Belial x Tang Jinqing ②
Tang Jinqing's gaze fell on Beria's face; the corners of his eyes were red, and his lips had a pitiful, vibrant color.
He reached out, grabbed the other person's wrist, and pulled them up.
"Who are you? Where did you come from?"
Belial raised a hand to wipe his face, sniffed, and recounted his experiences in fits and starts. As he spoke, his eyes reddened: "I can't even go back to hell now, it's so heartbreaking..."
Looking at his aggrieved appearance, Tang Jinqing couldn't possibly associate the word "demon" with him. What kind of demon would be tormented by humans to the point of crying and looking so pitiful?
He paused for a moment, comprehension of the other person's words, and confirmed, "You mean, as long as you inhale enough turbid erotic energy, you can recover and go home?"
Beria nodded quickly: "Yes!"
Tang Jinqing scanned him from head to toe, her eyes darkening: "Have you thought of a faster, more direct method?"
Beria was still sniffling when he heard this. He paused for a moment, then looked up at Tang Jinqing blankly: "A faster way?"
Tang Jinqing's gaze swept over his collarbone, then fell back to the corners of his reddened eyes, and her Adam's apple bobbed.
Tang Jinqing lowered her voice: "Since we're going to absorb the turbid energy of lust, why not just get it from the source? Wouldn't that be faster than waiting for someone to use a toy?"
Beria instantly understood what Tang Jinqing meant, but immediately shook his head: "No, no."
Although he is a demon, he has principles. He already has someone he likes, the Blood Demon Arthur. Although they haven't officially started a relationship yet, they have both expressed their feelings for each other. He wants to save his first time for Arthur.
Upon hearing this, Tang Jinqing's face instantly turned cold: "Oh, then forget it. Anyway, I'm not the one who can't return to hell by absorbing the turbid air."
Belial panicked instantly after Tang Jinqing's words. He bit his lower lip, and a struggle flashed quickly in his eyes. On one hand, he had to leave a bottom line for Arthur, and on the other hand, he had to find a chance to survive.
While he was struggling with the decision, the emptiness in his abdomen surged up again, so he had no choice but to say, "Alright then."
When Beria's back was pushed against the soft velvet of the sofa, he hadn't fully reacted yet. He only felt the force on his waist tighten a bit, and he was half-sunk into the cushion by Tang Jinqing.
He instinctively grabbed the other person's clothes, and the demon wings on his back quietly unfolded halfway, the dark red feathers trembling gently.
Tang Jinqing looked down at his tense yet obedient appearance, her breathing becoming heavier. Her lips brushed against his ear, her breath hot. "Relax, or how will you breathe in the stale air?"
Beria's eyelashes trembled violently. "I...I understand," he whispered, slowly loosening his grip on the hem of his clothes and tentatively raising his hand to gently place it on Tang Jinqing's shoulder.
Tang Jinqing's hand slowly moved up Belial's back, her fingertips tracing the soft flesh at the base of his wings.
That was the demon's most sensitive spot. Belial shuddered instantly, his small tail on his tailbone tightening around Belial's wrist. His voice trembled as he cried out, "Don't...don't touch there..."
Tang Jinqing was somewhat puzzled: "Aren't you a Yin Demon? Your wings tremble at the slightest touch; you don't seem like a Yin Demon at all."
Beria whispered, "I'm not an adult yet."
They are considered adults when they are two hundred years old, and he is only one hundred and ninety-eight years old now. Moreover, the clan rules stipulate that underage demons can only absorb the lustful energy of others and cannot do those things themselves.
He had originally planned to find Arthur when he came of age, but now...
As he thought about it, his nose started to sting. Was Arthur still waiting for him in hell? Did he think that something had already happened to him?
Lost in thought, he suddenly felt a light pinch on his side. The force was not strong, but it was enough to bring him back to his senses. He looked up sharply and met Tang Jinqing's cold and deep gaze.
"Focus."
"Oh well."
Tang Jinqing ran her fingertips across Belial's skin, and a pale pinkish-red tinge quickly rose to the surface where she touched it.
"Are demons this sensitive?" he chuckled.
Beria's breathing became erratic, his cheeks flushed, and tears welled up in his eyes again. He could clearly feel that wherever Tang Jinqing's hand touched, it felt like that place was on fire.
...
Beria's breathing slowed for a moment, followed by soft sobs.
Tang Jinqing found him too noisy, so she simply grabbed the back of his neck with one hand, forcing him to look up, and pressed her lips hard against his, silencing all of Belial's sobs.
Belial could taste the saltiness of his own tears and feel the surging desire within the other's body; his tail creased tightly around the other's waist.
