BOOK I: The Concubine
"My dears, as a professional storyteller I travel far and wide and am delighted that so many of you have come to the campfire. Save your coins, my reward is a good bite of your meat cooking over there. My name is Bo Teng, and the Master Bo Lai, who will appear in my story, was my father. He picked me up in a puddle when I was an orphan one and a half years old, adopted me as his son and trained me to become a warrior. He brought me to the royal court of Qin, where he was a highly respected man, and I served in the Kingsguards for 12 years. Many crooks wanted to rob the king's famous treasury, we had to smash a lot of heads and of course nobody got to the treasure. A careless handling of a black powder charge led to an explosion that cost many lives and my eyesight. I became a storyteller and have been wandering the Empire of Heavens for over 45 years. Master Tschin of this town, who took me in hospitably, let me choose from his servant girls which one should warm my feet at night. The girls murmured as I uncovered them one by one and looked at them with my fingertips. I made, I hope, a good choice. But I digress, forgive me! Today I will tell you about the exciting life of a princess who, shortly before I saw the light of day and the heavens, closed her eyes and went to her ancestors. A life full of Emperors and concubines, murder and manslaughter, intrigues and poison. Battles are fought, both on the field and on the sleeping mat. Empresses will moan in lovemaking like the ladies of the court and the common Chinese women. Yes, let the young girls sit at the front, so that my old eyes may delight in their tender female flesh! A good sip of your thin beer to make my throat supple and my voice full, but also to remember the unfortunate brewmaster, who puts you through such a thing as beer."
The old, half‐blind man had already felt the girls' bodies intimately and had chosen one. He made no secret of the fact that he was choosing a virgin, because he was still young enough to enjoy deflowering her. The other girls were to wear airy skirts and sit in the front row where they could be seen, because despite his partial blindness he could still see a little and he wanted to see their naked pussies while he told his story! The girls nodded, that was perverse, but it was OK. He let the virgin lie in his lap and put her head on his arm. He unbuckled her belt so that he could caress her whole body up to her small, budding breasts under her dress. The spectators only saw this, because he only touched her clit very gently. He did not masturbate her to orgasm, he saved that for when she had taken him to her bed and lay down next to him. When he noticed that her orgasm was rising, he immediately released her clit and put his fingers on her breasts. The orgasm did not come, she closed her legs again because the orgasm did not come. After a while he got her going again, but he was careful not to trigger her orgasm. Those standing nearby only noticed her excitement because she spread her legs wide and her skirt glided up so far that her pussy and clit were visible. But the old man did not trigger her orgasm. She afterwards was already so excited from the hours of caressing that she was happy to let him take her virginity and fuck her until he was exhausted.
So, let the story begin!
Eight hundred years had passed since the first Emperor Qin Shi Huang Di had defeated the 7 kingdoms and united them to form the Chinese Empire. He had changed, improved and ordered many things. China was no longer a bunch of quarrelling princes and tribes, but a cleverly organized state that was in no way inferior to the Babylonian, Assyrian or Egyptian empires. One reform that survived a thousand years was his currency reform. Until then, there had only been bronze and newer copper coins of equal value, which Emperor Qin left as the money of the common man. He invented the small silver boats, a hundred of them yielded a silver boat the size of the palm of your hand, a hundred of them yielded a gold‐plated silver boat weighing half a pound. In comparison, 10 small silver boats would buy a good horse, 15 a stallion. The imperial seal was stamped on the underside, but the people were not fooled. By God, it wasn't an imperial seal, but the young empress's little pussyhole, in which Emperor Qin's exaggeratedly large cock reared up to squirt. The Emperor had deflowered his favorite daughter at the age of 12 and she gave him 11 beautiful daughters. She remained faithfully devoted and shy on his sleeping mat for 40 years, he was allowed to deflower his 11 daughters and fuck them in turn after having fucked their mother. He had elevated his favorite daughter to empress at 18 and he let her fuck everyone when it served his interests. She introduced the obligatory custom, that a decent, respectable Chinese woman had to masturbate while fucking. There was no record of this, but many scholars assumed that she was heavily addicted to masturbation and orgasms. Emperor Qin unfortunately fell into quackery and mixed mercury into his food to attain eternal life. Unfortunately, it led to madness and a quick death after 6 months. He went naked into the thorn bushes, cut them in two with his sword and victoriously fucked their wives. Of course, he injured himself with the thorny women and the horrified empress had her ladies‐in‐waiting, pillows tied to their backsides, receive the fighting emperor in the thorn bushes, who was now all the more convinced to fuck the wives and daughters of the vanquished, until one day he fell over at fucking one of the ladies and died. His daughter reigned for 10 years until she was poisoned. The Emperors had established the emergence of a puppet–like court state, but were no longer able to stop its tumorous growth.
The Emperor and the Maiden
The Emperor had the palanquin stopped. The chancellor ran forward and remained in a deep bow. The Emperor's white hand parted the curtain. "That girl there by the pond, find out all you can about her. She caught my eye." The chancellor ran to the pond, but the elderly chaperone lady blocked his path. "In the name of the Emperor!" shouted the chancellor, pushing her aside forcefully. A servant pushed a folding chair under the chancellor's fat butt, who beckoned the girl to get out of the water and come closer. She realized that he must be a high official at court and stepped closer until she was standing right in front of the chancellor.
She answered all the questions in beautiful words, which the chancellor noted favorably. Her name was Li, she was 15 years old and lived in the care of her uncle, who was an imperial official. She pointed to the large estate with her hand. She could read and write, she had read many books about the former Emperors and her uncle had her trained in the manners of the nobility, she was destined to marry well one day. The white silk dress clung to her body and the chancellor scrutinized her closely. Despite his age, he was impressed by her beauty, for the wet shirt hid nothing. He waved his hand and the conversation was over. The chancellor walked to the imperial palanquin, did not look directly at the Emperor and gave his report. The Emperor, much younger than the chancellor, had not taken his eyes off the girl for a moment. He raised his hand, he had heard enough. He wanted to see the girl Li tomorrow in the palace. He tapped the palanquin with his gilded fan and continued on his monthly tour of the city.
Li had been collected the next day, she had been bathed, oiled, perfumed, coiffed and dressed in a beautiful gown. She was led into a hall, allowed to take a seat and sip her tea. She knew, of course, that the Emperor had summoned her and was accordingly excited. After an hour, the excitement had faded and she was surprisingly calm when the Emperor entered.
They had a very superficial conversation for the quarter of an hour at first, but it soon became very personal. Of course, Li had immediately recognized that the Emperor, a pleasant, educated man in his 40s, was in love with her. She knew that this was the big chance in her life and that she had to seize the opportunity. The Emperor talked about women's bodies with an enthusiasm that she found kind and friendly. He leaned towards her and lifted her dress over her chest. She tensed inwardly as he looked intently at her breast, but she called herself to order, for this was her chance. She raised her hand slowly and confidently, and then covered her breast with a shy smile. The Emperor smiled, he would have given her an even more beautiful dress, did she not want to put it on right away? Two silent servants approached and escorted her behind a totally transparent curtain. Li let them undress her and stood proud and naked behind the curtain. She was aware that a dozen pairs of eyes were focused on her nakedness, but only one pair of eyes mattered. She turned and twisted, smiling, in front of this pair of eyes, letting them look at every inch of her body for several minutes. The servants dressed her in her new splendid robe and escorted her back to her seat opposite the Emperor. He smiled kindly, his ears and cheeks glowing.
He asked very quietly if she had any experience or was she still untouched? She looked him straight in the eye and answered quietly as well. Her uncle had made her his wife two years ago and taught her everything she needed to know about fucking. The Emperor nodded, glad that he hadn't gotten an inexperienced young thing. He wanted to know more and brought his ear very close to Li's mouth, not wanting to expose it to all those unseen. Li whispered softly that he had visited her every day for the first few weeks and months and years. It had not been easy for him, because he was already quite old. But he didn't want to dishonor her and let her be fucked by other, younger ones who might have found it easier. Her sexual training was over, her uncle had said, and he only visited her once a night. She had behaved as her uncle had instructed and had not fucked any other men. It would have dishonored her, Li said, to fuck someone other than her lovely teacher. The Emperor nodded with great satisfaction and whispered how impressed he was.
Whether she wanted to live with him, as one of his concubines, he asked rather directly. He would ask the Empresss pro forma, of course, but Li sensed from his tone that he loathed the Empress and that it was just a formality for him. She lowered her eyes for the first time. He had to ask her uncle for her hand in marriage, Li said in a trembling voice, for she did not know whether the same applied to an Emperor. The Emperor laughed out loud and took her hand. "I could have his head chopped off if he says no," he said boldly laughing, and she shuddered. "Let me say goodbye to my household, my Lord," Li said, "I don't want to run away without a farewell like a thief." The Emperor had her brought home in a palanquin and ordered her uncle to appear immediately. The Emperor and Uncle Tschan negotiated behind closed doors.
Li only saw her uncle the next morning, he was beaming all over his face. "I wish you a good life, little daughter, take care of it yourself! Always remember that the gods have stretched out their hand to you and so take everything you can get! I know that you will not disgrace me. Despite my age, I have fucked you thoroughly every day and taught you everything you need to know. The Emperor will be delighted with you, because you're really fucking fantastic now!" He hugged her for a very, very long time and kissed her on the forehead. Li said goodbye to everyone again and was taken to the palace in the palanquin. She was given a bunk in the large dormitory where the Emperor's 40 concubines lived. Only the Empress and two favorites had their own chambers; the 13–year–old heir to the throne still slept with his mother, the Empress.
