報復 Bàofù IV: Crossroads: Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms Fanfiction Ch 30 NSFW

The First Show

Bai Qian~

“What can I do for you to ease your pain? Qian Qian is there anything I can do…” 

Ye Hua’s faint voice, his gentle gaze came off warmly as he stared at me with what was obviously tenderness and caring, but my nervously fluttering heart plummets into my stomach when I notice pity in his tearing eyes. Compassion is something I seem to have an abundance of from anyone who’s ever known me or became aware of my unfortunate and catastrophic circumstances, but the very last thing I want from this man is his pity.

I want what I’ve lost, what was stolen, and with lies and deceit kept from me, I long for the impossible. I want the past. I’m fully aware it might be too late, but I desperately want back what in the past I even foolishly disregarded. I cast Ye Hua’s love and devotion away rather than cherish what was precious and irreplaceable, but then that realization came for me too late…

Today occupying my body stands a different woman. Motherhood and my years of domestic confinement with Mo Yuan have changed me. Or it’s more accurate to say it’s forced me to grow and I’m not as idealistic as I used to be. With such maturity comes awareness and I’m cognizant of the realities around me hence I know I don’t deserve him, but I want one last chance because I honestly feel this time may very well be my last opportunity.

In a moment of quiet despair, Ming’s wisdom comes back to me, and I grasp it like a lifeline. After silently repeating what sounds like a love confessional which is precisely what it is in my head a dozen times or so, I inhale and fill my tightly constricted lungs to full capacity with a deep breath of air then the words I should have told him centuries ago flow from my lips.

“I want you to understand because I never told you but I wouldn’t have survived the calamity without you in my heart.” As I say this, flashbacks from my visions, the altered realities I created with Ye Hua during my ordeal that helped me sustain come back to me. “You don’t have to do anything other than stay with me, and I love you, Ye Hua… I’ve always loved you.”

To steady my now shaky quivering voice, I pause but feel the compelling need to tell him what’s foremost on my mind and in my heart. “Being the mother of your children, all your children, our little fourth Yingpei included has been the greatest joy of my life,” I say and with bated breath wait.

Sadly, I don’t get the reaction I’d hoped for. Instead, Ye Hua’s utter lack of response as he stares at me blankly without a single blink of his jet black eyes makes me understand, neither he nor I am the same people we used to be. Gone are the risk-takers, gone are the fools who treaded boldly without consideration throwing everything away for love, and maybe he’s like me, reluctant and shellshocked…

Traumatized by the hurtful treatment, he endured from me. I’m not proud of the egotistical person I used to be when I was with him last. There were countless times when I wanted to drink Zhe Yan’s amnesia potion to disremember the old me but the fact I didn’t deserve such inner peace kept me from doing so.

Therefore, I understand. It would be more than understandable if he were hesitant to put himself out there for someone unworthy like me. Why risk his heart again for the woman who disappointed him repeatedly? He sits there in silence, and my expression mirrors his going blank, but in my mind, a raging storm of chaos as the inner dialog of my doubts begins—“Why did you show him your scars? Did you consider what a burden that would be for him?”

The word ‘burden’ sears my brain more than Xuan Nu’s branding ever did my body. “You’ve become a burden. Now he probably feels obligated to keep you. How could you be so stupid, so selfish? Did you think he would welcome you with open arms after you’ve been Mo Yuan’s mistress?!’ 

While the heated inner dialog continues to debate rantingly, I feel myself without effort cruising into autopilot as the temporarily breached dam of my sensibilities swiftly recovers adequately enough allowing me to backtrack in a self-preservative mode for damage control.

I begin by saying, “Ye Hua, you don’t have to look so serious. I don’t expect anything from you. Staying with me was meant metaphorically. We can stay united while being apart for the children but I’m not using the children as an excuse that we should stay together.” I’m far too anxious to consider if I sound as if I’m rambling nervously because I am.

