Favored 2/4
Title: Favored 2/4
Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin/Xiah, Yunho/Heechul, Minho/Key (minor pairings: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Jaejoong, so many)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: As with most Gods, they do not belong to me and I only worship them.
Summary: Jaejoong must choose a suitor to sire another child. He choses a human and ends up getting more than expected.
Warning: incest, religious themes, horny Gods, demons, mpreg
A/N: I am blaming Changmin. He's the one that created Xiahism. As with most of my fics, I have no excuse for this.
The main pairing of this fic is Jaejoong/Changmin/Xiah. There is some Yunho/Jaejoong, enough of it that I'm tagging it as YunJae, but remember that it is not the main pairing.
There are so many smaller pairings, mostly implied in this fic. It is heavily labeled incest and mpreg.
Part 2:
Warning: incest, religious themes, horny Gods, demons, mpreg. The main pairing of this fic is Jaejoong/Changmin/Xiah. There is some Yunho/Jaejoong, but it is not the main pairing.
Jaejoong lived in a tower. The lower floors were for business such as his main hall and a dining room. A curved staircase spiraled up the middle of it. His personal rooms were at the top of this tower, giving him plenty of room to look upon his followers as he needed. Though usually his attention was on Xiah. His followers understood.
Jaejoong had three main rooms: one for his personal needs and sleeping, one for sex, and one for play. Each room encompassed an entire floor of his tower. He knew that they’d be using the one for play eventually, but for now, Jaejoong led him into the room that he built specifically for normal sex. It was the room with a large bed right in the center, four chaise lounges scattered around for variety, a longer couch against one wall. Mounds of pillows were flung everywhere, small just for comfort on the knees or head, and much larger to drape over while being taken from behind. The bed was white, and everything else were bursts of color.
Candles burned around the room, the scents of Cherry blossoms, Vanilla, and Poppy floating through the air.
“My Brother likes you,” Jaejoong said. “It has been quite a few hundred years since he has had a Prophet.”
“It is an honor.”
“So is fathering the child of a God.”
“I meant no disrespect.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Of course not. I have three rules for those who share my bed. The first rule is that Xiah is not a commodity. He is to be pleasured just as I am, and you are to pay attention to him as much as you pay attention to me”
“Yes, my Lord. Xiah is more beautiful than any of the images inside the Temple show.”
“They like to give him horns.”
Xiah giggled. “And a massive penis that drags on the ground.”
Jaejoong laughed. “How do they even think up such nonsense? The second rule is for your safety. You are allowed to tell me no. You are allowed to tell me what you do not want.”
“No bloodshed.”
Jaejoong pouted. “No fun. But we will honor that, won’t we Xiah?”
“Yes, Master. I will not bite him too hard.”
Jaejoong chuckled, finger trailing over Xiah’s mouth. He felt the pull of power and ignored it, letting Xiah feed. “Good. Anything else?”
“The rumors ... there are many rumors of your abilities to control people.”
“And you have seen first hand that they are not rumors. And all Gods can do that. But do not worry. I prefer that my bed partners be active participants. Well, maybe not if they are tied up. But unless you tell me to hold your erect cock in my power while I fuck myself upon it, then I will not do that. I do not do that. Anything else?”
“I am a warrior, not much else bothers me.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Very well. Rule number three. After you have successfully impregnated me, all of your seed, come, sperm, spunk, jizz, release, orgasm, whatever, will go to Xiah to feed him. He is a demon of Lust and feeds on the seed of my Lovers. You are allowed to deny him your release until he performs a task for you, but you are not allowed to deny him completely.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Ah, Changminnie, consider this rule number four, but we are about to roll around in each other for the next few years, I would prefer that you call me Jaejoong.”
“Yes, my J-Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong moved in close to him and put his arms up around his neck. “Possessive already. I like that. Kiss me.”
Changmin’s hands fluttered at his side and then were around his waist. Jaejoong had only a moment to appreciate the strong hold and the way his muscles shook against Jaejoong’s skin, and then he was being kissed. Not aggressively. Smoothly, perfectly with tongues dictating speed, but a touch of tongue and just enough teeth.
Jaejoong moaned. It was such a beautiful kiss. He hated to end it.
“Now, Xiah.” Jaejoong whispered, but did not release his hold around Changmin’s body.
Xiah moved in next to them, and Changmin turned his head enough to kiss the pretty demon. He kissed the way Jaejoong had taught him too, passive while letting the other be more aggressive. Given control, Xiah could lose control and feed too much.
Xiah’s fingers trailed down Changmin’s back and to his bare ass.
“That ...”
“Tickles?” Jaejoong whispered.
Changmin shook his head. “Almost. Tingly.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “Xiah feeds in three ways, Changminnie. Come, blood and essence. He is not allowed to feed while kissing because he could suck away all your soul if he was allowed. But with his fingers, he takes a little bit. He likes human essence because it is a rare treat. The only Gods he is allowed to freely feed from in this way are me and my Brother. Any others must give him permission, which he normally receives because no matter what they say, the Gods Love Xiah almost as much as I do. Isn’t that right, demon Love?”