In the evening, the Emperor had asked for her, two servants bathed, anointed and perfumed Li, who went from the bath to the Emperor's bedchamber covered only in a cloak. He lay naked on his bed and read reports written in ink on narrow strips of bamboo. Only when he had read it through and made any necessary corrections were the bamboo strips transferred to the new medium of paper. When she entered, he laid the bamboo strips on the floor and the two servant girls hid in the farthest corner of the large bedroom. She greeted him with exquisite politeness, looked at the young servants and looked at him questioningly. The Emperor smiled; there was always someone present in the palace and available for any request. You were never alone, the palace had eyes and ears, you had to live with that. He said you had to get used to the fact that if you wanted to keep something private, you could only breathe softly into my ear in a close embrace. She nodded. "This is new to me, but I'll get used to it," Li said.
He rolled to the side after fucking her, "let's take a little break, I want to fuck you again later." When he asked her quietly if she only masturbated while fucking as was customary, she replied just as quietly, yes, that's what the teacher had taught her, to only do it while fucking, otherwise it would be indecent. "Only, while I was still a little girl, I did it every night..." He put his hand over her lips, it was none of his business and shouldn't be spoken out, he whispered. He nodded and sighed, "you'll see for yourself how decent my concubines are." He asked if she wanted a glass of wine, but Li shook her head, saying she wasn't used to drinking wine and would rather have fruit juice. A servant disappeared and returned a short time later, bringing a glass of wine and a fruit juice. "That's how it works here, Princess Li," he said, "the servants are all well trained."
Li looked at her master. He was 46 years old, he had said so, he looked very athletic and healthy. His cock was a little bigger than her uncle's, the man fucked quite well and waited politely with squirting until she had finished masturbating, only then did he pull his cock out of her pussy. He asked what she had learned and she listed swan, pigeon and crane; horse, dog and monkey; camel and water buffalo, ..... He interrupted her with a smile, "so everything our ancestors thought up about fucking." Li stroked his cock, which had become stiff, "Do you want to, my Lord?" Of course he wanted to, she let herself be fucked again and masturbated faster so that he didn't squirt before she reached orgasm. He squirted with a roar and rolled to the side with a big grin. "Aaah, you're really good at it, Princess Li!" he said with an appreciative look. She had to smile when she saw the two servants. "They will make their husbands very happy tonight," she whispered with a grin, pointing at the two blushing girls with her chin. The Emperor grinned wryly, "They will, I'm sure of it!" Li smiled even more as the two blushed heavily.
Li gave the Emperor time for a long pause. "Would you like some more, high Lord?" she asked softly and he nodded, "but the snake will have to help with that," he replied. She took his cock in her mouth and teased him like a snake's tongue until he was stiff. Then she swung herself up onto him. "The Crane," she breathed, lying with her upper body on his chest and letting her ass rotate. He grunted with pleasure. She rose up when he was ready to squirt and rode him fast as clockwork. He clawed his hands into her hips and held her tight as he squirted a few more drops. That was enough, he gasped as he struggled desperately for breath. They lay quietly next to each other for a while. "I'll have a new room made for you tomorrow, you'll be a favorite!" he said firmly. She teased him, "just a favorite or the favorite?" He didn't say anything in response, was she perhaps too demanding, too full of herself? He wanted to have her back tomorrow evening, he said. The two servants appeared next to the bed, they handed her the cloak, "Please, Princess Li!" It was a sobering departure, but the Emperor always slept alone, the girls confirmed as they escorted her to the dormitory.
How right the Emperor was! She lay down on the sleeping mat and everyone kept their mouths shut as if waiting for her to say something. "May the gods lull you to sleep," Li said half aloud, a customary goodnight greeting. The quiet noise rose again. Some women lay together on a mat and made love to each other, others sighed and gasped as they masturbated. Li turned on her side and tried to fall asleep.
Every evening, the Emperor sent for her, and four days later she had her own room next to the rooms of the other favorites. She had herself bathed, oiled and perfumed every evening. That was what the master wanted. A servant washing her pussy hinted at masturbation, but she immediately ordered her to stop. She wanted to remain a really decent girl. A few days later, the other two favorites knocked on her door. "Today we're all going to the Lord," they said. All three of them lay naked on the bed; strangely, the master wasn't there yet. Then a fourth woman arrived, it was the Empress.
Li had never seen her before, she was a Mongolian woman, around 45 years old, despite all her make–up you could see her old, wrinkled skin and that she was surprisingly ugly as night. She dropped the cloak. Her breasts were small and hung down wrinkled and sad. Her luxuriant pubic hair had been carefully trimmed to resemble the Chinese ideal. The Chinese woman only had a small, slender bush above the pubic fold, but the Mongolian woman had an unappetizing, thick bush. She lay down in the middle without a greeting, spread her legs and waited. They all waited.
Li would later learn that the court had chosen the Mongol princess for the Emperor so that the Mongol barbarians would no longer raid the empire. The complicated marriage contract stipulated that she had to bear him an heir to the throne and that he had to fuck her at least once a month. According to the contract, she could have taken anyone as a lover, as he was also allowed to take anyone as a concubine. But the Mongolian woman only fucked her son, the heir to the throne. The favorites had already seduced him once and were impressed by his cock and the 14–year–old's good techniques. He allegedly fucked the Empress 5 times or more every day, but that was surely just an exaggeration. This was in the marriage contract as a possibility for her, because it was the custom among the Mongols, whereas in China such a mother would be chased out of the village with shame and disgrace. And so things stood, and the four women waited for the Emperor.
He came, visibly stressed. He lay down by the Empress, who didn't move, who didn't lift a finger. A favorite took his cock in her mouth and did the snake until he was properly stiff. The Mongol opened her cunt wide with her finger, so you could see, it was of black skin. She tried to smile and said with a liquor‐filled voice, "ride me hard, ride me wild, dear husband!" He penetrated the Empress's pussy, but she remained stiff as a poker. With obvious reluctance, he thrust and fucked the ugly Mongolian cunt. Li was annoyed, didn't the Empress know that you had to masturbate while fucking or being fucked? She stretched out her hand cheekily and masturbated the Empress. She seemed to wake up now and shot her venomous looks, but then the lust was stronger than anything else and the Empress orgasmed with a suppressed scream. The Emperor squirted after that as quickly as he could and climbed off the Empress. "You have all witnessed me fucking the Empress!" he said solemnly. The Empress stood up, nodded to Princess Li and left, followed by her servants.
The Emperor smiled at first, then burst out laughing, the two favorites joining in. Li didn't join in the laughter as she didn't know why they were laughing. One of the favorites explained. Fifteen years ago, before the Empress was pregnant, a former favorite had dared to masturbate the Empress, but the Empress had her whipped five times on her naked body the next day in front of the assembled court. "So I wonder if she will have you whipped naked tomorrow, Princess Li!" Li straightened up. "She won't, otherwise I'll rip out her clit next time!" The Emperor raised his voice slightly, "That's enough, ladies, there will be no whipping or ripping anything out unless I order it!" Li lowered her gaze, "Forgive me, high Lord, for speaking so prole–like!"
The good humor was gone, they drank a glass of wine and chatted until the Emperor was visibly agitated. He mounted a favorite, leaving Li breathless. She had never seen anyone else fuck before, but the favorite made such a beautiful, quivering and trembling swan that tears of awe welled up in Li's eyes. The Emperor was exhausted and sent the three ladies home. They sat together for a long time in one of the rooms and Li got to know the ladies Xchi and Chang better. They all three became friends. Lady Xchi said that they had been with the Lord forever, that they were actually already too old as they had to leave the palace at 30, but the Lord wouldn't let them go yet, he simply wouldn't release them.
Princess Li was not whipped, she masturbated the Empress with impunity every time and now she joined in the laughter because the ugly old woman obviously quite enjoyed being masturbated after all. Li quite liked the Emperor as a man and she wouldn't dream of giving herself to anyone else. The ladies Xchi and Chang had their silent, secret lovers who risked their lives. Li had no intention of fucking the heir to the throne either, although Xchi and Chang spoke of the young Lord with great enthusiasm.
Three years went by, Princess Li was universally loved and lay with the Lord four or five days a week. She had completely identified herself with the role of head wife and bid a very sad farewell to the ladies Xchi and Chang, who were richly endowed and began a new life. Li had learned the trembling, quivering swan and delighted her master with her act. Then, on a fine, sunny morning, the Emperor was found dead in his bed. The Empress announced that the heir to the throne was now the Emperor and that she would have to take over the affairs of the empire until he came of age, in accordance with the prevailing laws. A Mongolian woman on the imperial throne!
After just a few hours, rumors circulated that he had been poisoned and counter–rumors that he had not. The court gave no clear information and Li was not only unspeakably sad, as she had learned to love the Emperor a little during those years. No, she was upset because no one said a clear word. She sought out the chief court physician and put her knife to his throat. The steel scored his throat and her look told him that she would slit his throat without batting an eyelid. He pissed his pants, but the princess hissed for him to talk or go to hell in silence. He shrieked in agony that he had noticed all the signs of poisoning but could not identify which poison had been used, at least none of those known in China. The princess plunged the blade deeper into his throat. It was probably a foreign poison, perhaps from Mongolia, the doctor hissed. But the chancellor had forbidden him to say a single word on pain of death! The princess had heard enough and lowered the bleeding doctor to the ground. On her way out, she told his colleague that the doctor was bleeding to death next door.