“I merely felt you deserved to know. And, you also deserve a lot…No, ALL the credit for how you’ve raised A-Li. Our eldest son is incredible.” I hear myself stating as casually as possible, keeping my body language relaxed knowing I must proceed carefully with great caution because I feel Ming’s protective amber gaze penetratingly following my every move, hanging on my every word for any indication of my frailty.

The agitated wolf energy radiating from him, I sense from across the spacious room. To lighten the tense atmosphere with a cheerful tone, I chirp like a bird, “You shouldn’t have excused the harem before selecting someone to serve you this evening.”

It isn’t instantaneous, but when Ye Hua does answer, he replies, “I haven’t.”

His response, “I haven’t.” ricochets in my brain. Those two words coming from his lips nearly threatens to shatter and divulge my facade, but my recovery is a swift one as a smile comes to my lips. Beaming without a reason when I want to weep, I observe him in a strange and surreal daze gesturing to the attendant-in-wait to gather and conjoin all his concubines in out of all places, my bedchamber.

Suddenly, I understand what he’s doing— karma or more bàofù.

Ye Hua is giving me a bitter taste of my own medicine. Hadn’t I once flaunted my sexual indiscretions with Mo Yuan in his face? Shamefully, regretfully I had most proudly, and now I’m both nauseated but also remarkably impressive by his cruel methods considering he learned them from me.

My once innocent husband is planning on humiliating me in front of his entire harem. Perhaps even intending on taking his women in my bed. Possibly in front of me while forcing me to witness the act, and I become acutely, painfully aware of my inappropriate appearance and nudity.

Repressing my trembling hand, I quickly reach for my robe to cover my vulnerable bareness, but Ye Hua says without glancing back at me, “Empress stay undressed.”

I’m not the only one shook by this unusual command. A faint snarl of resentment arises from Ming’s direction; I raise my hand towards him as his dominant and wordlessly dictate he remains in his position, and any deviance would go directly against my orders.

Ming’s wolf snarls stop or are overwhelmed by the excited feminine giggles; they can’t and don’t hide their excitement at the prospect of serving Ye Hua. The enthusiastic and giddy women began to saunter into my boudoir by rank then remain bent at their knees while I settle deeper into my bed behind the delicate lines of ivory and pale peach gossamer draperies that hang all around my luxurious decorated sleeping platform.

The elegantly even slightly gaudily raised on a dais gold-framed bed suddenly looks like an opera stage or a showing at a high priced whore house rendering it impossible to stay hidden making me feel more like a circus exhibit than an Empress, but that’s his plan. To make an example and mockery of me. I deserved whatever form of punishment he dished out and more, I remind myself as I discreetly but intentionally pull the damp tress of hair stuck on my back forward, using the wet and unbrushed pieces to cover my breasts, my body while endeavoring to keep whatever modesty I can under the unfavorable conditions.

My emotional wall is up around me, and I don’t even flinch when Ye Hua declares in an arrogant and provoking tone, “My Empress wants me to pick someone from the harem to serve my needs this evening, and I plan to fulfill my precious Empress’s request.” His announcement causes the energy level in the room to surge up as the smiling women loudly Oooh and Aaah while happily glancing back and forth at each other.

Somehow amidst the jittery clamor and the sea of jasmine and other floral perfume-scented females bodies, I find my center and focus on blocking everything out. Looking at my calm demeanor, nobody would guess, I’m fuming inside, ready to pull out my fan and purify the entire room of the filth including Ye Hua.

Just when I think I’m alright, my relaxed and collected composure is tested when I see Ye Hua extend a slender hand back towards me beckoning me to stand in front of everyone. Nude! I never knew Ye Hua could be such a bastard. Whatever! Throwing all my apprehensions and cares to the wind, I force myself to rise without delay wanting to end whatever is in store for me quickly.

It’s challenging to look poised while naked and wet like a drowned rat, but I channel my inner Fox. Reminding myself who I am, a High Goddess and Empress. How’s that saying go? Fake it until you make it. I can do that easily. Hell, I faked it for 400 hundred with Mo Yuan. I’m starting to get my bearings when I feel Ye Hua move behind me, sit on the edge of the bed, pull me on his lap and directly on top of his erection for all to see.

