報復 Bàofù IV: Crossroads: Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms Fanfiction Ch 31 NSFW

Triggered…

Ye Hua~

It’s nothing short of a miracle. Just when my hope begins to wane, and I assume she is too far out of my reach. It’s serendipitous when most unexpectantly emerges a crossroad. Then with a leap of faith fearlessly the axis of my world, my heart, my soul, my wife Qian Qian rather than fleeing as usual bravely turns and runs towards me thus revealing her love finally.

“You don’t have to do anything other than stay with me. I love you, Ye Hua. I’ve always loved you.”Genuine heartfelt emotion pours from her loving gaze and warms me like the sun when Qian Qian goes on to utter something I never expected to hear from her lips. “Being the mother of your children, ‘all’ your children, our little fourth Yingpei included has been the greatest joy of my life.”

The outcome of her love confession is paralysis. I’m too amazed, utterly floored and entirely voiceless unable even to blink. Call it a character flaw or shortcoming, since I’ve never been overly vocal. It’s not one of my strengths. However, there is much that needs to be said. I need to apologize for not protecting her, not trusting her along with thanking her for all her sacrifices. But it’s these very gut-wrenching sacrifices she made for us, to protect us that chokes my throat like the noose on the gauntlet in which I deserve to be lynched.

As Qian Qian’s husband, my failures are too many to count. My shame suffocates me. And I forever carry the responsibility of knowing while she was suffering, while she was silently enduring on Kunlun Mountain as my brother’s abductee. I was a heathen who selfishly drowned my sorrows in opiates, flesh and cursing her name from afar.

I did. Time and time over, I cursed her. Every baby she miscarried, I celebrated with aphrodisiac drug and an orgy. There were many nights, and I wanted to drink the very blood tears she wept when she lost every child she ever conceived. One of my most profound shames is our beautiful twin daughters were also recipients of my venomous poison saturated ill wishes.

My hatred didn’t end there. The harem was a ruse and nothing but a production created to wound her. Since with every new concubine I took, I was aware I was betraying her, again and again. My behaviors were unforgivable, and my lame and inadequate explanation is this…

The shattered man in me desired Qian Qian to taste the same loss, bitterness, and pain as me because even my misery longed for her company. And it may sound feeble now, but at the time, it felt justified. Losing Qian Qian destroyed me and filled my broken heart with a resentment that made it arduous to exist and breathe. Hence following her retribution became my reason for living and I filled my lungs and breathed air so I could administer her bàofù.

My revenge on her was uncomplicated. I simply wanted her to believe she and our time together meant nothing and that she was meaningless to me, then I sat back and savored every ounce of her sufferings. Regretfully, my methods of torment and breaking her heart were too successful, and it wasn’t Mo Yuan’s selfish deeds alone that bought on her undoing since I also contributed to her shattering.

So presently, I find myself wondering if I still have any rights to be her husband? Do I deserve another chance at happiness with Qian Qian?

As I linger and reflect, my absence of verbal eloquence, my inability to express myself sends the wrong message. The lack of spoken communication between us causes her to emotionally step back and restore the chasm, reestablish the distance that separated us. Next, like a fortress, she shuts down and begins locking me out again.

Qian Qian misreads my guilt-ridden expression, misunderstands my remorseful stillness, and comes up with another interpretation which couldn’t be furthest from the truth. “Ye Hua,” She says, “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.”

‘It’s the other way around! I feel too remorseful! Don’t you get it?’
I want to shout, but my quiet stems from my feelings of unworthiness. How could she think she needs to make any excuses for anything? Damn, it stings like hell to hear her say she doesn’t expect anything from me.

“You shouldn’t have excused the harem before selecting someone to serve you this evening.” She said, and Qian Qian sounds so happy that it makes me angry.

What!? Is she out of her mind? Insane? Has she forgotten about all my years of celibacy after SuSu died? Also, how could anyone else even come into my sights with her around? But there it is, the harem! My most consequential mistake is thrown back to punch me in the face, but it’s then when suddenly my missing voice reappears.