Jaejoong rubbed his face and then pressed his lips to Xiah’s cheek.
“Yes, Master. But you’re talking too much.” He smirked at Changmin. “I’m hungry, Master.”
“Hmm, me too.” He tangled his hands in Changmin’s hair, pulling his mouth back for a short kiss. “Have you ever slept with a man?”
Changmin shook his head. “No, my Lor--”
Jaejoong pouted.
“Jaejoong. My ... Jaejoong. No. The priest was adamant that the sacrifice had to be a virgin.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “There is no way that I am going to believe you are a virgin. You are too delicious.”
Changmin smiled. “I have been with women before. I did not believe in the prophecy, remember? I lied to the priest.”
“As a God, I should not condone that, but I’m so very glad you did.”
“Still talking,” Xiah muttered.
Jaejoong laughed.
Changmin smiled. It was so beautiful. Beautiful enough to kiss. Jaejoong cupped his face and kissed him again, stronger, deeper than before. Changmin grunted, body shuddering, and Jaejoong did not have to look to confirm that Xiah had his hand upon Changmin’s long erection.
“On the bed, Changminnie,” Jaejoong said. “I prefer to do my feasting on a horizontal surface.”
Changmin took a step backward, not releasing his hold around Jaejoong’s waist. Jaejoong chuckled and let himself be led. The bed was the perfect height for Jaejoong to be on his knees and comfortably splayed over it and fucked from behind.
Changmin sat on the bed, his hands falling to Jaejoong’s thighs. His grip was firm, but not too tight, and he pulled Jaejoong close enough to press his face against Jaejoong’s stomach. He did not kiss or bite. He only breathed.
Jaejoong smiled and ran his hands through Changmin’s hair. “Are you nervous?”
“I want to please you, but I am uncertain ...”
Jaejoong tugged his hair, tilting his head back. “You already please me. If you didn’t, I would not have chosen you.”
“I feel very unworthy to be so intimate with a God. I am only a warrior.”
Jaejoong snorted. “But you still tried. You still did all you could to make me choose you. And it was all mostly a ruse too. I say that makes you even more worthy. Your devotion to my Brother is appealing, but I must ask that you now turn that devotion to me. To my body. To my pleasure.”
Changmin swallowed and nodded. “Of course. I ... I am only worried of my own abilities.”
Jaejoong kissed him. “Humans are always so self-conscious.” He lifted a hand to his shoulder and pulled at a single leather tie. The white robe slithered down his body, stopped only by Changmin’s arms. Xiah tugged at it, and Changmin adjusted so instead of cloth, his arms were on skin, and Jaejoong stood naked and erect before him.
“If you did not please me, I doubt that I would already be so eager to come.”
Changmin took a deep breath, and then kissed his skin, along his stomach. He tongued the piercing in his navel, the match of the one in Yunho’s nipple. Jaejoong had given it to himself the same wonderful lust filled night.
“You are the most beautiful God in all the heavens.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Don’t ever let Leeteuk the God of Beauty hear you say that.”
“Talk, talk, talk,” Xiah muttered.
Jaejoong laughed. He pressed one more kiss to Changmin’s lips and then crawled over the bed. “I hate courting ceremonies,” Jaejoong said with a sigh. “I wish I could just bend over and let the Gods have at me until I conceive. Doing it this way is such a tedious process.”
“You only hate them because you have to wear clothes, Master,” Xiah said.
Jaejoong stuck out his tongue. “Maybe. Speaking of clothes, take yours off.”
“Do you want me to dance?”
“Maybe next time.”
“Are you sure? I am not going to have clothes on to take off for at least five years,” Xiah said, fingers already working on the ties and knots.
“As it should be. Changminnie, come and suck on me for a moment.”
Changmin swallowed, but turned and crawled over the expanse of bed to Jaejoong lounging in the middle of his white blanket. “You will tell me how to please you.”
Jaejoong smiled and touched a finger to his lips. “Of course. Start slow, kisses, tongue, no teeth please.”
“No fun,” Xiah muttered.
Changmin touched him first, sliding his hands up Jaejoong’s thighs, from his knees. Outwardly he was mostly calm, but Jaejoong felt his trepidation. Normally, that would be enough to send the human home, but he had so much Courage. So much Strength. There was absolutely no way that a child from him would be anything but strong.
A single fingertip trailed up his erection, and Jaejoong sighed, eyes shutting, enjoying the innocent touch. He kept his eyes shut and just felt, holding his breath a little in anticipation. Fingers curled around the shaft, sliding up to the ridge. His thumb pressed against the slit, the entire grip tightening. Jaejoong sighed in appreciation.
The bed shifted, and warmth breathed against the head. Everything jerked: his cock, his stomach, even his knees. At the first touch of a tongue, right into the slit, Jaejoong whimpered.
“Too slow,” Xiah said.
“You shut up and put your mouth to a better use,” Jaejoong said and held out his hand. He snapped his fingers. Xiah moved to his side and touched lips to his fingertips, pulling a little of his power.
“Enough,” Jaejoong said. “You don’t get to feed again until I tell you to.”
“Yes, Master,” Xiah muttered, and then his mouth was on Jaejoong’s nipple, lapping at it first and then sucking it into his mouth.
