“I’m a war prisoner, broke out of captivity.” Topan threw a branch into the crackling fire, “My homeland, the Kingdom of Lekasi, was invaded by the Kingdom of Cahayaranga, but it was the hudoqs that destroyed everything. They appeared out of nowhere and I was stuck too deep in my Bloodrush state. If you let your Bloodline take control of you for so long, you will lose yourself.

“So I fought as a monster for ten years, desperately killing anything that moved. The memories of that time are just a blur but then I was captured and imprisoned… by Cahayaranga.” His voice trailed into irritation. “Regardless of that, I escaped. And I’m going home no matter what.”

“Back to Lekasi?” Fuxiao asked.

“The last thing I can remember is fighting the hudoqs that overran Lekasi. If the stories are true, then the damage may be worse than I thought.”

What if everything is already lost?

Fuxiao couldn’t voice his thoughts. If normal soldiers perished under the hudoqs like twigs and dirt, what were the chances of a kingdom at war surviving a sudden onslaught of hudoqs? And if Topan, in his Bloodrush state, had been fighting for ten years, clearly, nothing was resolved. It was all too obvious but seeing the hardened look of the man before him, Fuxiao kept his mouth shut.

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The night gradually turned colder. As the darkness closed in, only the small flame was the source of warmth and comfort. Fuxiao pulled up his knees to his chin and wrapped the robe tighter around his trembling body.

Sitting on the cold hard ground, he tried to jog his memories from before the battle in the cave but the more he thought about it, the more he drew a blank. All he could come up with was the feeling of fear and panic as he looked up at the hudoqs. Nothing else.

“What are you thinking about?”

Fuxiao glanced at Topan. “Do you know how it feels not to know yourself? Being alive, struggling to survive out here, and yet not knowing where you came from or who you truly are? How do I even get my memories back? How did I lose them in the first place? What am I missing? What if I never get them back?”

The silver metal tag now hung on a thread that he double-wrapped around his neck. The only piece of his identity he could hold onto. Nothing more, nothing less.

A blanket of silence settled in. The moon; a companion to broken and lost souls out in the wilds.

Saying the questions out loud, it all made sense to Fuxiao. He was looking at himself from an outsider’s perspective, at this empty shell running around in the desert, as if he was reading a book of words that evoked no emotions.

“I don’t have your answers.” Topan said curtly.

“I don’t expect you to.” Fuxiao shook his head. “Just talking to myself.”

They were similar. Neither of them had full memories of themselves and were simply running blind. Having someone who was in a similar situation somehow eased the confusion inside him. No, having Topan eased his mind.

This world Fuxiao woke up to was a hellscape of death and survival, but having Topan next to him made him feel alive. The sheer strength that dominated the monsters. Raw power that came from within and manifested as a beast. The thought made him shiver.

Fuxiao grabbed a piece of wood to throw into the fire when his wrist scraped on the branch.

The sudden smell of blood hit Topan’s senses and he directed his gaze at the red droplet on Fuxiao’s wrist. He reached out for the thin wrist, bringing it up to his lips.

“It’s just a scratch,” Fuxiao said.

The place where their skins touched heated up.

Slowly, Topan pressed his tongue against the cut, savouring the taste of blood. A sweet nectar that he had never tasted before. Every drop rushed into his body like the water of life, revitalising his entire being.

A burning sensation coursed through him.

Awakening an innate urge and desire.

Topan stared at the cut as though it was something extraordinary. His body shuddered, riled up, like an animal who found its prey. It was a sensation he was familiar and unfamiliar with at the same time; a resemblance to the Bloodrush state he was trapped in but also something more. Something more… primordial.

Fuxiao studied the man pressed against his wrist, unable to fathom why he would do such an action. Such a powerful beast suddenly quiet and docile in his hand. The wet tongue against his skin sent shivers down his spine and his heart thumped. An excitement took over his entire being.

Sharp fangs bit onto skin, nipping their way up his arm. The beast had grown quiet, entirely focused on exploring his skin and when hungry lips reached his neck, Fuxiao flinched at the sudden puncture. Suckles and gulps filled the dark cavern.

