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Hua Hua You Long - Volume SS - Chapter 3




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Warning: adult content. Like, really adult. But if you're into hhyl its probably nothing you can't take haha. Also contains Jing.


I present....


TURTLE'S HHYL SMUT #3


Today was the day.


Today was the day.


Today was the day!!!! 


Jing paced back in fourth in the pavilion in the Lotus Garden, anxiously waiting for a certain someone. The small chill in the air accompanied a gentle breeze, blending the fragrance of the lotuses with the light atmosphere. Ripples spread throughout the pond, following the breeze across the surface of the water and nudging the floating lotus pads randomly. Wise trees hung from above and provided the garden with privacy, as if protecting the emperor's unrivalled beauty from the busy palace outside. 


Jing was well aware that he was the most beautiful thing in the lotus garden, but the complementing scenery was not his primary concern this day. Today was the day. He would do it. He'd get into Lu Cang's pants. Right there at that very spot. By hook or by crook. 


Jing straightened his robes and tucked his hair behind his ear. He had even practiced his most seductive smile in front of the mirror that morning. He rubbed his hands on his face and ran through the steps in his head - he'd use sweet words and idle chat to coax Lu Cang into letting his guard down, then slowly,slowly, with small touches and soft whispers, Lu Cang would succumb to him, powerless against his penetrating gaze. 


And then somehow Lu Cang would end up naked and Jing's gaze won't be the only thing doing the penetrating. Jing grinned openly at the mere thought of Lu Cang totally disregarding his surroundings in favor of satisfying himself.  Usually Lu Cang was so tense and unsure, reluctant to the point where Jing couldn't get interested anymore.


"Jing."


"Ahh~~ Xiaocang, come sit by me, it's been so long since I've seen you, I keep thinking of you..." 


Jing dramatically swished his robes as he turned to sit and patted the space next to him, gesturing for Lu Cang to come over.


"What's wrong with you, I.... You just saw me last night..."


Although Lu Cang was walking towards where Jing sat, he turned his face away and sent his embarrassed gaze to the ground at the thought of them twisting around in the heated sheets together.


Completely ignoring the fact that it had been barely twelve hours since the last time they did it, Jing pushed on. He snaked an arm around Lu Cang's waist and breathed against his ear, pushing their bodies together so that their sides touched  from the shoulder all the way to the knee.


"Xiaocang, the morning court is so boring. I couldn't wait to meet you all morning.." 


"Ah, the soldiers guarding the Eastern border. How are they? I'm sure they'll be fine with Captain Lin around, but it's too bad I can't go with them...."


Lu Cang blatantly ignored Jing's advances and instead took the chance to complain about Jing's You-Cannot-Leave-The-Capital-Without-Me policy. But Jing was not shaken, and continued to caress Lu Cang's back, trying to get him to relax. 


"How can I allow you to go? You'll be so far from me...I cannot have that."  


"It's just the Eastern border, I'll be gone for just a few months!!"


A few months. Jing couldn't have that. The last time Lu Cang left, the palace became colder than the northern mountains in just a few days, with attendants and guards alike walking on eggshells for weeks on end, fearing for their lives. No one could deny that Lord Lu had a greater effect on the emperor than anyone else.


Jing restrained himself from going directly at Lu Cang. The plan was to build things up gradually, gradually - stick to the plan, you're the emperor, surely you can do this.


"A few months??! Then what will I do? What if *it* shrivels up and drops off?" 


"Fuck you!" 


Lu Cang couldn't think of a better response, so he just swore at Jing and laughed lightly.


Jing inched closer and took Lu Cang's face in his other hand, planting a soft kiss at the corner of his lover's mouth. He felt Lu Cang tense for a moment before giving in, sighing softly before leaning into Jing. Simple displays of affection were fine, but Lu Cang had his own morals - anything more had to be done in the privacy of either of their chambers. 

 

Jing's hand slid to his neck as he continued to ravish Lu Cang's mouth, deepening the kiss to distract the bandit from his wandering hands. He ran the pads of his fingers along the expanse of Lu Cang's neck, teasing his vulnerability. A thumb slipped into the opening of his robes and Jing slowly pushed the fabric apart, revealing more and more of Lu Cang's honey tanned skin. He pressed his palm against Lu Cang's pectoral, pinning him against the bench as he flipped to position himself above Lu Cang. Jing's  other hand slipped the robes off Lu Cang's shoulders one by one --


"Mmph!! Stop...."


