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Tianlang-Jun was feeling a bit helpless. The beauty before him was holding a cultivator sword to his throat, but he had no idea why. The beauty glared at him with sharp dark eyes, his brow creased, and his long silky hair flowing freely. He reminded Tianlang-Jun of an angry cat. It was too cute. The demon could easily imagine a pair of fluffy white ears pinned back.
“Fucking demon, what is the antidote?” The man demanded again. Right, he had been poisoned by one of these big blooming flowers. Really a shame. It did make his lovely pale skin flush a pretty pink. It had also destroyed a good chunk of his robes leaving much more to admire.
“This lord doesn't know.” Tianlang-Jun shrugged, “He's immune to all poisons and venoms.” Heavenly Demon perk. He openly gazed at this pretty cultivator, trailing from his delicate narrow shoulders, his boney hips, and long thin legs. He looked like the dancers Tianlang-Jun had seen, wearing gauzy silks and golden bells. He had a feeling this cultivator would be heartbreaking with a few golden chains looped around that grabbable waist. If only that little loin cloth had been destroyed too.
“Liar!” The cultivator snarled, pressing his blade harder to Tianlang-Jun's throat. The demon emperor chuckled, “It's true. I can even cure you, but I'm not sure master cultivator will like it. Not that he has much time to find a better solution.” The man hesitated, his eyes going wide for just a second. How cute.
“What is it?” The cultivator cautiously asked. Gods, Tianlang-Jun wanted him. He cleared his throat, glancing down his own front. “Blood or seed would work.” He then winked letting his Mark of Sin reveal itself.
The cultivator's face turned bright red as he sputtered and huffed. “Disgusting!” He snapped, but his eyes stayed on Tianlang-Jun's brow. He knew what it meant. Tianlang-Jun could see the recognition, the debate.
“You don't have much time.” Tianlang-Jun reminded him. The cultivator couldn't look at him, but Tianlang-Jun could see the stiffness under his skin. He was in pain, and it was only getting worse.
Tianlang-Jun felt something was off. He was more than just embarrassed at getting caught in a sex trap. In his sleeve he found the little item and dropped it.
It went off like a bomb, flooding the area with smoke. Tianlang-Jun had made a decision. The cultivator coughed stumbling back trying to reach clear air. Instead just breathing more.
Tianlang-Jun stepped forward, knocking the sword to the side and reaching for the cultivator's face. As expected the little spit fire didn't hesitate. He bit down as hard as he could. If Tianlang-Jun had been human he would have lost a good chunk of his hand. As it stood he allowed the skin to break and blood poured into the little cultivator's mouth.
Before he could pull away, Tianlang-Jun already had his other hand in the young man’s hair, holding him in place and guiding his back. “There we go, just like that.” He coaxed, “Good boy, just swallow. Yes, just like that. Such a good job.” As soon as his blood was in the cultivator's system it went to work clearing out the poison. Just in time too. The poison was much further along than Tianlang-Jun had realized. The problem being the little cultivator was building palaces on sand.
He did a search through his system and found many peculiar things. Injuries, old and new, meridians so twisted they were strangled, and even demonic qi rotting away the man's core. He was more of a pile of broken bones and shredded organs in a human skin. The poor thing.
Tianlang-Jun made up his mind as he released the little cultivator. Whoever was taking care of him clearly wasn't doing it right. He watched the man stumble back gagging. His face was so flushed and scrunched up. How cute. Really, with a bit of care and training this darling doll would make a perfect pet.
Tears had formed in the little cultivator's eyes. Tianlang-Jun knelt in front of him, smiling gently. “How about that? Far from healed though. I'm afraid it will take some time to fully put this puzzle together.” The poor thing clearly didn’t know what this demon was talking about. With just a thought Tianlang-Jun's blood swooped in and rendered the man unconscious.
The heavenly demon had to be careful, folding the man's thin limbs into a tight fetal position. All so he could fit him in a spacial bag. Like a toy he had picked up at a market, he tucked the human way in his pocket. He would play with it later. First he wanted to go to an actual market to get some things.
Tianlang-Jun had a plan, a good plan. He laid the human on his bed and simply broke down his cultivation. It wasn't hard, he just had to be careful not to do any more damage. Then he carefully untangled all the meridians. Easy peasy! It was almost like a puzzle at times. Finally he extracted the demonic corruption and put all the little cultivator's energy into healing all the damage that had been done. Really was that such a big deal? This poor little guy was in such a state and all it took was a little time love and care.