Changmin mirrored him, licks to the top of his cock, and then sucking at the head.
One of Jaejoong’s hands found its way to Xiah’s head and the other tangled in Changmin’s hair. When Changmin let more of Jaejoong into his mouth, he moaned in appreciation and gasped out a command to suck. His body was warm, his skin already flushed. Being the God of Lust sure had its benefits.
Changmin tried for more, sliding his lips down the shaft. Jaejoong did not care to have a large dick himself. It was much easier for talented mouths like Xiah’s to deepthroat him. And like Changmin’s--he had his lips down at the base far sooner than Jaejoong had expected.
“Such a pretty mouth, Changmin. Plump lips, so warm.”
Changmin sped up, bobbing his head a bit faster.
The rituals before this, the ones used to make his body acceptable to conceive a child, took days, so in Jaejoong’s mind, it had been what felt like years without Xiah’s mouth, years without anyone’s mouth, so it was with no surprise that he was about to come just from Changmin’s tentative but determined ministrations.
Jaejoong pulled up on his hair, gasping his name, and then Xiah’s. His dick was not left alone for long, just long enough for Xiah to move and Changmin to follow Jaejoong’s pull. Changmin kissed him at the same time that Xiah swallowed him whole, all the way down. He moaned into Changmin’s mouth and came into Xiah’s, shuddering through what was going to be the beginning of a wonderful five years.
Xiah coaxed his orgasm for a little longer with soft teeth on the shaft and a tongue digging into his slit. Jaejoong allowed him to savor the flavor of his release.
When he could mostly breathe, he smiled up at Changmin. “Beautiful. So good with your mouth, Minnie-ah.”
“I am ... happy to ... I just ...”
“You’re glad you didn’t fuck up?”
Changmin flushed. “Yes, my Lo ... Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “You did not fuck up. But you need to fuck me. Xiah, supplies.”
Xiah looked at him and rested his cheek on Jaejoong’s stomach. He smiled, lazy and a little drunk off Jaejoong’s power. “Snuggles, Master.”
Jaejoong smiled and ran his finger over Xiah’s cheek. “Are you full already?”
“Human, God, so much energy today.”
Jaejoong chuckled and pushed at his head. “Where are the supplies?”
“Pick a drawer,” he said with a lazy yawn.
Jaejoong tittered at him. “Shame on you.”
“Make Changmin get it,” Xiah mumbled and turned his head so he was able to lap at Jaejoong’s navel piercing. Which Jaejoong Loved. Which Xiah knew Jaejoong Loved. Which Xiah did just to be able to stay where he was.
Jaejoong tried not to let him win.
He sighed. “Changmin, as Xiah said, pick a drawer.”
“What am I retrieving?”
“Oil. And a cockring for Xiah.”
Xiah grumbled, but did not verbally protest.
Changmin narrowed his eyes, and Jaejoong laughed.
“A cockring. Trust me, just open a drawer. Inside you’ll find pots of oil and a pile of rings. Grab one of each.”
Shrugging, Changmin rolled away from him.
Jaejoong smiled down at Xiah, fingers soft in his hair. In between licks, Xiah inhaled, stealing another small stream of Jaejoong’s energy. The tingles in his stomach were almost attached to his dick, so he did not stop the pretty demon, savoring the pleasure filling his erection.
Changmin returned, items in hand.
Jaejoong tugged at Xiah’s white hair. “Xiah, kneel.”
He whined, sucking at the piercing and pulling more energy from Jaejoong.
“Xiah,” Jaejoong warned.
Xiah pulled away and pouted, his lips pointed toward the piercing. With a huff, he pushed up and away, the fluid motion putting him on his knees. He sat back on his feet, hands on his thighs.
Jaejoong took the cockring from Changmin’s hand. It was a red one, just a plain band. Jaejoong rolled it down his erection. Once secured, Jaejoong traced the crown of his dick, letting energy flow into it. Xiah gasped, head tilting his back. His body shivered under the touch. His mouth opened, his tongue out. A pulse of precome slicked up Jaejoong’s finger and he licked it clean.
“Good boy,” he whispered and leaned forward for a kiss. “I know you hate them, but you know why.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Tell Changmin why.”
Xiah swallowed roughly. “Not ... cannot have a God-demon baby.”
“That sounds like it could be very bad,” Changmin said.
“Yes, Father isn’t sure it is even possible, but he is not allowing the risk. Xiah is not allowed to fuck me when I’m fertile. Xiah always wears a cockring when I’m fertile. He hates this almost as much as I do.”
“You do not like providing life?” Changmin said.
Jaejoong smiled. “I don’t mind it exactly, but I’ve had so many children over the eons that I have forgotten most of my other partners. Even with Yoochun, who is relatively young, I cannot remember his other Father. I always have to ask.”
Changmin bit his lip and said, “I almost did not come because the idea of being immortal is scary.”
Jaejoong laughed. “It can be rather dull at times, but I am one of the lucky few who has something to play with.” He tugged on Xiah’s erection. “You will make a very good Prophet, Changminnie. Yunho sees something special in you.”
