmony and function on a mutual agreement altogether that the fear of punishment from sinning instils the purpose to worship and be filial to their gods—it has always been this way since time immemorial. When Hua Cheng ascended as the new demon king, nothing much changed and communication with Jun Wu focused on this arrangement.
Until of course, the ascension of one remarkable crown prince, the flower crowned martial god, the strongest of his generation and with the most promising future. Rumour has it that this little godling will take over as heavenly emperor in due time.
Whether Jun Wu was scheming for this or it was genuine for the new blood to replace him, Hua Cheng doesn't care about the politics lest it benefits him. Lest that pretty-faced godling appeared in his realm seeking trouble, demanding an audience with the demon king.
Hua Cheng remembers the day as if it was yesterday, this stunning, stubborn godling announced his presence for Hua Cheng to receive and host him. There was annoyance, there was consideration whether he should ruffle heaven's favourite feathers a little, see how entertaining the reaction will be.
Xie Lian was dressed in regal robes at their first meeting, his hair donned with peony flowers. Petals seem to appear conjure and trail after him as he walks, complimenting the well known moniker. Beautiful, prim and proper, and Hua Cheng thought at the time all he wanted to do was strip him bare and fuck the pretty thing until he forgets his own name.
Whether Xie Lian knew it or not, there was this type of allure to him; an innocence that begged to be ruined beyond recognition. The pink tinge to his luscious lips Hua Cheng wanted to see struggling to swallow his cock, the callous hands marred from years of swordsmanship attempting to wrap around his thick girth.
Almond shaped eyes and long lashes, Hua Cheng imagined it rimmed with tears, frowning and making an expression so wronged that he can't help but want to bully more.
What a wondrous sight, and Hua Cheng decided then and there he wanted to make the godling his.
It started with continuous teasing that got under Xie Lian's skin, it progressed to several rounds of sparring the godling requested to see how their might rivals against one another. They were equals at best and this occasion grew once, twice, thrice and Hua Cheng made it a point to ask if his highness is so bored in heaven that hell had become his new playground to frequently visit? And the demon king was his new playmate?
To which Xie Lian huffed but never denied, the unexpected answer was, "It's nicer being with San Lang," and, "Here, I don't have to worry about being heaven's favourite, his majesty's proud protege, the future emperor," with the words, 'I can be myself,' left unsaid but Hua Cheng was able to hear from the godling's woeful expression alone.
Who is Hua Cheng to not take his chance? Who is he if not a demon to entice Xie Lian with sweet talk and promises of splendour the longer he spends here, the freedom and relief it brings if Xie Lian simply lets go, if Xie Lian would agree to remain with this deplorable, detestable demon king.
"You're not… ah," a hitched gasp, a shudder across his lithe figure the more he leans into Hua Cheng. Hua Cheng was embracing the godling from behind at the time, marvelling over how small, how Xie Lian seemed to fit in his arms as if he was made rightly so for the beast to consume.
"San Lang isn't detestable," he remembers Xie Lian say, remembering every way the curve of his body moulded around his own, inclined into every touch, and the distinct wetness pooling on his large thigh. A pleasant, sweet smell emanated from it, a smell Hua Cheng became addicted to.
"San Lang isn't deplorable," Xie Lian told him, and Hua Cheng would've laughed, he must've, recalling the adorable pout Xie Lian directed at him.
"Even when I'm about to destroy you, his Highness doesn't find me deplorable?" He asked this for sure, and Xie Lian?
The godling turned to face Hua Cheng and wrapped his arms around the broad shoulders. Xie Lian, wonderfully benevolent, hot-headed yet sweet Xie Lian answered, "What if I want San Lang to destroy me?"
Their lips crashed together moments after, Hua Cheng made the first move. One thing led to another and they were transported to the sleeping chamber, Xie Lian laid on the mattress prettily, awaiting to be devoured and devour was what Hua Cheng did.
It wasn't a mere single night of coupling either, oh no, Hua Cheng kept the godling in his bed for seven nights in a row and sullied every inch of him from inside out. Xie Lian was reduced to nothing but a cock addict slut, ravaged from the demon king's seed and in the process birthed a mark of bond, a bond to the wretched fiend that tattooed the skin below his stomach where his womb lay.
The womb tattoo was an intricate butterfly pattern in red ink, glowing for this set of significant reactions including arousal in a light shade of crimson. Should the seed finally take, the vermilion hue will be dark and time and time again Hua Cheng still pours effort into the attempts to achieve this result.
Heaven was devastated, Jun Wu was so enraged after a month long disappearance and countless inquiries demanding the demon king for answers, Hua Cheng at long last answered the calls that beckoned him. He answered them, much to their disbelief and sheer horror, their beloved flower crowned martial god has been made into his consort, to be crowned demon queen after the marriage.
At the present, court proceedings have ended and it leaves both Hua Cheng and his beauteous consort alone. Xie Lian joined him moments earlier and occupied Hua Cheng's laps for the good remainder of talks Hua Cheng did not pay an ounce of attention to, busier groping his consort's lean waist, trailing down his fat thigh.
Somewhere along the way the same hand was wedged between Xie Lian's legs to find his naughty consort was already wet, sparking hunger within Hua Cheng he knew the rest of the demon ministers picked up on. This was why they cleared out thus to leave his majesty be, to not sully the kind of atmosphere beginning to take form, closing the towering, oaky doors as the consort was heard letting out a moan so sinful and, "San Lang… hurry."