She immediately ordered 5 bodyguards to accompany her at every turn. Then she began her campaign of revenge, accepting that it could cost her her own head. The old chancellor was found floating in the pond five days later. He must have slipped and drowned. Two days later, the regent, the Mongolian Empress dowager, was found sitting on her throne in the morning. She had been strangled and murdered with several knife stabs in her abdomen. Princess Li still had a few things to do to finish the vendetta. The chancellor was dead, as was the regent, and a commission had to investigate. Li spoke to some high and top officials, confidentially of course, while walking in the garden where they could not be spied on. The Imperial Council had to meet today and declare the heir to the throne to be of age and elevate him to Emperor today. Today. He should then commission the investigation or not.
Princess Li had achieved everything. She sent for the assassin girl through her favorite eunuch, who will be mentioned later. 5 silver shuttles (silver boats) for the chancellor, Li reckoned to the assassin. "Ten silver boats for the Mongol, that's what we agreed. And another 10 silver boats for your eternal silence." Li paused for a moment. "Yesterday morning, I held a knife to the throat of the chief physician and he almost bled to death, as I'm sure you've heard. You're a good assassin, but I'm not squeamish either. You can use the money to buy yourself a big restaurant or a nice hostel. So be wise and keep quiet forever." The assassin girl nodded and disappeared as silently as she had come. Silver boats, the currency of the time, were worth a lot. Li had hardly any money of her own, but when her beloved had been poisoned, she had taken it all from his casket. The Emperor himself had once explained the mechanism to her when she needed it urgently. Now the time had come. And she commissioned an iron casket and stowed all the money in it. Small, large and gold–plated silver boats. A fortune.
A day later, the Imperial Council had already proclaimed the heir to the throne Emperor. People shrugged their shoulders, of age or not, was that so important? Li had put everything in order. She had gone to see her uncle to hear his verdict. He was a wise man. He didn't love violence. But he only thought until his teacup was empty. "Of all the bad solutions, you chose the best. If you had asked me before, little daughter, I would have advised you to do nothing and trust the Gods. But it would have been a bad advice."
The Emperor meets his favorite
Princess Li had inherited the favorite eunuch of the ladies Xchi and Chang. The new favorites were very pretty, very young and could fuck really well, but unfortunately they were as stupid as straw. Li claimed the eunuch for herself, the straw–stupid girls had no objection at all. His name was Bo Lai and he was about 35, ten years older than her. They had met when Xchi and Chang were still there. From their first meeting, the first glance, they both knew that their lives were intertwined.
Li spoke to Lai for the first time after the ladies had left. "How could it be that you were the secret lover of Xchi and Chang?" Lai looked at her calmly, though he wasn't comfortable with the subject. "Most eunuchs are emasculated like sheep when they are still boys. The scrotum is tied off very tightly and then cut off. They have no erections and can't father children. We Chinese learned this barbaric procedure from the Mongols. However, some are only emasculated at an advanced age, usually with the same result. A few, however, including myself, can still get an erection, but of course cannot father children. I did the stupid thing of impregnating the sweet little daughter of a rich man. He had me emasculated. When I recovered months later, the rich man had disappeared and was never heard from again. I ended up in the service of Lady Xchi, who appreciated my erections and knew how to keep the secret. She was the only person to tell Lady Chang, who is very secretive. That's how it was, they didn't even tell the Emperor, even though they both loved him very much. They must have thought a lot of you, Princess Li, to tell you my secret and give me away to you."
Li had grabbed Lai's hand when he spoke of emasculation. She was still holding it when he had finished. "I don't know what will happen to me. I'm seven years older than the new Emperor and I'm afraid he'll send me packing with riches. I can only promise you that I will share even my last bowl of rice with you or let you go free. You choose!"
Lai was clever, educated and had a sharp mind. He made a suggestion. "Princess Li, don't lock your door tonight. Perhaps the wind will carry a quiet spirit into your chamber, a good spirit that will fuck you so well that you can forget all sorrow and your revenge. And then ask me again tomorrow morning." Li nodded in agreement, "So it will be!"
Li waited anxiously, preparing her clit for a fine ride, but she didn't hear him coming. It was only when he lay down naked on the mat next to her that she saw him. In the pale moonlight, she realized that he had a pretty impressive cock. They fucked in complete silence, alternating between him on top and then her again. She masturbated at first, but even when she stopped masturbating, she had orgasms. No man had ever fucked her so well, not her uncle and not even the Emperor. She asked him to stop because she couldn't breathe with the constant orgasms. When she had caught her breath and calmed down, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the mouth. "I want you to stay with me. If I have to leave, I will buy your freedom, the former Emperor has given me enough money." Princess Li noticed that he nodded in agreement. "We just have to be careful while we're living in the palace," he breathed. Lai was taller than her, broad–shouldered and very muscular. A Han, she whispered, and he confirmed. "I love men who kill for passion, be it for love or revenge," Princess Li whispered. Lai hugged her. "My girl died in the abortion, along with our child, because her father entrusted her to the wrong women. He deserved to die, just like the corrupt chancellor and the Mongolian Empress dowager. Sometimes death is the right decision." Li said she and he were connected, like the tree and the vine entwined around him. They whispered for a while longer, then Lai disappeared as silently as he had come.
The young Emperor spent his first day appointing his ministers and advisors. Every night he spent with three of his father's concubines. He didn't say it, but they were all too old. Not old enough to replace his beloved mother, because he really missed her sexually. In the morning, each was given a small box of silver boats and a palanquin to take them into the city. Princess Li waited eleven nights to be called and sent away. Surprisingly, the Emperor asked her to come to him in the garden. She came immediately, she had never seen him up close before and had never spoken to him, even though they had both lived in the palace for years. She was surprised because there was nothing at all Mongolian about him. He was a really handsome Chinese man and reminded her strongly of his father, whose lover she had been. He looked around, he had had the garden closed off. They could talk freely and undisturbed.
He spoke lovingly of his father, whom he had only really learned to appreciate in recent years. Only when he had inwardly separated from his mother. He said whoever had murdered her, it was a release for him from her clutches. She had molded him into her sex slave. He had enjoyed it for many years because she had taught him everything and was always good to fuck. But she was a jealous witch who had beaten him up more than once for fucking another girl, and she didn't begrudge him that. He said he became aware of the princess when he learned that she masturbated his mother while she was fucked by his father every month. He did not show it outwardly, but inwardly he was pleased that a single princess, namely she, dared to do what was a fine Chinese custom while fucking. For a Mongolian woman, this was of course very humiliating, but he was already inwardly resisting.
Princess Li hadn't said a word yet, not because you had to wait until the Emperor asked you to. No, she let him speak because that was when she could tell how the wind was blowing. He said that he had spent a night with his concubines out of respect for his father and had dismissed them with honor. He laughed, "what am I supposed to do with 40 concubines?" The princess just smiled. He said he had kept two. They were the father's last two purchases, exotic blonde creatures from the far west, brought from far away by the slave traders. They didn't speak a word of our language and theirs was unintelligible. But they were both young, younger than himself, exotically pretty with big blue saucer eyes and they were only inhibited at first. But once the evening had picked up speed, they came out of their shells and fucked quite well. He had indicated to them that they should masturbate while fucking. They asked twice if he meant "that", and when he nodded in the affirmative, they were ready to fuck like all good Chinese girls. They had been with him three nights already and he wanted to keep them. The only thing they somehow didn't get was that they had to go back to their room after fucking. They didn't seem to understand that an Emperor slept alone. The princess looked up. "They may not know what an Emperor is, high Lord!" He nodded, "You see, now we come to you, Princess Li."
Li waited for his explanation. "My father actually only spoke of one concubine, and that was you. He said you were much more valuable than any sexual blossom in his flower garden. He could have a really good conversation with you, better than with many a minister or advisor. He always listened to you carefully and most of it was right. He said that a woman had to be more to him than just one who bore him a progenitor or who knew how to fuck. I remember one remark he made in particular. Princess Li would have been the best wife for him if it weren't for reasons of state." The princess winced; the Emperor had never told her that, she whispered. "I grew very fond of him over time, but I thought it was just one–sided love."
The young Emperor mentioned that he knew her uncle. His father, the Emperor, had hired her uncle to teach him how to run the civil service because his father thought the uncle was very suitable. The prince was not enthusiastic at first, but he quickly realized that he could use her uncle's knowledge. He had invited his uncle to tea a few days ago because he wanted to have him around in a higher position. The uncle was not interested in the offer. He knew the imperial court very well and knew that it would crush his soul. He would rather complete his great work, a book on the history of China. Unfortunately, he was unable to change the steadfast man's mind. But he would ask him for advice whenever he needed it. "I was thinking at that moment how closely our lives are interwoven. Do I take this as a sign, or is it just a coincidence?" Princess Li remained thoughtfully silent, for she did not know the answer either.
The young Emperor smiled. "I would like to know if you and I are a good match. One thing I already know, I don't give a damn about reasons of state, about the schemers at court who would put misfortune in my bed for a piece of land. I am the Emperor, I can make their heads roll!" Princess Li was not impressed by his emotionalism. "There are moments when reason of state is the right choice, perhaps the only one, High Lord." He was silent for a moment, for it was rare that anyone dared to contradict him. "I'm beginning to understand what impressed my father so much." He smiled. "Would you join me for dinner tonight, then for drinks and perhaps in my bed?" Princess Li murmured that she rarely drank wine, preferring fruit juice. But the servants know that.
