報復 Bàofù IV: Crossroads: Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms Fanfiction Ch 36 NSFW

The Pavillion of Peonies

Too much vanity had once been one of her character flaws, but she had changed. The former her, the more audaciously forward and full of arrogance, haughty woman Bai Qian had once been, might have challenged him. Or at least questioned where Ye Hua was sneaking off to in the middle of the night. However, after being under dominating and controlling, Mo Yuan’s clutch had taught reformed her to behave with more complacency, act removed, and not question. He had set rules that she needed to follow.

Rule 9: Never ask a question if you don’t want to hear the truth

Ye Hua had gotten dressed and rushed out. She kept her eyes closed and pretended to be asleep. From reading Dongmei’s chronicle, Bai Qian had learned that one woman a night wasn’t enough for him sometimes. Or perhaps a late-night emergency had arisen. Either way, it wasn’t of any concern to her, was it now?

Rule 15: Know your place.

Wordlessly he left. Only after Bai Qian knew Ye Hua wasn’t near, her magic sparked the unlit candle by the bedside, as she pulled the diary out from under her pillow to reread it yet again. A creature of habit, reading from beginning to end without skipping pages, and the range of emotions that the book spurred within her was the same every time. Morbid fascination, disbelief, shame, embarrassment, sorrow, and mostly infuriating jealousy. Why did she torture herself? Why not destroy and remove the source of her distress? 

Bai Qian wasn’t the only one who grappled with her decision. His glowing slate-colored wolf eyes felt like invisible darts flying towards her. From the far opposite side of the bed-chamber, she sensed bodyguard Ming’s gaze, silently judging her for rereading this offensive book and Ye Hua’s unexplained departure. She knew Ming disagreed with her possessing it. He had read it, deemed Dongmei a sadomasochist for keeping such detailed records for hundreds of years since all the events occurred when she was married to Ye Hua and his Imperial Consort.

Ming questioned if Dongmei’s feelings of affections for Ye Hua were anything if genuine. To the Dire Wolf, a clan loyalist and military head, Dongmei was a shameless traitor to the Fox Clan, whose death sentence had been too mild. Quartered by four horses was what she deserved for using the Celestial Skylord and betraying Qingqiu. If she were to return, her reincarnation should have been an insect since she was a parasite intoxicated on the unimaginable power in her newfound role. A man could never understand a jaded woman’s heart because Bai Qian understood Dongmei’s motivations were not that singular, and not loving Ye Hua was never the case.

It anything it was the other way around—that first encounter. Dongmei never forgot or got over their first and single night of passion when drunken Ye Hua thought she was his Qian Qian. It was so evident by her intensely personal choice of wording. She described Ye Hua’s expressions with such clarity and ways with such precise details because she, like Sujin and other women before her, was obsessed with her indifferent husband. A dismal fate she shared with all the other women who had ever fallen for Ye Hua.

Had Dongmei agonized in her desolation every damn night the way Bai Qian had died a little bit, disappearing inside herself every time Mo Yuan touched her against her will? Dongmei had been her most trusted female confidante after Bai Fengjiu. When everything went to hell, Bai Fengjiu would have been the one to deliver her confidential messages to Ye Hua, but by then, everyone knew she was Bai Qian’s niece, Phoenix Nine, the little princess from Qingqiu.

For Bai Qian’s plan’s success, she needed someone unknown, someone unseen by Mo Yuan, to stay by Ali’s side for protection and help everyone reunite in secrecy. Half mortal Dongmei, who owed the Fox Empress a life debt, and received nothing but loving benevolence from Qingqiu’s royal family, was the perfect candidate. How could anyone have known?…Who would have ever guessed Dongmei would end up bedding, marrying, getting impregnated by Ye Hua, moreover embezzling. Billions of Qingqiu gold and assets? Nobody could have predicted such an outrageous outcome.

Nobody.

Yet one would wonder why the Fox Clan trusted an outsider with such a profoundly life-saving and imperative task for Bai Qian, Ye Hua, Ali, and the unborn twin’s survival? Simple, Dongmei was family. Indirectly, but nevertheless, she was a branch of their family tree, one of them through marriage.

Everyone knew Bai Qian grew up surrounded by predominantly men both at home and Mount Kunlun. Thus, her sisters’ in-laws, she adored, respected, and treasured as they did her, their Xiao Wu, the baby of the royal family. Their fates and lives were associated because Dongmei, Xuan Nu the deceased and former Demon Queen, and Bai Qian’s first sister-in-law were all sired by a former general in Qingqiu’s army, the same father, even though all had different mothers.

First sister-in-law Ehuang, married to eldest brother Baixuan, was the only legitimate daughter of the first wife. Xuan Nu’s mum was his second consort, and lastly, Dongmei’s mother was an impromptu mating, a human prostitute after a drunken night in a mortal realm. The half-human offspring might have stayed in the mortal realm forever if it hadn’t been for her ailing father’s last wish.