"Look at you," Hua Cheng growls, "Just look at you," punctuated with a harder thrust, jolting Xie Lian's body forward. Hard, perky nipples reddened from his teasing earlier rubs against a pair of solid pecs, and Hua Cheng brings a hand up, tugging on one of the buds.
"Have I been such a terrible husband to neglect my consort so? Why else would you show up the way you are, barely covered in that sheer robe, hmm?" Said sheer robe was sadly ripped to shreds from Hua Cheng's impatience. His consort was only left in delicate silver jewellery and chains, producing a harmony of jingling from every move of riding his San Lang's cock.
"N-No," Xie Lian barely gets the word out in his deliriousness, confounded by the overwhelming pleasure. The ribbed texture of the throbbing cock fucking into him was as delicious as it was toe-jerkingly mind numbing. He feels the bulbous tip nudging his cervix in a painfully delightful way; it's becoming addicting, and he places his hand on the swell at his stomach.
Pressing down on it sends another electrifying sensation and Xie Lian's eyes roll over in the momentary bliss, with drool spilling further and coating his chin. "Couldn't… ah, help myself," he says. "Woke up feeling empty, empty right here." He repeats the same action as earlier, "I knew I had to see my husband immediately, my San Lang."
Xie Lian raises his hips and lowers himself, swallowing the cock inside again and relishes this for the next several attempts, hands on Hua Cheng's shoulders to propel him. "Really wanted to feel you again, wanted you inside me, fucking me, Wanted to feel full again."
"It was San Lang who made me like this," Xie Lian adds, with a petulant sounding whine no less and, "San Lang ruined me…"
That was it for Hua Cheng, gripping the small waist and pulling Xie Lian up. He turns the godling around for his back to lean against him, hands grasping his inner thighs and spreading him wider. Had the demons remain, what a sight they would be rewarded with. The darling of the heavens, the flower crowned martial god being fucked open on the demon king's throne, the wail Xie Lian lets out when Hua Cheng thrusted in one go, tears streaming down his cheeks, creating an even lewder, blasphemous image.
Xie Lian was going mad, impaled continuously by the demon king's cock and what's more, this position made it so Xie Lian was taking him in deeper than before and he's sure he feels it at the back of his throat. A clawed hand cups his jaw, the other thumbing and teasing his red, angry clit that dwindles his coherency that the noises he made were but a series of babbles and broken off cries in the frenzied pleasure.
Skin slapping skin, Xie Lian's juicy asscheeks smacking into Hua Cheng's balls, his slick coming in waves and creating an even wetter, sloppier mess. Xie Lian's spine arches beautifully, pussy clenching down at every hit the bundle of nerves receives that sends tingling shockwaves across his nerves, Too much, overwhelming, all encompassing until his rationality snaps the instance his orgasm came in the most intense, bone rattling way. His vision blanks out, Xie Lian doesn't see anything, doesn't hear anything.
If he could, he'd see his release splattering onto the gilded floor below the throne seat, he'd hear Hua Cheng's degrading taunts, the manner of his animalistic fucking not ceasing, into the limp body of his beloved consort. "Made you like this, made you into my perfect cumdump, my little bed warmer?"
"I said it from the beginning," he licks into Xie Lian's ear, nibbling on the soft lobe, "I wanted to destroy you, your highness, my highness." His forked tongue licks further inside and the trembling figure in his hold continues to spasm, "I simply did what I said I would."
A deep, beastly growl roils from his throat, his mouth moves down to latch onto the expanse of the soft neck. Xie Lian's head lolls aside immediately, as if knowing even without the presence of his consciousness. Hua Cheng punctured the flesh with his fangs and it draws blood, blood he greedily laps every drop of like a starved beast malnourished for weeks on without a single meal.
His arms return to Xie Lian's inner thighs and secures them in place with a vice grip. He brings the full weight of his consort's body down onto his final thrust and the next second, the base of his cock expands, latching around the rims of the abused, overused cunt.
This brings Xie Lian out from his daze, breaking into a soft sob as ropes of cum flood his insides and his womb tries to accommodate the sheer amount stuffing him full, fuller than he's ever felt. Xie Lian attempts to grind his hips pathetically to milk every vestige of San Lang's knot, and the demon king groans in response.
Hua Cheng licks the fresh wound that's since ceased from bleeding, catching his breath as they're locked in place and he feels gentle fingers threading into his hair. He turns his head, kissing Xie Lian's temple and he can tell the godling is smiling.
A dopey, cock-drunk smile accompanies his hoarse voice, "Thank you," he says, "San Lang, ah," he swears he's becoming bloated, Hua Cheng loosens his hold and the pair of shaky legs hook over his own, Xie Lian can see his distended abdomen.
He's so, so full, so sated, so warm. His hand cradles the bump and Hua Cheng intertwines their fingers together, and Xie Lian can't help asking, "Do you think it'll finally take this time, San Lang? What kind of consort am I if I fail to provide his majesty heirs?"
"All the more reason for me to keep breeding you as many times as it takes," Hua Cheng responds, nosing into Xie Lian's hair and taking a deep breath. "Besides," he lifts their hands together to reveal the womb tattoo and to Xie Lian's astonishment, the colour has changed, to that of a darker shade. "We have our answer now."