Love System: Changing Destinies 18 First Love: Mo Xue 16

His question brings tingle to my spine. But what did he say? My mind has already gone blank, making me unable to comprehend it, just dumbly admiring the allure of it. What had just happen? I was just minding my own business and then he... came.

Naked?

I tried to run but he captured me.

I don't know why, but, I don't feel as repulsed upon him seeing me naked, compared to when I thought of some woman seeing me in the same condition. In fact, upon leaning my whole self towards his body, I feel save, secure.

Even when he tease me, I'm craving for more.

"Ahhhhnn..."

As his hand pump my length, slow tugging it under the water, I can feel his bulging need just right before my hole. Conscious or not, I keep brus.h.i.+ng my creeks towards its hotness, feeling like, that is where his bulge solely belong.

"My dear, what have you done?"

His low growl brings excitement to me, making me hump my hip faster, as I guide his hand to pump me further. I can barely register my own voice, moaning a mess within his hold.

His hand that was holding my waist trails downward, way pa.s.s my perinium, and insert a single finger inside my needy hole. I don't know whether it was because of the water or the fact my hole is able to create it's own lube, his finger slide in easily. From one to two, then three, thrusting in and out, stretching it to accommodate his while slightly hitting that sweet spot of mine, teasing me further.

I don't even realized I'm riding on his fingers, trying to reach that spot, that he so cruelly denied me to.

"Ahhhhnn... Ahhhhnn... Xue Er... please... Ahhhhnn... please..."

Is that really me? Begging for him? Stop! Just stop!

"Please what, my dear? Tell me."

My mind has gone blank. I can't register anything in front of me even with my eyes stark open. Each part of my body is only responding to him. His touch, his voice. I admit... this whole body is his now. I turn my head towards him, feeling the need to have him anchor me. I need to see him.

I need him.

"Xue Er... Ahhhhnn... I want...

...you."

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The last string that hold the Prince's sanity snap with his bride's pleas. Pus.h.i.+ng the ger's body forward, putting both of his hand perch on top of the wooden tub, the Prince thrust his hardened length inside the awaiting hole in one swift motion.

"Ahhhhh!"

The painful scream rang throughout the chamber, making the few remaining guards and maids that surrounds it flushed in pink. They slowly take their step backwards, further and further away from the Consort's chamber, until none of the sound is within their earshot.

Back in the back chamber, the Prince didn't slow down, not even for a moment, right from the start, making the ger's whimper of pain and moans of pleasure short and breathy. His hip keep pistoning, ramming his meat roughly inside the delicate ger drenching hole, pulling till his head and ram it again through the hilt.

If one care to look, a thin trail of red slither in the water, making a stark contrast inside the hazy tub. But... no one really care. One l.u.s.ted drive Prince is busy chasing his heaven, while the poor ger, is almost nearing his. Despite the initial roughness, the ger's needy behind didn't seems to flatter. In fact, it stood up right, eager to meet his husband crazy pace, as his meat keep hitting that spot he crave for.

"Ahhhhh... Ahhhhnn... Ahhhhh..."

The pale ger is in a moaning mess, unable to think, nor plead for his husband to slow down. His mind is begging silently, but his body is in heat, making his moan sound as wanton as ever, bringing a cold satisfaction upon the one who incite it.

"My dear."

"Ahhhhnn... Ahhhhnn... Ahhhhh!"

They both reach their climax within minutes apart, with the Prince bite down the pale ger seductive shoulder when he came, as he feel the need to anchor himself from the high. The ramming slows down, as the Prince try to push his seed deep within his bride's womb, kissing the teared skin, licking it close. He slowly pull both of them backwards, with the panting ger leaning on his husband's front, while his length is still deep within him.

"You make me go crazy, my dear consort. What have you done to me?"

The husky voice, still laced with unbridled desire bring s.h.i.+vers towards the panting ger. He no longer have any strength, his whole self plastered along his husband's body, short in breath, but still beautifully sated. His pale, porcelain skin have turn an adorable pink, making the Prince crazy, as he keep peppering kissing on its surface. They sit still until the water in the tub turn cold, before the Prince untimely pull out his length from the warm ca.n.a.l of his bride. The pain suddenly register within the mind of the ger, making him unconsciously whimper his pain.

"Shh... I'll make you feel good later."

Feeling tired and sleepy, the ger haven't notice the l.u.s.t within his husband's response. Giving out a weak nod, he let the Prince clean and dry him up, before clutching his arms along the Prince's neck, as he carries him out from the back chamber.

The soul-changed Consort is getting ready to sleep when his body hit the soft bed, but his husband have a different agenda in mind.

Nothing that involves sleeping. At least not in the near future.

Meanwhile, at one of the concubine's courtyard, a person in black, covered with a black hooded robe was being ushered sneakily into the sleeping chamber of a certain concubine by her maid. The concubine in question is pacing impatiently, gloom shrouded her face.

"My Lady, Young Master is here."

"Elder Brother, you came."

The waiting concubine let out a bright smile upon seeing the newcomer. The man approach her, opening up his hooded head, revealing a handsome and chisel jaw, with features much like the concubine.

"Third Sister, how are you?"

The concubine let out a weak smile, sending signal to her maid, asking her to leave. She guide the man to take a seat at her bed, before she start, looking sad and pitiful.

"You have heard the news, brother?"

"I just got home from the border when father tell me what have happen. He sent me here to comfort you. Are you well? Did you suffer from any misgivings, sister?"

"I'm well, brother."

The man caught a tinge of sadness within those words, hurriedly clasp both of the concubine's hand, forcing her to turn towards him. Two fat streak of tears can be seen falling from the peach blossom eyes in from of him, making his brotherly heart tug in pain.

"Third Sister, tell me. If you really suffer from any misgivings, this brother will seek justice for you. Tell me. Is it the Prince?"

"No, Eldest Brother. The Prince haven't done anything to me. Really."

"It must be that d.a.m.n ger then. Consort or not, he must pay for what's he's done!"

Another drop of tears roll gently down the concubine's cheeks, some have even drop on the man's hand. Grasping his sister's hand, the man made a vow, to eliminate anybody that have hurt his little sister. A vow that he will soon be breaking, once he let his gaze fall on that certain ger and once he know the dark truth of his sister.