崑崙山 Kunlun Mountain: Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms Fanfiction Epilogue NSFW by special request

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Even after 5,000 years of marriage, Mo Yuan was still insatiable for bodily pleasure with his wife, Seventeen. If there was one thing he couldn’t resist, it was taking her while she napped. Her beautiful innocent face and wickedly tantalizing body made her irresistible. Seventeen slept deeply on her back. The front of her dress untied, and the skirt hiked up to her thighs. Mo Yuan delicately, discreetly opened her dress and exposed her gorgeous body. Seventeen peacefully slumbered, covered in only her undergarments.

Tongue extended, Mo Yuan excitedly leaned in to lick her full breasts, and nipples when he heard, “Daddy?” Chan Ming’s shrill baby voice called as he stood in the doorway.

In his haste, Mo Yuan forgot to raise a privacy shield when he entered the bedroom. He quickly turned towards his youngest child and raised his index finger to his lips indicating Seventeen was sleeping. He rushed the little one out of the room.

Chan Ming planted both hands on his hips and demanded, “Daddy, you said after I turned 100 years old, I couldn’t touch mommy’s yum yum anymore. Why were you touching them?”

Mo Yuan bent down, hugged his son and lovingly kissed his tender, rosy, baby cheek. Chan Ming giggled from his facial hair which tickled his tender, toddler skin. The boy pushed Mo Yuan’s face away and rubbed where he kissed him.

Mo Yuan explained in his serious but gentle tone, “Chan Ming, I wasn’t touching Mommy’s yum yum.”

“No, I saw you. You were trying to drink milk.” Chan Ming argued.

Mo Yuan caressed his youngest child’s cheek and replied, “Son, there is an unspoken rule that everyone knows. Yum, yum are okay before you are a hundred years old, and after 300,000 years old. The ages in-between are yum yum restrictive. Daddy is well over 300,000 years old, that’s why I can freely enjoy mommy’s yum yum. After you get married and become 300,000 years old, you can experience your wife’s yum yum like daddy.”

Chan Ming stuck out his pouting lips and glanced longingly towards the door to his mother’s room. He gazed at his father with sad puppy eyes and released a heavy sigh. Chan Ming reached out, grabbed Mo Yuan’s earlobe and rubbed it between his little fingers. He continued to sulk. Tenderly, Mo Yuan held his son’s face with both hands and adoringly kissed his sweet baby scented forehead.

The little one’s eyes suddenly brightened as he asked, “Daddy, next time Mommy gives you a sweet flower, can you give one to Chan Ming? Chan Ming loves sweet snacks too.”

Mo Yuan’s eyes narrowed confused as he asked, “Son, what are you talking about?”

“Sister Qiquiang told me Mommy gave you a sweet flower to eat, and Chan Ming wants one too. Share with Chan Ming next time, Papa.”

Mo Yuan’s eyes momentarily widen, when he realized what his son was asking. He nodded that he would share and suggested, “Chan Ming, why don’t you go outside and chase your tails?”

Chan Ming’s eyes lit up, and he squealed with delight, “Yay! I’m going to chase my tails! All nine of them!”

Mo Yuan put his son down and watched him run giddily outside waving both arms up in the air. He swiftly re-entered the bedroom and raised a privacy shield.

Seventeen was just as Mo Yuan had left her. Dress open, sleeping in her exposed light ivory undergarments, looking delectable. The pale and thin material revealed Seventeen’s dark nipples pressing up against the sheer textile. Smooth flat stomach which didn’t show any evidence, of her eight pregnancies. Silky, creamy, even-toned peach colored skin. A subtle hue of fleshy skin pressed against her lower undergarment. Much to Mo Yuan’s delight, Seventeen was hairless again. He delicately pulled her undergarment to one side and proceeded to lick her lower treasure. His tongue immediately darted into her pink opening and flattened to lick all of Seventeen’s delicious honey. She stirred and still half asleep asked, “Shifu?”

Seventeen giggled, pushed Mo Yuan’s head away, tried to close her legs, but he swiftly positioned himself and rose to his knees. He looked at her and began removing his clothes. Mo Yuan questioned softly, “How can you be this enticing?”

