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Jinshi stared down at MaoMao, his heart pounding in his ears. Laying there, her leg in his hand and her spread before him he thanked the gods that he had this moment in time. Sure it wasn't the palace or even Verdegris House, but it would do. Nothing between them was normal anyway. Everything that brought them together was backwards as far as his upbringing was concerned.
She was a servant, a lowly born woman from a brothel. She was an apothecary, raised by a eunuch doctor who was sent from the palace in disgrace. The nobility in her blood was from her birth father whom she did not recognize. Her mother was a disgraced courtesan.
Then there was him. He was the exact copy of his disgraced emperor father. He was a coward who hid behind the guise of a beautiful eunuch. His older brother, who raised him most of his life, moved him like a chess piece to draw attention away from himself. Then there was his mother, who took his favorite toys so that he understood he could not focus on more than one thing in life. She thought he didn't know, but he had always known. He learned to be observant in life. It was a trait he prided himself on.
Then there was her. The freckled faced girl who had not reacted to anything he did or said. She saw his tricks at seduction as nothing. She looked him in the eyes and was able to throw him off guard with a simple phrase. She managed to surprise him at every turn and make him second guess his choices. She was smart, bold and understanding. There was nothing she was presented with that she had not managed to accomplish. A new challenge, a puzzle, a mystery. It didn't matter. His MaoMao always prevailed. She never failed.
He didn't know when he started thinking of her as his. Maybe it was when she'd saved him from certain death. Maybe it had been. When he saw her dancing on the palace walls. Maybe it had been when he gave her that hair stick and told her it would always be hers.
It didn't matter. She was his and he had ached for her constantly. When he'd lost her for a week at best he'd been depressed and desperate to hear her matter of fact voice again. It had been fate he found her again and he was determined to keep her, whether she stayed in the palace or not. He would not lose her.
Even now, looking down at her wide beautiful eyes as he pressed against her, he was lost. She was beautiful despite the way she tried not to be. He knew she chose to stay skinny and paint her face to hide from others. To him, it made him want to know more. Next to the waterfall earlier as he spied what her clothing normally hid, he had to admit it had made his mouth water. Her pretty pearlescent skin, her hair wet and hanging down her back and her pretty eyes, always seeing through him. She was stunning.
For too many nights he had laid awake, driven to madness by her form and her character. He had thought of what it would be like to have her in his grip. He thought of what he could do with her, what heat he could bring to both of them.
“Jinshi-sama…-” he kissed her quiet. He couldn't let her try to talk or tease him out of this. He had decided she was his. He would mark her as his.
Her mouth was soft against his. He managed to slip his tongue past her precious lips quickly. She opened to him, her hands coming to his shoulders. He kept his eyes open as he molded against her. He wanted to see her expression.
She had a million different expressions. Her face changed so quickly when she was disturbed, angry or elated. His favorites were always when she was happy with whatever herb he found her. To see those faces, he would spoil her with whatever she wanted. Food, poison, rare medicines, it was all within his grasp. For a withering look, he would search for it. For a smile or a laugh he would lavish it upon her no matter the cost.
As he tangled his tongue with hers he thought of the different ways he could favor her and take care of her. He could give her everything she could ever want. A clinic, a hospital, a room filled with the rarest herbs in the region. She need only to ask for it and he would hand it over gladly. It didn't matter what his brother thought. He would spoil her relentlessly if only she would let him. For now he would give her his suggestive glances, his puzzles and mysteries and now, he would claim her.
Maybe that made him no better than her father. He wanted no one else to have her. So by taking away her chastity he would make it so no one could take her from him. The thought scared him. It made him pause and pull away for just a moment.
He didn't want to end up like Lakan and Fengxian. He didn't want to take her value from the world. For women, their wombs carried their worth. Their pretty faces and style attracted the men in their lives. The way they flourished could go in the present and the future was dependent on a man's choice to take or not to. He couldn't do that to her.