Suddenly aware of the situation, Lu Cang tore his head to the side and broke the kiss. Jing, however, was unfazed. He had gotten so far, may as well complete the job. He knew that if he let this chance slip, it'd take quite a lot more time for Lu Cang to drop his guard again. He started to suck on Lu Cang's neck as his hands sped up, determined to get the clothes out of the way as soon as possible. 


"Ah...no, stop--" 


A hand shot out to push at Jing's shoulder while the other grabbed his wrist, trying to stop his wandering palms. Jing's movements became more and more frenzied as Lu Cang resisted - he couldn't stop now, not now-- he forcefully tore Lu Cang's belt open despite the hand that gripped his wrist like a vice, making Lu Cang's robes spill off to the side like crumpled paper.


Lu Cang cried out in shock as Jing shoved him back onto the bench, trapping him below his body. Lu Cang struggled against the weight above him as Jing roughly touched him, kneading the protrusions on his chest painfully. Panic started to seep into Lu Cang's consciousness -- 

 

"Jing...don't--"


But Jing ignored him. Like a ravenous beast with only one thing in mind, Jing's hands continued their abuse, pressing, pulling and pinching. He shoved a knee between Lu Cang's thighs, pressing against the thing between his legs as he leaned down to bite Lu Cang's shoulder aggressively -- this situation was all to familiar to Lu Cang. He struggled desperately to throw Jing off, his shoulder hurt like hell, bad memories were resurfacing quickly -- he had to get Jing off...get off...


Jing continued his ministrations, amorous to the point where he did not notice Lu Cang trembling badly, or the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. The struggling just made him want to conquer Lu Cang even more. Intent on ripping it right off his legs, he grabbed the front of Lu Cang's pants-- 


"JING!!" 


Ah...


Jing's eyes widened in realization. Lu Cang's breathing was shallow and almost too quick to be safe. Dark bruises were taking shape on his neck and his body was covered in red marks caused by Jing's hands. He was trembling so violently. 


Lu Cang quietly pulled his robes over his body as soon as Jing jerked away from him. He knotted his belt with shaky hands and patted out the creases, removing as much evidence as possible of what had transpired. He struggled to maintain a calm facade. He turned to leave, emotions swirling haphazardly in his brain.


Jing's heart sank like a rock when Lu Cang flinched at his touch, darting away and leaving Jing's hand outstretched awkwardly in the air. 


"....not here."


The vague explanation was thrown out as Lu Cang hastily left the lotus garden, leaving unsaid implications in the air. 

 

Jing sat alone in the pavillion. His plan had failed.


Today had not been the day. 


His plan had been going so well. Lu Cang hadn't pushed him away for many years, Jing never expected him to react this way. He cursed his own lack of foresight, or course Lu Cang wouldn't wan to do it outside of the chamber. 


Lu Cang hadn't pushed him away for many years, except that time in the library, that time in the empty throne room, that time behind Concubine Zhang's chambers, that time in the royal stables, that time... Jing counted off all the times he had been spurned, sulking quietly in the beautiful pavilion.


Now, not only did he have to undo the damage, he'd have to come up with a new surefire plan to get Lu Cang to let them do it in the lotus garden. 


On the rare occasion that Lu Cang succumbed to him anywhere outside the chambers, he was always tense and anxious, holding in his moans and stiffly waiting for Jing to finish. He was absolutely terrified of anyone seeing him in that position with the emperor. 


Jing, however, loved tormenting that little mountain bandit. Besides, he had the entire lotus garden built for Lu Cang and himself - why waste the beautiful space? No one was allowed in there anyway, so Jing ran practically zero risk of letting anyone see Lu Cang. Although he loved to attack Lu Cang outside, he had absolutely no intention of letting anyone other than himself see his Xiao Cang in the throes of estacy. 


Jing smiled a chillingly beautiful smile as another plan took shape in his head.


........

3 Days later


Jing headed to the Marquis residence in the dead of the night, long after everyone but the guards on duty had gone to sleep. After that incident at the pavilion, he had not seen Lu Cang around the palace, and Xiao Sang had blocked the door to the Marquis's house when Jing visited in the evenings, making what excuses about Lord Lu feeling unwell, Lord Lu away training the soldiers, Jing knew it was all a bunch of garbage, but he granted Lu Cang his space nonetheless.


