While following this complicated and winding pathway that is my immortal life, I’ve come to realize a thing or two. I’ve observed regardless of age, gender, station, or cultivation, all as in everyone has points of moral deficiency. And more often than naught, those moments result in certain shameful aspects of their lives, some dubious elements of their existence that they wish they could simply erase.
I’m no different. I might be one of the worse.
I have a dark history bursting with many instances lacking much-needed virtue. I wish my memories of those times could leave my brain and vanish into thin air, so I regard it only reasonable that Ye Hua would too, and he does.
Ye Hua has changed.
He’s far from being the squeaky clean young Crown Prince he used to be. Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise and better this way since we now stand on even ground. Finally, we have equal footing. In a sense, my shameful past activities with his brother Mo Yuan doesn’t make me the only one lacking moral discretion between him and me.
I became aware during our separation; he maintained an eventful life full of… He was preoccupied with an atmosphere abundant in…
How should I phrase this correctly, so it lacks criticism and doesn’t sound judgemental? Let’s just say my young husband led a colorful life full of ‘self-exploration’ and loneliness, or perhaps it’s better fitting to say being alone was never an issue for him.
He had a different female companion nearly every night, and his disdain for his harem was something of late. How do I know? Call it Dongmei’s parting gift to me. I became explicitly and thoroughly familiarized with all the sordidly lascivious incidents that occurred during the past three hundred years through a comprehensive diary, she kept.
For all those years, most faithfully, she had entered with immense detail his habits, in particular, all Ye Hua’s sexual practices and behavior throughout her profoundly bitter and miserable marriage with him. The driving motivation for her to keep such an account? I can only imagine it was her endless resentment and disappointment in him, their loveless marriage, plus her hatred towards me.
It was her little secret diary of intrigues.
I’m sure she had hoped to send it to me one day on Kunlun Mountain. And if I know her twisted mind as well as I do, she’d probably have sent it to me, beautifully gift wrapped on my birthday.
Dongmei’s present is an explicitly lewd pornographic book of which I’m convinced; Ye Hua isn’t aware of its existence. Had he known, he would have destroyed it undoubtedly. However, after her untimely death, the servants found it first hidden in her residence before delivering it to my palace the Pavilion of Peonies, later it ended up on my breakfast table right next to my favorite jasmine tea.
Curiosity killed the cat, but it also entangles a foolhardy Fox. My morbid curiosity got the best of me because I opened it, and while staring at her written records, which were more like a detailed screenplay than a memoir, I was utterly awestruck.
The Ugly Beauty, the title is appropriate because it’s something hauntingly beautiful created for an ugly cause. Yet still, I couldn’t help but marvel even respect the extraordinary level of dedication Dongmei had put forth into the log.
The eloquently provoking terms she used to describe the serving concubine or, in some cases, plural concubines, the beautiful mistresses involved along with the exact times, dates, trivial facts such as the wines enjoyed by the participants while fornicating is a marvel of literary expertise.
She described the heady sandalwood and jasmine perfumed oils, the provocatively revealing lingeries the women wore. Artist renditions such as sketched illustrations of Ye Hua reveling in his sexual pursuits coupled with her words painted a vividly clear picture.
Dongmei from the grave answered all my inquiries. She gave me the shocking answers to the questions, I was too terrified to know and knew better than to ask. Never ask a question if you don’t or can’t handle hearing the hurtful reply.
And I must be a glutton for punishment because I read and re-read it over a dozen times since it landed in my hands. How did it make me feel to know that the man who swore devotion to me had given himself away so freely to so many others? How did it make me feel to know without an inkling of doubt, I was but one woman out of the hundreds who had felt the pleasure of him deeply burrowed inside them?
I would be lying if I didn’t say it hurt like hell as if I had swallowed a corrosive agent like acid that gnawed at the pit of my stomach. And it made me realize that he, that Ye Hua didn’t belong to me solely anymore. The mutual sense of belonging that once bound us presently seems nonexistent.
That’s precisely how it was for me, but now I’m wondering how he’ll respond after seeing everything written out.. so plainly in the severest of blackest inks. How will Ye Hua feel after seeing the undeniable black and white staring back at him?
The distinct strokes of Dongmei’s calligraphy look sharp enough to slice through the tense air around us. Her painted words are soundless accusations, harsh against the blanched sheet white of the parchment. Still, nothing could look as severe as his angrily clenched hand that appears as if it might destroy the book’s fine binding.
He hasn’t noticed, but I’ve been standing here a while. From the entryway, I study the troubled cast on his expressive face that spoke volumes and precisely matched the tension in his tightly fisted grasp. His usually composed exterior openly displays fierce flashes of an impending tempest like thunder before a downpour.
Ye Hua is engrossed while silently seething so much, so he fails to hear me reappear in the bed-chamber after settling little Yingpei between Changchang and A-Li. I move towards him but hesitatingly because he appears too much like his twin Mo Yuan when angered that it takes a little to gather my nerve before I’m able to put on my happiest face, casually walk towards him and speak to gain his attention.
