Hua Hua You Long - Volume 1 - Chapter 7.2

Hua Hua You Long Chapter 7 Part 2

"-Don't move! ....Just do what I say, then you won't have to suffer so much...." Lu Cang's defiance made Jing's urge to conquer heighten and his breathing got heavier and heavier. Jing's hand focused on caressing the bandit's secretive area, acting on the words he used to threaten and fraud Lu Cang.

Lu Cang  tightened his muscles until they were so taut they hurt. The place Jing was mercilessly rubbing was hot like a burning fire. Gradually, he began to shriek and curse to keep himself from crying out. Drops of cold sweat fell from his hairline, descending to the silken surface of the brocade couch before quickly evaporating and leaving water stains, like pieces of evidence of their illicit affair.

All the martial arts skills he had ever learnt flooded his mind, but Lu Cang could not for the life of him think of anyone who taught him how to deal with sexual assault from other males. The more he resisted and fought, the more excited Jing became. This realization made him feel miserable and powerless- but even so, he refused to stop struggling. To him, this was the only way he could minimize the degradation and humiliation he was sure to suffer under the hands of the emperor.

"You....I dare you to say one more word..." Jing increased the strength of his grip. Lu Cang's swearing immediately turned into pained whimpers. At hearing the pleasing response from the body beneath him, a beautifully cruel smile spread across Jing's face and without warning, he viciously ripped off Lu Cang's already torn trousers....

Lu Cang instinctively tried to shrink into himself and away from that hateful man. But Jing forcefully pulled his legs open, his frail body spread out lewdly and unobstructed from the emperor's eyes. His genitals were malaise from pain but the man on top of him took no notice of the severity of his discomfort. Jing started to press the pads of his fingers down, leaving marks on the skin of the bandit's thigh - skin that was pale from never seeing sunlight, and skin of the inner thigh that was clearly marked with the seal Jing had burnt into his flesh that night it had all first started.

Jing used both his hands to clamp down tightly on Lu Cang's wrists, while he stared intently at the area between Lu Cang's spread thighs like it was some sort of rare jewel. The exposed youth trembled in shame. Jing was a man of noble birth, but yet he so wantonly abused Lu Cang. Lu Cang hated him. He wished countless deaths upon Jing.

Lu Cang watched in horror as Jing, without saying a word, slowly lowered his head...

"What are you doing?! ...You're nothing but a rapist....What do you want from me now?!" Lu Cang barked desperately. After a short moment of still silence, he heard nothing but the haunting echo of his own cries in the large, empty palace.

Yes.The man that had him beneath him was the lord of a prosperous empire, he had all the gold and riches anyone could ever want in his possession, and yet he repeatedly plundered and devastated Lu Cang's sex as if it was as easy taking a bite of food. No one dared to say he was sick. He was still their golden emperor. However, Lu Cang knew countless people would stare at his body with disgust in their eyes, and he'd go down in history as the one who was covered in dirty water: like all the other men any emperor favoured, he'd be branded an evildoer, while the emperor had nothing to lose but a few minutes of his own time. When he was younger, he had read about the misfortunes of any emperor's male companion,and he too had laughed at them. He never would have thought such a tragedy would befall his body one day.

The world was big, but he was like a little bird trapped in eagle claws. Although he once had his freedom, he now had to play dice with the devil.

"Hn..." Jing viciously bit into the root of Lu Cang's left thigh, piercing the soft flesh and sending a spike of unbearable pain up his spine. Lu Cang abruptly bit down hard onto his lower lip in a thinly veiled attempt to choke down his own screams. He gasped miserably through his nose - Even if you scream, no one's going to save you. No one's going to save you now. Desperately aware, Lu Cang paled and trembled even more violently, legs twitching, feeling the intense pain of those sharp teeth breaking into the privacy of his body.

Time passes. Jing finally looked up, his white teeth covered in blood. He looked like a handsome wolf- the wolf opened his mouth and grinned happily, "This is the second mark I've given you, just the way it should be." (first one was the brand on Lu Cang's thigh in chapter 1)

Lu Cang used his hands to cover his eyes. The new injury on the inside of his thigh hurt like fire, but he was more afraid that his eyes would betray the bottom of his soul, exposing his fragility and vulnerability. Lu Cang unconsciously curled his legs into himself, only to find that he had turned terribly cold from the pain and despair. He shivered uncontrollably.

