D-3
Seventeen slowly strolled around the lower level of Kunlun Mountain. She removed her shoes, closed her eyes and felt the heated surface under her feet. Seventeen threw her shoes aside, sat and dangled her feet in one of the cooling ponds.
Seventeen sighed deeply.
Contrary to Seventeen’s troubled, dark heart. This was a place of tranquility, calm and peace. The refreshing sound of the rapidly running waterfall filled her ears but failed to drown out her profound sorrow. The hidden cavern, the keeper, and revealer of Seventeen’s tragic past. The bad history she wanted to forget forever.
The day before, in the secret cave. Seventeen regained all her memories in an instant. She and Ye Hua were making love when her mind’s deadbolt safe lock cracked and revealed everything she’d buried and forgotten. The cave was the original place of Seventeen’s greatest heartbreak. The lonely spot where her Shifu, Mo Yuan, brutally refused and left her alone, broken and crying. The dark, cold, isolated area where Seventeen’s heart gave in and surrendered and determined to turn off her love for her beautiful Shifu, whom she’d loved since she first set her sights on him.
Seventeen’s aching feelings felt raw and fresh, still.
Her Shifu, Mo Yuan was unaware, that Seventeen secretly returned to the cave often, when he thought she was with Li Jing. Seventeen never felt affections for Li Jing, but merely put on the pretense to give the illusion, she’d moved on from her love for Mo Yuan. But in actuality, Seventeen returned to the solitary cave often and cried for hours. The secret cavern behind the waterfall was Seventeen’s private place of seclusion and refuge.
Her lonely place of abandonment.
For 300 years after, Mo Yuan’s excruciatingly stern refusal of Seventeen’s body and love, Seventeen secretly wept daily. Often several times a day. Seventeen purposely distanced herself from Mo Yuan to hide her swollen red eyes. The more her Shifu watched Seventeen, the more she shrouded and hid from Mo Yuan.
20,000 years of continuous rejection was enough to shrivel and wither even the most ardent love.
Seventeen buried her real feelings and behaved as a model student for 300 hundred years. Seventeen avoided her Shifu, afraid she’d fall back into her old routine of her well-practiced begging and pleading. Seventeen was always a mere second away from groveling for Mo Yuan’s love, again. Still.
Seventeen never stopped craving her Shifu, Mo Yuan’s affections, until her death. Her choice to save her Shifu from the Bell of the East Emperor wasn’t entirely selfless. Seventeen wanted to die. She wanted to be free of her captive love for Mo Yuan. Death was the final and everlasting escape from the imprisonment of the consuming pain of one-sided love. An unreturned and unrequited love.
In an instant, all of Seventeen’s forgotten pictures, emotions and feelings flooded her mind, brain, and senses. Suddenly, she was the same rejected lovesick girl, she’d been before her death. Seventeen wanted to run away. She wanted to hide. She fought the desire to surrender to Mo Yuan, tooth and nail, terrified. If Seventeen were to accept Mo Yuan and he suddenly took back his love or changed his mind after he’d had her, Seventeen couldn’t endure his rejection again.
Seventeen didn’t want to taste Mo Yuan’s love, out of fear, she’d die without it.
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Just as Seventeen was somber, strangely Jīnlóng was also quiet. Jīnlóng’s gaze reflected Seventeen’s eyes with the same unspoken lamenting.
Seventeen wordlessly summoned the last bottle of aphrodisiac she’d gotten from Ye Hua. She gulped the content swiftly. Seventeen reached down and tore a long strip of silk from the hem of her gown. Seventeen lifted the silk piece to her lips and used her sharp Fox teeth, to tear the single silken material into two. Seventeen silently undressed and handed one piece of the silky material to Jīnlóng. Seventeen then blindfold herself with the remaining part of the textile strip. Seventeen turned her back towards Jīnlóng and put her hands behind her back.
Seventeen said, “Jīnlóng, tie my wrists together, tightly. Today, I’m yours for the taking.”
Seventeen heard Jīnlóng suck in a breath of surprise, before hesitantly wrapping the smooth material around her wrists, loosely.
Seventeen instructed, “Tighter.” and felt Jīnlóng pull the strand of silk firmly.
