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The palace archive was awfully quiet. No attendants were present and even the workers were sent out by none other than the Moon Prince.
A number of citizens in the capital had been succumbing to a strange flu-like illness. Although not deadly, it left people bedridden for two weeks and weakened their constitution afterward. Not wanting the disease to reach the palace, the two were currently researching how to extinguish the illness or at least contain it.
Maomao held a book in one hand, reading aloud while jotting down notes on a piece of parchment.
“The symptoms are rashes, high fever, coughing and sudden weakness.”
“Maomao.”
She did not look up.
Jinshi called her name repeatedly. He loved being in his apothecary’s presence even when she ignored him, but this time he was clingy. He moved to sit beside her, peeking at the book she was reading.
“So insects could carry diseases, especially during the hottest of days. We should prepare some insect repellents then?”
Maomao nods in agreement.
“That would help, but it might be hard to distribute. People might use too much and poison themselves.”
Jinshi nods in agreement.
“Who knew just a bite is enough to infect.”
Maomao briefly glanced at him as she murmured.
“I’ve told you before that saliva can be poisonous.”
A glint of mischievousness flashed in Jinshi’s eyes. Maomao noticed and felt a shiver down her spine.
Jinshi brought his fingers closer, adjusting her garb and revealing more of the crook of her neck. Maomao tried to push him away but failed.
His obsidian eyes met her blue ones. Unable to help herself, she cupped his face and caressed his scarred cheek. Jinshi smiled before pressing a kiss on her lips.
“Can you tell me how saliva can be poisonous?”
She gulps, nodding as Jinshi gets down on her neck sinking, his teeth into the soft skin. He lightly sucked and licked, leaving her breathless.
The book was already discarded on the table. Maomao’s hand threaded through Jinshi’s hair as she tilted her head to give him more access.
Jinshi pulled back and kissed along her jawline. “Tell me if you want to stop now. Otherwise, I won’t be able to stop later.
Maomao opened her eyes, watching him. His question echoed in her mind. Did she want this? She didn’t know…. But she didn’t want him to stop.
“Jinshi,” she said softly, making him look at her.
“Kiss me.”
He didn’t need to ask more. He turned her chair toward him and pressed his lips to hers. Their kiss deepened, slow and passionate. Maomao sucked on his lower lip, and he moaned in response. She slipped her tongue past his lips, their breaths tangling.
Jinshi tilted her chin upward to deepen the kiss. His other hand traveled down her garment. “May I?”
Maomao pulled back from the kiss and nodded.
“I want it with you.”
He began to undress her, leaving her in her dudou.
Feeling shy, Maomao tried to cover herself. Jinshi undid the knots of her inner garment, letting it fall into her lap.
“You’re beautiful, Maomao.” Jinshi takes her hand and presses it on his bulge. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
She nodded, giving him a slight squeeze. “Master Jinshi, someone might walk in.”
He leaned in to capture one of her nipples in his mouth while he twirled one of it with his fingers. “Gaoshun won’t let them.”
She relaxed, trusting Gaoshun’s competence. Her hands snaked around his neck as she tilted her head back, moaning softly.
Jinshi watched in fascination as she emitted those noises. He pinched her nipple, wanting to see how that would affect her. Her back arched instantly, and she shot him a glare. He laughed and trailed kisses down her stomach and thighs, parting her legs.
“Why am I the only one naked, Master Jinshi?”
He laughed before smearing some of her juices onto his finger before tasting it.
“We’ll get there, my love.”
Jinshi scooped Maomao up and carried her to the table, laying her there before getting in between her legs, leaning down to pressed kisses on her pussy. Maomao let out a loud exhale from pleasure, her hand moving towards his hair, grabbing a chunk of it, pushing him closer to her.
His lips moved towards her sensitive clit, latching around it, sucking it softly while his fingers ghost around her entrance.
“This is the last time I’ll ask,” Jinshi said, looking up at her with a smirk even as his thumb circled her entrance. “Are you sure?”
Jinshi looked at her face while he continued to assault her clit with his tongue, flicking them. While the pad of his thumb circled around the entrance. Maomao moaned loudly, giving him a nod, indicating a yes.
Jinshi smirks at her reaction as he teases. “You should use your words, Maomao”
“Master Jinshi, stop teasing,” Maomao whimpered, her face flushed a deep red. “I want you. Just... do it.”
Jinshi chuckles as he inserts a finger inside.
“Another please.”
He obeys adding another digit inside, feeling her warm and wet cavern.
Maomao arches her back from the pleasure. Jinshi pulled his face back to watch his lover enjoy the pleasure he’s given.
Jinshi continued to thrust his finger in and out, stretching her as much as she could. He moved his fingers in a circular manner in between. Once he could feel her relax, he discarded off his robe, freeing his cock. Maomao’s eyes widened as she watched him, her breath hitching when he rubbed his tip against her.
Jinshi positioned the cock, in front of her entrance, his tip rubbing against her entrance, making Maomao purr.
“Ready?”
She gave a frantic nod.
Jinshi pushed halfway inside, causing a sharp gasp of pain to escape her lips. She waited a few seconds for the sensation to settle, then began to move her hips against him. Taking the cue, Jinshi buried himself deep, finding a steady, driving rhythm.
He gripped her hips, thrusting faster. Maomao sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck and seeking his mouth with hers. As he adjusted his angle, he hit a sensitive spot that made Maomao bite his lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood.
As they both neared the peak, Jinshi leaned into her ear, his voice ragged. “I’m close. Where do you want it?”
Maomao clung to his biceps, her nails digging into his skin. “Inside. I want it inside. Please.”
A few more frantic thrusts and they both collapsed into each other. Panting, Maomao immediately began looking around the table, her mind already calculating how much time they had to clean the mess before someone grew suspicious.
“Maomao…. Maomao.”
She finally turned her attention back to the prince still hovering over her
“Are you really alright with me... staying inside?” he asked cautiously.
Maomao sat up as he withdrew, and they began to dress in a comfortable, quiet rhythm.
“I do not regret it,” Maomao said, straightening the books and wiping the table with her kerchief. “But if I do end up pregnant, you will simply have to marry me.”
Jinshi blushed furiously but immediately wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. “I’d marry you with or without a child, Maomao.”
“Gaoshun…” the Emperor began.
“Why were you not allowing anyone into the archive room this afternoon?”
Gaoshun’s face darkened as he recalled the events.
The Emperor burst into laughter.
“I cannot believe I have stayed to guard two generations of royals doing it in a public place.”