"What? Why are you so discouraged? The fun is only just beginning..." Jing gently ran his hands over Lu Cang's naked body, slowly raising his feeble legs...

Jing's fingers slid smoothly up Lu Cang's thighs and along the thin line between his buttocks, cold fingers trying to enter his fearfully twitching entrance.

....

 "What the-, why so tight?"  After a few failed attempts at inserting a finger, an irritated Jing savagely beat Lu Cang's tight body in a bid to get him to relax.

Lu Cang trembled without restraint, and the physical pain made his muscles involuntarily contract further. He knew that this would anger Jing even more and result in more destruction, but he was unable to relax his body. Even so, he derived what little joy he could from Jing's growing annoyance.

"Do you really think I will let you off so easily?" Saying this, the emperor began to demonstrate his complete dominance.

The entirety of Jing's ruthlessness descended upon Lu Cang's body, a cruel finger harshly starting to force its way into his secret back entrance. Even though it was only one finger, Lu Cang was already violently shaking from the pain, his whole body dripping with cold sweat. His body stubbornly refused to relax, attempting desperately to resist the foreign intrusion. That ring of muscle tightly clamped down on Jing's finger in a bid to prevent further aggression.

"If you continue like this, you will be injured again." Jing's words seemed like pretty useful advice, but had undertones of his cruel intentions. Jing roughly embedded his long finger nail into Lu Cang's thin inner wall - Lu Cang huddled up in pain, his bent back involuntarily allowing his hole to slightly open up. The emperor started to squeeze in a second rigid finger, using more strength to force it all the way in, into the depths of Lu Cang's most sensitive area.

Lu Cang cradled the sides of his sharply hurting lower abdomen in his hands, he barely had the energy to use his voice. "Haven't you had enough?...I beg you...don't go in anymore...", Jing's fingers pressed firmly against his insides, and Lu Cang begins to fear that something inside of him has already been broken by the man.

"What a joke! You think I will just stop here? You're too naive." Roaming his eyes across Lu Cang's supine body laid out below him, Jing was unwilling to give him any reprieve. But seeing the person beneath him roughly biting his lips and quaking so badly, an inexplicable wave of pity and affection welled up within Jing, making his heart turn upside down. He leaned down to kiss those plump lips, while his other hand dishonestly continued to grope Lu Cang's body.

"Ah...ah...nnnh..." The inside of his body was burning, and Lu Cang had no idea how to handle the situation. Sandwiched between layers of pain was a slight itch and that feeling made every single nerve in his body tremble. His body unwillingly convulsing, Le Cang could only let out a groan of unclear significance.

Jing tried to press further, but stopped only because his fingers were buried right to the knuckle. He fiercely drew out his fingers that were hot as if they had been stained with fire. Lu Cang, feeling the sudden withdrawal, called out in shock...

"Huh, you're still not willing to accommodate me? No matter, I'll fill you up right away." Jing tried hard to control his desire, using his cloth belt to tie Lu Cang's hands together, while his legs hadn't stopped passionately assaulting the the area between the bandit's thighs.

Jing was fully aware that this was to be the first time he took Lu Cang after revealing his identity, and was an important milestone in the war between them, but he still tried every mean to deepen and prolong Lu Cang's pleasure during their copulation.

Lu Cang clenched his fists helplessly as he watched Jing lift his legs apart, his buttocks feeling Jing's hot desire rubbing against him. .... If I lose my consciousness now, will it do anything to stop him? Lu Cang silently asked himself, while trying desperately to get his muscles to relax and alleviate the pain of the impending intrusion.

The invasion slowly pried him open, forcing his warm muscles apart and penetrating him to the core. Lu Cang tried not to scream, and though the agony was slightly less than his first night, he could not control the tears that fell from his eyes.

"How are you so tight..." Jing's complained as his face contorted in pain.

"Then you shouldn't....shouldn't come in...!"

"Oh! But you still have the strength to speak!"

Jing used his fingers to pry Lu Cang's buttocks apart, himself continuing to delve deeper into his trembling flesh. Arriving at the deepest part of Lu Cang's body made Jing feel like he could never extract himself, and their intimate connection tossed him into a state of euphoria.