As he pulled back he heard a whimper, and then he felt her grip tighten on his shoulders. When he peered down into her face he was taken aback by the sheer heat he saw there. He heard from others about the way she seemed to be in pure bliss at the most recent garden party. The way she had licked her lips, moaned into the soup bowl and then stared into it like it had brought her the most exquisite pleasure to try. It had been a poison of course, but he had been so sad to have missed it. If the look on her face was anything close to the look she had given that bowl, he would gladly die a thousand deaths happily. In this moment all it did was fuel his heat. She wanted this too.
There was no hesitation now. He smashed their lips together. Forcing his tongue into her mouth as he tugged at the ties holding her dress together. Her clothing fell open and he sat back to finally see her. Her under garments covered her well, but he could see the swell of her small breasts and the curve of her hips. Her skin was flushed from his attention. Her body shifting as he stared in awe.
She tried to say his name, but he stopped her. He put a finger to his lips. He didn't want her to say anything, he just wanted to enjoy seeing her as she was. He had always seen her as she was. MaoMao was complicated but simple. There were things that brought her joy, but her analytical brain could interfere with her feelings. This was especially true because understanding the feelings of others was an exercise in which she was not very adept.
He didn't want to complicate this moment. He wanted her to feel, not think. He reached to untie her undergarments. When he took them down she was breathing hard. Her skin was so soft, so smooth. Every breath made her perfect shaped breasts rise and fall. Her pretty nipples hardened in the cool air. He didn't bother waiting to see what she was going to do, he reached forward and kissed her skin.
He started at her neck. He touched his lips to it before letting his tongue come out. She tasted of dried herbs and the incense they used at the Verdigris House. It wasn't off putting, quite the opposite. He was sick of rich fragrances. He much preferred how simple she smelled and tasted.
Slowly, he worked his way from one side of her neck to the other. Then he moved down her chest. One hand came up to hold her breast. He massaged the flesh there. There wasn't much, but it was enough. It was soft to the touch. Jinshi molded it to his palm. He had to remind himself that he had to do so gently. He massaged the flesh there, stopping to rub her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled the nub back and forth.
In response he heard her let out a tiny mewl. It spurned him further. With trembling courage he took the opposite breast into his mouth. It was small enough that if he opened his mouth wide enough the whole thing could possibly fit inside, he bathed his tongue over the sensitive bud. Beneath him MaoMao gave him a long suffering breath with a huff at the end.
He wondered what it would take to make her cry out his name. Would she yowl like a little kitten? Would she whisper his name in reverence or would she chase the birds and critters away with her cries. He was desperate to find out.
Moving down her belly now, he licked and lapped at the exposed skin. Beneath him, his kitten placed a hand on his head. It trembled where she touched him, like she was deciding between gripping his hair or stroking it. He wanted to stoke her passion past her thinking. He wanted her to scratch at his back, grip his hair, wrap her legs around him and never let go. Bruise him, scar him…leave her mark so that it was clear he was hers just as she was his. Maybe he was a masochist in that way, but he would bear it proudly. He didn't need a subservient woman. He would gladly take MaoMao's withering stare and cynical comments. It turned him on. It made him burn for her.
Even now, his erection was beginning to ache with need. He was weeping at the tip. He probably wouldn't last long at this rate. The moment he entered her body he would probably explode. As he nuzzled his way past her belly and into the nest of hair there, he knew that for certain.
The dampness surprised him. She was just as needy as he was. The hair there was so wet his fingers slid through it with ease. Finding the slit, he traced his fingers through the wetness. He pressed his fingers forward, finding her entrance effortlessly. She tensed at this. So he took his time. He ran his fingers back and forth, taking a moment to circle her clit, making her mewl again. He watched as more of her nectar pooled at her entrance.
He could barely resist. He pressed forward, one finger and first. She was burning hot on the inside and tight. More than tight, she gripped his finger and pulled, her body adjusting to the intrusion. He slid easily inside her though. Her wetness allowed him to push and pull his finger in and out of her with little trouble. When he added the second finger his precious kitten bucked up and tensed. He waited for her, knowing it was probably stretching her too far at the moment. He didn't want to hurt her. When things progressed he wanted things to be as easy as possible. So he took his time, this was important to him and for her.
