Ye Hua tenderly kissed Bai Qian while she held back the deep urge to cry. She saw her reflection clearly in his dark eyes, while he stared down at her adoringly and lovingly, her expression appeared more like one of defeat and failure.
It was honestly incomprehensible. The strange stirring of confused emotions Bai Qian felt after making love with Ye Hua. First, it was an intense euphoric rush of excitement, ecstasy, rapture, but at the end, there was a tiny tinge of lingering sadness that wouldn’t go away.
Even in the midst of her emotional chaos, Ye Hua was ready again, and Bai Qian didn’t hesitate to give him another condom.
A playful little smile curled up his shapely lips, and Ye Hua whispered in a low craving tone full of urgency, “Qian Qian, you know what I want.”
It wasn’t a question but more of a declaration, and somehow Ye Hua expected her to know the answer to his vague statement. And he was right.
Yes, she somehow precisely knew what he wanted. So, while Ye Hua laid on his back with bated breath; Bai Qian straddled his head and lowered herself on his face.
“Yes, this is it…this is what I wanted.” Ye Hua excitedly murmured breathlessly in sweet anticipation, and then he proceeded to consume Bai Qian nonstop for over an hour. He couldn’t get enough. He was utterly ravenous. The joyous way in which he devoured her lower treasure was borderline insanity. He entirely overcome in his version of heaven.
Several times, his mouth and tongue brought her to orgasm, and Ye Hua pleasured himself simultaneously. Bai Qian heard the distinct swift sounds of his hand stroking his manhood while licking, sucking and probing her most intimate feminine place.
Loudly, Ye Hua moaned when he climaxed. It could have been her imagination, but it sounded like he was coming continually.
Still, everyone has their physical limits, and it hit a point when Bai Qian couldn’t take anymore. She rose to her knees and heard Ye Hua apologetically whisper, “I’m sorry, but it’s been so long since I’ve tasted your nectar. Just once more and I’ll stop. I promise.” And he ecstatically grabbed her thighs and pulled her back down on his face.
The creamy essence of Ye Hua’s frequent liquid releases was all over his laps. He was covered in it, and it was all over the bedding. Bai Qian saw it and laughed in utter astonishment. How many times had he climaxed within the hour? She almost fell over in absolute shock when she heard him reach for the other condom.
“Are you freaking kidding me!?” Amazed, Bai Qian blurted and laughed out loud in utter disbelief. It was unfathomable to believe he wasn’t satisfied and wanted more.
Ye Hua slyly smirked and stated in a tone that reflected his cocky youthful exuberance, “I’m young, and I could go all night if you’d let me. Qian Qian, just once more so I can come inside you this time.”
Bai Qian sounded weary when she firmly stated. “No. Not tonight. I’m tired.”
Somethings in life are indisputable. There wasn’t any way she could deny Ye Hua’s youthful stamina was indeed impressive…but he was out of control. Suddenly, she understood why SuSu said she’d follow him to death. She was whipped. Totally whipped by his mouth and manhood.
Offhandedly, Bai Qian commented, “Now I understand SuSu’s mindset when she said, she’d follow you to death if you gave her oral pleasure continuously.”
Ye Hua suddenly looked so pleased. Almost euphoric after Bai Qian’s casual comment.
Ye Hua cheerfully replied, “I’ve never told you that.” He chuckled absolutely delighted, and his dark eyes gleamed with hope and optimism.
He continued in his soft voice and asked, “Are you starting to remember things…our past, us?”
Nervously, Bai Qian said nothing but swiftly rose from the bed, and picked up the pieces of material that were once her dress.
“No, don’t go…stay with me tonight. Sleep in my arms, please.” Ye Hua pleaded in earnest when he saw her reach for and put on one of his shirts. Bai Qian didn’t have a choice in wardrobe since he’d tore her dress in half.
Sternly with firm resolve, Bai Qian replied, “No, I know I won’t get much sleep if I stay here.”