"Cang, stay by my side, alright?" Jing began to roughly thrust, feeling the intense pleasure, while at the same time not forgetting the weakly struggling rascal beneath him.

"Stop..!" Although at a severe disadvantage, Lu Cang's mouth still remained stubborn, refusing to admit defeat. "You...you have countless women...why do you still want someone like me?"

Jing laughed as he used his hands to hold onto Lu Cang's waist, pulling him up and closer to himself, all the while quickening his attacking rhythm, his shaft thrusting in and out of Lu Cang's light pink rosebud. "Because you're much tighter than all of them!" He was obviously mocking Lu Cang.

"Tight...as if.." (directly translated as "tight, your head." or "tight, my ass." both seemed totally inappropriate in this already totally inappropriate situation heheh) Lu Cang wanted to kick Jing, but forgot the horrible position he was in - the motion of lifting his leg looked like a pro-active gesture, causing them both to involuntarily call out softly.

"Why, not deep enough for you? Fine..." Jing used his weapon to advance half an inch. Lu Cang barely had the energy to whine. The initial pain slowly faded, and the strange pleasure that accompanied it spiked straight to his forehead. Lu Cang stubbornly bit down his moans -  he had no desire to let that damned Jing pick up any hint of his pleasure.

Breathing slowly and watching himself repeatedly appearing and disappearing into Lu Cang's body, Jing's did not stop moving. He bent down and ran his hands over Lu Cang's chest, eagerly seeking out his lips again.

Lu Cang had been reduced to a state of semi consciousness, and under Jing's powerful attack, he could only follow his instincts and arch his body, unwittingly tempting that demon to plunder his mouth...

"You're hard here..." Jing laughed between sucking on Lu Cang's mouth, but purposely kept his hands from going any lower. Lu Cang impatiently writhed, any notion of revulsion and shame had been tossed out of the window. He wholeheartedly wanted his desire to dissipate, but his hands were tied, so he laid there helplessly, only relying on Jing's friction...

...

Two sweaty bodies stuck together, the air tasted of sex. Lu Cang had already climaxed a few times, while Jing displayed his superhuman endurance, stubbornly reinserting himself repeatedly and refusing to ejaculate.

"Ah...ah..." The sticky feeling of his lower body made Lu Cang's consciousness wear thin, and he moaned with abandon as Jing thrusted into him. His expression was frantic and sundered against the background of dark hair haphazardly spilled over the pillows. When Jing finally came, he was completely unable to move, his expression one of contradictory contentment that Jing remembered seeing before. The inner walls of his muscles had softened considerably, and could not accommodate most of the thick, hot liquid that Jing had shot into him. The whitish substance flowed slowly out of his hole, down the inside of his thighs and onto the couch. As if seeing Lu Cang through a thin veil, the obscene picture almost threw Jing into a frenzy, and he was aroused again.

 After awhile, Lu Cang's wrists were untied, and he realised that Jing's hands were once again all over him. "I...I can't...no more..." Even after using all the strength left in his frail body, he could only weakly pull those words from his mouth.

"Just this and you can't handle it any more?" Jing frowned. He had initially wanted to take his time to slowly love his mountain bandit...

"Never mind... I'll take you to a nice place!" Jing seemed excited. He picked up his coat that had previously fallen to the ground and wrapped it around Lu Cang's naked body. Clad in only the most basic garments, Xuanyuan Jing carried the limp body of his male lover and ran down a corridor of the harem - a corridor that was conveniently not appointed any guard for sentry duty, saving Lu Cang the extreme humiliation of being exposed to other people.

"We're here!" Jing smiled at at Lu Cang, who was totally unappreciative and shuddered at the gesture - was this evil person still thinking of new ways to torture him?

Stepping into the building of unique architecture, Jing freed one hand to push open a door of carved jade...

"Ah..." Lu Cang almost screamed -  in front of him was a big steaming hot spring decorated with white floating lotuses, and the thick steam made it look like some sort of mysterious wonderland.

Jing removed the coat that covered Lu Cang before himself removing his robes, and lowered them both into the water.

"Comfortable?"

Although Lu Cang wanted to dump cold water on Jing's face, he was no match for the charm of the soothing warm water and eventually decided to remain silent.

