Dusk
Shen was excited as he traversed the rocky ground.
The young amoy/bengal tiger followed behind the azure dragon, heart beating with excitement as he tried to keep pace. He was already a couple tree heights behind along the narrow mountain path. It was easy for Shen to be distracted as he was greeted by new sights, sounds, and smells. He and his father were searching for a rare herb found only in this part of Hu-Ling's northwestern mountain range.
His pale blue eyes found it difficult to see through the dense forest canopy as it was thick with mist; more like steam with the humidity and how it clung to his cream and black stripe patterned fur. Shen's splotchy pink/brown nose dropped a bead of perspiration as it tickled the air with his whiskers, inhaling the fresh scent at this altitude. It smelled strongly astringent coming from the crooked pines growing along the mountainside, but also had floral undertones with hints of peach and apricot that came from the mountain flowers most known in the region. One of which was the target of their trip.
Ooof!
So enamored with his surroundings, Shen failed to stop when the firm back of his step father quickly met the side of his head. The late afternoon light twinkled off Fei's blue-green scales when the tiger made contact and promptly fell back. Bright yellow eyes looked around, snout lifted in the air to greet the delicate aroma carried on the mist.
"Careful son..." the dragon spoke while kneeling to the ground. Shen found it peculiar that his father would scoop clumps of soil along the side of the path every now and then. His father said it was a way to remember the experience. Shen thought it a well enough answer. It made sense with his father's family lineage of well-respected medicine men and women back home. Shen giggled to himself when he saw his father smell and proceed to taste the moistened earth for the umpteenth time today.
"What do you smell dad? Anything interesting?"
"It's been quite a while since I've come this way in the past with my father before me. I can distinctly taste a change in the soil content. There seems to be more sulfur as we walk up the mountain. This is good news as we will find very high quality ingredients the farther up we go."
"Huh... but didn't you say before there is less sulfur in the mountains?"
"Yes, but we'll investigate this later. We need to find what we need for your mother."
Shen's ears drooped after the reminder. It happened six full moons ago, right after his seventeenth winter. A sudden wave of exhaustion struck in the early morning of spring. She cried a feeble cough coupled with fits of chills and alternating fever. Her condition stayed that way for the next few days. The medicine his father had on hand wasn't enough to deal with what she had. And suddenly just as it came, it completely resolved. Or so they thought. She was fine until just this past evening. Shen remembered how she described a feeling of warmth leaving her body centered on a patch of greying fur on her left shoulder. This coupled with the coldness in her abdomen, his dad knew from all the years of study and experience that her condition was declining.
"Don't worry Shen," the dragon lightly patted his back. "She'll be alright. As long as we're around, your mother will always be happy and well. Right?" Fei tweaked the tiger's nose, knelt and then traced a figure eight over his son's heart. Shen nodded with a weak smile, willing a coming tear to settle and trace the same pattern over his father's.
"Dew of dawn, breath of wind, fire move the river of many; sun may set, flowers may fall, weakening seal of life doth carry; aid the sick, our greatest call, gives hope to love to mend and marry."
Shen recited the ancient oath so many times at the teachings his father passed down to him. Although he didn't fully understand what it meant, it always gave him some strange sort of comfort to hear those words. The dragon smiled softly and kissed his adopted son on the forehead. Before he could stand, a sweet fragrance drifted in the air and gave renewed strength in what he just spoke.
"Do you smell that?
Shen sniffed the air, but noting the familiar floral scent, but nothing different than what he smelled while on the mountain path. "It smells like the Kueh-wa flower dad. Is that what we're looking for?"
"Yes."
"But why did we take a day's journey just to get that? Couldn't we just pick it out of the mountainside right outside of the city?" The dragon shook his head.
"I taught you better than that Shen." The dragon took out a small, leather bound box. Inside he withdrew a rather worn silken cloth wrapped around a shriveled root and a dried flower. The root was oddly smooth for having been dried with a burnt orange-brown color. The flower was small and delicate, pale-yellow in color with a four-lobed corolla, the petals paper thin.
"There are many species of the Kueh-wa flower. We are searching for this one in particular." Fei held the cloth close to Shen's nose for the tiger to inspect. Shen smelled a dense earthy tang in the root that created a feeling of warmth in his belly while the flower felt like it revitalized his mind and left a sense of tranquility.