Tang Jinqing noticed that faint red lines were slowly emerging beneath Beria's originally pale skin.
The patterns meandered and coiled like vines, converging from the waistline towards the center, finally coalescing into tiny flower-like shapes in the center of the lower abdomen. The patterns also shimmered, with pale golden light seeping out from the gaps, making Belial's pale skin appear exceptionally dazzling.
"This is..." He gently brushed his fingertips across the glowing patterns, and could clearly feel a warmth seeping into his palm through his fingers, causing Belial's body to heat up and his breathing to become more rapid.
Belial's cheeks were flushed, tears were still falling, but her voice was soft and slightly dazed: "It's...it's a Yin mark. It will appear if you absorb enough turbid air."
This was the first time a human had seen this thing, and he was a little embarrassed. He subconsciously tried to cover it up, but Tang Jinqing grabbed his wrists and pressed him down on either side of the sofa.
Tang Jinqing's gaze fell on the yin pattern, her Adam's apple bobbed, and her tone was playful: "How lewd."
For demons like them who live off the filth of lust, "licentiousness" is never a derogatory term, but rather an affirmation and praise of them.
Beria said earnestly, "Thank you."
After saying that, he secretly glanced at Tang Jinqing, and his little tail swayed gently.
It's clear that she was happy to be praised.
Tang Jinqing, seeing this, couldn't help but burst out laughing: "How silly."
Belial frowned. He wanted to retort, to say that he was not stupid at all. Among his peers in Hell, he was the quickest to find the place with the densest turbidity. He was clearly very smart.
Before he could even speak, Tang Jinqing had already kissed his genitals, and he whimpered, unable to utter a word.
After an unknown amount of time, when Belial had absorbed enough of Tang Jinqing's stagnant air and the yin lines on his lower abdomen had completely faded, he finally got up, supporting himself on the sofa.
He said to Tang Jinqing, "Thank you for today."
Tang Jinqing asked him, "Will you come back?"
Belial paused, deliberately raised his chin, his little tail swaying slightly, and gave a knowing smile: "If fate allows, we will meet again."
After saying that, he used his turbid energy to step into the teleportation array. The moment he passed through the teleportation array, Belial's mind was filled with the thought of seeing Arthur as soon as possible.
But as soon as he arrived at the familiar place, he froze on the spot, completely dumbfounded. Arthur was standing on a stone platform not far away, holding a strange demon in his arms.
Arthur saw him too, his eyes widening instantly, his voice filled with disbelief: "Belial? Weren't you dead?"
"I'm not dead!" Belial's eyes instantly reddened. "How long have I been gone? And you've already found someone else!"
"It's not what you think!" Arthur hurriedly pushed the demon away from his arms and strode towards him. "I thought you were killed by the angelic light, so... I really didn't mean to."
Belial took a step back, avoiding Arthur's outstretched hand, his voice nasal: "You think you can find someone else just because something happened to me?"
He was so heartbroken. Didn't she say she liked him?
As expected, the Blood Demon is unreliable!
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Belial was gone, leaving only a cup. Tang Jinqing no longer had the same thoughts as before, after all, she had already tasted a fresher flavor, one that carried the warmth of a demon.
He leaned back on the sofa, his mind blank, a strange emptiness settling over him. But then he laughed at himself for being sentimental; it was just a chance encounter where each got what they wanted. The devil got the turbid energy, and he got a fleeting thrill. What future would they have?
But he didn't expect that after turning off the lights at night and getting into bed, he would find that there was someone else inside.
He tensed instantly, countless possibilities flashing through his mind: a home invasion robbery? A revenge attack?
His hand had barely touched the bedside lamp when a pair of cool hands gently wrapped around his waist. Then, a familiar, tearful sob entered his ears: "Waaaaah..."
It was Beria's voice.
Tang Jinqing's movements suddenly stopped. The little demon has actually returned?
Belial sobbed, "No demon is a good person... Waaah... I never want to pledge my life to a demon again."
Recalling Beria's words about being forgotten on the battlefield by his people, Tang Jinqing quickly understood what had happened. He hugged Beria back and said, "How about we pledge our lives to each other?"
As he spoke, his fingertips lightly brushed against the soft fur at the tip of Beria's tail. The moment they touched, the person in his arms paused for a beat while sobbing.
The next second, the dark red little tail seemed to have a mind of its own and gently wrapped around his wrist.
“Okay.” Belial sold himself out almost without thinking.
Anyway, this human seems much more reliable than Arthur.
Moreover, it made him quite comfortable.
--over--
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