"May I make a request, my Lord?" she asked. "I mean that we can feel freer and perhaps open up better if our servants don't stay in the room with us, but perhaps one or two rooms away? We can call out loudly if we need them." He swayed his head back and forth. "There are always two armed bodyguards next to the Emperor's bed at night." He thought for a moment. "I'll post them outside the room or at least put up a partition screen while you're with me. After that, they can come back in."
Li prepared for the evening carefully, both her own and Bo Lai's future depended on success. Lai did not leave her side and accompanied her to the Emperor's chambers. The young servants followed behind. Lai remained seated on the steps. "May the gods grant you strength and skill! Not beauty, for you are already beautiful, my Princess!" Li thanked him, bowing her head. "Get some sleep, my protector!" No one would have guessed from their words the deep affection they felt for each other.
The princess paid attention to every word, even though the servants were out of earshot. The palace has eyes and ears, she never forgot that. But it became increasingly clear that she was seven years older than the young Emperor. He was educated, inquisitive and clever, that was how it was. He was still very attached to his father, even though he had only really gotten to know him in the last two years. He wanted to know everything and Li liked to tell him about his father, she had spent ten years talking to him, discussing or unraveling people's mysteries. She didn't hide from the boy how greedy his father was for sexual adventures, but nothing about his behavior could shake her respect for her master.
When they fucked together, she was pleasantly surprised at how well he fucked. She let herself drift in her lust and refreshed her cunt with her finger. She didn't have to pretend to him, she gave free rein to the pleasure her finger gave her. It wasn't an exciting fuck like with the old Emperor or Bo Lai, it was a pleasant fuck where she could sink into her own excitement and explode. During the breaks, they whispered about all sorts of things, he especially wanted to know how she saw and judged his future as Emperor. Above all, she reinforced his thoughts of being self–confident and only listening to the advice of the court as such. Listening, she repeated. He always had to make the decision himself, not a minister or general. They had their place and he had his. He must never let them forget that. He probed further. "The court is snooty, arrogant and stubborn. The court surely assumes that you are still a little boy whom they can mold, shape and use for their own interests. The court has the court at heart, not the people. The court doesn't care how the families, the craftsmen, the merchants or the farmers are doing, as long as they pay their taxes, do their work and don't revolt. It's as simple as that if you don't go into detail." Princess Li remained silent, because she knew that life was much more complicated in detail. Whether he knew it too, she did not yet know. He swayed his head back and forth. "In short, a pit of vipers, you mean to say," he said. "But they'll bite their fangs out on me, I guarantee you that, sweet princess! If I've learned nothing else from my mother, it's this: I am the Emperor, you are not."
They fucked again and again until the morning, she found it very pleasant and she took care of her own pleasure. She demanded, that he let his cock in her pussy even, as he couldn't fuck anymore, but she loved to masturbate for hours, orgasm after orgasm, until her wrist became tired the next morning. She wondered whether she would like to be his concubine, whether she would like his way of fucking in the long run. She could say yes to both, he was certainly a good master and a good lover. As dawn broke, she slapped her hand theatrically over her mouth. "My poor bodyguard! He's been standing outside the door all night watching for me!" The Emperor looked at her with mixed feelings, who looked after the servants or the bodyguard? However, the princess had already clapped her hands and sent the servant to bring her bodyguard a glass of wine and a bowl of rice and fish.
"You care for him more than is usual," the young Emperor murmured. The princess straightened up and squared her shoulders. "He has earned his place, Your Majesty," she said very formally, "5 years ago, during the last revolt, the rebels advanced as far as here, as far as the concubines' house, the bodyguards could not stop them. They raped the Emperor's concubines and forced their way up the stairs to rape us favorites as well. Only Bo Lai stood broad–shouldered in the corridor, leaning on his cane like an old man. The rebels were soon to learn that not one of them could get past him. He beat them with his stick like the snakes. He piled the dead as high as a man in the corridor and waved at them with a grin, telling them to come closer. There were hundreds of them, Your Majesty, who faltered, stopped and when the big man took a decisive step towards them, they ran for their lives. He turned to us three scared–to–death women, pointed at the mountain of dead bodies and apologized for dumping such a pile of dirt at our doorstep. I will never take another bodyguard, he is the best, Your Majesty!" Li looked at him very seriously. She knew that he and his mother had been ironclad defended by the palace guards, just like the Emperor, and only found out about the night's revolt in the morning, long after it was over.
He immediately realized his mistake. Now he showed character and apologized, he had made fun of himself in ignorance of the events and he was truly sorry. Princess Li smiled kindly at him, the lad had character and a good sense for a mistake. "Don't apologize, high Lord, you couldn't have known." He bowed his head and murmured, "And what does your humble pupil learn from this, dearest princess?" She laughed involuntarily at this drama. "If you were indeed my pupil, dear friend," she said in a confidential and conciliatory tone, "I would point out to you that it is all too easy to give in to the automatisms of one's own imagination and babble away instead of waiting carefully to see if the supposedly strange thing finds another explanation. Great generals have led their armies into the abyss because they made precisely this mistake. That's more or less what I would say to you as my student if I were your teacher and you were not the Emperor." Li remained silent, smiling, and the Emperor thought with his eyes closed.
When he opened his eyes, she asked him which of his father's wives and girls had particularly pleased him sexually? He immediately began to sing her hypocritical praises, but she interrupted him gruffly. "I am aware that I am the best for a thousand miles, that between my legs is not a calm lake, but a volcano that explodes at the slightest touch of my finger." She laughed infectiously. Becoming serious again, she repeated the question.
He looked directly at her, not having to think for a moment. "Hardly any of the concubines, they all fucked quite well or let themselves be fucked quite well. None of them were worth another night though, although they were all lovely and delightful to fuck. Only my father's two favorites, the ladies Xchi and Chang, had deeply impressed me. They were masters of fucking in all variations, even better than my beloved mother, who was a real master of fucking. They bloomed like the most precious flowers and unfurled their wings like exotic butterflies, spread out before me just for my pleasure and admiration. Not to recognize them as the best would have shamed me deeply. I gave them three times what my father had promised them as a parting gift. But I strictly adhered to the custom that concubines and favorites could not be older than 30. At the time, I seriously considered changing the custom in this respect, perhaps I will do so one day."
The princess took his hand. "I thank you, my lord, for answering so openly and honestly. I knew the two ladies well and am aware that I would have had much to learn from their art of fucking." At a hint from the Emperor, a servant brought tea. They drank in silence and each of them dwelled on his thoughts. He thought about how he could persuade her to stay and she thought about how she could become his concubine and one day his favorite. She picked up the cloak from the floor and pulled it over her shoulders. They both began to speak at the same time and both fell silent instantly.
She lowered her gaze. "You first, Your Majesty!" she said in a firm voice and only then did she realize that she was ordering him around like a student. She pressed her eyelids tightly together so that he could not look into her soul. The young Emperor cleared his throat and spoke. "I must thank you, dear princess, for the beautiful evening and the wonderful night. My father was right to consider you his First Favorite. I wanted to ask you to stay with me as my First Favorite, the two blonde girls are just concubines for the boring cold winter nights. And I would be happy if I sent for you once or twice with the news that the pupil needs the teacher's advice, that you would then fly to me like a bird, sit on my shoulder and whisper in my ear. That's all I want. Please, princess!"
Princess Li didn't let on how relieved she was, how happy she was about his decision. She now looked into his amber eyes. "Just as you command, high Lord!" He asked what she had actually wanted to say before. She lowered her eyes, not wanting him to discover the mischief in her eyes too soon. "I wanted to thank you for the excellent meal last night, the cooks gave their all and deserve my thanks." She fell silent in the way that demanded to be asked.
He looked at her critically. "Well, don't keep me in suspense, dearest princess!" She looked him in the eye with a smile and he smiled too, recognizing the mischief in her gaze. "Oh, I just wanted to say that the events that followed deserved a 3, no, perhaps a 4 on the scale of the ten fingers." Her eyes now laughed cheekily. "What, only four fingers!" he exclaimed with feigned indignation, "I work my cock off like a hard worker only to get a measly 4!" She laughed and took up the game. "Well, I rarely give a 5, and never to a man who can't handle the two hungry tigers perfectly." He laughed too. "And the fact that I spared you not only the lame tigers, but also the raging buffaloes, so that you, my delicate flower, don't faint, that should be enough for a 6 out of gratitude! So a whole hand and a finger of the second hand, in case you can't count, my honorable princess!" They laughed together and held hands. "But for a 7, my lord, the snake would have had to twist, turn and twitch even after spitting in the grotto, the cheeky snake with the fat, obscene cock‐shaped body and the spitting mouth!" He grinned all over his face. "An 8 would probably be appropriate because my little birdie was so scared of the big fish mouth when the fish mouth snapped, snapped and snapped so terribly every time it exploded." The princess stroked his face, gently and delicately. "I would give you a 9 if the toothless baboon had bitten the greedy clam many more times, oh my master!" He laughed out loud. "I voluntarily renounce the 10! I give up, I beg for mercy before you make me work myself to death!" Princess Li took his face in both hands and kissed him right on the mouth, pressing her tongue against his and wrestling with him, whirling quickly and licking his tongue lazily, leaving him breathless. She let go of him and looked at him seriously. "I will be your favorite, fully and completely with all my arts! I promise you that, high Lord!"
