清醒梦 Qīngxǐng Mèng: Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms Fanfiction Ch 12 NSFW

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Ming observed Princess carefully while she tended to his bruised knuckles. He’d just witnessed something thoroughly unbelievable.

“What? Why are you staring at me as if you’ve seen a ghost?” Princess asked innocently with the face of an angel.

Gently Ming spoke because he was a bit afraid, “Princess, where did you learn to do what you just did in the yard?”

She glanced up with her big brown eyes and just said, “I told you I’m the only girl in my family. I never had dolls growing up. My first toy was a dagger. I have four older brothers.”

He nodded he understood but Ming’s tone was entirely careful and tense, “Four brothers? Are they going to kill me when they discover we’re married?”

“Oh, of course not! My brothers are peaceful men. Well, my second brother is a real grump but they are true gentlemen. My fourth brother is the best warrior in our clan…tribe and he raised me. He might possibly be one of the best warriors in the world. Well, maybe after Mo Yuan.” Princess answered nonchalantly but to Ming, it sounded like an entirely different language.

He smiled but Ming was remarkably nervous. Never had he seen a woman move as Princess did. In all honesty, he never saw a man fight with such speed and skill either.

Tenderly Princess caressed his cheek and explained, “I just wanted you to know that I can protect myself. I’m sorry if I frightened you but once we started, I went a little overboard and showed off a little.”

“I saw it with my eyes but I still can’t believe it. Can you fight with any weapons? Or is there one that you’ve mastered above others?” Ming was genuinely intrigued.

She glanced up from his knuckles and asserted, “Weapons or not? It fails to matter. I’m comfortable with all forms of martial arts and weaponry. Why?”

“I’ve never seen a woman move like that before. Princess, let’s go another round. This time both of us with swords.” Ming suggested.

In fact, he was extremely curious. There were so many unusual things about Princess and this was another one of those occasions. How could a demure little woman do what she did? Also, there was an unexplained element of spark and excitement watching her move so fluidly.

Cautiously Princess studied him but there was a playful sparkle in her eyes. She seemed to enjoy competition to some degree. Her gaze aflame with fire. She smiled and accepted. Wordlessly, she began to disrobe until she stood only in the thin last layer under her dress. It was a sheer white slip dress that had a corseted top and her full breasts flowed over the bodice. The front held closed by a small ribbon in a zigzagged formation starting from the bottom by her waist, and the top tied merely in a dainty bow. She was bare underneath.

The bottom of the slip, she hiked up high and knotted at her upper thighs so her legs were exposed, and free without clothing to hold her back. Princess appeared exciting, ravishing and alluring. She calmly grabbed both Ming swords and began to head outdoors.

It was absolutely fascinating. Ming followed her lead, took off his robe so he was bare above wearing only his pants that tied with a sash. She stood in wait the yard and when she saw him, Princess casually threw his sword at him.

Sword in hand, she practiced by swiping and cutting in the air a couple of times as if to loosen up her body. Princess looked wild like a heroine warrior goddess but the tiny sweet smile never left her face.

Ming was quite accomplished considering he’d never studied with a master swordsman. Everything was by trial and error. They both took different stances. She set her feet in an ox ward and him in a plow.

“Ladies first.” Ming invited her to come in.

Princess nodded and came at him in a speedy burst, lunged and hit with a tremendous blow which he blocked. He aimed and delivered a low cut and she hopped up avoiding entirely. So effortlessly that it was slightly frightening, she performed four challenging moves in this sequence. She attacked overhead, med, low and high. So swift were her flowing movements, it was difficult to track her. Her blade came so close to Ming’s face that it sliced the tiny hairs off the right side of his cheek.

They parted and he swiftly felt his face for blood when she laughed and spoke, “Ming, I wouldn’t ever cut your handsome face. I merely gave you a little shave.”

He couldn’t believe it but his competitive side was now stirred up. He warned, “I’m not going to take it easy on you this time, Princess.”

“Please do hurry because I want to return to picking my berries,” Princess replied haughtily.

Ming gave her everything he had. He lunged back, attacked with full force and strength. She was so fast. Princess met his strikes, returned them, dropped to the ground and did a quick 360 sweep that he had to jump up to avoid her blade. They were now closer to the porch. Attacking single handed, he saw the bucket of cold water and threw it at her but to his surprise, she laughed.

While meeting Ming’s cuts, she avoided his strikes, intercepted the bucket and threw it overhead. She spun and effortlessly ducked his strokes, and caught the dropping bucket now upside down with the tip of the sharp sword. All the water in the bucket fell over Princess like a shower.

She exclaimed, “That felt refreshing.”

Throwing the empty bucket back at Ming, in the mere seconds while he glanced up to grab it, Princess came at him out of nowhere, dropped before they met and before he knew what was happening, she had the dull side of her blade firmly pressed against his midsection.

“If I were a liver eating Gumiho, this position would be perfect. Your liver should be right about here.” Princess declared pressing down on his abdomen.

Astonished Ming stared down and saw this incredible, wet, wild, barely dressed woman, who’d just beat him senseless and he was on fire. Breathing heavily, he threw his sword aside and speedily pulled her up to him. Princess hung on the front of his body with her arms firmly around his neck, and her legs wrapped around his midsection. He crushed his mouth to hers and started to carry her inside but couldn’t make it that far.