I say, “Our little fouth, Yingpei has calmed down and fast asleep with our other children.” After glancing around the empty room, I declare, “I’m glad you dismissed the harem so I can have you all to myself, your Grace.”
Then with my most beguiling Fox smile, I seductively sauntered towards the bed where he’s remained since my departure, purring like a kitten I hum sultrily, “Now where were we before we were interrupted by our naughty son, your Grace?”
His silent reply is a resentful glare that would make most run the other way. Such a display of hostility, this might be a first, but Ye Hua is so enraged that his piercing gaze never leaves my face even when I drop my silk robe to the floor and undress to full nudity.
A wavelet of nervousness runs through me, my sexuality has never failed me, but grievously it does now. His brusque tone barely conceals his rage when he questions, and his words come out in controlled hisses between tightly clenched teeth, “Qian Qian, where did this come from, and why is it here by your bedside… No, why is it hidden under your pillow?!”
The severe caustic tone of his speech makes my skin crawl because it reminds me too much of his older brother’s, and yes, I used to anger Mo Yuan regularly, so it’s a tone of which I’m well familiar. Since he sounds like his brother, I apply a tactic I often used with Mo Yuan and play dumb. Ignoring his anxiety-inducing interrogation, I ask. “Ye Hua, how much hair did little fourth pull? I thought for sure that you would have a bald spot.”
“Did you know our Yingpei had that kind of verve in him?” My upbeat voice bubbles with fake delight as I divert his question with a question before answering myself, “He must inherit that terrible Fox temper from his mother, me.”
Then using all my sex appeal, I lower my body to the bed, teasingly touch, cup my massive breasts as I creep on my bare knees until I’m straddling his lap and frown to find him flaccid. I caress his flushed cheek softly with my fingertips while disregarding the way his dark nearly black eyes are boring into my face and say, “Ye Hua, the past is the past and has no bearings on our future. I don’t care about what happened while I was gone. I missed you, and I don’t want to waste any more time when I could be making love to you.”
I say this because it’s the truth. Yet its a blow to my ego when my puckered mouth fails to reach his, instead he retreats away, glares me down, and half growls, “Answer me now!” Ye Hua demands while shaking the book in his grasp, “Where did this come from, and why the hell did you leave personal remarks by certain concubines? Why are you tracking their menstrual cycles?!”
“What does it matter? As Empress, it’s my role to oversee your harem. I just figured you should have more children, and some of the women are suitable candidates.” I answer, however, Ye Hua, like a turtle snaps before I can finish and declares, “The only woman who will ever carry my children is you! Do you understand that! I’m never going to be with anyone but you!”
His fierce expression changes into one of desperation. “Qian Qian. I know you, and you’re going to use this book as a reason to leave me, aren’t you? You’re looking for someone to replace you.”
The melancholy and despair in his eyes render it impossible to tell him the truth. He wouldn’t be able to handle it. How can I explain that Dongmei’s poisonous passages had seeped into me? How to I tell him, her toxin had trickled into my body down into my womb, thus creating new confusion in my Fox’s body.
I can’t, so I lie. “Ye Hua, I’m old, and I had seven miscarriages in a row. I might be barren. Look, I don’t want to argue.”
Tenderly taking his flushed cheeks between both hands, I pull his face to mine and tell him, “I’m never leaving you. The only way I’ll be apart from you again is death. What do I have to do to prove my love and commitment to you?”
“Please…” My earnest request comes out in a strained whisper. “Please let me love you and remind your body that I’m your woman.” I urge before gathering his trembling lips with mine and slowly run my tongue along the seam of his mouth. He remains still in resistance, but it’s not long before I feel his hands move to both sides of my hips as he opens his mouth for me.
“Thank you, Ye Hua.” Lightly like a feather upon his shapely mouth falls, my breathy murmur before my tongue enters his mouth, tastes him as we savor each other in soft, gliding passes and strokes. While our caressing tongues make love, my hands rake through his long silky hair, because his luscious mouth is only the starting point.
I need much more.
Breaking our kiss, “Please,” I plead. “I want to taste you. All of you.” The moan that comes from him is deep and husky. Ye Hua drops, presses his forehead to mine, and groans as his sex rises underneath me.
“Qian Qian…” Hoarsely he murmurs my name then explains. “I know it looks terrible, but I swear. I never forgot about you or let you go. I lied to myself, but I couldn’t release you.”
There is so much sadness and honesty, in his confession that it triggers the waterworks. To hide my eyes that have begun to swell with tears, I move from his lap to his side and teasingly kiss his broad shoulders before settling my lips around his pebbled nipples.
“Ye Hua, let me taste you again. Mark me from the inside.” I whisper, and the need in my voice comes through loud and clear. My breath bounces off the olive-toned skin of his perfectly sculpted abdomen. Instantly, his hands become gentle fingers in my hair, and he guides me home towards his waiting member.
The swollen head of him round, fat, and glistening with a need jumps when I encircle my hand at the base of his shaft after stroking his pubic hair and heavy balls full of his seed. While growing wet and needy between the thighs, I savor the moment and marvel at his massive sex before deeply inhaling, breathing the musky scent of him that’s of a pure alpha male.
