Falling in Lust
Jinghua-
The room falls into a hushed stillness, thick with tension that can be felt in the air. Meihua motions for me to lie down on the bed, her voice barely audible amidst the quietude. Slowly, she approaches, straddling my body with a deliberate grace. Her nipples, a rich plum hue, hang just inches above my chest as she leans closer. The scent of our mingling skin is intoxicating. Her thick jet-black hair cascades like delicate silk curtains, brushing against my cheeks with tender strands. Suddenly, the door at the far end of the room swings open, and the voices and footsteps come to an abrupt halt.
A sharp gasp echoes in the room as Meihua exposes her bare back and shoulders, instilling silence. Meanwhile, her hair shields my face from being seen. The air becomes charged with a mix of tension and indignation as she reveals her profile to the intruders. “How dare you!? You have the audacity!” Her voice exudes both confidence and defiance. “If you seek a woman’s companionship, find one of your own. Unless you’re blind, it’s obvious that I am otherwise engaged. Leave this instant!”
“Um… Your Highnesses, as you can see, these individuals are not your fourth or fifteenth sibling princes in this room,” Qing Yuan stammers, his cheerful voice trembling. Suddenly, Meihua’s sharp and condescending voice interrupts him, piercing the air with ridicule. “Why are you all still lingering here? Are you a bunch of perverts?” Her words slice through the room, filled with a mix of anger and disgust.
She lazily sits up straighter, causing the plush blanket to slip down, revealing more of her enticing silhouette. The dim light casts a seductive aura, accentuating the graceful curves of her lower back. With a voice that contradicts her innocent appearance, she fearlessly propositions them, her words dripping with sensuality. “Or perhaps you’d like to be next? I’ll be available in an hour or two.” My sixth brother, sneering disdainfully, spits out the words, “As if I’d ever let you touch me, you shameless whore.” The door slams shut, its echo reverberating through the hallway as their voices and retreating footsteps gradually fade away.
Her tense posture relaxes, her shoulders slumping as she eases into a more comfortable position. Meihua turns to me, a soft smile playing on her lips, her voice barely a whisper, though there isn’t any need for her to lower it. “I told you that would work,” she says, her words tinged with triumph. But I can’t find any success or humor in this situation, though. My frustration simmers beneath the surface.
“Get up,” I demand, my voice strained as I struggle to contain my temper. She blinks at me, confusion clear in her eyes. Without hesitation, I push her off me, scrambling to my feet. With my back turned towards her, I reach for her clothes, grabbing them haphazardly because they’re on top of mine. I don’t glance back at her as I hurl them towards the bed. She sits there, watching me intently, unmoving.
“Did you expect me to be grateful?” I spat, the anger in my voice palpable. I hastily throw on my shirt, struggling with the buttons as my hands shake with frustration. “Had I known that was your plan, I would have rather dealt with my brothers.” My words hang heavy in the air as I fumble with the buttons.
“Get up and get dressed,” I bark at her again, my voice filled with rage as it echoes through the empty room. The sound of my words hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint scent of incense from the other rooms. As I hastily slide into my clothes, the rustle of fabric fills the silence.
Finally, I hear her stir, the soft shuffle of her feet against the cold floor. Confusion tinges her voice as she speaks, breaking the tense atmosphere. “I don’t understand why you’re angry,” she murmurs, her voice weaving through the air. “You didn’t want your brothers to know you were here, and I got rid of them.”
I spin around, my anger boiling within me, and unleash my fury upon her. “You fixed nothing,” I seethe, my voice laced with frustration. “You turned me into a coward, hiding behind a woman. And you, an unmarried woman, allowed a group of men to leer at you undressed.”
I turn to face her, my steps quick and determined as I close the distance between us. Her gaze falters, her eyes widening with uncertainty as I move closer. She takes hurried steps back; her fear radiating off her in waves.
“Don’t you get it?” I demand, my voice sharp and cutting. “You put me in a vulnerable position, where my honor was disgraced. Not to mention, they think you’re a whore.”
Her apprehension fades, replaced by a burning glare as she meets my gaze head-on. Her words are laced with defiance, mirroring my tone. “Your poor precious princely ego must be devastated,” she retorts, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “And you were touched by a lowly servant who was mistaken for a courtesan. Thank goodness you didn’t get an erection, or I’d have to worry about losing my head.”