If this was a game of mental cruelty and Ye Hua’s intention was to mess with my mind, hands down he’s the winner. What is this madness? I’m starting to wonder if he’s begun retaking drugs seriously. As I tensely sit on his lap sideways, with his right hand, he caresses my arm, slides down the curvature of my hip before settling on my bare upper thigh. His eyes hungrily take in my breasts that from nerves suddenly feel heavy and full of milk, and I’m worried my breastmilk will let down plus my dark nipples are standing at peaks like pebbles which happen in anticipation to nursing.

“My Empress is generous, understanding and I do have a… significant need tonight.” Ye Hua states as the hand on my thigh splays and shoves me down deeper into his lap, crushing my needy sex upon his hardness. A faint groan emerges from my lips as he stares into my eyes, then my lips later my breasts again and says, “One look at my Empress and it’s clear, I have very high, the highest standards and desire to have only the best. Today is the first time, I’ve seen some of..most of your faces therefore before I select the one who is the best to serve me this evening, I’d like to ask if anyone here is as beautiful or as enticing as my Empress?”

“Who here among you are as tantalizing as this delicious Fox on my lap? Anyone?” He askes but it wasn’t an inquiry instead more of a statement or blatant bragging. I finally understand what he’s doing, and my heart rejoices as he sweeps me off my feet, literally. Ye Hua’s not trying to humiliate or punish me; instead, he’s stroking my ego, stabilizing my place in his harem along with raising my self-esteem in front of everyone.

Profound arousal keeps me from bursting into tears from his goodness. The ridiculous display of his affections colors my cheeks, rosy. “Ye Hua, that’s enough. I know what you’re doing…” Shyly I whisper when with his index finger, he firmly taps my lips to keep me from saying anything else then scolds, “Shhhh, hush, my love. Your husband is speaking. Behave, or I’ll throw you over my lap and spank your High Goddess bottom until it radiates brighter than your aura in front of everyone.”

The sheer notion of him spanking me in front of everyone makes the blush move from my cheeks to up and down my body uncontrollably. I’m overcome by my love for him as I take hold of his face between my palms  and declare something I haven’t said in ages that makes us both laugh at each other, “Dear husband, Gugu is 90,000 years older than you, young man.”

My remark earns me the best response. His soft laughter sounds like sweet music to my ears. Pressing and stroking my nose to his, I give him Fox’s nose rubbing kiss. Our sweet reunion is such that my intense emotions threaten then overwhelm me, I start to cry when I whisper against the seam of his shapely lips. “I love you, Ye Hua. I missed you.”

Tears of joy trickled from my eyes to his tear-stained face as my mouth leans closer to his and my lips gather his lips in for the kiss I’ve been waiting for 400 hundred to give him. His lips are soft and supple, his tongue invades my waiting mouth, and it’s enough to send me into a lust-induced tailspin. My body reacts to his kiss instantly, and I forget about everything else around me when Ye Hua’s tongue tastes the inside of my welcoming mouth.

His kiss evokes in me a rush, a charge of the kind of desire I haven’t felt since I was with him last. Something or someone, long-forgotten has woken inside me, and the lascivious Fox is craving for more.

My passion, my need, my lust for him all bubble over and surge as I grind into the solid swell in his lap uncontrollably. I can’t help but groan from my arousal. His manhood feels huge under my heated sex. If I keep rubbing myself against him, I’m going to climax from the friction alone. Ye Hua’s hand wrapped around my hair, yanks back to expose my throat. A dash of warmed breath skims my skin as his teeth scrape the smooth surface of my neck, his voice husky with need, he begins to speak, “I know, Qian Qian.”

Hoarsely he growls into my ear. “I know what you need,” His voice deepens “You need…ME.” Descendingly, his mouth comes down devouringly on mine. His tongue pushes into my mouth, and I suck on his tongue with bobbing movements as if it were his sex.  Ye Hua’s mouth crushes harder on mine, the way his powerful body strikes me down on the bed, almost knocking the wind out of me. In long tangles, his silky hair hangs in my face wildly, and the mouthwatering scent of his skin enfold me in a haze similar to intoxication.