On bent knees, Ye Hua begged while staring up at her with sad puppy dog eyes and urged, “Qian Qian, please stay with me tonight. I don’t want this night to end.”
“Young prince, nothing in life lasts forever, and Gugu is tired.” Bai Qian held Ye Hua’s face and spoke to him as one would to a whining toddler. Because to her, that’s actually what he was…a child.
In all honesty, she was feeling a little weird and slightly perverted having sex with such a youngster. Privately, she wondered if she’d broken any Celestial laws having sex with Ye Hua.
Leaning down, she kissed his forehead lightly and said in a cautionary tone, “Nighty night and don’t you dare sneak into my room tonight.”
Ye Hua was still pleading in earnest when she left his room, and the very first thing she did after returning to her hotel room was…showered.
Promiscuity wasn’t her thing. In her life, Bai Qian only had three partners. Being with both Mo Yuan and Ye Hua in the same week felt somewhat inappropriate, but why couldn’t she control herself? Why couldn’t she just say no?
Still, in all fairness, Bai Qian couldn’t take all the blame for behaving like a wanton woman. She didn’t consider herself to be the sole instigator and it didn’t help matters that Mo Yuan and Ye Hua both pursued her aggressively. What was a girl to do?
Boo hoo…Bai Qian. Lucky wench! It’s soooo hard to feel sorry for her, no? Others would love to worry about such a dilemma…once in their lives. Two fine AF men were fighting over and sexing her up…It’s good to be an immortal Nine-Tailed Fox Queen!
Her first partner was the mortal Emperor who devirginized her during her heavenly trial. She was glad she didn’t experience any pain and assumed it was due to his smaller size. Bai Qian’s Shifu Mo Yuan deflowered her immortal body in Zhe Yan’s hut and spent the other night with her. Ye Hua was now her third lover.
The mortal relationship wasn’t one of free choice or pleasure. Bai Qian was only there to serve him and his carnal needs. He didn’t treat her poorly, in fact, he cherished her, but she’d never experienced a vaginal orgasm during her entire mortal life.
Just like everyone else, she’d pleasured herself since youth, but Mo Yuan was the first man to bring Bai Qian to climax.
In deep reflection, she considered the differences between her lovers Mo Yuan and Ye Hua.
With Mo Yuan, his affections made Bai Qian feel somewhat shy, and his physical desires surprised her. His unexpected touches made her jolt from shock. Their bodily union was a gradual buildup. It started with his arousing kiss like a slow burn, that ignited into a raging out of control inferno, and finished off with a mind-blowing climax.
Where with Ye Hua, there was always a nervous sexual tension buzzing between them like static electricity. It was explosive from the start and steadily flat-lined at that highly elevated level of arousal. He quickly brought her into bursts of pleasurable orgasms in quick succession.
It was one of the oldest questions in the world, quality versus quantity. Mo Yuan and Ye Hua were like ice cream, vanilla, and chocolate. Both incredibly delicious and satisfying. Still, Bai Qian felt like a loose wench, yet, here she was thinking about them again.
Tisk, tisk, tisk Bai Qian…somewhere in the world the smallest violin was playing for her.
The circumstance that made her decision most difficult was the fact both claimed to love her. The last thought Bai Qian had before falling sleep was ‘When the time came, how was she going to chose?‘
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Qian Qian wore a red one-piece cotton dress. High ballet scoop neck that came off her shoulders, just enough to showcase her feminine collarbones. Mid-length sleeves that folded once somewhat above her elbows, and embellished with a simple pearl button side closure.
The A-line skirt flared out and fell right above her knees. A thin patent leather red belt that clasped in the front with a neat bow, and she wore Chanel patent, leather, ballet style, flats in the same crimson shade as her belt.
Qian Qian’s long dark hair parted down the middle and neatly pulled back into a low twisted bun. She’d perfectly lined her upper lid wing-tipped, with a liquid liner in the darkest shade of black. Densely, long onyx mascaraed lashes and on her lips, she wore classic red lipstick Dior shade (999).