The room feels suffocating, the tension between us reaching its peak. The air is thick with unspoken words and the weight of our shared frustration.
“Meihua, where did you learn to speak like that? Like a tramp? Are you running away from something? Did you escape from a brothel?” The glowing anger in her eyes turns into a blazing fire as she slaps me across the face. In response, I punch the wall just inches away from her, but she remains unfettered. She chuckles sarcastically and dry, “You’re a moron!” Shaking her head, then forcefully pushes me back with both hands against my chest.
I stumble over my feet as she rushes out of the room. Determined, I chase after her, but she is incredibly fast and I lose sight of her between the third and first floor. Confused, I run into a group of servants gathered at the foot of the stairs. The older woman wearing an apron points me in the direction she saw her flee.
It doesn’t take me long to find her.
The streets are deserted because of the rain, with most stores closed and the few open ones empty. I glimpse her from behind, trudging through the downpour with her head held high. Her emerald-colored coat clings to her slight frame, soaked from the rain. Her arms hang straight at her sides and her hands tightly clenched into fists.
“Meihua,” I call out, my voice echoing through the rain-soaked street. As I reach for her shoulder, the cool droplets dampen my fingertips. However, she pulls away, her hurried footsteps blending with the pitter-patter of raindrops on the cobblestones. Undeterred, I firmly grip her shoulder again, feeling the tension in her muscles as she swiftly turns around. The scent of wet earth and rain mingles with the faint aroma of foods from the nearby restaurants.
Finally, I let out all that had truly been bothering me. “Why didn’t you tell me you met my brother?” Her brows furrow, perplexed, and rain runs down her face. The sound of rain intensifies, drowning out our conversation. “Why didn’t you tell me about meeting Jingyuan?” I demand, my voice straining against the downpour. She replies, her words barely audible amidst the rain’s crescendo, “I didn’t think it was important.”
I can’t help but scoff at her answer, but my words are barely audible over the sound of the roaring rain. “You really didn’t think it was important?” I scoff at her naivety.
I’m incredibly frustrated by her lack of understanding of palace procedures.
The raindrops beating against my skin reflect the simmering anger within me. “Because of that one meeting, my brother proposes to make you his next concubine. Jingyuan knows you and I are faking a relationship.”
“He told me he found you charming and cute.” The bitterness in my voice is masked by the sound of the rain, but it still seeps through. I’m not proud of feeling this way. Jealousy is a useless emotion, but ever since my last meeting with Jingyuan, I’ve been silently fuming and stewing. I understand my brother doesn’t mean it, but is it too much to ask for just one person to be mine, even just once?
The rain grows stronger, pounding against my skin like countless tiny needles. As the younger twin of the Crown Prince, I’ve always made a conscious effort not to form attachments with anyone or anything. I don’t hold any resentment towards my brother, but it’s a fact that I’ve had things and people taken away from me before and the thought of Meihua joining his harem has kept me up at night, the incessant rhythm of the rain mirroring my restless nights.
“I’ve told you I wasn’t interested in becoming your brother’s concubine,” she shouts, her words carried away by the howling wind and rain. I can see the determination in her eyes as she stares at me, raindrops streaming down her face. She tightly wraps her slender arms around her drenched body, her lips tinged with a bluish hue, shivering from the cold.
Seeing her shivering snaps me out of my fit. Concern for her wellbeing overpowers my anger. My worry fills my voice as I suggest, “Grand Princess will kill me if you return with a cold.” I quickly scan our surroundings and spot an inn in the distance. “We’ll wait out the storm there.” I suggest, and she nods silently, following me.
Entering the inn, the innkeeper informs us that because of the storm, there is only one room available. As we are both men, he suggests we share. I pay more than the asking price, requesting the warmest room. The shop keeper gives us his personal room, dry towels, warm soup, and hot tea. Meihua and I follow the innkeeper to the single room. The room is simple yet tidy, with a comfortable bed, a chair, a small table, and, thankfully, a small fireplace to dry our soaked clothes. Meihua hesitates as she steps inside, finding a corner to settle in, keeping her distance from me, unsure of what to make of the situation. Startled, she jumps when the innkeeper returns with the items I requested, the clinking of the dishes breaking the silence.
“Thank you,” I tell him, and the door shuts softly behind him. I can hear the rain still pouring outside, the sound of droplets hitting the roof.