A pair on strong arms embraced him, firmly trapping him - Jing had purposely chosen to speak against his ear, causing it to tingle. The sensitive Lu Cang tried to curl his body up, but Jing held him even tighter.

"Do you like it? As long as you stay here....all these are yours to enjoy."  At that moment, Jing seemed unexpectedly gentle. He hugged Lu Cang and walked a few steps, and through the steam, Lu Cang realised that there was a warm jade plateau in the middle of the pool.

Jing hoisted him up and deposited him on the stone's horizontal surface, then scooped up a handful of water and teasingly sprinkled it on Lu Cang's sensitive area.

"........." Before Lu Cang could make any noise, a warm hand gently kneaded his bruised genitals. This tamed gesture make him wonder if this person was the same vulgar Jing.

"Isn't it great?" He started slowly, gradually stimulating an erection, while not forgetting to speak in soft, tender voices to Lu Cang.

So comfortable..... Although his feelings went unspoken, Lu Cang quietly released into Jing's hands, and the sight of the milky liquid mixing with the water made him want to kill himself.

Damn! As long as this bastard is gentle, I'll somehow end up doing whatever he wants like some sort of fool - Lu Cang silently cursed his lack of resistance, but he had no energy to react to the obscene things Jing had planned to do next...

Tomorrow... this matter...just let it go - after all, I'm a man...

Lu Cang dwelled on those broken fragments of thought,  and did not resist when Jing pushed him down and entered him again.

....

They did it three times.... Actually, he had lost count long ago.

Lu Cang tried to count the number of times both he and Jing had climaxed, but his brain was scrambled mush, so he gave up.

His last memory was of Jing pushing himself in for the fifth time, before his consciousness failed him.

I'm tired. Hurts like hell... Lu Cang turned his body over and pain shot up his spine, causing his strange dream to fade and his eyes slowly open.

Everything felt unfamiliar.  This gorgeous place was one he had never seen before. The curtains that hung from the ceiling had a few layers to them, and were slightly translucent. They were intricately embroidered, trimmed with golden brocade and jewels. Through the crevices of the uppermost layer, there was white silk and faint blue satin underneath. The canopy was extravagantly painted with exquisite patterns of a dragon and phoenix, and the bedding themselves were equally magnificent colour. But the most beautiful was that man who was hugging Lu Cang's naked body in his sleep - Xuanyuan Jing.

Ah! He startled awake and tried to move away, but a strong pair of arms held onto him tightly, disallowed any movement. Yesterday's event flashed before him like some sort of absurd lantern -  he vaguely remembered falling asleep - or was it fainting?- from excessive intercourse. After that...After that...?

"Of course it was me who carried you here." Jing opened his eyes, as if reading Lu Cang's questions right off his heart -  he had pretended to sleep for a long time so that he could enjoy the mixture of fear, panic, and regret on Lu Cang's face when he woke up.

Greatly startled by Jing, Lu Cang's face paled quickly -  although he had had sex with that man quite a number of times, yesterday was the first time Jing, as the emperor, had held him.....

...Does that mean the possibility of escaping from his demon has grown even slimmer?

Lu Cang stared at Jing, aghast. He was still held stationary, and they were lying so close to each other that their faces almost touched...

Jing suddenly closed the distance and kissed Lu Cang. Lu Cang awkwardly tried to struggle - his attempt was futile Jing gradually deepened the kiss, causing him to melt, despite the evil hands that started roaming his body....

"Let's go!" This time, Jing did not try to push him too far, but instead got up from the bed and dressed himself in beautiful robes. After they both washed up and got dressed, Jing brought him out of the palace doors....

"Where are we going?" Lu Cang's entire body ached, and every step he took hurt as if Jing had pierced into him again, but when he could, he tried not to think about it or say anything about it, lest someone realise.

"To see Xizhen!" Jing's few words effectively stopped Lu Cang from refusing, because he really wanted to know who that strange looking pretty boy was.

Who is he really? While Lu Cang was dragged along by Jing, he could not stop wondering about Xizhen's identity.

"Stop thinking about it! You'll know when you see..." Jing shot Lu Cang a mysterious smile while he pushed open a patio door...

-End of Chapter 7-