Those about to die often reflect on their past and wish to undo or make amends for their former sins; Bai Qian’s first sister-in-law’s dying father wasn’t any different. His wish was to find his bastard child and save her from a harlot’s fate. It took over two thousand years of searching, but the Fox Empress found the orphaned youth, brought her to Qingqiu, and placed her in a loving home. Bai Qian did her best to shower her affection on the young woman, but alas, half-mortal Dongmei’s inferiority complex towards Bai Qian had already taken root.

So as much as Dongmei longed for and cherished Bai Qian’s sisterly affection, she wanted to be of equal status and hated the Fox Queen more. Hence lies the answer, the very reason as to why Dongmei kept such a disgraceful journal. Its sole purpose was revenge. It was to show Bai Qian. To provoke the defeated and discredited High Goddess further. Insult to injury, if you will. Something like pouring lemon juice on an open wound. It was to destroy any remnants of her love rival’s lingering hope, and Dongmei knew her enemy well.

She deeply longed for Ye Hua’s love. However, her bitterness and animosity toward Bai Qian were far more significant and further exceeded. Dongmei was gone, and as fated by Heaven, Bai Qian held Sky Empress’s status, the very role the deceased consort always aspired to be. Still, the dead woman Ye Hua’s second wife’s legacy remained with the sexually lewd dirty little book written with such details that Bai Qian could envision the acts in her mind. Which she often did…too often. Dongmei’s mission was a success, therefore, earning half-mortal Dongmei a point against another notch in High Goddess, Bai Qian’s heart.

Bai Qian didn’t know what burned and offended her more. Was it the fact Dongmei struck her again, and left a mark or that she pictured Ye Hua with other women? What a shame. Had the servants found it sooner, Empress Bai Qian would have gifted her once friend with something different from ‘The Sutra of Filial Piety or the Sutra on the Profundity of Filial Love, Sutra Parental Benevolence.’  Something spicier to escort the death-sentenced consort Dongmei to hell with much more fury and fuel for her already resentful heart. 

Wrath begets wrath, or in this case, Dongmei mind-fucked Bai Qian. Hence it would have been rightfully fitting to return the favor. It was regretful that she never got the chance to tell the consort the truth about her son and the real identity of Prince Yingpei. A secret Bai Qian had yet to share with Ye Hua.

After all, every decent conflict has birth secrets. The two women love rivals who were once as close as family, had engaged in a silent war. Unlike men’s clashes, where hand to hand warfare is usual, the women had been battling wits. Dongmei wasn’t the only one with spies on Kunlun watching Bai Qian.

Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.” Mo Yuan had taught her this when she was his disciple, and that’s what she did. For hundreds of years, Bai Qian kept a low profile and stayed out of sight while her people planted in Nine Heavens served Consort Dongmei while filling her ears and mind with false, misleading information.

Bai Qian~

“Goodnight. Everyone can go. I’m going to sleep,” I mumble while yawning dramatically for emphasis as the attendants quietly fade into the darkness. I’m saving face. Everyone saw Ye Hua leaving, and now I’m alone in bed. This strange feeling of being left alone by Ye Hua after intimacy is something I’ll have to grow accustomed to eventually.

Rule 4: You reap what you sow. It’s your karma, precious.

I cringe in spite of myself. Even in seclusion from Mount Kunlun, Mo Yuan’s voice mocks me as I begin to drift off until my Fox’s hearing catches the subtle breathing nearby. It’s Ye Hua, and he’s quietly standing at the entryway watching me. “What are you doing? Are you coming or going?” I’m murmuring, intentionally sounding drowsy and as un-prying as possible.

His reply…Sweet tenderness flows from his lips. He is telling me not to wake him from his dream. His emotions, every sentiment in his heart, saturates his soft voice, making me realize why I risked everything to be here now. I love him. I’ve always loved just him, and all I want to do is hold him. Opening my arms to him, he comes to me and descends, burying his face into my buxom and the warmth of my embrace.

What is it about being in the darkness that makes it easier to speak from one’s heart? I share my regrets and apologetically take accountability for my past actions—something I should have done hundreds of years ago. Tears of silent gratitude swell, spillover, and drip down my cheeks when he tells me our youngest daughter is safe.

We honestly share our thoughts, sentiments and communicate. Such a primary and basic activity, but it shows how far we’ve come, and we’ve both changed for the better. Lying in each other’s arms under the duskiness of twilight, we talk of ourselves and our children. Some things may have changed, but his gentle heart is as sensitive as ever. Ye Hua shares the pain, the tolls he endured without me, and lastly, I confess my utmost fear of losing all I hold dear, our family.

“Our family will prevail, and I’ll keep everyone safe and together.” He speaks between, placing tender loving kisses on my cheeks. His voice lightens with his dry humor, ”Let’s be honest. We’ve fought against and tried to outmaneuver each other before, but you and I have never truly joined forces and ganged up on one sorry sap of an opponent, have we, Gugu? I believe that we can be quite a formidable pair, no?”

“We and everything will be fine.” He says again. I wonder if he’s reassuring himself or me, yet he’s successful because I trustingly believe him more than anything else. How can he be so vulnerable one moment then this self-assured, fearless within a blink of an eye? I’ve been a fool, underestimated him for too long, but not anymore, and never again will I repeat that mistake.