My arousal pool slippery around my silky folds. My nether lips quiver with a growing need. My need for him to take me is precariously dangerous, and I’m relieved and thankful he seems to shares this overwhelming sentiment. With extreme urgency, Ye Hua’s tongue forcibly thrusts inside my mouth before he suctions and sucks my tongue into his. As our tongues tangle, I sense his magic flow then he’s undressed.

After what felt like a lifetime of longing, the rush that comes from our bare bodies touching, intertwining, melting into each other leaves me breathless. My body instinctually arches into him as his hands possessively grope and squeeze my breasts, strum my painfully erect nipples, part my thighs wider, before greedily, frantically stroking then slipping his fingers inside my hot sex which is soaking wet for him.

His fingers have me reeling, penetrating me into oblivion, my body writhes underneath him, and within seconds, Ye Hua brings me to complete with his ministrations. I moan into his mouth as he swallows my sounds of climax, I feel myself milking around his fingers that continue to penetrate me lengthening my peak while I shape myself and offer him my body so he can grind himself against me for the necessary friction.

His fingers tease me, leaving me feeling feverish. I’m insane, delirious with animalistic lust. I want him to take me like a bitch in heat when I grab his throbbing sex that feels much more significant and longer than I remember. My palm strokes the slick engorged head of his manhood as my body, my hips undulate with a ravenous want while I shift, line his cock up to my needy and glossy slit.

“You’re so wet for me…” Ye Hua moans when he feels my wet silky folds open for him. He bites into my shoulder and impales me with one swift stroke of his massive sex groaning.

Sheathed in my wet silk, his girthy cock penetrates abyssal and low. In me rooted, he’s balls deep, his full length bumping underground to the end of my love channel and pressing into my cervix. I cry out from the strain. I know we’ve had sex before, but Ye Hua feels much more significant both in circumference and length. As if to cushion the blow, my legs pull into my torso to absorb his thrusts, my body curls as a result of the sudden inner fullness and stretch, which is remarkably painful. Regardless of the discomfort, my arousal leaves me slick, I’m soaking, and it doesn’t take even three strokes of his engorged manhood pistoning in and out of me before I hit another orgasm, this time screaming.

My arms tightened around his neck. I can’t keep my eyes open, and they roll into the back my head as I continue to come apart securely wrapped around his insanely huge sex. Wantonly moaning, I climax the hardest I’ve come in hundreds of years. Around him, with a patterned cadence, like a quickened heartbeat, my drenched inner folds convulse spastically, and his steady pace of penetration continues as he withdraws and enters all the way to prolongs my peak milking every drop of pleasure out of it. His speed remains until he hears me come down, and my rapid breathing slows then Ye Hua’s thrusts become erratic, faster, deeper, every pounding stroke knocks into the deepest part of my nucleus.

He sounds like a beast grunting and groaning while he possessively fucks me the way he needs to, the way only he knows how to truly own me. I wrap my legs around his waist to spread myself more for him to go deeper which he does and while staring intently into my eyes, he declares, “I love you.” My name he groans before crushing his lips to mine and starts pumping into me with a vengeance then two strong pulsations before the warmth of his release washes my insides with his hot seed. I feel him coming inside me and the knowledge of his essence filling, marking me propels my pleasure to the precipice and topples over, my third orgasm releasing in a rush.

It takes a little while for us to both come down from our mutual orgasms. As we lay there blissfully kissing, our bodies intertwined with semi-erect Ye Hua still inside me his heart thrums in time with mine. He fails to remember our surroundings, and it’s not until I hear what sounds like a soft whimper, or a faint sob I suddenly remember we’re not alone. Excusing the harem would be the proper thing to do. After all, witnessing such a display of passion must have upset some of his concubines, but I don’t because not only am I possessive bitch, we’ve barely gotten started, and that was only the first show

To be continued…

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