"Smell the difference now?" Shen nodded with wondering eyes. "This is the symbol of Hu-Ling, the Tiger Kingdom's most prized possession: the Kueh-wa-yin flower. Known as the cure for 100 diseases, it is said to relieve ailments in both the body as well as the spirit. There are many different species native to the mainland of the four great kingdoms. However, the one most prized above all only grows in the mountains separating our kingdom from the south with the Dragon Kingdom of the east."
Shen lifted his nose into the air again and sought out that same scent. It took a few moments, but that same sense of tranquility washed over him, albeit to a lesser extent. He pointed to a break through the trees and his father smiled.
"I guess I did teach you well." Fei chuckled and put away the box. "The sun is going to be dipping into the horizon soon. We best find the Kueh-wa before it gets dark before we set up camp."
Shen agreed and walked off the beaten path with his father into the depths of the mountain forest. It took longer than expected. The smell of the flowers was getting stronger in the air, aided by the increasingly humid atmosphere. Even though this was a sign they were getting closer, Fei was getting an ominous feeling from the land. The song of birds and insects were quieting. The rush of the cold mountain wind was steadily dying down. The sense of foreboding compounded as the sun began cresting on the distant mountains. However, his fears were allayed when he began to find the springing buds and flowers of the kueh-wa strewn about ahead.
"Follow your nose and find that same scent like you did before. Keep an eye out for the more yellow-orange petals as that is the more preferred form to treat your mother."
"You got it."
Shen followed closely behind his father sniffing and examining the surrounding area. There were many different varieties and so much of them. Pale yellows, bright yellows, light orange, white, all growing in little clumps in the shrubs and trees at various places in their growth cycle. Shen had seen many cultivated Kueh-wa back home on the outskirts of the imperial city, but nothing like this. The shrubs and trees were found on either side as they walked further into the grove. It seemed like only the kueh-wa dominated this area. Fei noticed a clearing up ahead with the faint sounds of a waterfall and the soft green lights coming from what he assumed to be nocturnal fireflies. The moon was just slightly off the horizon and it was large. Fei had forgotten that is was a full moon tonight. He knew they needed to be quick. Although people say strange things happen during the night of a full moon, he knew better than many of the weight of that truth.
A sudden tap on his shoulder made him jump out of his thoughts as he heard Shen speak while pointing to the clearing.
"Dad, look there!"
Fei was speechless. What he saw he had never encountered in all his life. In the middle of a small pool supplied by the waterfall was a Kueh-wa tree larger than any he had seen. Normally about the height of a taller than average dragon, this tree was over 4 times taller, perhaps more if the pool wasn't shallow. Even more unusual were the flowers themselves. They were not even in bloom when it was well into the season. There were different shades of color, unlike all other ones where only one shade is found on each tree. And not only that, there were colors never recorded before in the texts. Pale blues, lavender and purple shaded with each other and oddly in different combinations with a tea rose orange color. No yellows or white. They even had a soft bluish glow to them, almost as if the light was coming from inside, rather than from the moonlight.
"Woah! I've never seen that kind before. Have you dad?"
"No I haven't son. This might very well be the first of its kind. We'll have to chart this on our map to come back and study it."
As they got closer, Fei felt something wasn't right. The scent was indeed a Kueh-wa tree, yet different. The aroma was heavier, more earthier with a subtle pungent note. The sensations he felt were different as well. Instead of feeling a sense of calm and clarity, it felt like there were the beginnings of a pleasant haze settling over his mind, as though trying to lull it to sleep. More worrisome still, the water in the pool smelled off. It was also unusually tepid and slightly murky coming from higher up the mountain even though the area seemed relatively untouched. Whatever wa causing this, Fei was on high alert. They most assuredly had to quickly find what they were looking for and leave.
"Shen, have you found the yellow-orange colored Kueh-wa yet?"
"Yeah dad. I see some over there on the other side of the pool next to the waterfall."
Sure enough, Fei could see flecks of orange reflecting off the bright moonlit from the mist of the waterfall. Shen continued to look at the tree in rapt fascination, but Fei was looking about making sure nothing was amiss. The only signs of life were coming from lazily flying insects. They came to the tree without incident. Fei looked for the closest, most optimal colored kueh-wa and handed it to Shen before Fei began digging into the dirt with a handheld hoe he removed from his knapsack.