“I haven’t…” I state, but unfortunately, my only recently surfaced voice withdrawals when my jaw involuntarily snaps shut, therefore “loved anyone but you,” never makes it out of my mouth because I’m so outraged.

I’m beyond triggered and highly disturbed. Too enraged to recognize the terrible timing of my incomplete declaration or how that might sound to her. My hot temper flares further as the shrill voices from outdoor mutes me again. It grates every single nerve in my entire being when the term I despise most in the world-‘Mo Yuan’s mistress’- reaches my ears. Repeatedly!

In my haste, I forget to dismiss the harem before following Qian Qian into the bedchamber. I don’t think she can hear them, but outside in the peony laden courtyard, some either daring or ignorant concubines, who don’t value their lives are having a slanderous conversation that carries a death sentence.

“Aya, did you see how beastly she was biting off poor Consort Chu’s fingers? The way she threw herself at his Grace made me sick!”
“I heard she killed Imperial Consort Dongmei to steal Prince Yingpei since she can’t have any more children.”
“She’s using her children to gain power! Is it just me or has anyone else noticed just how much Princess Changchang resembles her real father, High God Mo Yuan!”
“I did notice the little princess is a mini version of the God of War himself. I heard the other brat is coming tomorrow. She is supposedly Mo Yuan’s favorite daughter.”
“Will Mo Yuan start a war over all this? Why must our families suffer loss? There better not be a war because of her and her half-demon spawns!”
“What? War? She isn’t worth fighting for! It’s unfortunate that Xuan Nu failed to finish her.”

It’s violating, and I feel as if I’ve just been stabbed in the ear with an iron spike. My stinging eyes, along with my burning ears, feel as if they are on fire. Their wicked conversation chars my brain. It takes everything within me, every measure of control not to rush outside and slay everyone standing since a quick death is too merciful for the likes of them. Their only saving grace is Qian Qian didn’t hear them, but that doesn’t excuse anything.

Punishment is necessary before the complete disbanding of the imperial harem.

For climactic effect, without warning Qian Qian, I summon all the women into her bedchamber under the pretense of selecting someone to serve me for the night. After everyone takes their places, I sit her nude on my lap and announce, “My Empress is generous, understanding, and I do have a significant need tonight.”

Then I begin to mark my enticing vixen by grinding her into my erection. I almost lose all my composure when her eyelashes nervously flutter, her eyes saucer and her blushing cheeks turn beet red from the pulse of my readiness throbbing under her lush derriere.

“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?” I ask and wait…

Finally, it hits her, and she sees through my very public display of affection. Then it’s like watching the sunrise in her eyes when recognition dawns and Qian Qian understands for me it’s always just been her. “Ye Hua, that’s enough. I know what you’re doing…” She speaks blushing. Knowing me well enough to perceive that only for her, would I behave so recklessly so foolishly.

With my finger, I tap closed the full pouty lips that I’ll soon be breaching with parts of my body and tenderly warn, “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.”

Astonished, she gasps in both horror and possibly anticipation and I almost take her right there. Her entire body turns the same shade as a ripe strawberry. Her eyes dilate, and I can smell the scent of her arousal emanating from my thighs. My member grows harder and thicker as I imagine her nude and strapped across my lap with her heart-shaped bottom high up in the air being punished.

Yes, there will be a lesson in discipline. We still need to discuss when she met Xuan Nu alone to rescue A-Li without telling me. When Qian Qian was last in Nine Heavens, I was too insecure, too anxious to please her and as a husband, failed her miserably. I neglected to enforce disciple, which she needs and did not establish myself as her mate, her Alpha.

This time around everything will be different, and she will follow my leadership because it’s for her and our children’s safety. Therefore, my comment about spanking her isn’t an empty threat but a promise. Perhaps, not yet or at least not now but very soon.

“Dear husband, Gugu is 90,000 years older than you, young man.” Hearing her say this to me dissipates my images of discipline and instead makes me weep tears of pure joy. There had been a time when I used to despise when she brought up our age difference although now it sounds like sweet music to my ears and just when I think it can’t get any better, she whispers, “I love you, Ye Hua. I missed you.”

