The Last Concubine

mouth to prevent the rather loud scream of pleasure from breaking loose. He really didn’t require Ning’s assistance at this point of the proceedings and didn’t want to scare his servant with his enthusiastic expression of the pleasure the hot wet mouth was giving him. Suddenly he understood Hüi’s earlier need for this service from him.
    Hüi released him and wiped his mouth, grinning down at him. “I guess you liked that.”
    Lan moaned and held out his arms, fearing that later he would be embarrassed by the abandoned whimpers of need issuing from him, but right now he needed more.
    He could feel his hole flex hungrily as Hüi rubbed the tip of his hard cock over it. Lan widened his legs even more, letting out a deep groan when Hüi pushed inside him. Hüi was still on his knees, edging closer to slide a little deeper with short thrusts. Lan couldn’t wait to be filled, even though the stretching hurt him again.
    Something about being so filled made him feel utterly owned and possessed. When Hüi was buried as deeply as he could be, he inched forward, kissing Lan’s chest, throat, and face, until he was stretched full length on top of him.
    Lan wrapped his legs around Hüi’s, feeling a hand circle around his shoulders and cradle his head. Hüi couldn’t seem to stop kissing his throat, even while his thrusts became longer and deeper. They moved as one, and Lan felt as if he were soaring amongst the clouds, propelled to even greater heights of pleasure with each stroke as their bodies moved together. Lan felt Hüi’s grip tighten upon him. He couldn’t move his arms, he was so wrapped up in the other man’s embrace.
    And then Hüi’s tongue was in his mouth, plundering the depths in time with the cock plundering his ass. Lan writhed beneath his weight, feeling the spurt of his release as he convulsed with a powerful orgasm.
    Then he was filled again with the wonderful hot essence of Hüi’s orgasm and heard the other man’s groan of release.
    Together they drifted in a dream-like state of lazy surfeit, their bodies pressed so close they almost felt as one.
    Gradually, their bodies relaxed, and inevitably they separated. Hüi pulled Lan to him, bringing him close so his head rested upon Hüi’s shoulder. They lay together, their breathing synchronized, almost not daring to speak lest they break the mood.
    Finally, Hüi sighed again. “Why do you enjoy wearing the dress of a woman?”
    Lan’xiu gave him a secretive smile. “They are much nicer to the touch, the silks and satins. There is more to choose from, and they are made in pretty colors. The softness next to my skin gives me pleasure.” He drew his hand along his inner thigh, rejoicing to see Hüi’s eyes widen as they tracked his caress. “Besides, I simply… feel pretty dressed like that. I like it.”
    “You can handle a sword. Against an opponent more your size and strength, I would back you for the win,” Hüi mused in a wondering voice. “You have been well taught.”
    “I shall remember to tell Ning you said so,” Lan’xiu said. “He will appreciate the compliment.”
    “When I took you before, I would never have been as rough with any of my other wives, but you were fine with as hard a pounding as I have dealt.”
    “More than fine,” Lan’xiu said. “Can’t you accept that, with you, in bed, I am a man as much as you, but when I go out, I enjoy the thrill of wearing pretty silk dresses and hiding behind a fan?”
    Hüi rolled atop Lan, looking down into his laughing eyes. “And I enjoy looking at you and knowing that under those dresses are silken underthings—”
    “That you enjoy ripping off me—”
    “Very much,” Hüi agreed, lowering his head to mouth one dark nipple, enjoying feeling the nub of flesh harden again under his lips and tongue.
    Rather breathlessly, Lan said, “The budget for upkeep of the household will increase if you keep spoiling my clothes.”
    “Maybe you should wear the ones you like least when I light your lantern,” Hüi murmured. “You may count upon a certain amount of damage, I fear. When I first see you—” He dropped his head to bite sharply at Lan’s nipple, enjoying the jerk and cry that followed and then licking the sting away with the sweep of his tongue.
    “Again, please, my Lord.”
    “Again,” Hüi said in a proud voice, rubbing his growing cock over Lan’s smooth thigh.

Chapter 11

    C APTAIN W EN had noticed that both the eunuch, Ning, and his mistress, the