Their passionate kiss was explosive from the adrenaline rush during their duel. Princess was soaking wet and her sheer slip dress was almost nonexistent, as it revealed her dark nipples, breasts and stomach. On the front porch, he placed her on her back. Ming tore her bodice open to expose her full breasts, and wildly moved from one breast to the other devouring her. Urgently, he licked and sucked her erect nipples with pressure, while she arched her balmy warm body and moaned seductively.

Out in broad daylight on the upper exposed deck of his hut, Ming swiftly undid his pants, pulled them down and off so he could enter her immediately. She clung to his neck while her creamy thighs parted, head dropped back moaning in ecstasy reveling in his piercing insertions. His pounding sword penetrated her wet flower with deep and diving strokes. Princess wrapped her silky legs around his defined backside and lifted herself to meet his thrusts.

The moisture, silky tightness of her inner core was incredible. Princess began to groan louder. Her level of arousal was perhaps the highest it had ever been between them intimately. She was drenched down below causing his internal invasion to become slick and effortless. The noise from their sexes joining was a distinct repeated wet smacking sound.

“Being inside you feels so incredible. So silky and tight.” Ming moaned in between ragged breaths.

Princess panted in labored exhales, her hips came up to meet and absorb his thrusts. Ming realized she might climax and the more he thought about it, the stronger was his desire to get her there. He dipped his hips further and penetrated her more in-depth, the sensation of her internally gripping was euphoric.

Her beautiful face was overcome with rapture when she met his gaze and whispered, “I love you.”

Ming said nothing in return but continued to pump into her central heat in deeply buried blows, and felt the urgent need to come. He dropped his face into her sweetly fragrance hair and fought the urge to release. The issue was this; whenever he was inside her, Princess made him want to ejaculate instantly.

A premature climax was never an issue for him, if anything, it was the other way around and that’s why the courtesans loved him. But here he was, with his beautiful wife whom he’d deflowered yet failed to bring to orgasm. Not even once after almost seven months of continuous intimacy and Ming’s critical, driving urge to peak was uncontrollable.

Princess was so intuitive about his body and sensed his need. She moaned, “I love you. Ming, harder!”

“I’m having trouble holding back.” He confessed in between broken panting breaths.

She groaned seductively and purred in his ear, “Don’t hold back. I know what you need. Fill me with your hot nectar.”

He couldn’t stop himself. Overwhelmed by the pressing, urgent need to release, Ming placed his palms flat beside her shoulders. He lifted his upper body from hers and vigorously thrust into her inner warmth groaning the entire time.

The spastic jerk and clench were intense. Ming’s entire body seized and he felt himself wildly squirting into Princess forcibly. He experienced one of those overwhelmingly euphoric orgasms that made his head spin. The kind of blissful peak that made all his hairs standup on ends, and his body shivered from the unsurpassed ecstasy.

Afterward, Ming dropped beside her on the wooden surface and shamefully covered his face with both hands. Again, he’d failed to make her peak. He sighed with disappointment and felt like an ultimate failure.

“It felt like I had you right there. Like it was close.” Ming whispered in defeat still catching his breath.

Princess tenderly pulled him into her arms and softly tried to reassure him, “Stop it. I enjoyed it too. I really did. It’s not just about having an orgasm but being that close to you is enough for me. I love you so I’m happy. Ming, I love you so much.”

He looked into her adoring eyes and tried to speak the words but they wouldn’t come out of his mouth. They felt stuck in his throat like a fish bone. It made him furious at himself. Here was this stunning, selfless woman who’d left everything behind to be with him. She loved him so unconditionally, yet, he couldn’t say the three words she needed to hear most.

At that very moment, Ming privately considered perhaps he should set her free. It was unfair of him to ask her to stay when he wasn’t able to fulfill her needs. Physically or emotionally.

Tenderly Princess kissed his forehead and beamed with absolute radiance. She hugged him tighter with all her might, and said something about him being too handsome for his own good.

She whispered, “Ming, I love you. I’m just happy to be with you. Let’s go inside. If you’re hungry, I’ll make you something to eat or you could take a nap while I pick berries?”

With that, Princess cheerfully hopped up, helped him stand and gently led him indoors. Now inside, Ming sat on their bed and watched her most carefully. The gleaming bright smile never left her face as she speedily dressed. She grabbed her wicker basket that she used to collect berries and lovingly kissed his cheek. As usual, she hummed a merry gay little song as she walked out and into the forest.

Ming could still hear her soft voice humming for a few moments until she disappeared further into the woods.

Little did Ming know, Bai Qian cried everyday. When she sang to herself, she did it to hide her sobs.

Bai Qian felt guilty. Selfish for being so stubborn and forcing Ming to marry her. She considered he most likely felt obligated or a sense of responsibility since he’d deflowered her. Only because of his kind nature did he allow her to stay.

It was clear he didn’t love her and she knew it. During their time together he’d yet to tell her verbally and when Bai Qian said it to him, instead of a kiss, he’d squeeze her cheeks as if she were a child. After seven months of cohabitation, if Ming hadn’t fallen in love with her by now, he probably never would.

For now, Bai Qian told herself to appreciate whatever time they had together, because she expected him to leave her anyway. Just as Ming emotionally held back so was she terrified he would one day tell her to go and leave her behind. Three simple words… ‘I love you’. What she needed most to hear and what he couldn’t bring himself to say.

To be continued…..