Then her lips gather mine and from the very moment our lips meet and collide, I’m already on the brink and dangerous near the edge. I know our first time making love will be rushed, and I don’t expect to last long. My mind is whirling as I imagine how incredible it would be if I had three heads, six arms, and three cocks, so I could take all of her at once.

There’s so much I ache to do to my Qian Qian, with her but at this moment, it’s her tantalizingly exquisite flower that provokes me. I can smell the musky sweetness of her arousal and know she’s dripping wet for me which triggers my cravings to worship between her creamy thighs, suck on her silken folds, lick her roseate clit and swallow the honeyed nectar that flows from her while she comes undone gliding against my greedy tongue.

Ever since our chance meeting in Zhe Yan’s orchard, I had been consumed with images of myself drinking from her sweet pussy. However, my attempts to kiss her below are futile because Qian Qian refuses to surrender my lips. And my ravenous mouth instantly becomes jealous when my lucky fingers revere her first as I urgently stroke her glistening creases before sinking into her wet heat.

The way she writhes and undulates beneath me as she drowns in her pleasure has my lengthy desperation dripping evidence of my profound arousal all over her leg. Its sheer insanity that overcomes me when her slippery molasses overflows my plunging hand and her sweet… No, the sweet, delicious pussy that belongs to me clenches and spasms around my digits when she hit her peak.

Qian Qian rides out her climax rubbing against my palm then grabs my needy sex and strokes her hand over the mushroomed head before lining herself up to me. The promise of release is too pressing to resist. Sharply pistoning my hips forward, I drive into her velvet warmth, gritting my teeth from her tightness that too snuggly sheathes me and within her find my home.

She is my home and my yearning heart that feels the same rejoices our physical reunion as I tap into her nucleus finding myself again and again. We make love like we’re making war and it doesn’t even take three full inner strokes before her receptive body tenses again as it hits the precipe and she comes apart slathering me in her emulsion.

The way she looks during her climax, the rapturous expression on her face as her eyes rolled back into her head is too much to bear. She’s too hot, tight, and slippery. I groan into her mouth before fucking my beautiful wife into oblivion with everything within me until her sweet sugar walls envelop and clutch me and I hit my release that feels more like an aneurysm than an orgasm.

The pressured release starts at my brain stem then swiftly proceeds down my spine and into my balls before I feel myself exploding. I come so hard that I nearly blackout while feeling myself squirting a century’s worth of semen into Qian Qian’s womb and I think of how great it would be to put another baby inside her.

I’m still savoring, riding out my blissful high when I hear her coming again for the third time, and as she reaches her peak, the clenching from her inner pleats extract the very lasts of the seed. The sweet tension and inner hold are just right and such that my erection remains leaving me still mostly hard.

With the weight of my first release gone, I’m able to control my urges and slow down as we make love and kiss languidly and sensuously. I love the way Qian Qian is wrapped around me. It’s as if she never wants to let go and neither do I. Our connected bodies intertwine like congenital twins, so it’s difficult to tell where she begins and where I end.

We would have stayed like this forever or at least all night; however, sadly, our youngest son Yingpei had other plans. Guards, countless servants surround the palace, but somehow he managed to sneak away from his sibling, nurses and into the bedroom then misunderstands Qian Qian’s moans and cries of passion.

It’s incredible how fast he is when Yingpei sprints across the bedchamber before leaping in bed and on my back. Once on my posterior, he screams at me in rage while pounding his tiny fists into my backside, “AHHHHH! NOOO!!!” Our usually timid son grabs my hair with both hands, pulls and yells, “Stop hurting my mama! She’s crying! Get off my mama! I hate you! Yingpei hates youuuuu, father!”

There’s nothing funny about this moment, but Qian Qian along with the harem’s women, servants and guards are all hysterically laughing. Many, most are in tears, and I’m crying but not for the same reasons.

Damn! I never knew how seriously children ruin sex lives! Who would have known that we would need a date night for our reconciliation?


To be continued…

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