Still breathing in his manly fragrance, I stroke the smooth, long, and hard length of him while gently blowing air against the fattened head—his body trembles as shiver ripples through his taut, sculpted abdomen. Sweet Heavens! There aren’t words to describe such temptation. He’s perfect, and a sense of pride washes over me, knowing this beautiful man is mine for the taking, and feeling him shake in my hands further ignites the fire burning in my core.
“Tell me, Ye Hua,” I ask while blowing air on the clear but sweet liquid dripping crown and slowly running my wet tongue along the heavily veined underside of his thick arousal. I inquire, “Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it.”
With his hands knotted in my hair, Ye Hua grunts. His panting words break and pause every time my tongue licks up his shaft. “I want.. to be yours… I need to.. be in your mouth. Qian Qian, suck my cock.”
What he wants is mutual, and I comply. He gasps for air then moans deep and throaty when I cover and take the head of his length into my mouth in one stroke. With the crown of his sex in my mouth, my tongue flicks into the tiny juice spilling slit, and the heady taste of his precum is so sweet that it makes me light-headed, starving for more.
Overcome and soaring in a lust-fueled impulse, I continue to roll my lapping flattened tongue encompassing the head before swirling under the mushroom cap-like top. As I do, there’s a lascivious savage awakening inside me. I want to eat him up and swallow him wholly to make him forget anyone other than me, and maybe he can read my mind because he says. “Qian Qian… I love you.”
Only my sweet Ye Hua would say such a thing in the midst of being sucked off by me. My eyes begin to water again as I open myself to him, sucking him deeper into my mouth then my throat until I take all of him. Every inch of him into me, I inhale him down in total possession.
With my knees firmly burrowed into the bed, I devour all of him as he thrusts into my mouth. The arousing noises of his profound pleasure echo in my ears with the wet slurry sound coming from my lips. There’s a part of me that wishes he would never come so that I could suck on him forever, but abruptly Ye Hua pulls me off his slick saliva covered sex and says, “Qian Qian, I want to see your face.”
He tells me before laying me down on the bed and then straddles my neck, so his lengthy arousal is directly in my face. He’s beyond thick and ready. The wide circumference, the girth of his cock is enlarged and leaking for me. All and just for me. The temptation, the offering is too great. My desire overwhelms me as I greedily suck him deep into my mouth, feverishly working my tongue simultaneously on the swollen crown, reveling in the intoxicating taste of him.
“Oh.. Qian Qian.. too good. You feel so damn good.” He growls when I dig and scratch my nails down his taut, muscular thighs as he steadily penetrates my gaping mouth.
Ye Hua has grown into his body. He isn’t as broad as Mo Yuan, but he’s just as muscular. He’s driving me crazy with desire, and the juices of my arousal drip down my inner thigh, watching his rocking body dwarf mine. He covers me entirely. I love being eclipsed by his powerful physique kneeling over my face dominating me, marking me to him, while I take more of him into my throat until his heavy balls bottom out on my chin.
He’s that deep, but I want more and fight the urge to choke and gag. His immense size is a strain, but I’m frantic with lust taking more and more delighting in the sensation of being overloaded by him. My mouth is open too wide, but the masculine flavor and musky scent of him makes me moan around his throbbing flesh. I can feel my pussy quiver with want when Ye Hua pumps into my mouth harder.
The further he pushes himself into me, I feel a coiled tightness in my core. It feels as if I’m going to climax just from the act of pleasing him, and his deep velvety voice propels me there when he grunts, “This is for you, Qian Qian… Swallow all of me.” and I do.
Only he could do this to me without a single touch. Just through sucking his fat juicy cock, he takes me to the edge, to the precipice, and I can’t believe I’m cumming. Gasping around his swollen pulsating member, I concentrate on keeping my jaw slacked when my peak overcomes me at the same time his hot seed hits the back of my throat and saturates my body.
My name like an urgent prayer bequeaths from his tongue with his liquid release. Ye Hua’s hand is still fisted in my hair while his girthy pulsating cock, jerks, and throbs overflowing my mouth moreover with his essence.
Ye Hua’s sweet, heated liquid runs down my throat into my body like a purifying anti-venom. Savoring every drop, I swallow while silently praying that it washes every trace of Mo Yuan off me. There’s so much volume that it’s as if he’s spilled his soul into me, but I keep sucking even after he’s given me everything.
I’m still greedily licking Ye Hua while staring intently into his eyes. “Did you orgasm while you were sucking on me?” He askes in a voice full of disbelief, and when I nod my head that I did, his already dark eyes turn coal black. “I thought so. That is so damn sexy! Do you have any idea how much I love you?”
His spent manhood twitches with new life when Ye Hua grumbles and declares, but it’s more of a promise or threat when he states. “My wife, you are in big, big, BIG trouble now.” After pausing to lick his chops as if I were his next meal, he growls, “It’s my turn to taste you. Open your thighs and show me your sweet pussy.” And I do.
To be continued…