The Last Concubine

until he froze for a second. Lan cried out when Hüi’s hand found his cock. Two strokes and he spilled between them, making Hüi’s belly slide against his.
    Hüi rammed home even deeper with a hoarse cry of triumph before pouring his essence within the narrow channel. Then he lowered himself to lie completely atop Lan.
    Lan could feel his nerveless legs slide down to the mattress and turned his head into the crook of Hüi’s neck and shoulder. A feeling of contentment and peace came over him such as he had never felt before.
    “Now you belong to me.” Hüi’s voice was muffled in the pillow.
    “I do,” Lan agreed.
    “And I will never let you go,” Hüi said.
    Lan had never felt happier. His ass was a bit sore and Hüi’s cock was still buried inside him. Hüi’s weight also curtailed his breathing, but Lan never wanted to move from this position. This was the pinnacle he had yearned for. If Hüi felt impelled to kill him when he awoke, Lan knew he would sacrifice himself happily to pay for having this dream come true.
     
     
    L AN ’ XIU lay awake most of the night, dozing now and then, but determined to enjoy the feel of naked skin against his for the first, and possibly last, time in his life. Lying on his side, curled into the sheltering bulk of his lord’s body, the dim light allowed him to see the strong sinew of the arm that encircled him, and Hüi’s breath blew warm over his shoulder. The occasional snore made Lan want to laugh, but he didn’t wish to wake Hüi and hasten his leaving. As intimate as their lovemaking had been, being held in Hüi’s embrace while lying together naked sparked some long suppressed emotion that overwhelmed Lan, like a tidal wave sweeping over him. He longed to drown in the pleasure of belonging to this man for the few hours of respite he had been given.
    There was no doubt in his mind that by the light of day, Hüi Wei would return to his senses and recoil from him, put him to death for being the means of his humiliation. No man could endure the thought that others knew his household sheltered a man in the guise of a woman, and Wu Min would most certainly use that fact to his advantage when it came to light. Therefore, when he had time to consider, Hüi Wei would be forced to put Lan’xiu to death. Whatever steps Hüi took to silence Wu Min would naturally mean nothing to Lan’xiu, as he would be dead. The strain of his existence within the household and the day spent awaiting his inevitable death at the discovery of his secret with as graceful a resignation he could muster had taken its toll, however, and eventually Lan’xiu nodded off.
    He awoke to the feeling of soft lips nibbling at his neck and a hard cock sliding within the valley between his cheeks, rubbing insistently over his hole. Sleepily he pushed back, signifying his willingness.
    Slick fingers prepared him hastily, and Lan moaned when Hüi’s erection took their place, entering him ruthlessly enough to make his sore muscles protest the burning stretch.
    Hüi remained still until Lan let out a breath and said, “Take me, my Lord.”
    An inarticulate but possessive growl was his only answer as a hand slid under Lan’s thigh and lifted it, spreading him even more widely open to receive his lord’s pleasure. The feeling of the hard cock surging within him in the rhythmic dance of possession made him feel happy to be able to give Hüi something he obviously wanted. Hüi let Lan’s thigh rest on his forearm and reached between his legs to grasp his cock and stroke it. Only one specter lingered to distract Lan’xiu from the pleasure of being so thoroughly fucked.
    “Are you going to put me to death this morning?” Lan gasped, snuggling within the circle of his lover’s arms.
    Hüi stopped thrusting. “Will you cease asking me that?” Hüi exclaimed. “I assure you, I will give you plenty of notice if I decide to kill you. I am the master here, not you.” He drove his hips forward, causing his hard shaft to impale Lan’s ass even deeper.
    “Yes, my Lord,” Lan said meekly, if a bit breathlessly.

Chapter 7

    T HIS time when Lan’xiu ordered Ning to go downstairs, he followed instructions to the letter. He found Jia, the housekeeper, lurking in the hallway below, listening to the sounds coming from upstairs and giggling with her hands covering her mouth. “At last! The Master is taking the princess! A fine time she will have being blooded for the first time!”
    In a fury, Ning turned