But he needed to do something before Lu Cang drifted further. Completely disregarding the purpose of the door, he waltzed right into the Marquis's quiet mansion and up to Lu Cang's bed chamber. Using his qi to make his steps completely silent so as not to wake Lu Cang up, he approached the bed slowly, removing the outer layers of his robes. 


Then he suddenly flopped onto the large bed ungracefully, making a poomf sound that resonated throughout the room. Majestic as he was in court, he didn't feel the need to be unnecessarily poised when he was alone with Lu Cang.


Lu Cang jerked awake and yanked the dagger he kept under his pillow from its sheath, pointing it at the large white ghost lying next to him. Squinting through the darkness,


"...Jing? What ....????" 


"Sleep."


Jing shuffled under the blanket as Lu Cang placed the dagger back below the pillow, confused and sleepy but accommodating nonetheless.


.......

5 days later


Today was the day. 


Today was the day!!!


It had been more than a week since they did it, and Jing was almost exploding from all the pent up feelings. His entire plan was well in order, all he had to do was to wait for Lu Cang to fall right into his open arms, then he could fall right into Lu Cang's open legs.


He had been working tirelessly to bring his plan to fruition, investigating and scheming, even lowering his pride to call for a personal meeting with Xiao Sang to discuss Lu Cang's eating habits. His favorite tea, preferred time for snacking, optimal height of the table, whether he liked round or squared chopsticks, every single little detail Xiao Sang had, he squeezed out of the terrified attendant. To anyone, all the information would seem unnecessary, but Jing knew more than anyone the importance of subtlety. And then there was that horrid visit to the palace's head alchemist...

"His majesty arrives!!" 


Jing stepped out of the palanquin in his formal robes. The morning court had just ended and he was itching to get his plan together as quickly as possible. Not to mention, he was getting increasingly distracted during court sessions, his mind drifting away and thinking about the most inappropriate things while discussing military plans of the great Datong empire. While General Mu Yue talked about plans to conquer the eastern empires, the only thing Jing really wanted to conquer was Lu Cang.


He irritably flicked his wrist and dismissed the team of guards that followed him. 


"Your humble servant welcomes his majesty.." 


"Rise. Master Shen. I have a request. You will see to it by the night of the full moon."


"Ah...ah, your servant obeys. What does his majesty ask of me?" 


The alchemist struggled to his feet. He was aged, his hair grey and face sunken with years. His family had served the royal line for generations as physicians, specializing in the creation of medicines and ointment for various uses. He had known Jing since he was just a young prince, providing him with ointment for all the silly childhood injuries he had obtained. And then, when Jing became the emperor, his requests of the old alchemist slowly changed. He knew the emperor loved to play, so he concocted pills and serums to serve his whims - he never cared about the people his creations were used on, as long has his majesty was happy. Until one day, some years ago, during the Hero's Assembly.


 He was among the crowd of officials, standing by and watching as the champions were called out one by one, served wine, and rewarded. Days prior, the emperor had requested a sedative from him, and he had procured a potent liquid, effective enough to render a grown man as helpless as a newborn foal. He knew in an instant where his creation had gone. Number ninety-seven, the young man from Hangzhou. The wine he was served was visibly different from everyone else, the barely audible choke, and then the dilated eyes and shallow breathing - he knew no one else in the empire besides himself  could create a drug that took effect so quickly. 


And after that when his majesty hurriedly cleared the hall, Master Shen's heart immediately went out to the poor martial artist that was trapped with his majesty behind the heavy doors of the great hall. That was the first time he saw Lu Cang. 


Then a few months after Prince Yong Yi died, His Majesty brought an injured bandit back to the palace, kept him in the royal quarters for some time and had Master Shen treat him. He had a shattered arm, horrible half-healed injuries on the chest, and was bleeding profusely from between the legs. His majesty didn't allow him to check there, but he knew the cause nonetheless. 


Through palace gossip that had somehow managed to reach his ears, he got to know that young man as Lord Lu, the newly appointed marquis. After His Majesty brought Lord Lu to the palace, Master Shen was frequently called to the Marquis's residence to treat Lord Lu. He'd walk into the bedroom, following behind the emperor, and smell the thick scent of sex in the air, and see Lord Lu lying motionless on the bed, covered in bruises and lacerations, bloodstained sheets haphazardly draped over his naked body and torn clothes scattered on the bed. Master Shen never questioned his majesty, but helped Lord Lu the best he could. He gave Lord Lu ointment for abdominal pains and torn skin, and special tea to calm his mind. 