When she softened beneath his touch he pushed forward, widening his fingers as he did. He paused and waited when she arched and tensed. He leaned back over her and kissed at her chest again to moisten her further and lessen the ache she was feeling. When he thought she was ready, he began pulling his hands away, but she stopped him. Her breath was ragged, her eyes dazed and passion ridden. He stared into her eyes as she ground down onto the digits further, holding his gaze as she did. He pushed his fingers deeper inside of her, clearly watching as she rotated her hips looking for friction.
She looked so naughty at that moment. Her lips parted seductively. Her cheeks flushed and her pretty eyes begged him for more. He gave in to her. He couldn't deny her that. Instead he curled his fingers inside of her and he plunged them in and out. Her gasps came quicker. When he twisted the digits around she let out a choked off moan. Finally, when he pulled them out and forced them back in, he watched as her eyes screwed shut and she arched under his touch. Her mouth dropped open in a silent cry and she came all over his hand.
He couldn't take it anymore. Now with her looking as delectable as she did. Her back arched, her skin flushed, her breathing shallow. His apothecary was exquisite. He didn't think, he didn't doubt himself. Instead he opened his robes and exposed himself to the charged air between them.
When she came down from her high, she opened her eyes and they went right to his manhood. Her blue orbs went wide for a moment and he understood why. He may appear feminine, but that was only his face. The rest of him was all man. A body hardened by martial arts training and a manhood that was well endowed and at attention.
Lifting her legs again, he positioned himself between her thighs and made eye contact with her. He wanted to be sure this was what they both wanted, not just something the childish side of him craved. The look his kitten gave him told him everything he needed to know. She sat up on her elbows and watched as he pushed the head of his cock into her entrance.
She winced for a moment and he paused, knowing that his fingers didn't compare to this. He waited for her though, even though her tight heat was maddening to him. They took it a step at a time. Her signaling that she was adjusting to him, sweating and panting as he pushed forward.
When he was flush to her hips, they both stopped, breathing heavy and sweat soaked. They took a second and their lips came together again, this time, passionately. She reached and curled her dainty hand around his neck, while he supported the back of her head with his.
A moment later, she pulled away and looked down at their connected bodies, eyes greedy and sparkling. She only looked at herbs and poisons like that. But here she was staring down at his cock engulfed inside of her, ready and willing. She was going to break what little control he had.
Pulling away, he pushed back inside slowly. He wanted to test her tolerance, to see what he she could take from him. When she let out a breathy moan, he knew she was okay with taking him. He increased his speed. Her body met his hunger. Her thighs spread a little wider and her eyes fluttered close in pleasure.
He shouldn't have looked up to see her expression. The way her pretty lips parted and her normally sharp eyes pooled in need. He was lost. He normally would rebel against such a feeling, but she always did have a way of undoing him.
Planting a hand near her head he leaned further against her smaller body. His other hand went around her back and held her firm. He didn't have time to think about it. Instead he rutted into her. He let his body take charge. He sunk into her over and over taking her with deep long strokes. Sweat gathered along his brow and he tried to be gentle with her. He didn't want to pound her into the ground. Not for her first time. He wasn't completely cruel.
Beneath him, she lifted her hips to hip. Her arms came to clutch him around his shoulders. Her hot breath cascading over his shoulder and making his skin sensitive. Oh how he loved how she didn't speak, but her body gave away all he needed to know. At one point she let go of him, leaning back, her back bowing and her chest rising. He switched to both his arms wrapping around her waist. He rutted deeper into her. She mewled and twisted in his grasp.
He loved seeing her like this. She was absorbed in the pleasure. Her normal state was altered by everything her body was telling her. He liked that he could throw her off guard like this. And now, he was the only one who could.
“Jin-” his attention snapped to her as she almost uttered his name. It wasn't his true name, but it would do for now. It was really how his kitten looked as she spoke. Her eyes had shifted to a darker shade of blue. Her bangs stuck to her forehead and her thighs spread wider in anticipation. With another thrust he saw what she wanted. She wanted it harder. Her body curled into him, her legs coming up to support herself further.