So it was then. She went to him almost every evening and the blonde girls only when she was indisposed. She left the young Emperor, who had to sleep alone, and let the faithful Lai accompany her home. He slept next to her on the mat every night and was up first thing in the morning, shooing the servants into the kitchen to prepare tea and morning bread for the favorite and the two concubines. When the princess was too tired and languid, Lai went to the blonde girls and woke them up. They really liked being fucked by him or fucking him. He actually had a lot of stamina and the fucking toned his muscles. He practiced every lunchtime before lunch with his cane on a barkless tree stump in the middle of the courtyard. That was the time when Li wanted to rest undisturbed on her mat and intensely pleasured herself with her clit like in the nights of her youth. She needed that, every day.
She had once asked Lai what he thought of the two blonde concubines. He had only found out that they came from a land where it was freezing cold and where wild dogs or wolves ate the little children. They apparently came from a fishing village and when he realized that, he often had fish prepared for them. He sometimes brought them into the kitchen, where they roasted the fish directly over the fire, so that the horrified cook ran screaming out from the kitchen. But that was how the girls liked to eat the fish. "So, do they fuck well?" Li asked and he smiled broadly. "They're really good, they fuck like Chinese girls in the meantime, rubbing their clits with their fingers masterfully." Lai guessed that was not common in their country. He guessed that they were at least sisters, maybe even twins. He had often observed them making lesbian love, but they really liked to fuck men, lustfully and passionately, with the Emperor, with him, sometimes with the servants and, more rarely, with the soldiers, of whom they were very afraid. He had to stand by and nod approvingly as they let themselves be fucked hard by a dozen soldiers in a row. They actually quite liked being fucked hard by several men at a time. Then they smiled as full and satisfied as cats. They certainly didn't understand what an Emperor was and that they belonged to him. They couldn't write and he suspected they had never had a teacher or learned anything.
A hunting accident
The young Emperor died in the third year of his reign, not even 21 years old. He was out with the hunting party, he had fallen off his horse and broken his neck. As cries and wails rang out in the inner courtyard of the palace, the princess ran down, closely followed by Lai. They all stood in a circle around the corpse, which lay on an improvised stretcher. The princess threw herself on her knees beside him and wept in despair. Suddenly Lai stepped up beside her, felt the young Emperor's neck and then stomped on the ground with his fighting stick so hard that Li flinched. He turned around and stomped up the stairs to the women's house. Li looked again at the boy who had tried so hard for so long to fuck her as well as his father and had ultimately failed. The one who was madly in love with her and had kicked the courtiers' asses when they brought in another chick. He made the girls realize they weren't to blame for his trouble and fucked each of them all night long if she really wanted it. And there were quite a few of them who wanted to be fucked by the handsome, strong boy. Now he lay there, small, slight and pale. The princess placed a palm on his chest and silently said goodbye to her master. Then she went up, into the women's house, up to Bo Lai.
They sat silently opposite each other. Li noticed how angry and upset her favorite eunuch was. She pondered and pondered, but it made no sense. Lai and the young Emperor were not close enough to justify his anger. She asked him. He glared at her with a fierce look, but his gaze softened as he recognized her.
"What did they tell you had happened?" he asked. She put her hand on his, but he pulled it away. "So, what!" he asked again, and he seemed to want to hear her say it. "He fell off his horse while hunting and ... " He waved her off. "Fell off his horse, like that." He glanced at her. "Fell off a horse?" She nodded uncertainly, what the heck did he want to hear?
He looked at her seriously. "God knows I was a soldier for quite a long time, I've seen a lot of guys fall off their horses and most of them got right back up." He asked her to tell him the injuries she had seen. She looked at him desperately. "What injuries? His neck was ..." He interrupted her rudely. "What injuries did you see with your own eyes? Seen?" he repeated insistently. She froze. "None. I didn't see any external injury." She felt a chill trickle down her spine, a sure sign that he was going to say something terrible.
"I saw a dozen men who had fallen off their horses. They had bad abrasions on their faces or knocked out teeth, some had broken arms because that's an automatic defensive move. Almost all of them had scraped knees and all of them had more or less tattered clothing. Now it's your turn again, Princess!" She immediately said that he had none of that. No injuries to his face, hands or knees. His jacket was dusty and dirty, but by no means tattered. She held her breath. "How can that be!" she asked, but she knew the answer. They were silent for minutes. He said very quietly, "The palace has eyes and ears. I felt his neck. It's broken, but not from the front as in a fall, but from behind, as if someone had hit him in the neck from behind with a sandbag. That's what made me so angry. The whole hunting party is lying, lying outrageously. It shouldn't be difficult to bribe the court physician, even though I don't know him. I looked at the faces of the hunting party, it could be anyone or no one, the murderer may already be over the hills. Think about it, Princess, who would have him killed now, or just now? The murderer is unimportant, but who paid him?"
He rose quickly. "I'll go down there like I do every day and fight with the tree stump. I don't want anyone to think that you or I are thinking. And please be careful, don't ask around. Your neck is even thinner than that poor fellow's." He went to train and she brooded, going through everyone she knew. She didn't feel like playing with her clit right now.
Emperor and General
The Imperial Council met on the same day. There was a clear heir to the throne, the nephew of the old Emperor, there was no doubt about that. He was a general in the imperial army, he sat at the headquarters and was in charge of the supplies. He was almost 49 years old, already with a small prosperous belly and lived in a beautiful house with three concubines and a number of servants. He was instantly removed from his post and proclaimed Emperor by the Imperial Council. He was not expecting it, but he was not wrong to be a general. He immediately rose to the new challenge; he was prudent, educated and clever. Neither the princess nor Bo Lai knew him, but she was summoned to see him on the very first day.
She knew from the first moment that she would never fall in love with him. But she also didn't have the feeling that he had ordered the murder. He wanted to talk to her privately, she was the First Favorite after all. The princess asked to have the conversation in private. He called the guard, wanting to be undisturbed and have no eavesdroppers. The guard, his own men and well drilled, closed the heavy wooden door.
"I will gladly answer any questions, Your Majesty," she said with the prescribed bow. She was to sit next to him on the bench and whisper. "The palace has eyes," he said and she added with a smile, "and ears!" They looked at each other and Li's first impression was the same as before, they will understand each other and maybe like each other, but fall in love?
How surprised she was when he asked her about the deceased's riding skills. She didn't ride, never had, and she only knew that the Emperor, sorry! the late Emperor liked to ride to hunt. She had never heard that he had ever had an accident. The new Emperor nodded in agreement, "I've already had the entire hunting party taken into solitary confinement and my 4 best investigators, 2 detectives and 2 military judges, will interrogate them very carefully. When I heard it, I couldn't believe that a guy who had already sat on a horse at the age of 7 would break his neck! That was bloody suspicious."
Li asked if she should bring her favorite eunuch to the investigators, he had suspected something similar, and he had been a soldier long enough to get the picture. Emperor Teng ("previously General Teng, now Emperor Teng") agreed, they would all three go to the investigators afterwards. But now he wanted to hear how she had become First Favorite. He listened with his eyes closed and asked in between, and Princess Li gave him a full explanation. He raised his head. "How old are you, First Favorite?" She replied, "27, I'll be 28 in 8 months." He nodded, he had been told so. He wouldn't be able to take his sisters to the women's shelter, they were almost 40, one even 41, and he knew the rule. She asked, "Sisters? I thought concubines?" Emperor Teng smiled mildly. "Forget all the rumors about me. I've always lived with my two half–sisters, and they've been my concubines since we were young, to put it bluntly. I will give them my share of my inheritance and let them get on with their lives. They would be very unhappy at court, and I want to spare them that." He stared at the desk top and said, "What a pity, I loved being a soldier, a general and I loved being in the field. As time went by, I was needed in the office, that was a hard goodbye. And now the gods and the courtiers have put me on the throne, damn it! I was used to giving orders and they ran! I banged my fist on the table and heads rolled!" He sank back into a dull brooding. The princess said softly, "You are more than a general now, Emperor Teng. You can command and they will run. You will bang on the table, because you are Emperor Teng now, and if it is to be so, heads will roll! I suspect what you mean, but let me say, the late Emperor didn't let the courtiers get him down. He disempowered a large number of them and sent them into the desert. The court had no power over him, even though he was very young. It soon became quite clear to the court that although he listened to their arguments, he always made the decision himself. He cut out many rotten parts of the apple, braver than his father who had far too good a heart. I was only this young man's wife for 3 years, but I witnessed it daily, how strong he really was. I mourn him with a bleeding heart, even though I was only a concubine."
Emperor Teng smiled. "Let me try out if I can still command, alright?" Princess Li nodded with mixed feelings, this could easily go wrong. He looked directly at her. "I, Emperor Teng, order you, Princess Li, to remain the First Favorite! — Well, what do you say?" The princess smiled and bowed her head. "As you command, my Lord and Master!" Emperor Teng smiled. "You have given me good advice and you will not regret it. I like to drink, I like to eat and I will make the beautiful wives of my poor predecessor happy. I promise to always listen to your advice and consider it before I command."
"And now come, let's go to the investigators!" Emperor Teng shouted for the princess's bodyguard Bo Lai to be brought in immediately, then the door opened and Lai stepped in, bowed deeply and said, "Here I am, Your Majesty!" Teng struggled to hide his surprise, the guy was quick, "He's always near me," Princess Li murmured and followed the Emperor. He strode out strongly, he didn't need a palanquin for the few steps, he said to Li. The investigators jumped up and bowed deeply. The Emperor ordered, "Listen to this good man and question him, he may have something to say!"