“Qian Qian,” cradling my face gently with both hands and firmly but tenderly presses his lips to mine. He licks my tear-stained cheeks, catching the last drop on the tip of his tongue, his mouth on mine before pushing my lips apart.

His lips on mine taste sweet and salty. As our passionate kiss deepens, like a tightly closed flower, I feel my body coming to life, stirring, blooming, and the sensation reminds me of the first time we made love. His scent makes me burn for him to take me. Ye Hua has a distinct natural fragrance. I used to think of it when I was on Kunlun Mountain. His skin smells how one would smell after swimming in a freshly flowing stream or river then lazily lying in the warm sunlight to dry. Maybe that has something to do with it’s his age. He smells like innocence, hope, and a promise of better days to come.

My young husband is the light to my inner darkness; the same way twilight now gives way to glimmering lights. The unlit candles around the bed magically flicker to life. I’d forgotten Ye Hua prefers to make love to me with the light on. Visual creature, I feel his lascivious eyes drinking me in as he strips, deliberately pushing, discarding my nightgown to the ground. “Qian Qian… My Qian Qian”, he murmurs against the curved shell of my ear.

Peach and peonies scented air carryings my name as I steady my breathing to slow my racing heart. It’s been a long since I was this woman. Yet with him, it’s always been like this. It feels like fire. I want him. I crave to feel his hands, his scent, and body all over me. I want him inside me until I can’t remember my name. If it were possible to merge myself and descend into his pores, become a part of him and disappear, I would go without hesitation, and maybe he feels the same because his handling is needy and full of hunger. 

His mouth crushed mine. His tongue pushes inside of my mouth, and I wonder if he can detect my profound longing, fathomless desire. The hardness of his manhood between our hips tells me he’s as ready as me. Moaning, I ache to feel him inside me, and when his hand brushes my bare mound, the tingling sensation makes me wet to the point moisture puddles around my anxious sex. 

It’s pure sexual energy and heat. Flowing, coursing between us as our bodies shifts, curves, molds, and tangles like intertwining vines with him between my thighs. There isn’t a sliver of space between us. He kisses my jaw, my throat, then licks, biting my neck, marking me, my skin. He licks down the delicate hollow between my collarbones and rubs his thick cock into my lower folds. 

My hands are all over him, his shoulders, back, and his firm buttocks as I widen my spread. I feel his hand shift beneath, parting, toying with my sex more, teasing the twitching opening with slow vertical passes upon my soaking slit. I wrap my legs around his defined hips when he brings his face to mine, intently watching my expression and staring into my eyes as his long slender fingers penetrate my needy pussy with steady, consistent inserts.

Our eyes lock. I’m drowning in his gaze. They sparkle his dark, almost black eyes gleam as he watches my face. Squirming, my back arches, bowing off the bed when his free hand lightly grips my neck as his mouth devours mine—moaning into my mouth. He swallows the sounds of my pleasure as his hand grasping my neck shifts to massage and fondles my full, rounded breasts. His tongue follows his palm’s path, licking and sucking my breasts, tracing the bumpy, puckered areolas and plumy peaked nipples before sucking on them with urgent pressure as his cock slides inside me, taking the place of where his fingers had been. “I love you so much.” Ye Hua groans hoarsely becoming one with me.

My breathing hitches as he stretches me. I gasp, then cry out, pressing my forehead into his broad shoulder when his strong hand loops around my lower back, drawing, arching me into his body more. Ye Hua takes me more demandingly, my hip to his, wholly occupying my tight, snug lower treasure while he enters and withdraws again and again. His lips find mine kissing them, roughly sucking my lips into his mouth as his strokes become deeper, demanding, and urgent.

It’s a subtle tilt of our hips, but he hit my inner sweet spot, driving me to climax all over him. My inner folds clench and pulsate around, hugging his swelling cock. His lips come off mine, a string of clear saliva connects us when I pull away just enough to say.

“Ye Hua, I want another baby.” I whimper, and he growls beastly. It’s deep, brassy, primal, and animalistic. He grabs both my wrist, holds them overhead one-handedly, throws my legs over his shoulders, and vigorously plows into my wet pussy with urgency and force, panting and grunting with every stroke. He’s packing me to full capacity from the fat tip of his manhood to his seed-filled balls, and his chest slaps the back of my thighs hard on his diving descends. 

The feeling is painful, sharp, and so damn blissful. Pure fucking rapture. It’s the most exquisite and delicious sensation, and I’m right there again on the precipice with Ye Hua. So close, and he effortlessly guides me over the edge when he moans huskily in his lust-filled voice, “I love you, come for me.” Like a trigger to his verbal command, my body compiles. I’m coming again. My second orgasm crashes down on me like a tidal wave. I’m screaming his name and my entire body trembling head to toe as I peak harder than I can ever recall.

What was that?! My mind has gone blank, and my body is still flying, buzzing in post-orgasmic over glow. I’d forgotten making love could be like this. My pounding heart is still racing, and I haven’t caught my breath yet, but my eyes widen in shock when I feel Ye Hua’s spent manhood stirring back to life against the soaking wet inner of my thighs.

To be continued…

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