“Here, let me start the fire so we can dry our clothes,” I say, the scent of dampness lingering in the air. “If you’re tired, you can take the bed. The chair is fine for me.” However, she doesn’t budge from the distant corner. I sigh, the sound escaping my lips, as I grab the logs and place them into the fireplace. I carefully stack them, feeling the rough texture of the dry wood against my hands. I light the fire, the flickering flames casting a warm glow in the room. Standing up, I turn my back to her as I remove each article of clothing, feeling the cool air brush against my skin. Wet clothes hung on wooden beams drip water.
I undo my hair, the wet clumps slipping through my fingers. As I pull off my shirt, I hear her soft gasps; the fire illuminating the scars that mark my back. I reach for the towel the innkeeper has brought, feeling its softness against my skin as I begin to wipe myself off.
“I’m sorry,” Meihua whispers from behind me, her voice barely audible over the crackling fire. “I should not have made you feel emasculated. I didn’t think things through.” I turn to face her, rubbing the towel through my hair, the dampness seeping into the fabric.
“No, I’m sorry,” I reply, extending my hand towards her. “I was out of line, and regardless of the situation, I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way.” She hesitates, sucking on her bottom lip, before slowly coming towards me. “I didn’t mean to insult you,” she says, her voice filled with remorse, and I reply. “I shouldn’t have poured out my frustration out on you.” I reach out my hands, feeling the coolness of her skin as she approaches. Her soaking wet outer coat slips through my fingers, the fabric hangs heavily before I stretch it over the chair. Standing behind her, I gently rub and dry the drenched locks of her silky hair with the soft towel.
The room is filled with the sound of our steady breathing and the crackling of the fire, creating a cozy ambiance. We share a wordless moment, embracing the comforting silence, until Meihua breaks it with uncertainty in her voice. “Shouldn’t we inform the Grand Princess?” she asks. I sigh, my breath mingling with the warmth of the room. “I’ve sent a message that I’ll bring you home when the rain subsides,” I reply, secretly hoping for the rain to continue for days.
With closed eyes, I press, leaning my forehead against the back of her head, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her hair. Emotions swirl within me, intertwining and confusing, making it challenging to unravel or comprehend them. I feel we need to discuss what’s happening. Before I can voice my concerns, she says, “I know everything between us is pretense and I’m mindful your affections for me are not genuine,” she says, her words lingering heavily in the air. “I know there is no future for us, and I expect nothing from you once this is over.” Her words strike a chord, reminding me of the rules we established.
“No falling in love, but nothing was said about us falling in lust,” she continues, vulnerability and determination clear in her voice. “Jinghua, I became your pretend lover in public, so would it be so terrible if you became my pretend lover behind closed doors?”
My throat tightens. “What are you suggesting?”
“I want you to be my first. Make love to me,” Meihua whispered.
The firelight casting our shadow against the wall. The air is heavy with anticipation as we stand there, unable to deny the magnetic pull between us. The faint scent of burned wood lingers, adding an intoxicating element to the moment. With a gentle touch, she presses her cheek against my hand, sending shivers down my spine. I feel the heat radiating from her body, igniting a primal desire within me. Giving in to the overwhelming urge, I lean in and capture her lips with mine, losing myself in the tantalizing taste of our forbidden passion.
My hand glides softly across her face, tracing the gentle curves of her velvety skin. I tenderly place my lips on her pouty mouth, savoring her sweet kisses as our breaths intertwine. The fragrance of her delicate perfume lingers in the air as I shower her cheeks and neck with affectionate kisses. My other arm wraps around her slender waist, pulling her in close until her feet dangle above the ground. She clings to me, her arms embracing my shoulders and her legs wrapping around my hips.
With a gentle strength, I lift her higher, pressing her body against the wall. Our lips meet in a passionate exchange, our hands exploring and caressing what we can reach.
Gently, I lower her beside the bed, and I fall to my knees. I finish undressing her and peel off her wet pants, revealing her bare thighs and navel. Her creamy skin glistens with a subtle dewiness from her wet clothes. My index fingers slide along the side of her lower lingerie, teasingly pulling them down. The anticipation builds, knowing that I am the first man to lay eyes on her in this vulnerable state.