Seventeen watched her husband, Mo Yuan undress and still loved the sight his naked body after all these thousands of years. The very view of him made her moist. His masculine hand stroked her down below and teased Seventeen at a slow, steady pace. She moaned.

Mo Yuan pushed Seventeen’s legs up, and back, so they fell close to both her shoulders, leaving her looking quite obscene with her lower treasure elevated in the air. Their eyes met as he tasted her again but this time while she watched him. His tongue pushed and darted into the pink opening of the heart of her feminity. He penetrated her with his index and third fingers, slowly, while licking her otter button. Seventeen moaned and climaxed immediately.

Mo Yuan gently pulled her legs back and planted her feet on the ground. He pushed her knees-ups to a bent position and used his knees to open her more fully as he moved forward. He rubbed the head of his engorged manhood on her twin lower lips. Teasingly, but soon became too aroused seeing Seventeen’s pretty pink flower and pushed himself deep into her hot wet core.

The wetness and warmth were overwhelming instantly. Mo Yuan groaned from his exquisite pleasure. He watched his slow penetration move in and out of the moisture in Seventeen’s inner walls. So slippery and smooth were every stroke. So beautiful to watch his massive sex firmly encircled by her tantalizingly beautiful lower flower.

Seventeen touched her breasts while staring at him in her hot sultry way. He licked his thumb wet and rubbed her pink pearl with the same even paced penetration. She grabbed the bedding on both sides of her body with tight fists, cried and exclaimed, “Shifu, I’m coming again.”

He was ready to hit his pleasure peak also and moved faster with deep impaling thrusts until he’d filled Seventeen’s core with his seed.

He took her again and again, Scarcely aware of how many times he’d filled her with his essence. That was the incredible beauty of their relationship. Their love, intimacy and sexual fire only intensified with time. Mo Yuan still made love to his wife always and anytime he could get her in a room alone. He was lusty for Seventeen, and she fueled Mo Yuan’s desires even when she wasn’t trying.

Mo Yuan was a wife adoring oaf.

Mo Yuan kissed Seventeen’s face while he caught his breath. She whispered and purred, “ I have a present for you. I’m pregnant again, Shifu.”

Mo Yuan chuckled merrily, and a spark came to his eyes. Suddenly, his smile vanished, and he asked in a serious tone, “Did I hurt the baby?”

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Mo Yuan and Seventeen gathered all their children and explained they had great news for them. He began, “Children, your mother is…”

Before Mo Yuan finished his sentence, Chong Kun, his second oldest son, threw his arms up in the air, wailed like a dying cow and flopped himself to the ground.

Bai Zhi, the eldest, stomped his feet and shouted, “No! Not again! Please stop already! Nine heavens! I’m going to go live in Qingqiu!”

“Father, when will you stop? I want Uncle Ye Hua to adopt me! All my friends will be laughing at me again!” Dong Hai yelled while rubbing his eyes angrily.

The girls, Lien Hua and Qiu Yue quickly glanced at each other, smiled and clapped happily. Jin Jiang and Qiquiang were expressionless and indifferent. They didn’t care. Chan Ming the youngest, shrieked and dramatically threw himself on the ground. He kicked and squawked as tears ran down his baby face.

He twisted his tiny toddler body, kicked sideways angrily in a circle like an airplane propeller. Chan Ming whined and screamed, “No! Chan Ming is the baby! I want Mommy’s yum yum! Chan Ming doesn’t want to share my Mommy with a new baby!”

Chan Ming’s convulsing little body now rolled side to side as he continued to squeal and plead, “Daddy, throw the new baby back into the lotus pond before it’s born! Chan Ming doesn’t want a new baby on Kunlun Mountain! I want my Mommy’s yum yum!”

Days like these were typical for Mo Yuan, Seventeen and their eight soon to be nine children on Kunlun Mountain.

 

The End

  • Thank you, Vanessa, for everything! Our editor aka Unni’s La Muse. Kunlun Mountain is dedicated to you, Vanessa.

 

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