"Shen, pick up kueh-wa close to this shade of yellow-orange as possible and gather about 30 of them. I'll be digging for some of the roots. Be sure to be gentle and not over-harvest. We want to leave with only what we need."
"Alright dad."
Shen went to work looking carefully at each flower to try and match the sample he received. There weren't many that had the same brilliant luster on this side, but he could spot a few towards the back. Coming around the trunk of the tree Shen noticed more of the flowers he needed. Slowly he picked them one by one and placed them into his pouch.
26... 27... 28... 29...
Shen moved to the last flower but paused in wonder. There was subtle movement coming from inside, even in the windless night. He could see a faint bluish glow like moonlight, similar to the tree in the pool. It wasn't the moonlight though. There was a purple hue to it and it utterly consumed Shen's attention. The flower started moving slowly, almost imperceptibly in a soft arc before moving down and around again. The glow was still soft but pulsing blue and purple hues very gently. Shen couldn't think of seeing anything so beautiful. That is until the flower opened up.
Inside was a glowing ball of light the size of a rose petal. It danced in front of Shen's bedazzled eyes with soft fire-like warmth that felt pleasant in contrast to the brisk mountain air.
"Wow! I wonder if dad's seen anything like this."
Shen gently picked up the last remaining flower while the wisp of light continued to hover along the flower. Shen was careful not to move too fast for fear it would float away like the tufts on a dandelion. As he turned to walk back to his father the wisp began to glow and pulse more intensely. Shen was briefly mesmerized by the sight and paused as he continued to watch what it would do. It began moving off the flower with purpose in the direction he came from. The tiger turned to follow before he shook his head and snapped out of his daze.
"Huh? Maybe it doesn't like the moonlight or something." He was about to turn back when the wisp abruptly stopped in the air where it was, moving in a closed circle. Shen noticed this odd behavior and turned back towards the ghostly light. "It's almost like it wants me to follow."
Shen looked around and turned his ears back to where his father was. He could still hear the hoe cutting into the dirt. Figuring this could be a missed opportunity, he turned back and followed the wisp. The wisp almost seemed delighted by pulsing brightly again, and continued to float farther back in the grove. Shen noticed it was getting darker the further he travelled but was aided by the light of the wisp. After a small distance later, Shen noticed an entrance to what appeared to be a hidden cave going into the rocky outcrop of the waterfall. It was shrouded by some of the kueh-wa trees. The wisp was at the entrance seemingly waiting for him. Shen approach and noticed there was a faint pale blue glow farther in the cave as he peered into it.
The lighting was dim but he could make out old relics littered along the floor. Pieces of sown cloth, weapons, armor. There was even what looked like a complete set of armor that was rusted over, possibly more than 20 years. Worse still was the skeleton inside eying him in a contorted position. That sight was quite enough of a warning as Shen moved to go back and find his father.
As he turned, another wisp joined the one he followed. This didn't alarm Shen so much as the wisps were moving towards him, directing him back into the cave. Fear quickly sank in and he instinctually wanted to call out to his father. Before he could do so, one of the wisps darted onto his forehead which gave Shen an electric tingle that stopped him mid-shout. Shen was confused and even more so when the feelings of fear started to ebb away. He looked to what the wisp would do next when the one behind it started to pulse with blue and purple tones more fiercely than he'd seen. Shen knew something wasn't right about this, but he couldn't bring himself to care. This wisp on his forehead was now sending warm tingling sensations that pulsed through his body, in time with the other wisp's light show. Slowly but surely the combined sensations captivated his attention. The wisp floated wistfully down into the cave and Shen could not think of doing anything but follow.
Sometime later, Fei finished exposing the roots of the tree and using his hunting knife to cut off a few off-shoots from one of the main roots. With a different silk cloth, he wrapped them up and placed them into the same leather bound box he showed his son. He quickly used his hands to scoop up the dirt back into the hole he had dug. A couple firm pats later, Fei stood to his feet and searched for the tiger.
"Shen! Are you done? I've finished with the roots. We need to leave now!" Silence. Fei started to grow worries as he looked about the tree. "Shen!? Where are you?" The dragon moved towards the back of the tree but it was too dark to see. "Shen! Answer me!" Still no response. Fei dug into his knapsack and pulled out two vials, one filled with a yellow liquid, the other like water. He grabbed a dead branch from the ground and poured a couple drops from the first vial, then with the next. The moment the liquids came into contact, it erupted into a brilliant white flame. Fei outstretched his arm with the torch and searched, but there was no sign of his son.
