Langmuir had always found the demon’s celebrations truly exhausting.
The frenzied dances and burning passions would unknowingly drain one’s energy. During the enjoyment, one would only be immersed in happiness. It was only after it ended that one would feel drained, with every bone in the body aching and soft.
“I didn’t even dance,” he complained softly.
“Who told you to be so soft-hearted?”
Hun Yao’s palm slowly stroked his back and waist, smoothing the wrinkled white robe, “They call you once, and you go over. Running back and forth, if you’re not tired, who is?”
The wheels of the carriage clattered forward, and the carriage vibrated at a frequency.
Langmuir’s hair was scattered, and his face was somewhat pale. He lay tiredly next to the Demon King, speaking softly while resting on Hun Yao’s leg.
Now that he was back by the Demon King’s side, he realized that he liked the feeling of skin-to-skin contact with Hun Yao–an emotion he didn’t have when interacting with others.
Suddenly, the Demon King’s massaging hand paused. His palm had reached Langmuir’s tailbone and naturally touched the newly grown scaly tail.
He laughed, “You’ve grown a tail, how does it feel?”
Langmuir: “At first, I wasn’t used to it, I didn’t even know how to dress. Now it’s much better, I quite like it.”
Hun Yao grabbed the swaying beautiful tail and examined it carefully in his palm.
After experiencing the ups and downs of loss and recovery, it was only now that he began to carefully observe the changes in his lover’s body.
The scales that Langmuir grew after becoming a demon were dark purple, mysterious and deep. He was a human who had become a demon, and upon closer inspection, one would find that his scales were sparser compared to ordinary demons, revealing patches of snow-white skin.
But the horns and scale tail were already completely in the style of the Demon King’s lineage, beautiful and full of power. Hun Yao couldn’t help but pinch the base of that scaly tail.
“Hiss.”
Langmuir took a breath, instinctively wanting to retract his tail.
“Don’t hide, let me see if your tail has grown solid,” Hun Yao pinched it harder, “What does it feel like?”
“It’s a bit…strange.” Langmuir frowned, describing honestly, “Itchy, numb all the way up my body, my waist has gone soft.”
“What about this?” Hun Yao pinched the tip of the tail.
“Ugh!”
Hun Yao quickly let go, “Did it hurt?”
Langmuir: “It did hurt a bit, my leg muscles also tensed up.”
“You’ve indeed fully transformed into a demon.” Hun Yao rubbed the spot he had just pinched with his fingertips, finally letting go of Langmuir’s scaly tail, “In another ten days or half a month, you’ll be able to sense the demonic breath in your body with your horns.”
Langmuir: “Can I also use my tail to fight?”
Hun Yao: “I advise you not to mess around, you’re not used to close combat, if your scaly tail is caught by the enemy, the outcome would be quite miserable.”
Langmuir just laughed. “I was just saying.”
Hun Yao: “Right, with your temperament, who would you fight with?”
However, this reminded Hun Yao. Langmuir had indeed been curious about the tails of the demons for a long time.
A few years ago, on a certain day, Moduo and Asayin, two generals, were idly sparring. He went to watch the battle, and also brought along his beloved human slave.
He saw Moduo’s scale tail whip towards Asayin, who dodged, and the tail hit a rock, directly shattering the hard stone.
Langmuir was greatly shocked, the cognition of the human was once again refreshed by this group of violent demons.
The dueling field of the two generals, in fact, was just a fenced sand field, very simple. There were a few scattered rocks on the side, where the spectators–the Demon King and his slave sat.
That day, Hun Yao was in a good mood, so he took the initiative to explain.
“Moduo is an inferior demon, her scaly tail and horns are thin, it’s nothing. The scaly tail of a great demon, when swung, can split a hundred-year-old tree in half.”
As he was speaking, he suddenly found that Langmuir’s gaze had already moved behind him.
“That, your scaly tail…”
Hun Yao found it interesting, he simply stood up from the watching rock, shook the tip of his tail, and lifted it up. “Sit and see.”
Langmuir: “!”
Can, can it be sat on!?
No matter what, he was also an adult male…
Langmuir looked at the Demon King with hesitant eyes, Hun Yao nodded at him.
Langmuir hesitated, and whispered, “Sit… I can’t sit still. I will fall off.”
Hun Yao: “Sit back, hold onto my shoulder.”
That thick scale tail curved upwards, indeed leaving a space for the person to sit on. Langmuir hesitated for a while, but still lost to his innate curiosity–
He grabbed the upright tail with one hand, and used the other hand to hold onto the Demon King’s shoulder for support, and sat on Hun Yao’s scaly tail.
“Is it heavy?” Langmuir’s eyes were bright, he tentatively lifted his feet off the ground.
…Pleasing the human was really simple, just use some childish tricks to play with children, and Langmuir could be happy for half a day.
“Very light, sit steady.” Hun Yao chuckled, directly carried him with his tail and walked, looking relaxed, his pace was no different from usual.
Langmuir was startled, instinctively wrapped his arms around Hun Yao’s neck.
At the same time, he felt a bit helpless in his heart: The Demon King always seemed to like to boast about his strength in front of him, either directly or indirectly. It wasn’t like he was courting, why was he so persistent…just like a child.
Suddenly, he heard the dueling field become very quiet.
Moduo and Asayin stopped fighting. The surrounding demon guards were all dumbfounded. Langmuir turned his head to look, and even hallucinated the sound of their jaws dropping one by one.
“My King.”
“Hmm?”
