The shadows danced on Topan’s face, lighting up his emotionless eyes. His gaze was transfixed on the flames but he was looking at a distant past that Fuxiao couldn’t see.

A scar-laden body that had gone through hell and back. A strong desire to achieve his goal, driven purely by instincts, not reason. Throughout this journey, Topan had killed the many hudoqs that crossed their paths like a predator asserting dominance over its territory. Truly, a wild beast.

Fuxiao heard his heart thump in his ears. A loud ringing. Heat rushed into his face, coiled in the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t take his eyes away from Topan. Sure, he didn’t have memories, but his entire being was telling him that he had to hold onto this man. That this beast was the missing puzzle piece that would make the entire picture complete.

Call it animal instincts, or whatever, but the adrenaline and ecstasy that erupted inside him was more real than any truths he could have imagined.

I don’t care if you wipe them all out as long as you kill the prey.

He needed to kill the prey using any ways possible. Assassination, frontal attack, or even latching onto a stronger beast who would do his bidding.

Fuxiao shifted and without a word, he held Topan’s face in his hands and pulled him close into a passionate kiss on the lips. Warmth spread between them. Tongues intertwined with each other. Breaths short. A bite on the bottom lip. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, prickling on his senses and raising his heartbeat.

To kill, he needed a weapon. A weapon so powerful that nothing could stand in his way.

Another bite grasped Fuxiao by the neck. Sharp teeth broke skin and drew blood for Topan to savour. The sweet taste rushed into him. A murky cloud twisted his visions and riled his heart. Breaths heavy, he dragged his salivating mouth down Fuxiao’s collarbone and onto the flushed chest, biting on one nipple and pinching the other.

The sensation made Fuxiao shudder. His insides churned in anticipation, preparing his body for the waves of pleasure to come. Wet slick from his pussy trickled down his naked thighs.

If his body was the price to attain this weapon, he would present it on a silver platter.

“Let me…” Fuxiao breathed.

No words were needed for them to understand each other. Topan carefully stood up and pulled out his hard cock, positioning it right in front of pink lips. A kiss. A lick. Then the warmth of the wet mouth enveloped him in a slow stroke, earning a trembling growl.

Fuxiao increased his pace. He wrapped his hands around the cock as he took Topan deep in his throat. Faster. Harder. All the way to the base. The tip of the erection hit the back of his throat, forcing him open and turning his mouth into a sexual organ.

Lost in ecstasy, Fuxiao reached down and slipped a finger inside his hole, fumbling at first, but the desire to drown in the pleasure increased the rhythm of sucking Topan off and fingering himself.

Animalistic instincts had long taken over them. Topan grabbed hold of Fuxiao’s head and thrusted into the back of the throat without any hesitation or mercy. Orgasmic waves crashed into him. His release exploded in Fuxiao’s mouth, down the throat, and overflowing from the lips. The sight of Fuxiao’s glazed eyes and stained pale skin sent shivers down his spine as he finished up in the hot mouth.

Topan pulled out and wiped Fuxiao’s plump lips.

Once the high of the climax settled down, Fuxiao collapsed onto his knees. He didn’t realise that the Bloodline marks had appeared on his face as he allowed Topan to wipe off the cum from his cheeks. He leaned into the large hand, half-lidded eyes gazing at the beast who had stepped into his empty life of darkness and nothingness.

Rebirth.

It felt as though his entire being had been erased and reborn as Topan’s other half and his heart and body fell into that space without any hesitation or doubt.

No matter what, he must continue to stay by this animal’s side, chain him down so they could never be apart, because that’s what his Bloodline was telling him to do.

“Topan, you make me feel real, feel alive. I want you close, I want to feel you,” Fuxiao breathed, “I want you inside me.”

The last string of reasoning snapped and Topan pushed Fuxiao down. Black stripes appeared around his face as his body took his beast form. His erection grew larger than before, pressed against Fuxiao’s wet hole. Only a growl rumbled in his throat.