Taking a few steps further towards the back of the grove his scales on the back of his neck shifted, equivalent to hackles prickling on felines. Fei lowered his stance as he proceeded cautiously. He sensed a malevolent presence nearby and wondered why he didn't sense this before. A set of footprints with a couple kueh-wa flowers at the entrance to a hidden cave gave him the reason. The large amount of kueh-wa trees must have been cleansing the area of the dark ether emanating from the cave.
This was not good. This presence reminded him of beings he met before on his travels. If this really was the case, he had to find Shen quickly before he would be lost. Fei threw caution to the wind and ran towards the trail of kueh-wa left by his son. Before he could even approach, a ghostly glowing wisp of light suddenly appeared above the fallen petals. Fei stopped in his tracks and jumped back slightly holding the torch ahead of him. Its bluish purple light flickered, almost seeming like jumping in and out of existence. Fei growled. He never encountered an apparition like this but he needed to hurry. Fei quickly reached into his knapsack and pulled out the hunting knife he used to cut the roots earlier. He muttered to himself before placing the blade of the knife into the white fire on his torch. The blade was surrounded by the magical fire and extended to form a long sword. Fei made a couple practice swings to be sure it held its form and charged at the haunting light.
The wisp started to shine brightly before it darted towards the intruder. Fei was ready and made a feint to the right. It zoomed past where the dragon once was before being consumed by a cloud of white fire. Fei blew a hearty dragon's breath through the torch and the orb was no more. Jumping up from the ground, he raced towards the cave entrance. As he entered, several more appeared to block his passage. Fei blew another plume of fire to smother out the other wisps and prayed that Shen would be safe until he got there.
Time just passed for Shen as not even a thought crossed his mind other than to follow the wisps further into the depths of the cave. The lovely glowing light guided him and drowned out all worry. While Shen felt at peace following the light in the grove, inside the cave it became more compulsion. It was getting warmer further down and the tiger could smell something earthy, musky and unabashedly male.
He began to feel hot and flustered. The warmth of the blue orb seemed to stroke an uncommon desire in him. Even being eighteen winters old, Shen spent much of his time with his parents since they stayed in a remote village. As such he never experienced much arousal of the need of release until now. The scent of whomever, or whatever was down there didn't help, not that he had the capacity to think other than to stare into the lights. New intrusive thoughts made themselves known in his previously preoccupied mind, blending in as if they were his own.
It's good to keep staring.
Don't want to miss the lights.
It's so warm, feels nice.
It's good to feel aroused.
It's good to listen.
It's good not to think.
So nice to relax.
So nice to follow.
So good to obey.
So nice to be aroused.
So good to have no thoughts.
The smell is so nice.
Feels so good to breathe deeply.
Feels so good to sniff.
Feels so good to be aroused.
Feels so good to listen.
Feels so good to give in.
Feels so good to submit.
Feels so good to obey.
Unbeknownst to Shen, his already compromised conscious thoughts due to the pulsing glow were being taken further by whispers coming from the wisp and echoing closer and closer by. The thoughts kept repeating in his mind and his vulnerable ears drank in every word that masculine voice rattled, amplified by the mountain walls.
The voice was deep and soothing. It commanded obedience, subservience, loyalty. The repeating thoughts had Shen start to act and manifest in Shen's mind. He had a growing desire to listen and obey those commands. He breathed deeply and allowed the thick masculine scent to wash over him. His undergarments tented and his cock was the hardest it ever had been. The rich heady musk awoke a very primal part of the tiger's instinct. The need to submit. The need to be marked. The need to be claimed. It was then the wisp stopped its pulsating show and both left Shen towards the source of its power; and by extension the object of Shen's newfound desire.
Sitting before him was the largest and most handsome, and most naked fox he had ever seen in his life. The only thing he wore was what appeared to be a crystal fang hanging around his neck. Probably at standing height close to one and a half times his father, and his father was quite tall as dragons go. The fox was lean yet with very well defined musculature. His glowing auburn fur shone with an otherworldly bluish aura as he eyed his prey with slit pupils, deep blue irises and a predatory grin. The fox's hardening black cock pulsed thickly as a large bead of pre-cum surged upward from the tip. The fox knew he captivated a very special prize. The scent of flushed and abject arousal, devoid of any prior sexual experience; though, none more telling than how easily the tiger was seduced with his magic and acceptance of his commands as that of the tiger's own. The fox licked his chops as he beckoned the young tiger with a clawed finger.
