報復 Bàofù III: Homecoming: Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms Fanfiction Ch 17 NSFW

Out of The Pan and Into The Fire…..

Ye Hua~

Qian Qian crept cautiously on her very tiptoes. She inclined towards the doorway, then pressed her ear to the thick wooden door gingerly – Ye Hua’s companion disciple, Bai Qian, or the wild Fox who was better known as Si Yin. The fellow Kunlun disciple now guised in her male form. She promptly shut her eyes tight to listen more intently, as if her sight somehow hindered her Fox’s hearing.

She was meddlesome, inquisitive or in his opinion highly nosy and yes, he knew she was a female. Ye Hua always referred to her as a ‘she’ regardless of Qian Qian’s outer appearance, because he had never perceived her to be a man and recognized she was a woman. He grasped the truth and it was mutual first love at first sight, when they both arrived on Kunlun Mountain minutes apart a few years back.

Ye Hua stood at a distance. He didn’t sense his brother’s presence and leaned into the hallway directly behind him. He kicked one long leg out in front of the other. He crossed his arms over his well-developed chest and toward his curious counterpart, his partner in crime. He subtly shook his head at her in objection, since he didn’t share Qian Qian’s curiosities and figured if his full grown brother, Mo Yuan, had changed his mind about attending the assembly with her. It was better for Ye Hua because her absence was unbearable.

“Hey,” Ye Hua spoke in his low voice that had recently deepened, only to be shushed into stillness by her index finger thrust in his face. He bit, snapped at her finger like a snapping turtle and said, “Hey, Qian Qian, let’s give Mo Yuan some privacy, maybe he’s busy jacking off?”

She snorted like a pig at his suggestive comment, and her already round eyes widened more like saucers, as her brows rose to give her the appearance of being offended. This shocked; this bewildered expression was a typical reaction, because Qian Qian ridiculously believed her Shifu was an innocent virgin God, which was furthermost from the truth from the stories Ye Hua had heard.

In a super hushed voice, she whispered, “Does he do that?” She paused to consider the notion then rocked her head adamantly, “Ye Hua, I highly doubt it but what if Shifu is unwell? What if he’s sick?” She yanked at his arms to drag him off the wall and pushed him toward the door, “You know I want to do it myself but he’s your flesh and blood, so YOU should go into his room and check on him?”

How predictable was her response, remarkable. And Ye Hua’s stalling body language alone should have spoken volumes but still, he rolled his eyes at her to convey his sentiments and replied, “Hell no! I’m not walking in on my brother with his snake in his hand. Nope, I’ll pass but, Qian Qian…” He went for the diversion because she had a short attention span, and it never failed. “…Where are the study materials you borrowed? Have you even looked them over, and why do I get this strange sensation you’ve thrown them out…again…”

Ye Hua’s gaze suspiciously narrowed, and his lack of conviction was written all over his face as she answered, “Relax and zip your Black Dragon hole. They are ALL in my room, Mr. teacher’s pet Dragon. I’ve created…” She raised her hands overhead as if in prayer, and spoke in a voice full of fake reverence, “I encased them in a holy shrine that I created especially for your divine study notes.” Qian Qian stuck out her tongue, spun in a swift, single swivel and led the way toward the dormitory that she used alone.

They walked in comfortable silence with Ye Hua on her heel, and accustomed was she to his wordless ways. She had grown used to his quiet natural mannerisms, since they spent almost every waking moment together. Qian Qian opened the door to her room, strolled in while he locked the door behind him. By the time he turned to face her, she was slowly sauntering backward while unbuttoning her garment with every step, and her dark hair loosely tousled wildly down her feminine shoulders.

“Did you lock the door?” She asked with a seductive smile, as she dropped the cumbersome white robe on the floor. Now in just her white shirt and pants, she purred, “I have a surprise for you.” She wasn’t the only one undressing as Ye Hua dropped his robe directly on top of hers. “Not only did I lock the door but I raised a shield to keep others out and us in,” said he as he reached back one handed to remove his shirt while stepping forward, but his lusty eyes were glued on her bare breasts, “Qian Qian, you need to start wearing a bra.” He recommended because they had grown, but she ignored him and teased in her singsong voice, she taunted, “I’m on contraceptives. I stole some of Zhe Yan’s peaches while he was drunk. Do you know what that means? That means you don’t have to pull out, and you can come inside me as much as you want.”

“Sweet music to my ears.” He answered. She giggled and screamed as Ye Hua bum rushed her. He securely encircled his arms around her exposed upper thighs. He lifted her just enough to bury his face into her bare lower abdomen, while spinning her until Qian Qian squealed. But he suddenly sensed a too familiar magical presence and promptly paused, glanced around the room then asked in a whispered, “Did you feel that? It felt a bit like Mo Yuan’s magical breath?”

“Huh? Shifu’s breath? Here?” Qian Qian used her magic to sweep the room, before raking both her hands through Ye Hua’s long hair and said, “No, I got nothing and the room is clear of anyone but us so stop stalling. Do you realize that we haven’t made love for days. All I’ve been longing, dreaming and imagining is you coming inside me. Give it to your wife, my Crown Prince.” The young lovesick sweethearts had eloped in secrecy just days after meeting.

“Your husband, Crown Prince Ye Hua, is present and I’m merely here to serve my Princess Consort.” He responded in his faint voice then threw her on the bed playfully.