Although his blood was being drained by Topan, his entire being resonated with each blood cell as they flowed into the man’s body. A swirl of white energy, intertwining with Topan’s Bloodline, became one with the Tiger.

His own body shuddered with an unusual sensation. Heat flared in his belly, electricity tickled between his legs, curling his toes.

Fuxiao had no memories of himself. But every animal had natural instincts ingrained deep within their existence.

“More,” Fuxiao wrapped his arms around Topan’s large back. “Devour me.”

And as if complying to an absolute order, the Tiger Bloodline awakened and Topan sank his teeth into the delicate neck. Golden irises drawled on the red bite marks scattered all over pale skin. Saliva trickled down his chin.

“Are you still hungry?”

Only a beastly grunt answered.

Fuxiao sat up, letting the robe slip off his shoulders to expose his breasts.

He struggled to breathe as he held onto Topan. His insides twisted. His heart jumped. This overwhelming man who could kill the hudoqs swiftly was reduced to a state of a beast because of him and the mere thought of it sent shivers down his spine. In this moment, he only cared about the warm kisses trailing down his neck and the sharp sting as fangs broke his skin. Unconsciously, he wrapped his arms around Topan’s large back, pulling them closer, relishing in the sensation of the beast devouring him.

Like an oasis in the desert, Topan gulped down Fuxiao’s blood to quench an unfound thirst. Throat parched, lips stained, Topan bit onto the pale skin like the animal he was.

The kisses trailed downwards, caressing hot flushed skin. Wet tongue slid between soft breasts with fervent hunger as Fuxiao relished in the curious exploration of his body.

No matter how much Topan sucked on his nipples, nothing would come out. Unless of course, he had a pregnancy that he couldn’t remember about.

As Topan moved further down, he pulled the sash holding Fuxiao’s robe together to reveal the pale naked body. A rumble sounded in his throat.

With legs spread apart and cunt wet with anticipation, Fuxiao was a feast laid out in front of a starving beast.

Sure enough, Topan tugged Fuxiao’s waist up and hooked the bare legs around his strong shoulders, delving his mouth straight into the throbbing heat.

The sudden feeling of a rough tongue on his sensitive nerve endings made Fuxiao buck up in shock. Gasps and moans escaped his lips between his fingers. He tried to get away but his struggles were futile.

Thick fingers trailed down the middle of his pussy and rubbed his hole. An audible gasp escaped him at the sudden intrusion. This unfamiliar feeling exploring his sensitive parts was a clear indication that he was a virgin and rightfully not pregnant.

I want him to impregnate me.

Mate me, breed me.

In the darkness of the cavern, Fuxiao could only focus on the thrusting fingers and wet tongue softening his inside. His body arched up. The markings on his face reappeared. He reached out, grabbed Topan’s head, and pushed him closer. His legs locked around Topan, keeping him in place. Fuxiao trembled as waves of pleasure crashed into him, spreading from his cunt, to his stomach, his chest, and all the way to his curling toes.

Fuxiao’s body spasmed. Stars exploded in his eyes and he squirted all over Topan’s face. He gripped onto the hard ground for support but only managed to scramble around frantically as his body convulsed with each release.

The mixture of blood and erotic fluid drove Topan further into a drunken frenzy. His eyes glazed over as he pulled out his pulsing cock and stroked it in front of Fuxiao’s flushed face.

Through half-lidded eyes, Fuxiao watched his saviour become undone and turn into an animal moving solely on primal instincts. Adrenaline pumped in his veins. His skin tingled, his shoulders trembling with raw excitement. He who barely survived the hudoqs was something that this powerful beast had no control over.

Fuxiao inched forward to kiss the hard cock presented to him. Without thinking, he wrapped his lips around the tip and twirled his tongue on the underside. He slid his smooth hands along the erection, pumping it as he continued to suck on the hot member.

Rough hands grabbed pink hair and Topan thrusted his hips violently. Like an animal in heat, his only desire was attaining carnal pleasure without a care for anything or anyone else. By laws of nature, the strong must make the weak submit.