Changmin shrugged. “I will do my best.”
“That’s all I want. Now.” He settled on his back and pulled Changmin on top of him, touching his lips for a moment. “You said you came prepared, so you know what follows?”
“Mostly, my Lor-Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Good. Mostly is better than not at all. Xiah will direct you as needed. The fertility spells on my body mess with my head and I fear I will be mostly useless when it comes to doing more than demanding to be fucked.”
After one more kiss, Jaejoong shifted up higher on the bed, a few firm pillows cushioning him. He spread his legs and bent his knees. Changmin moved with him, quick to support Jaejoong’s legs with his own. When they were almost pressed together, Changmin stopped.
Jaejoong grinned at him. “Get to work, my Lover.”
Xiah held out the pot of oil. It smelled of lemongrass and chamomile. Changmin dipped his fingers into it. He was still shaking, but Jaejoong felt it was more of anticipation than nerves. Good, progress.
“Being fertile makes him tighter than normal,” Xiah said, pout still firmly in place. “It is unfair that I am not allowed inside him.”
“There are plenty of others for you to pleasure, darling.”
Xiah scrunched up his face. “I know but they are not my Master.”
Changmin rubbed his fingers together while lowering his hand to Jaejoong’s body. Slick fingers slid over his erection and he sighed, eyes shutting. The touch continued over his balls and under his body. He lifted up just as Xiah said, “Scoot forward more. He has to be relaxed to be receptive.”
Changming obeyed, Jaejoong’s ass resting on his thighs, his knees hooked at Changmin’s elbows. His hand was still free to slip over the curve of his ass and press a finger into his body.
Xiah’s soft whispers disappeared beyond the haze in his brain. Life centered around the touch of fingers. This haziness was another reason he hated being fertile. His body knew what to do, but his mind did not always remember. The sensation would continue for a few months into their partnership. It would linger until he was pregnant.
Another finger pressed into him. A moan echoed through the room. His moan. And then another finger. He thrashed a little bit. His body wanted. His body craved. Lips touched his, a warmth like strong liquor. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled up at his pretty demon. His lips moved, a question. Jaejoong only smiled.
A whimper escaped when his body was empty of fingers, and his vision cleared, his mind wavered.
“--good?”
Jaejoong blinked and looked past Xiah to his handsome human. Hands, his own, touched strong arms and slid down to fingers. He gripped them tightly and nodded. “Just being ... touched ...” His words slurred. Maybe he did not even say them.
A wide pressure touched his opening, and his spine stiffened, his body shuddered. He felt the breach, focusing on the tightness and then being taken, touched, Loved. The warmth returned, his body sagged helplessly.
The firm grip on his hands kept him anchored.
The thrusts started slow. Tentative. Still firm. His moans grew and he pulled his hips up higher. A sweet voice he knew told him to relax, and he attempted to heed it, but each thrust into his body had tingles trailing down his skin. His body was a only a vessel for pleasure. While he was fertile, the pleasure was all he needed.
The thrusts sped up, just enough to have Jaejoong’s attention right back on the erection sliding into his body. The spells intensified the inner touches, and he felt it even in the deepest parts of him. He could visualize it, see it press through the muscles, over and over.
Coldness enveloped him for a moment and then the warmth of Xiah’s lips returned to the head of his cock, and Jaejoong moaned louder. Both hands pressed to his chest, the fingers tightening. With a moment of clarity, he followed strong tanned arms up to Changmin’s face.
Right. Changmin. So sexy. So human.
Jaejoong fell in Love a little bit. He would have begged for a kiss, but Changmin’s thrusts sped up and his body felt Changmin’s orgasm before his own crashed over him in a rush of heat. Everything disappeared but the feeling of being taken, thrusts and stretches. And then filled with Changmin’s release. Warmth and slickness.
Jaejoong’s body accepted the offering, going light and hot for a long moment. Everything turned white behind his eyes and then he was on the bed, his body cushioned by the blankets, pillows, and Changmin’s strong body. Xiah lapped at the release covering his body. There was a lot of it. Always a good sign when Jaejoong came that hard while being fucked so well.
Changmin was still inside Jaejoong, still moving, but the stoic calm on his face had been replaced with open-mouthed awe.
Jaejoong laughed in delight and this time was able to pull Changmin down for a kiss. Xiah pouted at being denied his treat and instead went behind them, licking up and around where Changmin was still nestled inside him.
“He tastes much better than the other one, Master.”
Jaejoong smiled into his mouth. “I bet he does. How are you feeling, Lover?”
“Wow,” Changmin whispered. “That was ...”
“Intense?” Xiah offered.
Changmin nodded. “More pleasure than I was expecting.”
Jaejoong ran his hands down Changmin’s back. “Perfect. So perfect. My body craves you, Loves you, needs you. I take a suitor for five years because it sometimes takes a long time for my body to even react, but you managed on the first try. Well done.”
“Does that mean you are pregnant already?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “Not yet, but perhaps sooner than expected. I have noticed while we talked that you do not need much recovery time. Go again?”
Changmin’s eyes shut and he nodded. “If it would please you, my Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Please me. Indeed.”