Teng walked past the cells accompanied by Li. The prisoners had no opportunity to confer, although they certainly had done so long ago if they were guilty. Teng opened every window and looked at every face. He couldn't tell if they were guilty. He went outside with Li, into the barracks courtyard. His four bodyguards and his fellow followed them. He asked how the other two concubines were. "I'm sure you'll be very pleased, high Lord," Li replied, searching for words, "my last Lord was very pleased with them, except for their dumbness." Emperor Teng raised an eyebrow. "No, they are not mute, but they do not speak our language and we do not speak theirs. But my Master and others have told me they fuck very well, they like to fuck very much and they have also learned to fuck like us Chinese women. I have never heard anything but praise." Teng asked her, "they are light blonde and come from the far west?" The princess nodded in the affirmative and Emperor Teng summoned his boy, who ran off at his command as if the devils were behind him. Princess Li smiled. "Now I see what you meant, my Lord! You give the order and they run!" The Emperor smirked and smiled to himself.
He sat down on a stone bench and had Li take a seat next to him. "I was about 14 when my father came back from the Nihon Empire, he had been ordered there as an imperial ambassador just before I was born. He had taken a Japanese noblewoman there as his wife and my half–sisters are descended from her. Like my mother, this second wife also died in childbirth. I was absolutely thrilled with my new sisters and fell in love with them both. I used to sneak up to them at night and spend half the night with them. I deflowered them both on the same night, before they were even 13, and we've been sleeping together ever since. I didn't have a serious relationship with any woman apart from them and they didn't have one with any man either. On the outside, we kept up the façade that they were my concubines, not unusual for a soldier, for an officer. They brought two bad habits with them from Nihon. Firstly, unlike us Chinese, a Japanese woman is not allowed to masturbate while fucking, not to masturbate in front of another person, not even in front of her husband. She has to keep it completely secret, so I've only seen it very rarely with my sisters. And secondly, Japanese women make squeaking, squealing noises like kittens or piglets when they fuck. Essentially, it is the sound 'I' like 'ee', which is varied in the highest tones, it usually sounds full and satisfied, or even anxious, ashamed or tormented. It has absolutely no relation to the man's fucking. I got used to it because they can't get rid of it. Even after 30 years, my girls squeak and squeal as if they are being tortured or suffering God knows how."
"My cousin Han‐Qi, whom you call the old Emperor, was my best childhood friend back then and we fucked my two sisters together for years. We laughed so often when the two of them squealed louder and louder. As Emperor Han‐Qi, he shaped the empire impressively and I cried for him a lot when he was murdered. I honestly felt a great sense of satisfaction when his assassin was killed shortly afterward. Everyone knew it was her, but no judge has ever indicted an Empress." He was silent, lost in thought. She was silent too, for she had nothing to say. Apart from Bo Lai, no one knew who had the Empress murdered.
The Emperor's boy came, an ancient old man in tow. Princess Li had never seen him before; he had waist–long snow–white hair and a white beard that reached down to his belt. Emperor Teng greeted him with a friendly welcome as Master Guo. He introduced him to Princess Li, but the old man didn't seem to understand what a First Favorite was. They went to the women's house and Teng explained to Li that the master had lived in the West for many years and spoke many foreign languages. He had already written several dictionaries. Master Guo listened to the blonde girls and shook his head regretfully. He only had a rough idea of what language it was. He had a disciple who understood the language for sure. Emperor Teng said, then let him come. Master Guo, who persistently addressed the Emperor as General Teng, said that the young man — as it turned out, was already nearly 70 — so the young man had retired to a monastery to write another dictionary. The Emperor immediately sent a messenger with a horse, and the scholar was to appear tomorrow at noon. Li understood how the Emperor, the former general, had his boy carry out his orders as spokesman.
They left again and the Emperor explained to the old master that he was no longer a general. He had hooked the man under and the old man stopped, startled. "What have you done now, young Teng, that you are no longer a general? A wives' tale, as usual, I suppose?" The Emperor smiled mildly, "No, not a wives' tale this time, good master, now I'm Emperor, they say."
The old man shook his head. "Emperor? And what about the other womanizer, the ... uh ... your buddy, the Han‐Qi, I once heard he became Emperor. What's true now, General?" Emperor Teng patiently explained that Emperor Han‐Qi had been murdered by his wife, and ..." Master Guo stopped again, startled. "Do you mean the barbarian woman from the north that you and that sly Han‐Qi fucked day after day in a race until just before she gave birth?" The Emperor confirmed, nodding in agreement. Master Guo cast an arrogant sideways glance at the princess, "That little rascal also made me fuck the barbarian a few times back then. Yes, yes, she really was an excellent fucker, I'll give her that, and the two boys laughed their heads off because I wasn't afraid to give the ugly woman a good fucking every day, the way I learned from the Mongols. And, as you said, General, that ugly barbarian woman killed the good man!?" Emperor Teng nodded, "That's right, the Empress poisoned the Emperor! But she couldn't rejoice for very long, a good patriot strangled her neatly. And her son Jie‐Lin, the son of Han‐Qi, was then Emperor Jie‐Lin for over three years, but he too died a few days ago. This one, Princess Li, was the wife of the Emperor Han‐Qi for a while and then of Jie‐Lin, the poor young Emperor."
Master Guo stopped and gripped the princess's wide sleeves in accordance with custom. "You must have suffered a lot, young Empress!" the old man exclaimed, bowing far below his knees. Li grasped his hands gratefully and let him rise. "Just a very sad princess, dear Master," she said, "I have never been an Empress and never want to be one!" She looked at the Emperor to see if he had understood the message correctly.
Shaking his head, the Master shuffled on. "Nothing but murder and manslaughter at court! A spawn of Satan, this court! I'm glad, General, that you're in the army, my son! You only bash in the heads of your enemies, not your friends, don't you, General?" Emperor Teng waited a moment before making a final attempt. "Until now, I was General Teng, dear Master, and now they have placed me in the middle of the court as Emperor Teng, as the successor to Emperor Han‐Qi and Emperor Jie‐Lin, who are both unfortunately dead. And you're absolutely right, dear Master, the court is a goddamn snake pit. But now I am the Emperor and I intend to smoke out this nest of snakes!"
The old man stopped again, grabbed the Emperor's sleeves and bowed as low as he could. "Then you are now Emperor Teng, General! What a joy, for the court has made a grave mistake in elevating a capable man like you to Emperor, my dear general! My dear Emperor, I wanted to say, of course, but you know, the old age!" He glanced at the princess. "And she will now be your Empress, I suppose! She looks damn good and you seem to like her, General, Emperor Teng! But if you make her Empress, let me fuck her once too, like in the good old days!" Emperor Teng was speechless for the first time, Li realized with amusement. She jumped to the Emperor's aid.
"I can't wait, noble Master, to be fucked properly by such a manly fellow as you are. Oh, if you only knew how little the young lads know about the art of fucking these days! They have no idea what the swan is, or the raging tiger or the shy water buffalo!" The Master nodded musingly, he hadn't heard such frivolous words for ages. The Emperor punched a bodyguard in the arm because the poor fellow could hardly hold back his laughter. When they arrived back at the barracks courtyard, the general's lad hooked up with Master Guo and accompanied him home.
Lai joined them and the Emperor told him that one bow a day, as in the military, was enough. Now he should report back. Lai nevertheless looked around thoroughly before giving a very detailed account of his conversation with the investigators. "Excellent men, if I may say so," he said. All four of them had gone with him to the cool wine cellar, where the dead man, now cleanly washed and wrapped in cloths, was waiting to be buried. Lai showed them exactly what he had noticed about the dead man's neck. All four of them had palpated the neck and discussed it in a calm tone. They told him that he was de facto right and that it warranted an investigation. They split up, one would question the servants who had undressed and washed the dead man. Another would look for the clothes. The third would fetch the court physician for questioning with the fourth. First they would ask him whether he had paid tax on the bribe, as they were tax investigators. The Emperor could not hide his grin. "My best investigators, and if there was anything, they'll find it." Lai accompanied Li to the women's house and she told him about Master Guo. He smiled, "Don't give the old man the tiger, he'll fall apart!" The princess smiled, the good guy had probably forgotten everything by the time he got home.
Li had dressed up beautifully and fragrantly for the first dinner with the Emperor. The food was really excellent and the Emperor said how important a good meal was to him. He drank a whole bottle of wine, as Li stuck to the various fruit juices. The conversation was relaxed and yet highly interesting. Li had to revise her preconception: Emperor Teng was highly educated and knew history and politics inside out. He had little interest in poetry, lyrics or tasteless fiction, but he knew the works of great philosophers, statesmen and religious leaders. Princess Li soon realized that he must have read much more than herself or her two Emperors. She decided to let him guide her in her choice of reading. The fiction she had been devouring for years was basically useless. Emperor Teng had read and thought about things she had never heard or thought about before. She was determined to pull herself out of this empty hole.
She had immediately noticed that he was wearing a military parade uniform. She brought it up in an aside and he said that he would attend the Emperor's funeral still in uniform, that he would only take off his uniform at the official ceremonies for his accession to the throne in two months' time. The introduction of his successor to the military leadership had not yet been completed, the weakening could not be noticed by anyone and supplies, procurement and their coordination were vital for survival. The military was not allowed to show weakness either internally or externally.
She embraced him joyfully and willingly, for the first night decided her fate. It was much harder than she had thought, but her heart still belonged to Jie‐Lin. After a short time, she approached him, trusting his razor–sharp intellect. If he didn't pass, she would leave, because staying with a man just for the sake of wealth was too humiliating. But Teng passed the test.