“Come here,” Fuxiao reached out and wrapped his arms around Topan. “Take me, eat me up.”

That was it. Topan shoved his hard member into the wet cunt, ripping the hymen into a bloody mess. The sudden warmth around him made him shudder uncontrollably.

Fuxiao flinched at the pain shooting up but it was soon replaced by the insane desire of pleasure and animalistic instinct. His hips moved in tandem with Topan’s. Grunts, growls, voices of beasts. He squeezed down on the cock, savouring how full his insides were. Right here, right now, he was alive. Maybe today would be the last. So he would accept whatever Topan gave him.

Fangs bit down on Fuxiao’s delicate neck, drawing blood. It wasn’t a romantic experience, far from it. It was two animals mating in a frenzy.

Topan thrusted his hips. Grunts escaped his gritted teeth.

“It’s alright,” Fuxiao gasped between moans, “Come inside, breed me.”

Topan’s erection bulged in the wet cunt and with a loud growl, he came inside Fuxiao.

A continuous gush that filled Fuxiao’s womb up. The heat rushed through his entire body and forced him to hit his own wave of orgasm. 

Semen leaked from where their bodies connected and Topan bit down more on Fuxiao to savour the sweet taste of blood. Bites turned to licks, and soon turned to passionate kisses.

They lay in wait as the last drop of semen filled Fuxiao and Topan’s rationality settled back in.

The Bloodrush high oozed in his veins like thick globs of poison that he willingly ingested. The more he hungered for Fuxiao’s blood, the closer he was to losing his mind but his body had passed the point of having free will.

He needed to survive and avenge his fallen comrades.

And to do that, he needed more power.

And the source of power was now in his arms.

There was no way he could just let go.

In the night with only the moon as their witness, the two held onto each other and mated for hours, leaving no skin untouched, and by the time they were spent, they could only breathe each other’s name as Topan wrapped his arms around Fuxiao.

With arms around their battered bodies, with the inky sky watching over them, the two beasts found comfort in their fever dream.

-

The sun quickly rose above them. Heat trapped in the night’s sandstorm welcomed them into the open desert once again. Exhaustion began to creep into Fuxiao as his body fought against the extreme heat conditions that had caught him off-guard. The simple robe hanging onto his body gave no protection against the biting sand. How much longer must he endure this?

“Topan,” Fuxiao called out, “You said that you’re going back to your homeland, but do you know where you’re going?”

“Of course. We all have our homing instincts. Even you without memory should feel it inside you no matter how faint it is.”

Fuxiao couldn’t deny it. His Bloodline whispered for him to head east, but the attraction Topan had on him was stronger than his instincts to return to where he came from. It wasn’t as though he was in a rush to seek out anything about himself. He was content on surviving another day even if it meant he had to cling onto this beast.

As they trudged across the desert, a thick concentrated smell of decay wafted in the heavy air.

Topan stopped at the top of a cliff, overlooking the wide lands ahead of them. His brows scrunched together, teeth gritted in what could only be rage.

Dark thick smoke stretched across the horizons, rolling into the fog. Piles of black rocks and bodies of dead trees created a jungle of shadows. Ashen vines hung off bare branches. Red streams snaked into the deep jungles from multiple caves on the cliff sides.

The air was stagnant and the stench of rotten flesh hit them. Amongst the tall trees, hudoqs meandered about. It was a scene from a hellish nightmare. Hundreds of hudoqs on the edges of the jungles, and an unknown number of them lying deep in the shadows.

Topan’s expression darkened as he took in the scene before them. “Where the plague originated from. The plague that wiped this entire land of any living beings. When I woke up from the Bloodrush, the only memory I had was to kill and when I escaped from prison, my Bloodline knew exactly where to go. The centre of this land, the point where the plague spread to all four lands, the fallen Kingdom of Lekasi. The Kingdom I swore to protect.”