Part 3: Support
Part 1: Chosen
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin/Xiah, Yunho/Heechul, Minho/Key (minor pairings: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Jaejoong, so many)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: As with most Gods, they do not belong to me and I only worship them.
Summary: Jaejoong must choose a suitor to sire another child. He choses a human and ends up getting more than expected.
Warning: incest, religious themes, horny Gods, demons, mpreg
A/N: I am blaming Changmin. He's the one that created Xiahism. As with most of my fics, I have no excuse for this.
The main pairing of this fic is Jaejoong/Changmin/Xiah. There is some Yunho/Jaejoong, enough of it that I'm tagging it as YunJae, but remember that it is not the main pairing.
There are so many smaller pairings, mostly implied in this fic. It is heavily labeled incest and mpreg.
Part 2:
Warning: incest, religious themes, horny Gods, demons, mpreg. The main pairing of this fic is Jaejoong/Changmin/Xiah. There is some Yunho/Jaejoong, but it is not the main pairing.
Jaejoong lived in a tower. The lower floors were for business such as his main hall and a dining room. A curved staircase spiraled up the middle of it. His personal rooms were at the top of this tower, giving him plenty of room to look upon his followers as he needed. Though usually his attention was on Xiah. His followers understood.
Jaejoong had three main rooms: one for his personal needs and sleeping, one for sex, and one for play. Each room encompassed an entire floor of his tower. He knew that they’d be using the one for play eventually, but for now, Jaejoong led him into the room that he built specifically for normal sex. It was the room with a large bed right in the center, four chaise lounges scattered around for variety, a longer couch against one wall. Mounds of pillows were flung everywhere, small just for comfort on the knees or head, and much larger to drape over while being taken from behind. The bed was white, and everything else were bursts of color.
Candles burned around the room, the scents of Cherry blossoms, Vanilla, and Poppy floating through the air.
“My Brother likes you,” Jaejoong said. “It has been quite a few hundred years since he has had a Prophet.”
“It is an honor.”
“So is fathering the child of a God.”
“I meant no disrespect.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Of course not. I have three rules for those who share my bed. The first rule is that Xiah is not a commodity. He is to be pleasured just as I am, and you are to pay attention to him as much as you pay attention to me”
“Yes, my Lord. Xiah is more beautiful than any of the images inside the Temple show.”
“They like to give him horns.”
Xiah giggled. “And a massive penis that drags on the ground.”
Jaejoong laughed. “How do they even think up such nonsense? The second rule is for your safety. You are allowed to tell me no. You are allowed to tell me what you do not want.”
“No bloodshed.”
Jaejoong pouted. “No fun. But we will honor that, won’t we Xiah?”
“Yes, Master. I will not bite him too hard.”
Jaejoong chuckled, finger trailing over Xiah’s mouth. He felt the pull of power and ignored it, letting Xiah feed. “Good. Anything else?”
“The rumors ... there are many rumors of your abilities to control people.”
“And you have seen first hand that they are not rumors. And all Gods can do that. But do not worry. I prefer that my bed partners be active participants. Well, maybe not if they are tied up. But unless you tell me to hold your erect cock in my power while I fuck myself upon it, then I will not do that. I do not do that. Anything else?”
“I am a warrior, not much else bothers me.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Very well. Rule number three. After you have successfully impregnated me, all of your seed, come, sperm, spunk, jizz, release, orgasm, whatever, will go to Xiah to feed him. He is a demon of Lust and feeds on the seed of my Lovers. You are allowed to deny him your release until he performs a task for you, but you are not allowed to deny him completely.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Ah, Changminnie, consider this rule number four, but we are about to roll around in each other for the next few years, I would prefer that you call me Jaejoong.”
“Yes, my J-Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong moved in close to him and put his arms up around his neck. “Possessive already. I like that. Kiss me.”
Changmin’s hands fluttered at his side and then were around his waist. Jaejoong had only a moment to appreciate the strong hold and the way his muscles shook against Jaejoong’s skin, and then he was being kissed. Not aggressively. Smoothly, perfectly with tongues dictating speed, but a touch of tongue and just enough teeth.
Jaejoong moaned. It was such a beautiful kiss. He hated to end it.
“Now, Xiah.” Jaejoong whispered, but did not release his hold around Changmin’s body.
Xiah moved in next to them, and Changmin turned his head enough to kiss the pretty demon. He kissed the way Jaejoong had taught him too, passive while letting the other be more aggressive. Given control, Xiah could lose control and feed too much.
Xiah’s fingers trailed down Changmin’s back and to his bare ass.
“That ...”
“Tickles?” Jaejoong whispered.
Changmin shook his head. “Almost. Tingly.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “Xiah feeds in three ways, Changminnie. Come, blood and essence. He is not allowed to feed while kissing because he could suck away all your soul if he was allowed. But with his fingers, he takes a little bit. He likes human essence because it is a rare treat. The only Gods he is allowed to freely feed from in this way are me and my Brother. Any others must give him permission, which he normally receives because no matter what they say, the Gods Love Xiah almost as much as I do. Isn’t that right, demon Love?”
Jaejoong rubbed his face and then pressed his lips to Xiah’s cheek.