He didn't let his tiger off the leash, he put an arm around her shoulders and they talked all the time about relationships, feelings, mansplaining and womanizing. He was the most understanding man she'd ever talked to about these things, and there weren't many. It made her dizzy that he had thought about all this even more deeply than Uncle Tschan. How could a man she had known for barely two days understand her so well? How could it be that he had taken her by storm without using his power, his rights? In the third hour, she kissed him, her tongue attacking him vehemently, she wanted him, she wanted him immediately, she wanted to feel him inside her right away!
He let himself be seduced, he let her take the lead, knowing that it was the right thing to do now. She liked his soldier's body, the small belly didn't bother her at all. She slid down him, exploring his cock, his foreskin and the glans with her eyes, fingers and lips as if she had never seen a cock before. She mounted him, inserted his cock into her pussy and rode him. He changed positions so that she was on the bottom, and they switched several times. His cock fucked so well that she gave up masturbating with lust in favor of the fierce finale together, clinging to him tightly and firmly as her orgasm erupted and he squirted just seconds later into her violent twitching and quivering.
Princess Li lay face down on his chest, gasping for breath for minutes. "It was so exciting," she said, "I've really missed it these past few days." He was silent for a very long time, his heart was still racing, she could hear that. He spoke, but he was talking about completely different things. "Will you remain my First Favorite until the court sends you away in two and a half years?" It was a straightforward question, straightforward as he was. She sighed, "Yes, my Lord and Master! And not because you command it!" He took a deep breath. She continued, "Two and a half years of happiness is more than I could ever hope for." He shook his head, that wasn't true. She lifted her head and looked at him. "I know for a fact you've been thinking about it today. Becoming Empress. I know it." She lowered her head again. He gently stroked her back and ass cheeks. "There are several things to consider, to take into account, to make a good decision. As Empress, the 30‐year‐limit no longer applies, the Empress remains Empress until death. The next thing I think about is that an Emperor and Empress are expected to bear an heir to the throne. I have never had children around me, not even in my childhood. If I have fathered bastards, I don't know and strangely enough, I have never cared. I don't think I want to have children, the succession can be better arranged than hoping that the brat will be a great and good Emperor."
"I have spent the last two days thinking very hard, Princess, about whether I want a marriage, a family. I have had so many beautiful fantasies about it that it has weakened my judgment. You are the first woman in my adult life who has dominated these fantasies. It took me a little by surprise and knocked my socks off. I've known this woman for less than two days and I want to change my ways! — As a military man, I would say bad strategy, very bad concept, wrong tactics."
"I have no role model for a family. My father never treated or considered us as family. He was a highly skilled diplomat and showed me by example how beautiful, good and important it is to serve the empire. When he was very, very old, we talked about it. It bordered on treason when he told me that he always served the empire and the Chinese people, but never really any particular Emperor. He was long dead by the time I realized the meaning of it. I will point out to everyone that they, that I, only have to serve the empire and its subjects. But I don't want to stray from the actual topic. I have observed families time and time again, and hardly any of them were really impressive. So I'm not thinking of starting a family at the moment." He fell silent thoughtfully.
Princess Li lay with her back on his chest and said. "My Lord, you do not have to decide anything now, I do not expect anything from you in this regard, noble Lord. Although it does my soul good to hear you speak so beautifully, it is also true that we do not really know each other yet. In two days, one can hardly recognize more than the outermost mask of the other, the true self is hidden deep inside under many masks." He held her gently from behind and caressed her round, firm breasts for many minutes. "We should enjoy the next two and a half years and try to recognize ourselves under the masks," he said. "I will tell you in time if I can take you to be my Empress. We should love each other respectfully, as if this golden goal is right in front of us." Princess Li nodded in agreement with her eyes closed and sighed, for she had been playing gently and lightly with the bud of her floret for a very long time.
The Emperor smiled and kissed her pitch–black, long hair. "I can feel the bud demanding you, urging you, longing for release. Give free rein to your feelings, my beloved!" Li immediately stopped stroking her bud. "I'm a really decent girl, my Lord," she lied softly and full of shame, "I'm a decent Chinese girl who only does it in sexual intercourse!" He grinned slightly, "I always assume that you are a decent girl. But at the same time, I can see how much desire is bothering you and I'm far too tired and tired to fuck you now. Just give in to the desire, you'll still be a chaste, decent girl for me!" The princess thought for a long time. "You want to see it, am I right?" she whispered softly and he laughed softly. "That's right, my princess, I want to see it openly and with your permission, because until now I've only seen it in secret and ashamed like an unwelcome spy." Li sighed deeply, on the one hand she desperately needed it and on the other hand it was a hurdle she had never overcome before. She sighed and turned around.
She wrapped her legs around his neck and rested his cheek on her lower leg. "Come and see, my love, look and watch with pleasure as I humble myself and cast aside all decency! I am full of shame to do something I was told to be not decent. I remained always chaste and decent all my life, but I like you and to please you, I would do anything, throw away chastity, decency and girlish shame!" He looked with a smile at her rose, whose petals she parted with delicate fingers. She saw how greedily he watched her and closed her eyes. She did it because he had allowed it. Her clit had been erect for a long time and protruded a few millimeters stiffly from its hiding place. She started very slowly and gently and only gradually increased the speed and intensity. In the finale, she also stuck her index finger into her hole and fucked herself hard in orgasm. As quickly as it had come, her orgasm ran away like a startled gazelle. She relaxed and remained sprawled out in front of him. He bent down and kissed her rose devoutly, making her flinch for a moment with his tongue. He picked her up and hugged her.
The Emperor kissed the princess's cheeks and lips in succession. "It was so exciting and beautiful to watch, my beloved, that I wish you would show it to me again and again, to let me experience the trembling, quivering and twitching of your body and your rose!" He really meant it, and from then on, when he wrapped her legs around his neck, she masturbated, cheering and whooping. Sometimes his cock would start to squirt from watching, then she would grab his cock, even though she had never masturbated a cock before, pulling his foreskin back and forth until he had finished squirting. He loved both watching her masturbate and admiring her face as she innocently and unknowingly let his cock finish squirting. He never showed her how to properly masturbate a man, because he wanted to preserve her innocence, her astonished curiosity forever.
Lai accompanied her back to the women's house. "I could hear your every word, dear Li, but I made the Imperial Guards take 10 steps back, for it was not meant for their ears." They walked on in silence. "The fact that you showed him your secret surprised me at first, but I realized from his reaction that you did the right thing at the right time." They climbed the wide staircase in silence and at the top, she grabbed his arm. "Come on, Lai, come with me right now, fuck me until sunrise and show me your love. I need you so much!"
They slept closely together until midday. Lai rose silently and prepared tea for her. He could see from the window that the messenger and the scholar had arrived at the Emperor's palace on sweaty steeds. He woke Li gently. "The scholar has arrived, we should prepare the blonde girls." Lai quickly went over to the servants, naked as he was, and ordered them to wash the girls and dress them fresh, the Emperor was coming. "And put the short white shirts on them, the Emperor loves to see women's flesh!" he ordered and went back to Li with a smile. They had bathed, been oiled and perfumed and put on fine robes. They waited chatting until the Emperor and the scholar, Master Jin, arrived.
The blonde girls jumped up, ran to the Master and kissed his hands. He bowed to the Emperor, "the girls recognized me right away, I came then every night to fuck their mother ..... She was the only one who could fuck like a respectable Chinese woman, the others fucked on all fours according to their custom and the man knelt behind her as a male dog." The Emperor nodded understandingly, "the spotty dog," and Master Jin confirmed. "But the married couples only fuck lying on their sides," the master continued, casting a sidelong glance at the Emperor, who murmured, "the exhausted mare in the poppy field." The princess was not surprised that Emperor Teng obviously knew all 876 sexual positions. The Emperor resolutely jutted his chin. "Honorable Master, question the girls very carefully and report back afterwards!" Everyone listened in silence as the girls and Master Jin spoke animatedly to each other in foreign tongues. The girls soon jumped up, threw themselves on the floor in front of the Emperor and kissed his shoes without stopping. He looked questioningly at the master. "There is no Emperor in their language and culture, so I improvised and called you the Great King, who rules over 127 Kings," the Master explained, "and that this is not a posh brothel, but the Great King's women's house, where his wives live." Emperor Teng smiled for a while, then kindly picked up the girls and shooed them back to their seats. The three continued chattering and the Emperor enjoyed the sight of their flesh and jewels, as he had not yet fucked the girls. But what he saw now was very, very appetizing. After endless talking, the Master turned to the Emperor, bowed again and asked to be allowed to give his report. The Emperor controlled his impatience and asked for the report.
"The girls are called Jutta and Inger, Jutta is 19, her biological sister Inger is 20. They come from a small fishing village near the royal town of Sundborgen, there were 6 kingdoms in the Danish lands in my time, and King Haraldur Grimmesson, a very brutal warlord, ruled Sundborgen at the time. When the girls were 12 and 13, their father was injured in a fight with an orca, a 10–meter–long predatory fish that doesn't exist here. The meat tastes delicious, but hunting them is even more dangerous than hunting the wild boar here." Emperor Teng smiled, but he said, "Go on, go on, what's the next move?" The Master was visibly offended, as he had lived with the Danes, Swedes and Jutes for many years and had written a travelogue of 80,000 words as well as three rudimentary dictionaries. But orders are orders, so he made haste.