She slowly lifts each foot, granting me access to slide the delicate fabric of her lingerie off effortlessly. With a careless toss, they find their place somewhere in the room, unnoticed. Her hands rest gently on my shoulders, their warmth seeping into my skin as I fixate my gaze on her exposed lower treasure. I press my eager face against her soft mound, inhaling deeply, intoxicated by the mesmerizing scent of her innocence.
“You’re beautiful, Meihua,” I whisper, the words barely audible as they escape my lips. The room is filled with a soft, hushed silence, broken only by the sound of our breaths intertwining. I lean in, planting a gentle kiss on her mound, feeling the warmth of her skin against my lips. Meihua gasps softly, her delicate thighs tightening as she stands, her anticipation palpable.
As I continue to explore her body, my fingers delicately tracing the curves of her hips, Meihua’s touch becomes more urgent. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, a mixture of desire and vulnerability in her touch. I press my lips against her closed thighs, slowly prying them apart, reveling in the sight before me.
The room seems to spin with a heady mix of desire and longing. I’ve wanted her for so long, my mind is on the verge of exploding with passion. But I resist the temptation to take her innocence on the hard floor, knowing that this moment deserves more. I want to prolong and savor every second until it becomes impossible for me to hold back any longer.
With a firm yet tender grip, I wrap an arm around her waist, guiding her back to the bed. As I lie her down gently, she doesn’t shy away and cover herself. Her nudity now brought to light and exposed. Her gaze remains fixated on me, unwavering, as I begin to take off the last remaining piece of clothing, my pants.
Her eyes widened in response to my naked form. Her faint gasps and blushes betraying her growing excitement. And when her gaze finally lands on my hardened male sex, a curious desire flickers across her chaste face, igniting a fire within us both.
“Is this what you really want, Meihua?” She nods and I know to expect the impending complexity of our relationship, yet in this instant, doubt is absent. Her desire and ardor radiate through the air. As I settle on the bed beside her, I lean in, planting a tender kiss on her lips, delicately exploring her mouth with my tongue.
Our tongues entwine playfully, engaging in a graceful dance, as the sound of our breaths and the soft rustle of the sheets fill the room. Unable to resist any longer, I take her right nipple into my mouth, lavishing it with my tongue and suckling on the hardened nub. Simultaneously, I roll the other nipple between my fingertips, intensifying her pleasure.
The warmth from the fireplace fills the room, casting a comforting glow. The crackling fire and the rhythmic sound of rain hitting the roof create an intimate ambiance, as if it’s just the two of us in the world. The room fills with the symphony of her soft sighs, whimpering pleas for more, and moans of ecstasy.
Her youthful breasts, small, perky, and held high, are vying for my attention. As I explore her body with my tongue, her nipples resemble small, succulent berries. The feel of her puckered areola igniting my senses. A gentle bite elicits a response, causing her back to arch, pushing her breasts deeper into my eager mouth. Her thighs part, granting my hand access to her navel, and it ventures downward, encountering a delicate patch of silky hair leading to her moist, feminine core. Sliding my finger along her pink slit, I stroke her with a tender touch, feeling her petals and silky folds come alive with desire.
She radiates heat, and her wetness envelops me, soaking my finger in her passion. When I press on her sensitive pink button, her pleasurable moans escape her lips, revealing the depths of her pleasure. I continue to play with her, using the slickness of her arousal to stroke her until she is left panting. “I need…” she cries out in need of a pleasure unknown to her yet.
I move closer, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. As I gently suck on her bottom lip, my index finger presses against her clit, increasing the intensity of my strokes. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer and our kiss deepens. With my third finger, I collect her wet honey, coating my fingers before I rub her clit in a steady but building circular motion.
The pleasure overwhelms her, and she breaks the kiss, crying out in ecstasy. Her body quivers with each wave of pleasure, her breath hot against my ear, and her nails digging into my shoulder. The intoxicating scent of her arousal driving me wild. Even as she continues to revel in her climax, I position myself between her parted thighs. Using one hand, I hold my thickened desire and glide it against her soaked crevasse, feeling her wetness coating me entirely. Her dark eyes, clouded with desire, are fixed on me, and her skin remains flushed from pleasure.
“You’re sure about this, Meihua?” I ask, my voice filled with uncertainty. “I can stop now, but once we start, there’s no going back.”
Her eyes meet mine, filled with hunger. “This is what I want,” she replies, her voice steady.