Shen started to move towards the fox but with the influence of the wisps gone he began to hesitate. The fox was genuinely surprised that this virgin of a tiger would resist his influence this deep into his territory. With one brief moment of clarity, Shen remembered his father's words about the kueh-wa flower and dug into his pouch. He brought a handful of the flowers to his face and breathed in the revitalizing scent. The fox's influence was completely removed and the fox growled at this sudden turn of events. However, he gave an even more fearsome grin even while the boy pulled a silk cloth to cover his mouth and nose with the flowers as well.
"Well done young one. I'm impressed. No one has ever been able to resist me and come this far."
Shen quickly turned his attention towards his kidnapper and took a defensive step back.
"W-who are you?" Shen trembled. "What do you want?"
The tiger's fear was palpable to the fox. The resistance to his charms only added to his growing arousal as another thick jet of pre-cum landed on the ground.
"I'll honor you with an answer, seeing as how you won't need to know anything but how to best please me very shortly." The fox laid back into the makeshift throne of rubble as he purposefully allowed more of his groin to be exposed to his prey.
"My name is Shixing. I'm an immortal, though I suppose your kind would call me a Xianguai. But you can call me Master. And what I want, what I seek is to feast on your seal."
Shen heard old stories from his father and mother about immortals passed down in Hu-Ling cultural tradition. There were said to be eight Xianguai who used to be mortal and ascended to immortality. Each immortal was said to represent one of the heavenly virtues that all people should aspire to have in order to reach immortality. However, it was said that the eighth one came to ascend by taking of a life. The eighth was reviled in the old stories as a braggart and drunk who enjoyed the pleasures and evils of this world. Shen thought these were only stories, but if the fox was telling the truth... could he be....?
"Are you the eighth xianguai like my parents talk about in the old stories?"
"Hahaha!" Shixing's laugh bellowed through the chamber. "And what if I am? Do you now see the pointlessness of resisting me? Why don't you be a good boy and undress yourself. A slave should never be covered in front of his Master."
Shixing continued to laugh while Shen felt entirely uneasy. The scent of the kueh-wa was doing a good job of dispelling the influence of the fox, but he couldn't deny that while under Shixing's power, there was a desire on some level to obey. Shen knew the fox still had some sway over him as his cock jumped at that command. He had to escape and find his dad. He would know how to clear this corruption seeping into his mind.
But then again, it wouldn't be so bad just to listen.
Shen was startled by the voice interrupting his train of thought. It was echoing in his mind, but the fox was still laughing. He suddenly became aware of a pleasurable heat on his back. Shen's eyes grew wide in fear as he noticed a faint silhouette of himself on the smoothed rock outlined by a pulsating glow of blue and purple. When he looked back up two wisps were dancing in front of his eyes again. This time one of them moved towards the silk cloth holding the flowers against his muzzle and pressed against it. The wisp erupted into a small blue flame that began burning up the cloth and kueh-wa. The other wisp moved in slow circles pulsing much more brightly.
Shixing could sense something special about this boy indeed and needed to inspect his conquest further. Most mortals he encountered would have been lost in trance even after removing his magic foxfire from their sight and body. His mere presence clouds the thoughts of mortals and potentiates the corruptive influences his magic had once removed. However, the tiger resisted. Shixing was shocked as he saw the boy was attempting to close his eyes and even trying to take a step back.
The fox's heart began to race. He'd never felt such a thrill at anyone resisting his charms before. This boy... even with three of his foxfire wisps in close proximity was managing to resist his commands. He began stroking his cock. The knot already out and fully hardened. The pre-cum glistened over his pulsing rod, beating in time with the rhythm of his magic. With a thought, he instructed the wisp behind the tiger and the one burning the cloth away to both press onto the tiger's back and chest.
Shen remembered his mother's teachings about meditation and focus even in his dire situation. The wisps caught him off guard, but while his eyes were captivated he sunk deep into himself and focused on his dantian, the core of his being, aided by the remembrance of the smell of the kueh-wa. It appeared to be working. He was able to resist the glowing fire and plan to make his escape. However, his protection from the kueh-wa was failing as the wisp burned it away. He struggled to close his eyes and was slowly succeeding until a heat erupted around him.