But the stress from His Majesty deemed too much for Lord Lu's body to handle, and two months after being brought to the palace, he succumbed to a terrible fever that left him completely incapacitated. Fearing for Lord Lu's life, Master Shen requested an urgent audience with his majesty and pleaded him to cease whatever behaviour he had towards Lord Lu. Troubled and unfamiliar with his feelings towards Lord Lu, His Majesty complied. After Lord Lu recovered, Master Shen was never called to treat the Marquis again for another four months. He saw Lord Lu around the palace, training with soldiers, attending banquets, and occasionally in the company of the emperor, visibly healthier and stronger. Master Shen never understood their true relationship, but he shot down anyone who accused Lord Lu of gaining the emperor's favor by seducing him with his sex - he knew that was anything but the truth.  


Master Shen had no interest in the private life between His Majesty and Lord Lu, but when his Majesty requested for -


"The strongest aphrodisiac in the empire, Master Shen. Surely you must have it."


He obliged. 


Jing kept a straight face as he requested such a lascivious drug from the physician. He knew Master Shen knew what he'd do with it, this was far from the first time he'd requested such things of the old palace doctor. He had the poor man concoct bottles of light aphrodisiac that he frequently used on Lu Cang whenever he was stiff and reluctant. Not the best means, but it reaped great reward, at least until Lu Cang got angry the next morning. 


Shameless as he was, Jing still hated making such requests openly. But his plan wouldn't settle for just any drug, it had to be the best. He'd have the time of his life. 


Jing patiently waited for Lu Cang in the lotus pavilion. The sun had set some hours ago and he had requested to meet Lu Cang here for a light supper before they retired. 


.....or at least that was what Lu Cang thought. Of course Jing had other wicked plans to spend their time until the sun came up. 


He had coated the inner surface of Lu Cang's teacup with the drug he procured from Master Shen, so they could drink from the same pot and Lu Cang wouldn't suspect a thing. Jing was convinced he was a tactical genius. He could bring whole countries to their knees, of course he could bring this bandit to his knees as well. Preferably with his arms supporting him as Jing took him from behind though. 


"Hai--," Jing cleared his throat out loud, resolutely pushing that though from his head. Both the big and small head. Instead, he rechanneled his qi to keep the tea lukewarm. According to Xiao Sang, Lu Cang hated tea that was still steaming, except in the winter. Yes. Everything was to be perfect. 


Jing perked up to the sound of approaching footsteps, light and adept but still vaguely audible to his highly trained ears. He sat back gracefully and placed his lightly clasped hands on his knee, forcing every trace of excitement off his face.


"Wuu--" 


Ahhh~~ silly Xiao Cang~~



Lu Cang walked into the pavilion and immediately stuffed a mantou into his mouth without even addressing Jing. Sweetened and steamed for eleven minutes and thirty six seconds, the way Lu Cang liked it, the way Jing made the kitchen staff prepare it. 


Note: Mantou= Chinese steamed bun. Its just a blob of bread. A blob of *really delicious* bread. Really. And because it's steamed, it doesn't have bread skin like bread loaves. They come in different sizes but the more luxurious ones (like the ones they'd eat in the palace) are pretty small, like 2 inches diameter. 

"Wuu -- Jing, this...," he stuffed yet another one into his mouth. Jing stared blankly as Lu Cang devoured all six buns before finally sitting down and wiping the crumbs from his lips. Jing resolutely kept his mind on track. He glanced at the empty bowl,


"Ah... Have some tea. ... Its chrysanthemum." 


Lu Cang pinned Jing with a sharp stare, eyes narrowed suspiciously as Jing calmly held his flowing sleeve aside and poured the tea into two small ornate teacups.


"What? Drink quickly." 


"I like chrysanthemum."


"Ah...So you do...."


"....What do you really want? Xuanyuan Jing." 


Jing shrugged gracefully and picked his teacup up. He emptied the cup in one mouth and went for a refill. He'd convince Lu Cang that there was nothing wrong with the tea. 


It was true-- there was nothing wrong with the tea. It was the teacup. Jing's sharp eyes traced Lu Cang's every movement as he hesitantly picked the teacup up and held it to his lips, taking a suspicious whiff and downing it, all the while looking Jing right in the eye, eyebrows furrowed. 


He placed the teacup back on the table with a resolute click and blinked a few times before pouring himself another cup and downing it again. 