There were of course side effects. Nothing to concerning though. Just full memory eraser and the loss of a lifetime of cultivation. Tianlang-Jun didn't think that was so bad. He was actually able to use the golden core the little cultivator had to reestablish some of his foundation, stronger and denser than the old one of course. It would be much easier to build off of. He went ahead and put the core of a divine beast in as well. That way the human didn't have to worry about aging and could take his time.
Then it was time for his preferences. These took much longer as he was quite picky when it came to his personal pets. Eventually though he was setting the little former cultivator in a pretty gold pet cage, lined with soft bedding. He would let it sleep a bit longer, make sure all the changes would remain permanent, then finally it could come out and learn about its new life.
He woke up in a haze, like swimming through wet cotton trying to make sense of everything. He first tried to reference his memories, only to find nothing. He could feel his limbs, hands, arms, legs, and a tail. Nothing hurt or seemed to be missing.
It wasn’t uncomfortable, the pillow he was laying on was soft. The light blanket, it might have been draped over him but was now rumbled around his waist, was smooth silk. He could feel the dappling of sunlight on his skin. It was warm and comfortable, which made it nearly impossible to move.
He couldn’t remember anything. Not even a name. Shouldn't that be scary? He should be terrified. He wasn't though, like something was suppressing the feeling. His mind was at war with itselves. So much so he couldn't keep pretending to sleep any longer.
One eye lazily opened and was met with an imperial bed chamber. That was the only way to describe the luxury surrounding him.
He was in a cage sitting in a beam of sunlight. The cage was pretty. Made of woven gold imitating vines with leaves making a loose den. It was still a cage though. Reaching out with one hand he pushed at the door. Sealed shut, and he couldn't see any obvious locks. Probably qi was needed.
In just the time since he'd woken up, he noticed something odd happening to him. His thighs were getting sticky and wet, and something…unfamiliar felt swollen. He recognized the building heat in his abdomen as lust, it was just his physical reaction that made him pause. As he reached down to see what was going on, he hesitated. A feeling of disgust and shame twisted in his gut making him feel nauseous. He did want to look at It, didn't want to acknowledge It. He had to though.
The blanket pulled away and It wasn't there. He blinked in surprise and relief. All the negative twist just, went away. He carefully ran his finger down his stomach and lower. The hair was dark and soft, as he slipped further down his finger tips dipped into wet folds. Those folds were swelling, flowering open with need as his lust grew.
Well, He wasn’t a he. Fingers exploring more it was very clear he was a she. Her touches, no matter what she did, felt feather light. She couldn't pleasure herself, only explore with unsatisfactory teasing. Her tail lashed in frustration as her need for more grew. She wanted to play with it though, to feel good. She felt like some vice had finally been released and she couldn’t even enjoy it. Her grumbling became more desperate. She tried her hands, the blanket, the bed, her tail, but nothing felt more than a light brush over the parts of her screaming for more. Tears were in her eyes, she was desperate.
She didn’t see someone enter, didn’t even notice them sit nearby to watch. She needed it, she felt like she was going to die unless she was able to find some relief. That's when a man's amused chuckle finally reached her. Her ears pinned back, tail puffed up, but she couldn't stop touching. “Oh, my poor poor kitty. Are you feeling needy again?” She could only growl, shame burning her.
She was so exposed, and caught doing THIS by a man no less. She felt nauseous and disgusted. Then, he opened the cage. “Well, come here Snowy. Master is here to help.” he clicked at her like she really was a cat. Her immediate reaction was anger, hissing at him.
The man was handsome, in a sharp kind of way. His hair was long, dark, and curling. His eyes were red, glowing demonicly while the crimson mark on his forehead told of his bloodline.
She knew she wouldn't be able to leave a scratch on him, yet she still bared her teeth. The man only chuckled and reached in, petting her head and rubbing her ears. “Must we do this every time, sweet Snowy. You know only Master can help douse that fire.” His hands were gentle yet skilled. The touch to her ears was delightful and her growls dissipated into purring. “There’s my good girl.”
Getting out of the cage meant crawling. She would have to stop touching herself for that. With a pathetic whimper that made her skin crawl she realized she couldn't. She looked to the man, pleading, a few tears escaping.
He cooed, “Oh my poor darling. It's okay. I've got you.” He grabbed the edge of the bed, sliding it out of the cage until she was free enough for him to scoop up. Cradled in his lap she didn’t feel like she had been removed from a cage. “My sweet Snowy girl, I need to see. We need to make sure you haven’t hurt yourself again.” As if her strength was nothing he pulled her hands away, wrist clasped in one large palm and pressed to her chest. Her thighs trembled as he eased them apart.