“Is this really okay,” Langmuir said in a low voice, feeling his scalp tingle, “They’re all watching us. Is it…”
What he actually wanted to ask was: Is it, for example, that the scaly tail of a demon is actually very important, and can’t be sat on like this??
Speaking of which, when demons swear, they also draw blood from their scaly tails, smear it on their foreheads, and kiss the other’s scaly tail to show submission…
Hun Yao didn’t care. “Their eyes are on their bodies, you don’t care where they look.”
“…”
“This height is good, you talking to me, I don’t have to lower my head.”
That day, Langmuir returned to the palace sitting on the Demon King’s tail.
Along the way, who knew how many demons were blinded, showing expressions that they couldn’t bear to look directly.
Later
Langmuir gradually understood.
The scaly tail was the most powerful part of a demon’s body,
It was also a very sensitive part of the nervous system. The more powerful the demon, the less they could tolerate their tail being touched.
He remembered how he used to casually grab Hun Yao’s scaly tail, and suddenly felt very embarrassed: from the perspective of the demons, it was almost like the supremely noble Demon King being patted on the head by the slave.
But that couldn’t entirely be blamed on him, who told Hun Yao never to stop him?
And by their fifteenth year, when Langmuir had also grown a scaly tail, they had long been able to play with each other’s tails.
This time it was Hun Yao’s turn to be infatuated with Langmuir’s scaly tail, playing with it all the way back to the palace in the carriage.
When they got out of the carriage, Hun Yao reached out to hold him, Langmuir remembered that the Demon King was injured, didn’t let him hold, and excused himself. “Now that I’ve grown horns and a tail, I must have gotten heavier.”
Hun Yao was both annoyed and amused. “Can I still drop you?”
Langmuir: “Next time, next time I’ll definitely let you hold me.”
They finally returned to the palace.
Before leaving, Hun Yao had given his private treasury key to Liu Sha, asking the female attendant to decorate the palace exactly as it was while they were out.
When they came back, everything was as before. Whether it was that fox fur blanket or the dozen small bone ornaments, they all sat quietly in their original places under the glow of the bronze lamp.
Langmuir walked to the window.
There was no longer a Cliff Moon in the night sky, replaced by the real moonlight.
Even if today there was only a half moon, and even occasionally obscured by fluffy gray clouds, it was much brighter than the Cliff Moon.
“…What beautiful moonlight.”
The Demon King stood behind the Holy Monarch, reaching out to hug his shoulders. “The sun and moon of the abyss, are all brought to us by you, Langmuir.”
Langmuir looked up again for a while, reached out and touched the lounge chair under the window. “But I can see it with my own eyes, because of you, Hun Yao.”
“Thank you for letting me live. It’s good to be alive…really good.”
……..
The witch doctor Duogu was also waiting in the palace, he was there to check the bodies of the two masters of the palace.
“Let’s check him first.”
Hun Yao pushed Langmuir forward by his horns. “If you dare to hide anything this time… I’ll cut off your horns and burn them as flint.”
Duogu wore a mournful face: Ah, the trembling daily life of the witch doctor is back.
The final result was that both of them were given a “must rest for at least three months” medical order by Duogu.
Hun Yao didn’t care–he had never followed medical advice in his life.
And Langmuir smiled softly, “Don’t worry, Lord Duogu, I’ll take care of my King.”
Now that everything is settled, it’s indeed possible to take a good rest for a while and let the body be lazy.
After Duogu left a stack of prescriptions, Langmuir took them one by one to look at under the lamp, and then put them into the small cabinet himself.
Hun Yao carried him to the bed. “It’s late, go to sleep first… Hmm, it doesn’t seem to have gotten much heavier.”
Langmuir felt his body sink into the soft bed.
Originally, the bed of the demons should be harder, thinner. It was because the human was frail and afraid of the cold that Hun Yao began to think. He summoned the best craftsmen, added layers of animal skins, fur, and bird feathers, and made the bed softer and warmer.
Now, Langmuir secretly compared his bed in the palace, and was surprised to find that the comfort level was almost the same.
“What are you thinking about?”
Hun Yao covered him with a blanket, and his scaly tail quietly stretched over, hooking his scaly tail.
Langmuir sighed helplessly. “My King has been so good to me, but I never realized that you love me.”
Hun Yao laughed heartily, rubbing his hair forcefully. “Be good, it’s not too late to know now.”
“Not too late?”
“Of course not,” Hun Yao leaned over and kissed his horns affectionately, “I can love you for a long time…a very long time.”
So, you can take your time in the coming years, feel carefully, and respond slowly.
Langmuir tilted his neck to accept the kiss, his hand stroking the Demon King’s shoulder, feeling the new bandage wrapped around it.
His eyes were hotter than the copper lamp in the night. “What about me? Hun Yao, do you think I love you?”
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his tail tense up.
Hun Yao wrapped his scaly tail around his.
The force made Langmuir numb from his tailbone upwards, as if he had been lightly electrocuted. He instinctively groaned, feeling his whole body go soft, but strangely hot.
Deep in the bed curtains, under the quilt, two scaly tails were tightly entwined together, unknown to others. Tail tip twisted with tail tip, scale rubbed against scale.
“Hot,” Langmuir’s eyes reddened, his fingers spasmed, gripping the quilt, “So…numb.”
Hun Yao’s palm held his neck, his voice hoarse. “Use a bit more force.”
“Hiss… Why don’t you…hmm… answer my question…” Langmuir trembled all over, feeling as if his tail was about to be strangled by Hun Yao.
In a daze, he heard the Demon King say in his ear–
“Do you love me or not? Such a cunning question…”
“Of course you have to prove it to me, Your Majesty the Holy Monarch.”