He felt his clothes begin to burn away as that pleasurable heat intensified not only on his back but also on his chest. His cock pulsed harder and his concentration wavered. Without realizing it he opened his closing eyes wide again and took in the brunt of an even more brightly pulsing wisp. His thoughts of escape slowly faded.
Come young one. Come to the feet of your Master.
The command echoed louder in his mind. The wisp floated away and Shen could only follow like he did before. The heat on his back and chest felt pleasant and the electric tingling sensations were coming from both wisps. One feeling like it went up his neck and the other sending pleasure directly down into his groin. The remains of his clothes fell to the side save for his pouch. Unbidden images of the fox came to his mind, the same voice suggesting/reinforcing the need to submit to the fox before him. It was his purpose.
Shen reached the still laying fox on his back. His cock softly throbbed now and then leaking a trail of pre. At this distance, he was directly in front of the xianguai's groin. The heat radiating off of it was amazing. It felt even more hot than the wisps on his chest and back. While the fox's body heat made him grow more in arousal, he panted with fervent desire as he inhaled the thick musk and pheromones only a couple hands breadth away.
Shixing licked his lips again at the sight of his newest, hazy-eyed slave lost in trance. His cock pulsed thickly once again while he stroked it. This time he would make sure the young tiger was fully enthralled not only with his magic, but his body as well. He motioned the tiger to kneel down in front of his engorged shaft. It extended well over two hand lengths from base of palm to tip of middle finger. Shixing paused his stroking and made a closer inspection of his young slave.
The mark of the seal was in an unusual place centered over the tiger's right eyebrow. It was not visible by normal means as it was covered by fur. He had never sensed it there on any mortal he had come across for over these 900 or so years. Interesting indeed. What magic would come from having a mark there Shixing was also very intrigued. He also sensed a stronger than average life presence within the boy. His dantian was positively brimming with youth and vitality.
The fox was suddenly reminded of the coolness from the fang hanging from his neck- a reminder of a desire long forgotten but now renewed. The fox ravished the tiger's body with hungry lust-filled eyes. Perhaps this could be the one. Shixing closed his eyes and focused his mind at the center of his dantian. He felt the energy slowly begin to boil over and erupt. The heat around his groin area intensified. Shen moaned outloud as he continued to kneel and willingly enslaving his mind to the irresistible scent of the fox. Shixing had trouble controlling himself not only from the desire to rut with the tiger, but also from the amount of energy he expended using so much of his magic foxfire. He gathered the energy and directed it upwards into his left hardened nipple. Coming forth and pulsing hotly from the nipple was a wisp unlike any previously seen. It was a deep purple with a reddish hue with heat just as intense as the one coming from his groin.
Shixing flinched slightly and groaned out with heated exertion. He panted as the flaming wisp finally exited from his body with a thin trail of blue sparkling from whence it came. The fox sighed and slumped further back into his rocky bed. His tail slithered out from underneath him going between the boy's kneeling legs. The tail rose up along his back and tickled Shen with its soft bristles. The tip reached behind his head and gently pushed the tiger's face forward. Moments later the boy's nose pressed flush against the underside of the fox's full and potent sac.
Instinctually Shen inhaled deeply and moaned out hotly from the cascade of sheer need suddenly amplified. His eyes rolled upwards as the arousing heat from the foxfire and now liquid musk suffused his entire being. He never felt such a need to masturbate in all his life. His hands automatically went down and began to stroke his fully invigorated cock. The pressure was exquisite. Everything about the fox made him aroused beyond rational thought. Everything felt more sensitive and he was leaking pre until the rock beneath him glistened with the pale bluish purple fire. His mouth was wide open, panting vigorously for air under his magically-induced rut. His cock throbbed harder and harder, needing very little stimulation to reach its peak.
The display greatly pleased Shixing. He could feel his slave approaching orgasm very soon. He raised himself from his slouched position and in so doing his black cock fell forward onto the tiger's head. The fox hissed out in pleasure. Another thick pulse came deep from the root of his penile muscles and rolled along in a wave that gushed out precum with such volume as a regular mortal's orgasm. The slick sexual fluids sprayed all along the tiger's back and the fox's tail.