After she was bound, Seventeen felt her body carefully being lead towards the bed. Seventeen felt weak-kneed and the strength in her legs vanished. Blindfolded, the sounds in the silent room sharpened and intensified. Jīnlóng’s breathing came out in heavy panting puffs. Seventeen felt the heat exuding from Jīnlóng, on both sides of her body and knew she was standing in-between Jīnlóng’s open legs. Seventeen’s keen and in-tuned senses heard the subtle noise of the bed shift slightly when Jīnlóng sat on the edge. Jīnlóng tenderly, deliberately ran her hands all over Seventeen’s body. Slowly, exploring and caressing Seventeen’s responsive surface. Seventeen’s skin felt more reactive, hyper-sensitive and all the hairs on her body, involuntarily stood on ends from the physical sensation.
Without her sight, Seventeen fully absorbed and experienced Jīnlóng’s light touch. Jīnlóng’s hands felt bigger and stronger. When Jīnlóng’s wet probing tongue licked Seventeen’s hard nipples, Seventeen moaned and shivered.
Seventeen without her sight, Mo Yuan finally revealed himself. He couldn’t control himself. She was too beautiful. Too arousing. Mo Yuan slowly tasted Seventeen’s warm silky skin. Mo Yuan felt goosebumps rise and replace where his tongue had just been. While licking and sucking her erect, ripen, cherry-hued nipples, he ran his hands over Seventeen’s soft round bottom. Seventeen dropped her head back and moaned softly.
Mo Yuan pulled Seventeen into his lap, positioned his thick shaft, guided and sat her down on him. The moist heat and narrowness of Seventeen’s lower treasure, when Mo Yuan entered Seventeen were exquisite. Unbelievable. Mo Yuan laid back and watched as Seventeen provocatively, sensuously, erotically straddled his body. Seventeen gyrated, slithered and tilted her hips. She rhythmically rolled, shifted, swayed and then ground herself on him, repeatedly. Seventeen’s lip curled on one side as she rode Mo Yuan smoothy using only her stimulating isolated hip movements. The ride was silky, smooth and fluid-like. A constant, unending flowing current in an endless vast calm sea.
Seventeen’s arms tied back, breasts pushed out, lips parted, and slowly rolled her head back from her extreme pleasure. Seventeen moaned with every sweep of her flower against Mo Yuan’s pelvis. Mo Yuan sat up and forcefully pulled the silk strap back, so Seventeen’s body arched back severely. While holding the material in one hand, Mo Yuan grabbed Seventeen’s heart-shaped round bottom with both hands and pulled her towards his thrusts. Seventeen’s body heaved when she felt his manhood dive in deeper, further. Mo Yuan roughly pulled Seventeen, by her full bottom and ground her harder against his body. Seventeen’s flower was drenched. Juicy, wet, from Seventeen’s escalating arousal. Th expression on Seventeen’s face reflected her unbridled sexual bliss.
Seventeen moaned and groaned in one single lengthy sound. She whimpered, “How can you feel this right? You’re making me so wet. Am I pleasing? Do I make you feel as good as you make me feel? I can’t get enough. This feeling…I think of it when I touch myself when I’m alone.”
Mo Yuan pushed Seventeen up on her knees. He needed space between their bodies to penetrate and get inside her deeper. Mo Yuan released her bottom and placed his palms flat behind him for leverage. He lifted his hips up swiftly and pounded into her sizzling core. Mo Yuan grunted and panted with every heavenly upward stroke. Mo Yuan urgently licked Seventeen’s breasts and sucked her hard nipples with pressure.
Seventeen appeared to be floating in her medicated euphoric state. She screamed, “I can’t hold back. I’m ready. Get ready for my honey. It’s all your fault. My nectar is only for you.” Seventeen dropped her head and whispered in an almost inaudible tone, but Mo Yuan heard her whisper and read her lips when she said, “Shifu… My body aches for you.”
Triggered, Mo Yuan growled and instantly released his seed inside her.
Mo Yuan shot his load deep inside Seventeen, but he was still erect. Rock hard. Solid.
Mo Yuan hastily wrapped his arms around Seventeen body and fell back on his bed. Mo Yuan rolled, so he was on top. Mo Yuan swiftly lifted himself and turned Seventeen on her stomach. Mo Yuan put his arm under her lower abdomen to bring Seventeen up on her knees. Seventeen on bent knees with her arms still tied behind her back. Mo Yuan yanked the material back. Seventeen’s spine arched causing her upper body to elevated into a gradual up-slope.