Jing quietly stood up and placed the empty bowl on the floor before walked he one round around the pavilion; he'd execute any one in a one li radius of the lotus garden. 


"Jing?" 


I will have sex with you on that table!! Jing poured himself another cup of tea and gulped it like wine before moving to sit opposite Lu Cang. 


"Ah... The night is warm...," Lu Cang commented casually. It was actually quite chilly. 


"Summer comes early this year. A few beauties from the Jiangnan region arrived today..." Jing flicked his wrist dismissively. The Royal Harem had been growing steadily throughout the years, and while Jing prohibited Lu Cang from sleeping with anyone else, he himself was the father of five children. 


Lu Cang's face was increasingly flushed and his pupils became darkened, eyes somewhat hazy and unfocussed. He forcefully ignored the dull buzzing in his head,


"....remember that time an extremely handsome man from the Jiangnan region arrived?"


Jing laughed lightly and flicked Lu Cang's head, completely aware of the rising heat in Lu Cang's body. 


Note: Jiangnan = River South. Refers to the regions surrounding the southern parts of the Yangtze river. Hangzhou there.  


"Ah-- why are you so warm? Are you ill? Why didn't you say?" Jing hurriedly stood and moved towards the heated up Lu Cang, keeping a hand on his warm forehead. 


"What's wrong? Have you practiced too hard today?" He randomly placed his palms on exposed areas of Lu Cang's skin, deftly brushing a hand across Lu Cang's chest, rubbing a sensitive nipple hrough the cloth. He felt Lu Cang freeze for a split second and smirked to himself as Lu Cang swallowed with much difficulty before managing to speak,"No, no, I'm fine. Just warm." 


"Are you sure? You're burning up..." Jing ran his fingers across the sensitive expance of Lu Cang's neck, his other hand sneaking into Lu Cang's robes and running up his thighs,  closer and closer to the burning heat between his legs. 


"What... are you doing? Get lost!" Lu Cang halfheartedly pushed Jing's hands away, ignoring the strange heat surging throughout his body. His consciousness was totally clouded over by the drug and he fought to hide any sign of arousal from Jing. Jing withdrew his hand from underneath Lu Cang's robes, but not before giving a rough, 'accidental' brush against his sensitive genitals.


Lu Cang drew a sharp breath and sat frozen, staring into space and breathing heavily. His eyes were half liddid and glazed over, unfocused and glistening with need, it took everything he had to hold back a shameless moan. Jing took a hold of his flushed cheeks and breathed softly against his ear, which the blush had spread to.


"Look at you, are you sure you don't need...help?" A dexterous tongue poked out of perfect lips to give Lu Cang's ear a nimble lick, sending violent shivers through his now hypersensitive body. 


"No...no, I'm fine--," Lu Cang squirmed restlessly in his seat, desperately trying to dissipate the thick fog surrounding his head. His neck wasn't even strong enough to keep his head upright anymore. He felt his warm robes fall off his shoulders layer by layer as he struggled to regain his bearings, until the cool night air hit his heated skin, tearing a soft gasp from his lips. He weakly tried to push Jing off, but the man's hands were quick and firm, teasing Lu Cang's swollen nipples as a hot mouth descended onto his throat. 


"No...not here, you bastard..." Lu Cang's words had become slurred and laden with desire, his body slumped weakly against the bench as every stretch of skin tingled with need. Although he protested, his mind had been long lost to the emperor's wiles, his body flushed and sweet and ripe for the taking. 


Jing ignored Lu Cang's protest and continued his ministrations, kissing Lu Cang hard on the lips and pushing his tongue into the ex-bandit's wet mouth, plundering it for all it's worth. He tore open the cloth that was wound around Lu Cang's forearms, finally allowing the slate colored robes to fall completely off his body. Jing felt Lu Cang's muscles contract and tremble at every touch, tightening against his skin in the most seductive ways. His thin pants did nothing to conceal his desire and just one touch from Jing sent his head lolling back, tearing a scream from his throat. 


"I can have the physician look at you..." Jing teased into Lu Cang's mouth, then brushed his hands against the hard thing between Lu Cang's thighs,"....but clearly that's not what you want..."


"Nggh...fuck y--ah...ah.." Lu Cang gasped sharply as Jing started to knead through his pants, his entire body trapped on the bench with Jing above him, poised to attack. 