A man was touching her. She was going to be sick. Then, his fingers brushed over her folds and electricity shot through her. Unable to control herself, her hips bucked up, a wanton moan escaped her lips. “I know Snowy, my sweet girl. Hold on. Poor thing, so swollen and wet. I've got you.” His fingers were light but they were so much MORE than she had been able to give herself. Her hips rolled and she mewled pathetically, wanting every touch.
His fingers ran around the edges of her hole, dipping in and out teasingly. His smirk widened into a grin as she thrashed and cried. “Snowy, look at me darling.” The poor overwhelmed cat forced her eyes open, tears spilling in streams. The man cooed, "Good girl. Don't look away, okay?”
She did her best. Blinking quickly trying to clear her vision but his thumb came down and rubbed exactly on her button. Her eyes shot wide and she choked. Her body curled in on itself as her stomach muscles tightened. The man was smiling so gently, “You're so cute, Snowy. Doing so good.” As if he wasn't aware of what his fingers were doing to her!
She was so close, just right on the edge of getting what she needed. Then like a monster he pulled his hand away. She keened, shaking and sobbing at the loss. “I know baby, I'm sorry. I'm going to make it better.” The bastard cooed while easily holding her as she thrashed.
He still easily sat her up to straddle his lap. “Now Snowy, I need you to listen. Master needs both his hands.” He held her wrist, guiding them to his shoulders. “Just hold on as tight as you can, okay? Don't worry, my sweet girl won't hurt me.” She immediately latched on with her claws, growling through her sniffling. “Good girl, just like that.”
She hated how the praise made her brain buzz with pleasure.
His hands slid down her sides to her hips. One returned to playing with her, his sliding fingers building her right back up to where she was before. “See, it's okay. Soon everything will make perfect sense.” He promised, but she wasn't really listening. She couldn't stop her hips from grinding down into his touch. She was vaguely aware his other hand wasn't touching her. Until something new was bumping against her folds.
She couldn't quite place it. “There we go, just keep looking at me. You're such a good girl.” His hand drifted down, and in her needy haze she chased it, lowering herself further. The tip of that length pushed inside her, the stretch was unfamiliar and strange. She could feel the shape of it, slowly filling her. It was so much, too much, she whimpered scared. It felt good. So good.
He wasn’t even using his fingers on her anymore. She bounced and rolled her hips, taking in more and more, bit by bit. She wanted it. Her grip on the man's shoulders was her anchor. His gentle smile and kind eyes the only thing she could look at. She needed all of him inside her. She didn't know what would happen if she managed it.
“Nice and slow. Just like that. My precious pet.” He kept guiding her, praising her. She felt it building inside her, her stomach tightening, her toes curling again. She was so close. Her tongue was out, she felt the drool dripping down her chin. “Everything will make sense soon. Just let go.” She believed him. She wanted it.
As she took the last of it, her thighs pressing to his hips, she felt it. Something clicked in her head, or maybe unclicked? It didn't matter. All that mattered was she was looking at master as pleasure wracked through her whole body. Her sounds were choked whines and moans. Everything felt good and foggy, but master was smiling at her telling her she was a good girl.
“Just like that. You're such a good kitty. My perfect Snowy. That's all you'll ever need to be now. Obedient and pretty. Such a lucky girl.” The demon emperor kissed her forehead, slowly rolling his hips, enjoying how she flexed and tightened around him. Her body was designed for his pleasure and he gladly took it. No need to rush it though, his pet was delicate. He had endless time to train her until she was strong enough to take his full force.
He gently fucked her through her first orgasim, then her second, third, fourth. By the time he was finally done with her she was limp on her back, eyes rolled and drooling. After that how could her poor mind be anything but a shattered mess.
Snowy woke up in her cage. The door was open but she made no move to get out, eyes scanning the room for Master. When she couldn't find him she pouted. As she shifted the bell on her new collar jingled. Her disappointment dissipated with it. Languid and pleased she rolled onto her back and slid her fingers between her legs. She still couldn't touch herself but the memories of last night made her squirm.
Master had been right. Everything made sense now. She was Snowy, his feline sex pet. She was always needy, but she was obedient and well behaved. Her past was irrelevant. All that mattered was pleasing her Master. She was happy and comfortable. What else could she possibly want?