“Yes, Master. But you’re talking too much.” He smirked at Changmin. “I’m hungry, Master.”
“Hmm, me too.” He tangled his hands in Changmin’s hair, pulling his mouth back for a short kiss. “Have you ever slept with a man?”
Changmin shook his head. “No, my Lor--”
Jaejoong pouted.
“Jaejoong. My ... Jaejoong. No. The priest was adamant that the sacrifice had to be a virgin.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “There is no way that I am going to believe you are a virgin. You are too delicious.”
Changmin smiled. “I have been with women before. I did not believe in the prophecy, remember? I lied to the priest.”
“As a God, I should not condone that, but I’m so very glad you did.”
“Still talking,” Xiah muttered.
Jaejoong laughed.
Changmin smiled. It was so beautiful. Beautiful enough to kiss. Jaejoong cupped his face and kissed him again, stronger, deeper than before. Changmin grunted, body shuddering, and Jaejoong did not have to look to confirm that Xiah had his hand upon Changmin’s long erection.
“On the bed, Changminnie,” Jaejoong said. “I prefer to do my feasting on a horizontal surface.”
Changmin took a step backward, not releasing his hold around Jaejoong’s waist. Jaejoong chuckled and let himself be led. The bed was the perfect height for Jaejoong to be on his knees and comfortably splayed over it and fucked from behind.
Changmin sat on the bed, his hands falling to Jaejoong’s thighs. His grip was firm, but not too tight, and he pulled Jaejoong close enough to press his face against Jaejoong’s stomach. He did not kiss or bite. He only breathed.
Jaejoong smiled and ran his hands through Changmin’s hair. “Are you nervous?”
“I want to please you, but I am uncertain ...”
Jaejoong tugged his hair, tilting his head back. “You already please me. If you didn’t, I would not have chosen you.”
“I feel very unworthy to be so intimate with a God. I am only a warrior.”
Jaejoong snorted. “But you still tried. You still did all you could to make me choose you. And it was all mostly a ruse too. I say that makes you even more worthy. Your devotion to my Brother is appealing, but I must ask that you now turn that devotion to me. To my body. To my pleasure.”
Changmin swallowed and nodded. “Of course. I ... I am only worried of my own abilities.”
Jaejoong kissed him. “Humans are always so self-conscious.” He lifted a hand to his shoulder and pulled at a single leather tie. The white robe slithered down his body, stopped only by Changmin’s arms. Xiah tugged at it, and Changmin adjusted so instead of cloth, his arms were on skin, and Jaejoong stood naked and erect before him.
“If you did not please me, I doubt that I would already be so eager to come.”
Changmin took a deep breath, and then kissed his skin, along his stomach. He tongued the piercing in his navel, the match of the one in Yunho’s nipple. Jaejoong had given it to himself the same wonderful lust filled night.
“You are the most beautiful God in all the heavens.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Don’t ever let Leeteuk the God of Beauty hear you say that.”
“Talk, talk, talk,” Xiah muttered.
Jaejoong laughed. He pressed one more kiss to Changmin’s lips and then crawled over the bed. “I hate courting ceremonies,” Jaejoong said with a sigh. “I wish I could just bend over and let the Gods have at me until I conceive. Doing it this way is such a tedious process.”
“You only hate them because you have to wear clothes, Master,” Xiah said.
Jaejoong stuck out his tongue. “Maybe. Speaking of clothes, take yours off.”
“Do you want me to dance?”
“Maybe next time.”
“Are you sure? I am not going to have clothes on to take off for at least five years,” Xiah said, fingers already working on the ties and knots.
“As it should be. Changminnie, come and suck on me for a moment.”
Changmin swallowed, but turned and crawled over the expanse of bed to Jaejoong lounging in the middle of his white blanket. “You will tell me how to please you.”
Jaejoong smiled and touched a finger to his lips. “Of course. Start slow, kisses, tongue, no teeth please.”
“No fun,” Xiah muttered.
Changmin touched him first, sliding his hands up Jaejoong’s thighs, from his knees. Outwardly he was mostly calm, but Jaejoong felt his trepidation. Normally, that would be enough to send the human home, but he had so much Courage. So much Strength. There was absolutely no way that a child from him would be anything but strong.
A single fingertip trailed up his erection, and Jaejoong sighed, eyes shutting, enjoying the innocent touch. He kept his eyes shut and just felt, holding his breath a little in anticipation. Fingers curled around the shaft, sliding up to the ridge. His thumb pressed against the slit, the entire grip tightening. Jaejoong sighed in appreciation.
The bed shifted, and warmth breathed against the head. Everything jerked: his cock, his stomach, even his knees. At the first touch of a tongue, right into the slit, Jaejoong whimpered.
“Too slow,” Xiah said.
“You shut up and put your mouth to a better use,” Jaejoong said and held out his hand. He snapped his fingers. Xiah moved to his side and touched lips to his fingertips, pulling a little of his power.
“Enough,” Jaejoong said. “You don’t get to feed again until I tell you to.”
“Yes, Master,” Xiah muttered, and then his mouth was on Jaejoong’s nipple, lapping at it first and then sucking it into his mouth.