"Ah...so you do want to do it...," Jing couldn't help taking advantage of the muddled state of Lu Cang's mind. He ran a hand down Lu Cang's sides, feeling the heated skin treble with arousal as Lu Cang writhed weakly, trying to throw him off or trying to gain more friction, neither of them was sure. With a swift movement, Jing tore away the the intoxicated bandit's pants and underwear, causing Lu Cang to cry out in shock and sloppily move his hands to cover his obvious arousal. Jing irritably smacked his hands away and pinned them to the side - 


"What are you so embarrassed about, I've seen it so many times..." 


Lu Cang's cock was hard and wet with drug induced need, leaking clear fluids from the tip. Jing wrapped his fingers around the shaft, drawing a high pitched moan from the body below him. Lu Cang arched off the bench and collapsed against Jing's arm. His eyes were totally glazed over, the last thread of his usually modest self wearing thinner and thinner with every touch. 


"-- can't let you enjoy this on your own--" Jing pulled out a band from his robes and fastened it at the base of Lu Cang's erection, watching gleefully as Lu Cang writhed helplessly on the bench, powerless against the potent drug and his lover's skilled hands.


"I'm going to play with you until I'm satisfied."


Jing ripped the strip of cloth right off Lu Cang's hair, pulling loose the ponytail and using the cloth to bind Lu Cang's hands together behind his back. 


"Ahh..?" Lu Cang voiced his protest, but Jing kissed him roughly and stuck three fingers between Lu Cang's swollen lips, silencing his cries before he even had a chance to recover. 


Jing lowered Lu Cang until he lay helplessly on the bench and swung his legs to position himself between Lu Cang's thighs, keeping his fingers secured in the bandit's mouth. Jing lightly pressed his hands onto Lu Cang's neck, dragging it down slowly, tracing the contours of his collarbones and flitting past a pert nipple, the feather light touches causing Lu Cang to tremble uncontrollably. 


"Nnngh--" Jing clamped down on Lu Cang's jaw with his with the thumb and little finger while the three fingers pressed Lu Cang's wet, quivering tongue down, rendering the entire lower half of his face immobile. He lowered his mouth and kissed a trail down Lu Cang's torso, licking and nipping until the sensitive skin turned red. He felt Lu Cang jolt with every touch and his hand tingled with the feeling of Lu Cang's erratic gasping against his fingers. 


Jing's sinful mouth moved lower and lower, burning a hot path into the bandit's skin. A skilled tongue brushed the tip of Lu Cang's erection, causing immense pleasure to burst through his body and then simmer down almost painfully, plugged by the band restraining his release. 


A hauntingly beautiful smile drifted into Jing's lips as he repeated the motion, making Lu Cang to choke on his fingers and arch off the bench, his head hanging loosely to the side as the barrier of tears finally broke, sending a hot streak of tears down his face. The pleasure made his skin feel as if he was bursting at the seams, but at the same time unable to let go of all the subcutaneous pressure, he felt like a fire cracker exploding in an enclosed, unbreakable chest. 


Jing lightly gnawed at the soft tendon of his lover's inner thigh before moving to lap at the scarred skin bearing his name. 


"Wuu-- wuu--," Lu Cang's tongue pressed shyly against Jing's fingers as his muffled cries filled the pavilion. His entire body was overloaded with sensations, every touch driving him over the brink again and again, making his head totally numb with pleasure. 


Jing quickly retracted his hands and hoisted the feverish Lu Cang up, propping him face down against the table, totally disregarding the porcelain that shattered as it got roughly swiped onto the floor. Jing kicked the shards aside and positioned himself behind Lu Cang, pressing his hard desire against exposed buttocks. 


Lu Cang moaned wantonly as he felt Jing push a leg between his thighs, brushing against his most sensitive area. All coherent thoughts had flown right out of his mind a long time ago, and though he'd usually be terribly embarrassed when placed in such a situation, he shamelessly put himself on display, desperate for release, desperate for Jing. 


Jing retrieved a small vial of transparent oil from his robes, bit off the cap and spat it aside, sending it to join the broken pieces of porcelain at the side of the pavilion. He could barely control his own desire, his breathing heavy and quick, the normally pale skin of his face covered in a layer of sweat. He spread Lu Cang's buttocks apart and dribbled the clear oil from the bottle, watching as it sluiced along the intimate crevice of his lover, flowing past a twitching hole and down the insides of his thighs. 


Sudden contact with the cold fluid burned Lu Cang's skin, making him hyper aware of his exposed entrance,displayed to the emperor like some kind of prize.