Forcefully, like an animal, Mo Yuan shoved himself inside Seventeen. He growled and made sounds that sounded primal and inhuman. Seventeen groaned loudly from Mo Yuan’s frenzied ramming. Mo Yuan held onto the silken strap, and the loud sharp, sounds of his firm muscular thighs, slapping against Seventeen’s buttocks echoed and reverberated in the room. The noise from his throbbing manhood penetration inside Seventeen’s soaked candy box sounded similar to repetitive wet smacking kisses between passionate ardent lovers. The erotic visual of his thick girth entering Seventeen’s narrow, hot pink, the dew-drenched bloom was explicit, pornographic and arousing to the point of insanity.
Seventeen cried out deliriously and asked between her noises of immense pleasure, “Do you love tying me up? Seventeen moaned, purred, and begged, “I surrender to your huge manhood. Make me your sex slave. Make me beg.”
Seventeen growled in a low sultry tone as her lip curled up on one side, “I’m a bad girl who needs to be spanked, hard! Punish me like the naughty fox, I am! I need to be reminded who I belong to, harder. Lover….Make me yours!”
Mo Yuan almost came again. He struggled to hold back. Seventeen’s uninhibited sexual behavior was indescribably arousing. Mo Yuan pulled himself out of Seventeen’s wickedly bewitching bloom, to calm and pace himself. Mo Yuan penetrated Seventeen with the fingers of his left hand. Mo Yuan gave her a firm hard whack on the right side of her twin cheeks. Seventeen gasped from pain and then groaned loudly. Mo Yuan’s throbbing manhood twitched to be back inside her hot inner core. He couldn’t get enough of her tight, slim, sugar walls.
Seventeen drowning in her dreamy-intoxicated state was confused and seemed to have forgotten who she was with. She moaned, “Shifu, take me by force. I’ve been waiting for you. Hurt me. Tear me up with your massively thick full sword. Claim me. I’m ready for you. You know what to do, make me come with your hard, thick, manhood. Fill me with your sweet nectar or would you like to watch me suck you off?”
Seventeen started to scream Mo Yuan’s name repeatedly while immersed by her powerful climax.
Something inside Mo Yuan’s brain snapped, like an overly tightened zither string. He roared as he uncontrollably infiltrated Seventeen’s lower treasure like a battering ram. Mo Yuan growled like an untamed beast, panted and had one of the strongest orgasms he’d ever experienced. He came intensely and filled Seventeen’s hungry receptive core for what felt like minutes. Mo Yuan’s creamy juice filled and overflowed onto Seventeen’s outer petals. Mo Yuan couldn’t talk or think afterward. He could barely conceal his appearance. Mo Yuan shook and trembled as he untied Seventeen’s restrained wrists. There were fresh red lines, deep markings, and visible indentations from the tightly tied silk strap.
Seventeen rested on her stomach. Jīnlóng removed her blindfold, but Seventeen still had her eyes closed. Seventeen said, “Jīnlóng, I lost myself in the moment of passion. I’m too intoxicated today. Did I say anything foolish or offend you?”
Jīnlóng answered between gasping pants “No, High Goddess. Did I hurt you? You have scars on your wrists. Would you like me to massage them?”
“No, Jīnlóng. I’m going to rest. I’m so tired and exhausted today.” Seventeen replied softly.
Jīnlóng moved and gently, lovingly rubbed Seventeen’s red wrists. The angry red markings were severe and pronounced. Jīnlóng moved closer and felt something hard and small under her leg. It was the glass vial which held the love potion. Jīnlóng brought it to her nose. It was scentless. Jīnlóng put her pinky on the top and flipped the bottle upside down. The liquid drop was colorless and transparent. Jīnlóng licked her finger. It was also tasteless because it was water.
Seventeen’s breathing sounded light, soft and even. She was fast asleep. Seventeen looked as innocent as a child, but her beautiful face was tear-stained, and the bedding underneath her face was wet.
Jīnlóng bent down and lovingly caressed Seventeen’s face with her lips. Seventeen talked and whimpered in her deep slumber. Seventeen cried in her sleep, and asked in a soft whimper, “Shifu, why couldn’t you have loved me when you had the chance? You were my euphoric high, but instead, you made me cry…….Why?”
to be continued…..