The realization hit him and before he could help himself he was pulling out of her and turning her around. He didn't want her to take advantage of this situation. No, he wanted her helpless. He wanted her so enthralled by their connection that she could do nothing but mumble incoherently.
Thankfully, she was light. She needed to gain weight. She would fill out nicely with a few more pounds. For now, it played to his advantage. He bent her in half at the waist and forced her back down onto his cock. As she connected his hips she let out a low cry. He held her by her thighs and fucked her in the air. She held onto his wrists, her tongue falling from her mouth. Every time he brought her down she let out a low growling huff. Her insides squeezed him, milking him. He wouldn't last much longer. Not with the way her pussy hugged him.
That was fine. If she wanted it like this. He would give in to her desire. He was trying to be careful with her because it was her first time. Clearly, though she wasn't one to do anything half way. She wanted him and all his strength. He slammed her back down and brutally fucked her. He rutted her so fast and hard her jaw locked and drool escaped the corners of her mouth. She tried uttering his name, but she could barely get it out. But he could tell she enjoyed it, by the way she gripped him and moistened around his already throbbed member.
Finally, he felt the impending end coming. It built like a fire in his belly till he couldn't take it anymore. He thought about pulling away. To fill her was to run the risk of pregnancy. However, he couldn't help it. He wanted to fill her. He wanted her to be his inside and out. By marking her insides with his seed, she would not be able to deny it. Filling her womb would be his greatest pleasure. She could devise a way to prevent her pregnancy later. For now, he wanted nothing more than to give her his very essence.
He didn't hesitate. Instead he put her down on her knees and pounded into her relentlessly until his orgasm shot from him like a cannon. Beneath him she quivered, a strangled cry getting past her clenched teeth. When he thought she was undone, he felt the liquid sliding down her thighs. Pulling back to watch as his own cock shook and released, he saw her squirting around him. The liquid bubbled and ran down the inside of her thighs. What he wouldn't give to see this every night from this moment forward. He'd permeated her to the point of no return and her body had yielded to him. She had yielded so much so that it had caused her to involuntarily offer her own orgasm. Perhaps the sight moved him to a point past possession. He was watching the way her creamy skin stretched and breathed beneath his touch and for a moment he thought of how beautiful she would look marked by him. To see something that showed others to whom she belonged, it made his cock engorge all over again. Before he could help it, he leaned over and bit into her shoulder. Her pretty pale skin was so smooth and soft. It allowed his teeth to sink in without resistance. She shivered and groaned at the contact, but she didn't fight it or try to shake him off.
For a moment they stayed like that, him buried to the hilt and her breathing heavy on her knees. When he pulled away he took note of the mixture of their fluids together. He would have to make sure she was cleaned and taken care of properly. She would most likely be sore for a while. Falling to the side, he took her with him. They used their clothing as a bed for a moment, basking in the afterglow of the moment.
He curled around her smaller body, kissing at her neck and cheeks, while she breathed heavily, an arm thrown over her eyes. He would probably take her back to the waterfall to wash their clothes and their nether regions. For now though, this was bliss.
“Maomao…” her eyes fell to him and he watched them come back to their usual bright blue. She was already turning over what had gone on between them. He could see her inner monologue going. She didn't know it, but he watched her sometimes when this happened. She could be walking along and he found it fascinating how she clearly was speaking to herself or organizing her thoughts like it didn't show on her perfectly heart shaped face.
When her mouth opened to say something, he smiled and kissed her quiet. She didn't need to speak. They always seemed to communicate without too many words anyway. She wanted to say something heartfelt, but that wasn't in her nature. She didn't need to anyway. If she thought he would leave her behind or discard her, he wouldn't. He was already prepared to give her an entire wing to his home for whatever she wanted. “I will go to the waterfall and bring you back water. Stay here.” When he moved, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him back. She shook her head lightly.
That made him smile further. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her beneath him to keep her warm. People were probably looking for him and worried sick, but he could take a few minutes to lay with her and guard her body against the cooling air. His eyes closed in contentment. Maybe they could speak on the subject later and decide how they were going to move forward. For now. He hummed to her as she turned into him.
~Owari~