Shen arched his back and raised his head looking upwards into the fox's handsome face. The fox's cock throbbed furiously being balanced on his nose and forehead. The scent of the fox's pheromones and masculine arousal feeding directly into Shen's nose and mind. He was lost and nothing but his Master before him mattered.
Shixing opened his eyes slowly after his cock landed squarely on his slave's face. He heaved and was drenched in his own heat and perspiration, much to his enjoyment and the tiger's. It had been so long since he claimed a slave so pure and full of unbridled desire. The fox sensed he was losing himself to his primal instincts and needed to finish what he started before he could fully claim the tiger as his slave. The purplish-red wisp hovered gently next to its master, tethered by the faint blue line. Shixing reached down onto the ground and scooped up some of Shen's precum and mixed it in his palm with the pre oozing of his own tip. Once thoroughly combined, the fox held his hand close to the purple wisp before the liquid burst into similar colored flames. He used his other hand and dipped a finger so that the liquid, now congealed into more of an oily consistency, coated his index finger and claw. The tiger was still looking up at him smiling in pleasure with tongue hanging out. Shixing growled and brought his flame covered claw forward to the tiger's eyebrow. He started tracing ancient runes along the perimeter of Shen's birthmark. Each stroke left glowing symbols that sunk beneath the fur and settled under the skin glowing faintly as if to make its presence known.
Before the fox came to the last symbol, Shen so deep in loving adoration of his Master gave a long lick on the underside of the fox's cock with his rough tongue. The fox lost it right then and there. Shixing howled out with an ear-splitting cry. Jet after thick jet of fox cum erupted from his tip. The force of his contractions lifted his thick black cock very time to slap and fall down on Shen. Because of this, Shixing's cum arced to the other side of the chamber and sprayed upward, raining down on both him and the tiger. After the first cock slap, Shen continued to lick whenever it fell down on his nose again.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!"
When he heard the rumbling laugh echoing down the tunnel earlier his expression was grave as he gave up on stealth and ran toward the sound of the laugh. However Fei was in utter shock and disbelief at what he saw. His worst fears came true. In the chamber sat a xianguai but not the good kind. It was a_fel xianguai_. A demon sprung from the most evil desires of man. And it was trying to corrupt his son!
Normally the dragon was a meek and humble man. However rage consumed him like none other. The sword in his hand grew hotter, burned brighter and shining like the radiant white hot sun. He didn't care if he was going to be completely exhausted using this much magic. The fel fox looked quite powerful and ancient. He poured everything he had into the sword, making sure that this one strike will kill on contact.
But the sight disgusted him. The fel had already completed overtaken his son's mind, forcing him to enjoy the intimate acts that should only be reserved in the bonds of marriage. Instead his son was being defiled of his purity and innocence. Rage finally overtook Fei just as the demon spawn fell into orgasm. Fei shouted an earth-shattering roar as he charged at the fox. He only saw red as the white-flamed sword sliced through the air and plunged into the heart of Shixing.
The fox gave a wailing shriek as the holy flames erupted from the sword. The fire consumed him and burned him alive. He was shaken out of his reverie and convulsing on the ground. The flames gave him pain like he never felt in a long time, back when he was mortal. His eyes steeled in hatred as his body slowly began to fade away. His slitted eyes narrowed dangerously as he looked upon the dragon who slew him and took away his now most valuable possession.
"You will regret this day mortal! I WILL be back!"
The white flames erupted once more in a flash and the fel fox vanished from sight. Fei heaved a heavy sigh and ran to his son. He slumped over the tiger's unconscious body and cried. Tears streamed down his scales as he picked up his son and held him close to his chest.
"S-shen... I'm so sorry. Please forgive me for not being here for you."
Fei continued to cry and was deep in sadness. A heavy weight on his chest looking down at the disheveled state of his son covered in dirt and sexual fluids. The air was still cloying and rank with the fox's corruption. Remorse and anger combined into a confusing cascade of guilt. However Fei caught the scent of kueh-wa coming from his son's pouch. It gave him some solace and cleared some of the anxiety holding onto the tiger.
"Dad...?"
Fei's heart stopped as he heard the mumble coming from his chest.
"I can't breathe."
Fei's countenance immediately lifted. He started crying out loud with tears of joy. He brought his son's head up from his chest and hugged tightly. Shen smiled weakly as he hugged his father back and closed his eyes- thankful that it was over.
However, father and son failed to notice the purple-reddish wisp floating out of the cave...
To be continued...