Changmin mirrored him, licks to the top of his cock, and then sucking at the head.
One of Jaejoong’s hands found its way to Xiah’s head and the other tangled in Changmin’s hair. When Changmin let more of Jaejoong into his mouth, he moaned in appreciation and gasped out a command to suck. His body was warm, his skin already flushed. Being the God of Lust sure had its benefits.
Changmin tried for more, sliding his lips down the shaft. Jaejoong did not care to have a large dick himself. It was much easier for talented mouths like Xiah’s to deepthroat him. And like Changmin’s--he had his lips down at the base far sooner than Jaejoong had expected.
“Such a pretty mouth, Changmin. Plump lips, so warm.”
Changmin sped up, bobbing his head a bit faster.
The rituals before this, the ones used to make his body acceptable to conceive a child, took days, so in Jaejoong’s mind, it had been what felt like years without Xiah’s mouth, years without anyone’s mouth, so it was with no surprise that he was about to come just from Changmin’s tentative but determined ministrations.
Jaejoong pulled up on his hair, gasping his name, and then Xiah’s. His dick was not left alone for long, just long enough for Xiah to move and Changmin to follow Jaejoong’s pull. Changmin kissed him at the same time that Xiah swallowed him whole, all the way down. He moaned into Changmin’s mouth and came into Xiah’s, shuddering through what was going to be the beginning of a wonderful five years.
Xiah coaxed his orgasm for a little longer with soft teeth on the shaft and a tongue digging into his slit. Jaejoong allowed him to savor the flavor of his release.
When he could mostly breathe, he smiled up at Changmin. “Beautiful. So good with your mouth, Minnie-ah.”
“I am ... happy to ... I just ...”
“You’re glad you didn’t fuck up?”
Changmin flushed. “Yes, my Lo ... Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “You did not fuck up. But you need to fuck me. Xiah, supplies.”
Xiah looked at him and rested his cheek on Jaejoong’s stomach. He smiled, lazy and a little drunk off Jaejoong’s power. “Snuggles, Master.”
Jaejoong smiled and ran his finger over Xiah’s cheek. “Are you full already?”
“Human, God, so much energy today.”
Jaejoong chuckled and pushed at his head. “Where are the supplies?”
“Pick a drawer,” he said with a lazy yawn.
Jaejoong tittered at him. “Shame on you.”
“Make Changmin get it,” Xiah mumbled and turned his head so he was able to lap at Jaejoong’s navel piercing. Which Jaejoong Loved. Which Xiah knew Jaejoong Loved. Which Xiah did just to be able to stay where he was.
Jaejoong tried not to let him win.
He sighed. “Changmin, as Xiah said, pick a drawer.”
“What am I retrieving?”
“Oil. And a cockring for Xiah.”
Xiah grumbled, but did not verbally protest.
Changmin narrowed his eyes, and Jaejoong laughed.
“A cockring. Trust me, just open a drawer. Inside you’ll find pots of oil and a pile of rings. Grab one of each.”
Shrugging, Changmin rolled away from him.
Jaejoong smiled down at Xiah, fingers soft in his hair. In between licks, Xiah inhaled, stealing another small stream of Jaejoong’s energy. The tingles in his stomach were almost attached to his dick, so he did not stop the pretty demon, savoring the pleasure filling his erection.
Changmin returned, items in hand.
Jaejoong tugged at Xiah’s white hair. “Xiah, kneel.”
He whined, sucking at the piercing and pulling more energy from Jaejoong.
“Xiah,” Jaejoong warned.
Xiah pulled away and pouted, his lips pointed toward the piercing. With a huff, he pushed up and away, the fluid motion putting him on his knees. He sat back on his feet, hands on his thighs.
Jaejoong took the cockring from Changmin’s hand. It was a red one, just a plain band. Jaejoong rolled it down his erection. Once secured, Jaejoong traced the crown of his dick, letting energy flow into it. Xiah gasped, head tilting his back. His body shivered under the touch. His mouth opened, his tongue out. A pulse of precome slicked up Jaejoong’s finger and he licked it clean.
“Good boy,” he whispered and leaned forward for a kiss. “I know you hate them, but you know why.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Tell Changmin why.”
Xiah swallowed roughly. “Not ... cannot have a God-demon baby.”
“That sounds like it could be very bad,” Changmin said.
“Yes, Father isn’t sure it is even possible, but he is not allowing the risk. Xiah is not allowed to fuck me when I’m fertile. Xiah always wears a cockring when I’m fertile. He hates this almost as much as I do.”
“You do not like providing life?” Changmin said.
Jaejoong smiled. “I don’t mind it exactly, but I’ve had so many children over the eons that I have forgotten most of my other partners. Even with Yoochun, who is relatively young, I cannot remember his other Father. I always have to ask.”
Changmin bit his lip and said, “I almost did not come because the idea of being immortal is scary.”
Jaejoong laughed. “It can be rather dull at times, but I am one of the lucky few who has something to play with.” He tugged on Xiah’s erection. “You will make a very good Prophet, Changminnie. Yunho sees something special in you.”
Changmin shrugged. “I will do my best.”