With a mix of excitement and nervousness, I gently nudge, pushing myself inside my virgin lover, watching as her eyes widen in surprise. Her mouth opens in a gasp, taking in quick, shallow breaths as I slowly go deeper, shattering the barriers of her innocence.
I pull out and then re-enter her narrow space, but this time it’s harder to control. Her lower treasure is hot, tight, slick, and incredibly inviting. The grip of her walls on my cock is so intense, it feels like they’re trying to strangle me. A cry of pain escapes her lips, and I consider pulling out, but she surprises me. Wrapping her arms and legs around me, she whispers, “Don’t stop. Keep going, Jinghua.”
Her words ignite a fire within me, and I can’t resist. I kiss her passionately, mirroring her desire, as I enter her slowly and deeply, unable to hold back. I’ve felt nothing like being inside her. I didn’t know such pleasure existed. She sucks in air through her clenched teeth, hissing in pain, fresh tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
Gently, I kiss away her tears, reassuring her, “We’ll wait until you adjust. I promise it will get better. Trust me.” But she refuses to wait. Determined, she pleads, “Don’t stop. I don’t want to wait. I want to feel it all, both the pain and pleasure.”
Starting slowly, I thrust deep, burying myself balls deep within her, reveling in the pleasure of her tight wetness. She clings to me, her fingernails digging into my back, her hips rising to meet my thrusts. I can sense her pain, but she wraps her legs around my waist, urging me to go even deeper. Her body quivers, overwhelmed by the sensations. My heart pounds in my chest as I pick up the pace, penetrating her faster and faster, unable to slow down.
Her sighs and moans mix with my grunts, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure. Her breathlessness and soft pleas for more only fuel my desire. In this moment, we lose ourselves in the raw intensity of our connection and before my eyes, her pain becomes pleasure. Our gazes lock, and we immerse ourselves in the intensity of this moment. Our lips collide, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. As I surrender myself completely to her, she responds by arching her back, inviting me to take her deeper and harder. The sheen of sweat glistens on our intertwined bodies, our hair clinging to our heated skin.
Though it is our first time, there is a profound sense of familiarity, as if we have been lovers for an eternity. Our motions become a passionate dance, my hips swaying with each thrust. My throbbing arousal, fueled by desire, is saturated in her intoxicating essence. It becomes increasingly challenging to restrain myself; the intensity escalates. I take her tender breast into my mouth, relishing the taste and sensation, while continuing to drive into her with fervent longing. Suddenly, her body convulses and trembles, her legs tensing and tightening, as her inner walls squeeze and grips my cock, urging me on. I feel the pulsating tightness enveloping me as I release my essence deep within her.
I collapse onto her, and she holds me tightly, wrapping her arms and legs around me. The silence envelops us, as if time itself has frozen and the outside world ceases to exist. The warmth of her body embraces me, the gentle rhythm of her chest rising and falling against mine. The intoxicating scent of her skin mingles with the fragrance of our union. Soft, tender kisses trace along the side of my neck and shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. Our breathing slows, matching each other’s cadence. Our heartbeats synchronize, creating a harmonious melody.
The room is serenely quiet; the air filled with a tranquil calmness. We listen to the raindrops, its gentle patter against the windowpane, while still entwined together. As her breathing steadies, her body eases into relaxation. Her eyelids grow heavy, weighed down by blissful exhaustion. Her grip around my neck loosens, and a yawn escapes her lips. She rolls onto her side, curling into a small, peaceful ball, her hands tucked beneath her cheek. A gentleman might let her sleep, but I am not bound by such polite constraints. My desire for her remains unsatisfied, urging me to continue.
I long for her, yearning to be embraced by her presence repeatedly. I desire to both break and rebuild her, only to unravel her once more. Her body should know the touch of my hands alone. I yearn to be the sole witness to her taste and my cock alone be the one to explore her inner depths and brings her to climax.
If given the chance, I would willingly depart this world with my passion buried deep within her. Despite knowing she needs rest, she tempts me further by lying beside me, her backside exposed. The flawless, milky skin of hers captivates my gaze. My desire compels me to lean in, gently brushing loose strands of her hair away and tucking them behind her ear. My lips tenderly graze her nape, and she stirs. With her eyes half-closed, a sleepy smile forms on her lips as she whispers, “Again, Jinghua.”