女王 Nǚwáng: Queen: Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms Adult Fanfiction Erotica Prologue

Prologue

“The humans have left us a sweet little dove of a mortal offering.”

          I freeze at the soft voices. Without my magic or immortal breath, courtesy of my stringent father, I, Bai Qian, Queen of Qingqiu, am no better than a bird.

          His idea of punishment for what I consider to be an insignificant offense was sealing my Fox magic, taking all my luminous pearls, gold coins and flinging me out into the mortal world to taste the bitterness of mortality.

          The first thing I did as a poverty stricken outcast monarch was breaking into the Dragon temple at night to shamelessly gorge on the fruits and wines, left behind as offerings to the Gods. But now, the male voices behind me stop me cold, especially when I hear, “I agree. She is the most delicious morsel I’ve ever seen. Brother, perhaps I should devour her in one bite.” Now faint laughter as I spin around.

          “How dare are you! I’m not a dove! Nor am I a mor…” I began to reprimand them, but the scolding words falter and die off in my suddenly clenching throat. I’m rendered speechless by their exquisitely blinding beauty. These striking men aren’t mere immortals but twins, Dragon twins. There are only one pair of Dragon twins in the world, High God Mo Yuan and Crown Prince Ye Hua, sons of Heavenly Father.

          The linguistic expressions of my offense, and displeasure had been on the tip of my tongue like a whip ready to lash out. But wordlessly I stand to drown in their fathomless gazes that suck me in like whirlpools. They see my face. Their dark eyes light up and gleam like perfectly polished stones of onyx, as they stare at me; my body up and down in appreciation.

          I want to say something to clear their misconception about my identity, but I can’t think straight. Now, the one with the long, unknotted, loosely, streaming hair; the clean faced twin speaks, and his smooth voice is as fluid and as flowing like water on glass, “This mortal woman is extraordinary. I might take this little dove home with me and keep her naked always as my pet.”

          “Not if I beat you and take her first, Ye Hua.” He states with a smile. His relaxed grin under his neatly trimmed mustache makes me tremble like a bird. In him, I sense danger. His calm facade doesn’t fool me; not even for a second. I can see there is a private, mysterious and perhaps a dangerous man lurking behind the peaceful smile-like rip current looming just underneath what appears to be the still surface of a tranquil sea.

          Either way, I finally find my missing voice but all I can get out is, “I’m not for the taking.” I say. Which is a stupid thing to say under the circumstances, and it makes both of them chuckle before the one with the facial hair asks, “Is that a challenge I hear in your voice, little dove?”

          Without waiting for my response, they begin to circle and surround me like predatory animals, before I feel the sharp cutting edge as dual swords slice up the front, and down the back of my gown simultaneously. Right in half, the dress separates then falls at my feet soft like flower petals, leaving me vulnerable and standing only in my delicate lacy lingerie which is so sheer, I’m practically nude.

          My eyes tear and my face feels heated as if it was on fire from the indignation. Shame, anger, disbelief and humiliation. I feel it all swelling inside me, as I sense their hungry eyes brazenly devouring my near nudity without reserve, without decency, without shame.

          “You’re going to molest me?” It’s not a question but more of an accusation. Or is it what I so deeply desire? Yet I’m astonished that such esteemed Gods would behave as such barbarians. But there is a part of me, a part of my body is growing wet, and warm with sudden heat from an unexplored internal need that’s increasing like the pooling moisture between my thighs.

          “Is that what you want? Would you like us to molest you?” He asks looking amused. This time it’s the one dressed in all black who smiles a smug grin, before gathering my lips with his mouth, and lures me into the most passionate kiss in the history of kisses.

          And I’m insane; I return his kiss. Too eagerly I kiss him back wanting more, much more. My enthusiasm causes my face to grow redder aflame like a sunburn, because he sees my arousal and growls against my bare neck. But I’m grasping at straws to stop what I know is inevitable.

‘They will have their ways with me…’ I tell myself… I hope… No, I pray.

          Inwardly I pray in earnest for such a lascivious fate to be mine, as I’ve never prayed before but I say, “I’m pure…a virgin… I’m a virgin.” I stammer. Such disclosure of modest virtue should deter them, but his tongue licks my lips hungrily then he replies, “Mo Yuan and I usually avoid and rarely touch the maidens. Together, we’re too much for them to handle, but my brother and I will break you in with our cocks gently, little dove… Gently at first.”

          The arousing way his full, shapely lips circle when he says ‘our cocks’ makes me wonder, what his puckered mouth would look like suckling my hard nipples, collecting my wet pussy lips as he did the lips on my face, and I shudder harder in spite of myself.

          I seem to have forgotten all of my moral sensibilities. Possible he’s cheating by using Dragon magic that causes me to become vacuous, empty minded and weak kneed because I’m slipping, sinking to my knees. Or that’s what I tell myself. Or what I want to believe as I wantonly descend to the ground in absolute submission, while the entirety of their clothing begins to drop, and shower down around me like rainfall.

To be continued…..

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