Mo Yuan~

He heard their faint voices, froze in confusion and despair. Mo Yuan remained still until there was silence in the hallway. He roughly rubbed his bloodshot eyes to clear his clouded mind, because what was happening to him was impossible, but why couldn’t he awake from this nightmare? He earnestly wished there was someone present to slap him across the face. Instead, he grabbed the porcelain water pitcher in the corner of his room, directly poured all the contents over his head, and talked himself down while feeling the cold water clear his mind.

He reaffirmed his belief, “This isn’t real. I’m drunk, plastered, maybe even blacked out and this is all just in my head. This scenario is an illusion. Mo Yuan, wake up.” Yes, this couldn’t be true. Nobody could go back in time. Even powerful High Immortals who stopped time and it was only momentarily.

However, time travel was unheard of – pure fiction.

This was what Mo Yuan told himself but then, why did he hide under a spell of invisibility to follow them to her room? And why did he stand in the corner with his gaze locked on the lovers smoldering in jealousy?

It wasn’t merely because Ye Hua’s privacy spell, was it? No, it wasn’t because this tempestuous scene was unfolding before his eyesight… It was like a chaotic or disastrous situation that he couldn’t pull his sights from, even though it was painful to watch. But it was also undeniably beautiful because they were free…

Free…

Unshackled, unburdened from the emotional baggage and drama of their past. It had never crossed Mo Yuan’s mind, but the absence of SuSu’s memory gave Ye Hua an advantage he never considered. Somehow, someway, Bai Qian cherished him in this dimension too. No, she adored him more. She loved him madly and her love for him, her unconditional love twinkled in her sparkling blithe and full of bliss gaze.

And for reasons unknown, they reminded him of Adam and Eve as if created by the heavens for each other. Her stunning nude body could have been the original ideal mold for all women to come. It reflected her youth and was perfect. Flawlessly, likewise Ye Hua who had the impeccable physique, was the most excellent exemplar of a man that Mo Yuan had in his youth.

Ye Hua, he was slender but built, lean but defined and he moved like an agile panther as he slink up to her body. Bai Qian watched his every move with fire in her eyes. She laughed giddily, full of life when he suddenly yanked her body towards him by her ankles. He dragged her to him, before his mouth hungrily descended on her lower feminine treasures. Mo Yuan watched in silent horror, as her smooth legs drew up with one draped over Ye Hua’s broad shoulder.

With eyes closed and expression of pure ecstasy came to her flushed face, as her tantalizing spread widened, while she seductively swept all her fingers through her young lover’s hair. She was drowning in rapture, in Eden, the young Eve-like woman in awakening. Bai Qian dropped her head moaned deep, hoarse as she arched her limber back and her young, rosy, pinky tip sized, cherry hued nipples stood hard on her medium tangelo sized breasts.

She groaned sultrily and purred, “Ye Hua, I love you…yes, your tongue is inside me…”

It was incredible how her arousing words lingered in the air, and he should have turned away but Mo Yuan couldn’t move, frozen in place, trapped by his voyeurism. He watched her sharp hip bones protruded from her slender pelvis, as Bai Qian raised herself to grind against Ye Hua. It didn’t take long before her soft whimpering turned into long climax indicating cries, and the unmistakable wet slurping sounds of him drinking her in, was deafening to the point of madness.

Mo Yuan silently prayed they would stop. Instead, Ye Hua began his ascend but tortuously slow. His tender kisses trailed up her trembling waiting body on his path to her lovely face. He fondled, caressed her soft, yielding breasts with both hands, rubbed her edible nipples with his thumbs as she held his face. Then like a feline, Bai Qian thoroughly licked her sweet flavor off his wet chin and lips, as their upper bodies crushed, sealed together to become one. Arms up overhead with their fingers firmly interlocked, they held each other as if they couldn’t stand to be apart, and engaged in the most passionate lover’s French kiss that continued, as they gave each other heavenly pleasure.

They pleased each other. They made love in perfect sync with one another. The kind of match that only comes with familiarity and repetition. Mo Yuan watched as his younger twin with a well-practiced movement reached back, and down between where their bodies met. He raised his hips subtly then sharply dipped as he entered her, and only with the body, the stamina of a young man; Ye Hua’s pelvis did all the work. Smoothly, continuously and energetically; his lower body lifted then plunged, pumped into her silky inner folds with probing depth and at a fast, vigorous pace.

From where Mo Yuan stood, he had a direct view of his brother’s powerful buttocks. The back of his muscular legs lifting, and diving between Bai Qian’s white cream-like parted thighs. The visual image of them sharing bodily pleasure was strangely breathtaking, and the provocative noises of their physical union were almost indescribable. Their mutual sounds of immeasurable ecstasy echoed in between the grunts, pants, moans and groans of rapture, they exchanged only three words continuously…

The young lovers repeated the words, “I love you. I love you…” And it sounded like the beautiful music of angel’s voices to Mo Yuan’s ears.

Bai Qian and Ye Hua now had young, first sweet, innocent love. They shared the unbreakable bond of an all consuming kind of passion, without ever tasting the bitter tears from heartbreak, regret, guilt or disappointment. In that defining moment, Mo Yuan unquestionably realized his mistake by wishing for the past, because he’d inadvertently jumped out the pan and into the fire.

To be continued…..

 

 

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