"Jing...," he called out weakly. 

Jing ran a finger between Lu Cang's spread cheeks, dipping it into the quivering hole and then retracting it before pushing it all the way in again. Lu Cang convulsed beneath him -- his insides were soft and sensitive, slicked with oil and seasoned with use. Jing added another finger, burying them right to the knuckle. He felt around Lu Cang's insides for awhile before accurately curving his fingers just at the right spot, pressing into the most sensitive part of the bandit's body and elicting a shrill scream from the trembling body on the table. Lu Cang's legs promptly gave out on him. If not for the table, he'd be a crumpled heap on the floor by now. 


Jing drew his fingers out of Lu Cang and unknotted his belt, finally releasing his erection. He placed the tip of his cock at Lu Cang's entrance, pink and twitching in anticipation. His desire had already consumed him from inside out and he sought to gain relief, but he was not done with Lu Cang yet. Instead of entering him directly, Jing slid his cock between Lu Cang's buttocks, rubbing and teasing his lover's wet hole as Lu Cang moaned heatedly, unpleasantly surprised but needy all the same. His heart was pounding loudly in his ears as Jing took pleasure from his body, his face tear streaked and crazed with arousal, cheek pressed against the cold table has Jing held his hips with bruising strength. 


A hand snaked to the front and circled Lu Cang's erection firmly, randomly kneading and pressing. Lu Cang let out a loud sob-- the pressure in his abdomen was so great it hurt, and Jing's hand only made him more desperate. He roughly tugged at his bound hands uncontrollably, bewildered and at a loss of what to do.


"Please..." 


He started to thrash against the table, yanking at the bonds as hard as he could, causing red abrasions to appear on his wrists. Jing, unwilling to let his lover hurt himself, planted a firm hand between Lu Cang's shoulder blades to stop the squirming and broke the bonds with his other hand, freeing Lu Cang's bruised wrists. Before Lu Cang could do anything with his freed hands, Jing pinned them next to his head against the table, gave a few more rough jerks and came with a quiet grunt, shooting semen onto Lu Cang's buttocks and thighs. 


"Wuu...wuu.." Lu Cang was sobbing uncontrollably, totally overcome with sensations that threatened to make him either explode or pass out on the spot. Jing slipped a finger into Lu Cang's entrance and positioned it right and that spot, curling his finger and hitting the prostate just as he tore the band off, causing Lu Cang to ejaculate violently with a loud scream. 


Utterly exhausted and on the brink of collapse, Lu Cang panted heavily as he felt the hot liquid flow down his thighs, his eyes barely even open. His mind was in utter chaos. His heart was still beating wildy instead of calming down like it usually did, and heat was starting to rise from the pit of his stomach again like some kind of unstoppable sea monster. He tried to suppress the swirling heat in his body, but it eventually reached his head, clouding his tired mind and taking over his supple body. Panic welled up in him, and like a confused child, he called out for Jing...


A firm pair of arms circled Lu Cang's waist as he tried to push himself off the table, but his legs were too weak to support him, and he fell right into Jing's bosom. Lu Cang's body was absolutely spent, but the effects of the drug had not worn off. Jing made a mental note to reward Master Shen handsomely. 


Jing lowered himself onto the floor, pulling Lu Cang onto his lap. He was too exhausted to even move, his back leaned against Jing's chest, depending completely depending on him for support. 


But the emperor was still not satisfied. 


He look Lu Cang's hand firmly and guided it across the bandit's soiled body, making trembling fingertips collect the spilled seed between his thighs.


Lu Cang's other hand was clamped to his chest by Jing, who breathed hotly onto the back of his neck. The heat was consuming Lu Cang from the inside out, and the exhaustion was weighing on his bones. He put up no resistance as Jing nudged his legs open and brought their hands to his most intimate area. 


"?!"


Lu Cang drew in a sharp breath upon feeling Jing press his fingers against his entrance. His mind jerked aware dispite the thick haze and he focused to remove his hand from that shameful place.


"No...Don't.."


"There are people who'd kill for this and you're just wasting it like that? I cannot allow it."


Without waiting for a reply, he forced Lu Cang's fingers into his own entrance, drawing a choked cry from the trembling body. Lu Cang mustered all his strength to struggle out of Jing's grasp, but Jing's grip left no room for escape. 