Ye Hua looked neat and dapper wearing his usual black suit and tie.
Their first stop was to the Yonghe Temple in Beijing. Qian Qian described in great detail how Emperor Qianlong supported the Yellow Church (The Tibetan Buddhist Gelukpa Sect). He was so devout that his tomb was inscribed with Tibetan imagery.
She’d brought Ye Hua to the temple because there were many figurines and more drawings dedicated to late Emperor Qianlong. In the midst of the collection, there was also another portrait of Qian Qian, then known as Concubine Chen.
In the painting from her later years, Qian Qian’s salt and pepper colored hair, under the elaborate headdress reflected her advanced age.
She openly revealed, “This picture was commissioned the year before my mortal death.”
“Ye Hua, now do you believe I was Concubine Chen?” Qian Qian asked in her quietest voice.
Numbly and somewhat hesitantly, Ye Hua nodded ‘yes.’ He didn’t have a choice. The proof was there and indisputable. Yet, had he not made love to her the night before, he might have questioned her identity but he knew the feel of SuSu from the inside, and he didn’t dispute his resolve on that matter. Qian Qian was her.
Inwardly he wondered, ‘How did SuSu return to the mortal realm after Zhuxian Terrace?’ That was most confusing part of this enigmatic puzzle. How did she survive and turn up unharmed in the human world? Even an immortal as powerful as Qian Qian would have suffered some form of injury from the leap. But how did she make it without a single scratch?
While Ye Hua silently turned inward to reflect on this question, Qian Qian took them to their last stop. Chŏngjinin North Korea. She explained, they’d need to use their magic of invisibility due to the country’s communist government.
She wondered at the lack of development in North Korea compared to it’s prosperous, and technically advanced neighbor South Korea.
With obvious grief, Qian Qian expressed her opinion and said, “It’s somewhat sad. The peninsula was once unified, but due to war, it’s now split. Both sides follow different forms of government which keeps them apart and separated.”
“It’s the people who suffer the most. They are all of the same blood, yet many families are still separated due to their government’s disagreements. Very unfortunate.” Qian Qian spoke wistfully.
Qian Qian then took Ye Hua to an unpopulated mountainous area, where once stood a winter palace. She used a spell and summoned a jade container she’d hidden long ago. She revealed that she’d woken up in the evening after her mortal death. The only personal item on her body was her slave document. As Concubine Chen, she’d actively searched for her family and kept the item with her at all times.
“Qian Qian, the paper isn’t going to be legible. It’s been too long and probably nothing but dust.” Ye Hua stated knowing the mortal paper was then made of rice, and wouldn’t have endured the extended length of time.
She replied, “It’s written on fine silk, and I must have come from an affluent family who perhaps cherished me.”
With great care, she opened the jade box. The closure and hinges were rusted but still held together perfectly. She gingerly handled the piece of aged but mysteriously pristine cloth and unfolded it. As Qian Qian affirmed, it was still readable with names, dates and bit of information of Chen’s past. It was rather astounding to look at such a dated item, and the sheer idea of the only High Goddess in the immortal world, once being a mortal slave was unbelievable.
In wonder, Ye Hua asked inquisitively, “May I touch it? I mean it’s rather remarkable that it’s still here and legible.”
As Ye Hua touched the old material, his expression of wonder changed into one of confusion. He sniffed the silk square curiously.
He snorted and laughed in utter astonishment. Interception. That was the answer to his question. Ye Hua had solved the perplexing puzzle.
While rubbing the fabric between his fingertips, Ye Hua confidently stated, “The reason this document hasn’t disintegrated is that it’s not mortal. This particular material is what we use in Nine Heavens. This document is a forgery. Your certificate of release was written by an immortal, on silk only available in Celestial Heaven. You never jumped from Zhuxian Terrace. Someone covertly returned you to the mortal realm.”
To be continued…..