The Last Concubine

beautiful young man awaiting him with every evidence of being as eager as he was.
    “Lan’xiu!”
    “My Lord,” Lan replied and made as if to rise and bow.
    Hüi raised a hand and motioned to Lan to remain seated. “When we are together in private, call me Hüi.” He crossed the room and sat beside Lan’xiu upon the bench, who shifted slightly to make room upon the cushion. “I missed you,” Hüi said as he had the last time they saw each other.
    “And I you, Hüi,” Lan said with a shy smile.
    Speechlessly, they gazed at each other, as if the hunger was too great to move.
    Slowly, Hüi put his arm around Lan, stroking his shoulder with his fingers. Lan’xiu responded by leaning in against him. Hüi could smell Lan’s perfume and a clean, sweet scent mingled with it. Underneath it all was just a hint of male arousal.
    Controlling himself, Hüi slid his other hand along Lan’s thigh and was rewarded by a slight widening of Lan’s legs. Hüi drew his hand up to Lan’s chest, insinuating it between the silken layers of outer robe and inside the inner robe. He felt the softer silk of the corselet and felt the erect nub of a nipple poking against the satin. Hüi slid his thumb over it, enjoying the feeling of the firm, flat chest under the silky fabric and the hard tip of the nipple protruding from the silk as he pinched it gently.
    Lan’s chest rose and fell swiftly, his breaths gentle sighs near Hüi’s ear, but he made no other sound. Hüi moved his hand to find the other nipple, tugging on it as he lowered his lips to kiss the base of Lan’s throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. He could feel Lan drop his head back to give him better access.
    He withdrew his hand from the robe to embrace Lan and hold him closer. He felt Lan’s arms go around him, clutching at him. He kissed his way along the elegant jaw line to Lan’xiu’s lips, inserting his tongue to explore the willing mouth open to him.
    His hand crept lower, working between the edges of Lan’s robes till he found the smooth skin of his inner thigh. His fingertips were gentle as he slid his hand under the silk, finding Lan’s erection straining against the silken panties. He rubbed the hardness softly, hearing the catch in Lan’xiu’s breathing.
    Running his thumb over the dampened silk, Hüi moved his other hand to cup one rounded buttock, squeezing it rhythmically as they kissed. He disengaged from the kiss, breathing hard into Lan’s scented hair. “Have you ever ridden a horse, my Lan’xiu?”
    “Yes, my Lord,” came the whispered response.
    “I want you to ride me,” Hüi said, his big hands trapping Lan when he felt a tremor as if the young man intended to rise. “No, don’t disrobe.”
    He put both hands under Lan’s cheeks and lifted him bodily, pleased when Lan lifted one leg as if mounting a horse and sat astride him with his knees supported on the bench, facing him, looking at him questioningly but with a little smile on his face.
    Immediately, Hüi took his rosy lips in another kiss, his hands sliding under Lan’s skirts and up his firm thighs. He could feel the hard shaft pressed against his belly when he slid his fingers inside the silk panties, finding the dark valley between the globes of Lan’xiu’s ass, his fingertip teasing over the pulsing entrance.
    Lan’xiu arched against him, wreathing both arms around his neck and moving gently as if riding a horse. The feeling of their groins rubbing together made Hüi groan in pleasurable frustration at the layers of clothing between them. It was frustrating but at the same time heightened the forbidden feeling of the act.
    “I want to feel you inside me,” Lan whispered, his breath hot on Hüi’s ear.
    “I want that too,” Hüi replied.
    “How can we do this?”
    “A good general is always prepared,” Hüi said. He withdrew one of his hands from under Lan’s robes and retrieved the small vial of oil he had placed in readiness in his pocket.
    Lan giggled as he opened the bottle, helping Hüi slick his fingers. “Most superior strategy, my Lord.”
    “You bring out the best in me,” Hüi replied.
    Lan’s eyes closed, and he drew in a sharp breath when an oiled finger found his hole and pressed against it. “A good general knows… how to claim… what is his own.”
    Hüi didn’t know which was more enjoyable, watching the expression of pleasure tinged with pain flit over Lan’xiu’s face or the sensation of sliding his fingers into the tight,