Tears welled up at the corner of his eyes. How wretched he must have looked, writhing pitifully on his own fingers, shameful body splayed out before the beautiful garden. Pale moonlight bathed his nakedness as he cried and shook, powerless against Jing and absolutely disgusted at himself. He felt as filthy as the first time he was touched. 


Pleasure roiled in the pit of his stomach, spreading insidiously and uncontrollably throughout his body, making him painfully aroused despite his state of mind. Jing smirked at the pleasing reaction, obviously drawing great pleasure from Lu Cang's situation. He drew Lu Cang's fingers halfway out, then shoved them back in, 


"Feels great doesn't it? This is what I can't get from any concubine...who asked you not to believe me?"


"No...no...take it out..."


Tears rolled down the side of Lu Cang's face and dripped onto his slumped body, mixing with the sweat and burning his skin. He could feel his warm insides pulsating against his fingers and Jing's bodily fluids smearing onto the soft walls.


"Oh, so you don't like it?" 


Jing chirped as if he was completely not the cause of Lu Cang's predicament while forcing Lu Cang's fingers into himself repeatedly. 


"But look at you, you're hard down there..."


He couldn't help but take advantage of Lu Cang, using the effects of the drug as an excuse to continue tormenting him. 


"I'm not done yet."


As soon as Jing lightened his grip, Lu Cang hurridly removed his fingers and clamped his legs shut. His insides tingled from the feeling of being invaded, and he felt horrible to the point wanting to chop his hand right off. His neediness didn't help his foggy mind one bit. 


Jing held Lu Cang's waist and repositioned him to kneel on all fours, but Lu Cang's arms were too weak to support his body weight and his upper body collapsed onto the floor like a broken doll, explicitly exposing his vulnerable area to Jing.


The erotic sight before him was too much to bear, and without waiting a second more, Jing gave his cock a few quick strokes and forcefully thrusted his weapon into Lu Cang's body. His erection was thick and hot, and Lu Cang was torn between two extremes of pleasure and pain. Blood rushed to his head and threw his consciousness into a flurfy. 


Jing rapidly thrust into that captivating body, gripping Lu Cang's hips and pushing himself all the way into that tight passage again and again. He could feel the inner walls contract and pulsate against him, struggling against the invading object, but helpless nonetheless against his dominance.


Lu Cang's face was red from the exertion and his breaths were ragged and shallow. He gasped powerlessly on the floor as Jing took him from behind, pleasuring and humiliating him at the same time. He trembled violently as strength rapidly left his body for the second time that night. Salty liquid dripped on the floorboards of the pavilion, soaking into the wood and leaving dark stains. 


His insides felt as if they were consumed by a ravaging flame, visceral and vicious. Seeing the struggling body beneath him made Jing's heart lurch. He bent down and kissed the back of Lu Cang's neck, lingering there for a very long time, quietly comforting his lover. 


 Soft cries filled the darkness of the pavilion as the moonlight filtered through the trees and illuminated the pair, the intimate connection between them hidden by the white flowing robes of the emperor. 


.......


Jing took him again and again, reveling in the bewitching way Lu Cang moved underneath him. In that moment of vulnerability, the distinctive spark in his eyes were glazed over by desire and his expression was content but troubled at the same time, cheeks flushed and red lips parted, gently panting. Jing drank in evey sight and drowned in every sensation, intoxicating himself with the intoxicated Lu Cang.


Lu Cang's body was covered in fluids. His back entrance was softened by the repeated rounds of love making and it hung loosely open, copious amounts of white fluid gushing out with every ragged breath he took. He was so far lost he may as well be unconscious, his eyelids hanging so low they looked like they were closed, and Jing knew he wouldn't remember half of this in the morning. 


Lu Cang's hair was a messy pool of black against his sweaty skin and dirty body, but Jing didn't care. He leaned down and captured Lu Cang's plump lips with a deep kiss, and lingered forever before drawing away, leaving a silver thread of saliva hanging between both their lips. He tenderly moved his lips across Lu Cang's cheek and slowly down to the side of his neck, breathing in Lu Cang's skin and kissing him softly. 


I love you.


The words drifted through the night breeze, gentle as a sigh. Jing wasn't even sure if he said it out loud.


And with his final vestige of strength, Lu Cang opened up for him one last time, putting all the flowers in the garden to shame.


.......


Master Shen found a bag of silver coins amounting to seven hundred liang by his doorstep the next morning. 


And Lu Cang couldn't get out of bed for three days. 


- End -



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