“That’s all I want. Now.” He settled on his back and pulled Changmin on top of him, touching his lips for a moment. “You said you came prepared, so you know what follows?”
“Mostly, my Lor-Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Good. Mostly is better than not at all. Xiah will direct you as needed. The fertility spells on my body mess with my head and I fear I will be mostly useless when it comes to doing more than demanding to be fucked.”
After one more kiss, Jaejoong shifted up higher on the bed, a few firm pillows cushioning him. He spread his legs and bent his knees. Changmin moved with him, quick to support Jaejoong’s legs with his own. When they were almost pressed together, Changmin stopped.
Jaejoong grinned at him. “Get to work, my Lover.”
Xiah held out the pot of oil. It smelled of lemongrass and chamomile. Changmin dipped his fingers into it. He was still shaking, but Jaejoong felt it was more of anticipation than nerves. Good, progress.
“Being fertile makes him tighter than normal,” Xiah said, pout still firmly in place. “It is unfair that I am not allowed inside him.”
“There are plenty of others for you to pleasure, darling.”
Xiah scrunched up his face. “I know but they are not my Master.”
Changmin rubbed his fingers together while lowering his hand to Jaejoong’s body. Slick fingers slid over his erection and he sighed, eyes shutting. The touch continued over his balls and under his body. He lifted up just as Xiah said, “Scoot forward more. He has to be relaxed to be receptive.”
Changming obeyed, Jaejoong’s ass resting on his thighs, his knees hooked at Changmin’s elbows. His hand was still free to slip over the curve of his ass and press a finger into his body.
Xiah’s soft whispers disappeared beyond the haze in his brain. Life centered around the touch of fingers. This haziness was another reason he hated being fertile. His body knew what to do, but his mind did not always remember. The sensation would continue for a few months into their partnership. It would linger until he was pregnant.
Another finger pressed into him. A moan echoed through the room. His moan. And then another finger. He thrashed a little bit. His body wanted. His body craved. Lips touched his, a warmth like strong liquor. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled up at his pretty demon. His lips moved, a question. Jaejoong only smiled.
A whimper escaped when his body was empty of fingers, and his vision cleared, his mind wavered.
“--good?”
Jaejoong blinked and looked past Xiah to his handsome human. Hands, his own, touched strong arms and slid down to fingers. He gripped them tightly and nodded. “Just being ... touched ...” His words slurred. Maybe he did not even say them.
A wide pressure touched his opening, and his spine stiffened, his body shuddered. He felt the breach, focusing on the tightness and then being taken, touched, Loved. The warmth returned, his body sagged helplessly.
The firm grip on his hands kept him anchored.
The thrusts started slow. Tentative. Still firm. His moans grew and he pulled his hips up higher. A sweet voice he knew told him to relax, and he attempted to heed it, but each thrust into his body had tingles trailing down his skin. His body was a only a vessel for pleasure. While he was fertile, the pleasure was all he needed.
The thrusts sped up, just enough to have Jaejoong’s attention right back on the erection sliding into his body. The spells intensified the inner touches, and he felt it even in the deepest parts of him. He could visualize it, see it press through the muscles, over and over.
Coldness enveloped him for a moment and then the warmth of Xiah’s lips returned to the head of his cock, and Jaejoong moaned louder. Both hands pressed to his chest, the fingers tightening. With a moment of clarity, he followed strong tanned arms up to Changmin’s face.
Right. Changmin. So sexy. So human.
Jaejoong fell in Love a little bit. He would have begged for a kiss, but Changmin’s thrusts sped up and his body felt Changmin’s orgasm before his own crashed over him in a rush of heat. Everything disappeared but the feeling of being taken, thrusts and stretches. And then filled with Changmin’s release. Warmth and slickness.
Jaejoong’s body accepted the offering, going light and hot for a long moment. Everything turned white behind his eyes and then he was on the bed, his body cushioned by the blankets, pillows, and Changmin’s strong body. Xiah lapped at the release covering his body. There was a lot of it. Always a good sign when Jaejoong came that hard while being fucked so well.
Changmin was still inside Jaejoong, still moving, but the stoic calm on his face had been replaced with open-mouthed awe.
Jaejoong laughed in delight and this time was able to pull Changmin down for a kiss. Xiah pouted at being denied his treat and instead went behind them, licking up and around where Changmin was still nestled inside him.
“He tastes much better than the other one, Master.”
Jaejoong smiled into his mouth. “I bet he does. How are you feeling, Lover?”
“Wow,” Changmin whispered. “That was ...”
“Intense?” Xiah offered.
Changmin nodded. “More pleasure than I was expecting.”
Jaejoong ran his hands down Changmin’s back. “Perfect. So perfect. My body craves you, Loves you, needs you. I take a suitor for five years because it sometimes takes a long time for my body to even react, but you managed on the first try. Well done.”
“Does that mean you are pregnant already?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “Not yet, but perhaps sooner than expected. I have noticed while we talked that you do not need much recovery time. Go again?”
Changmin’s eyes shut and he nodded. “If it would please you, my Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Please me. Indeed.”
Part 3: Support
Part 1: Chosen
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