"The girls nursed their father back to health, one took care of his aching leg stump, the other had for the first time learned to rub his cock. After a few weeks they decided to fuck him like the mother was now doing with paying men. He was very desperate because it was still far too early for the girls, but he still liked to be fucked. The mother drank a lot of poisonous tea from the devil's root so as not to get pregnant. The father soon felt better and taught the girls to make lesbian love and lick each other's clits. He took the girls to the weekly market in Sundborgen and people paid to watch the girls lick each other's clits. Whoever put a big chunk of money in his hand got to fuck one of the girls. This went well for about a year, but then an envious person snubbed him to King Haraldur, who had the one–legged man thrown into prison for tax debts. The desperate mother, whom the Devil's Root would bring to her grave, sold the 14 and 15–year–old girls to slave traders from Russia and bought her beloved husband free. That's how the girls ended up here."
Master Jin looked grumpily at the ground and muttered, "That was far too short, but you wouldn't have it any other way." The Emperor acted as if he were deaf. Anyone was allowed to criticize him if it was fair, and somehow he understood that the good man was rightly proud of his world travels. He put an arm around the little scholar's shoulders, "You've helped me a lot, Venerable Master Jin, now come to my chambers, I dictated a list of important words to the scribe this morning and you should dictate the translation to him. I want to make myself understood at least a little. Then you will be given a feastly meal, your payment and an escort will accompany you back to the monastery." He left after the girls had kissed his shoes again, and the Master followed him. That's what happened, or almost. Princess Li had his banquet served in the women's house and he had to interpret. She wanted to explain to the two girls the most important rules, behavior and how they had to comfort the Great King in bed. After an hour, Li was satisfied, the girls had also understood that they had fucked the Grand Kings before and that everything was correct and decent. On the days when the Great King did not call them to his house, they were allowed to fuck anyone in the household, primarily Master Lai, the servants and the guards, if Master Lai accompanied them. The girls looked big, because in the last 4 years they had only been fucked by the Grand King and had to rely on themselves the rest of the time. The girls asked excitedly for details. The servants already knew around midday whether the Emperor wanted to see them in the evening or not. So they could go out at noon and find a partner. It was their private business whether they took just one or ten to the room, but they were not allowed to fuck anyone who lived outside the palace walls. Of course, the Master also had to translate that they were only concubines, that she was the First Lady of the Great King and that they had to obey her orders too.
The servants were bustling to and fro; the Emperor had ordered all three women to dinner. But how surprised Li was that Teng had obviously memorized the entire danish list! The girls giggled as they corrected his pronunciation, and were delighted. This Great King was the first to return their French kisses with obvious pleasure. It was a widespread custom among the Danes, Master Jin had said. Li gave in to a spontaneous impulse and responded a French kiss with Jutta. Emperor Teng was visibly amused, but Li defended herself indignantly, she had never kissed a girl in this way before and had never fucked a girl. She remembered the ladies Xchi and Chang very briefly, but she couldn't remember how far they had gone back then.
It wasn't until days later that the memories came back, because of course Xchi and Chang had never left a job unfinished. But now Li knew nothing about the lesbian love that the Emperor now commanded the girls to make. They corrected his pronunciation and joked at length, for he commanded in Danish, twisting like two nagging market women and laughing at their jokes. Li sat with Teng, her back against his chest, and he put an arm around her shoulders so that his fingertips reached her nipples. As things got hotter, she clutched his cock like a joystick. That's how they watched the girls' lesbian display.
The girls cuddled and kissed, licking each other in the 69‐er position we call the Chinese sleigh ride, the Emperor remarked. The girls went into fervent heat, now Inger grabbed Jutta's hair and pressed her lips to her pussy. With a tiny cry, she orgasmed and immediately pounced on Jutta's clit. The princess was astonished to see a little semen oozing out of Teng's cock. But he did not squirt, even though she innocently and unknowingly pulled back his foreskin completely. Jutta's tiny cry showed that Inger had also got her over the hump. There was silence for a few minutes after the Emperor said in Danish, "You have done very well. The cock is very pleased. My breasts are beautiful." The girls gasped and smiled. It was clear what he was trying to say. After a few minutes the Emperor said, "Inger, your cock is swell. Come fuck, come fuck me. Kom kneppe! Kom bolle, knalde, Kom så at pule!" Inger came to her Master with a provocative gait and lay down on her back, just as Li had said. She touched her clit with one finger, knowing of course how a Chinese woman should fuck. The Emperor cast a half–questioning glance at Li, who nodded encouragingly. 'They're your women, you fool, so get on with it!' The princess watched Inger fucking, Inger masturbated very gracefully and with girlish shyness, she had great practice in that, obviously. Jutta came to Li, hugged her and let her slide onto her back. She lay down on Li like a man, pressing their pussies together and almost eating her up with her demanding French kisses. The princess felt strange and a little uncomfortable because she had never cuddled with a woman, a girl, before. Or had she? For a moment, Xchi and Chang shot to the fore and immediately disappeared again. She remained completely passive and let Jutta do it. It was a wonderful cuddle, the tongue kisses tasted of vanilla and Ingers pussy flavor. The Emperor coughed. The princess lifted her head. He smiled broadly, from ear to ear, the cheeky guy!
"Come fuck, Jutta, come fuck with King. Inger ready now, come fuck, Jutta!" The Emperor was visibly proud of how perfectly he gave the orders. Jutta rose quickly, she went to the Emperor and lay down ready to fuck. He stroked Inger's hair and body gently and kindly and indicated with his empty hand that she could go to the princess. Without waiting, he penetrated Jutta's pussy and began to fuck her hard. Inger came towards her, her eyes glistening slyly.
Inger didn't take long to get the princess hot with French kisses. She dived down, her lips sliding down Li's cunt. Li protested weakly and half–heartedly, how could she make the horny girl realize that no man, woman or girl had ever licked her clit before? The grinning face of Lady Xchi, whose lips closed around her clit. No, it wasn't Lady Xchi, but Inger, who wrapped her lips around her clit in the same way as Lady Xchi, sucking, licking, smacking and kissing. The princess completely surrendered to her, she racked her brain as to whether Lady Xchi had really done it, had she really licked like the Danish girl so purposefully and knowingly? Had she? Had she really?
The orgasm was not unexpected, but it came with a brain–shattering force. Princess Li didn't even realize that she was screaming at the top of her lungs and Inger, grabbed by the hair, was thrusting into her pussy, onto her exploding clit, thrusting Inger's tongue into her pussy again and again and screaming. She woke up to the echo of her own scream and the soft pattering of the feet of the alarmed servant girls. The princess stared open–mouthed at Teng, Jutta and the two servants, and only now did she let go of Inger's hair. Inger looked up at her, smiled triumphantly and gently stroked Li's breasts. There was a dead silence and Emperor Teng beckoned the servants to disappear. He leaned over and embraced the princess as a true lover should. She lay against his chest, her heart pounding and she gasping for air. How could this be? How could she orgasm so violently, lose her composure like that? And — damn it — what did Lady Xchi have to do with it?
The princess drank a glass of red wine that the Emperor had handed her. He had placed both arms over the sweet girl Jutta's shoulders and patted her breasts. "You did very well. The girl is going to the women's shelter. You did very well. Girl with girl, you did very well." He patted the breasts, grinning broadly. "Come here fuck you did good, you did good," he said to one and to the other. "Princess Li girl with girl, you did very well," he said to Inger and kissed her on the cheek. "The girl is going to the women's house, the girl is going to the women's house." He clapped and the servants immediately appeared. He pointed to the cloaks, "take the girls home." As the cloaks were placed on them by the delicate hands of servant girls, the Danish girls threw themselves in front of the Emperor and kissed his feet. They embraced the princess and went with the servants. The Emperor called softly, "Sweets, red wine!", then pulled Li to him on the mat and embraced her lovingly.
"It was a nice evening, very exciting and the two girls are really very good. Nevertheless, I sent them away, I wanted to spend some more time with you, clear up my astonishment and maybe fuck you too, if you like."
"As you command, high Lord," Li said half aloud, but he interrupted her. "I commanded nothing. You are my favorite, my only favorite, and I want to talk to you, drink a glass of wine and eat sweets. It's not family life, I know, but I need to talk to you. Did you enjoy the evening at all, because if I read your face correctly, some things were new to you!?" He waited quietly for her to answer.
"You saw right, my love, it was the first time I had seen two girls make love. It was very exciting how they made each other hot and how they licked each other's clits. It was insanely exciting and I could tell by the flow of your semen that it excited you too." He nodded, not a little embarrassed. "Yes, that happens sometimes when something great happens. And I saw your innocent, shy look, I love that about you!" Li blushed heavily. "I've never been shown what I have to do. Should I be unhappy about it?" He smiled, "No, you're an innocent, decent and shy girl, and I'd give a lot to keep it that way!"
"When you wanted to fuck Jutta, you looked at me, noble sir! I don't want that, and you mustn't! It's not me who has a claim on you, it's you who has a claim on me. If you want to fuck some random girl from the servants or, for my sake, the windy chancellor's wife, then do it, damn it, and don't look at me! You're the Emperor and I'm just a girl from a fishing village." But now he roared and rudely interrupted her. "You're from a fishing village, because of me. I have spoken to your uncle Tschan about your origins, I know everything. You are of nobility, your father is not your biological father, but the Prince of Ma'ang, the famous warrior and womanizer who has been dead for years. He fucked your mother for years until she was pregnant with you. He gave her some little silver boats and never came back. Your father disowned you when he found out, that was his right too. The fact that your mother's brother took you in was an unexpected good deed for which the gods love him."
"He took my virginity immediately, on the very first night, at the age of 12," said the princess sadly, "I was angry with him for weeks because I didn't want to be fucked at first. But I got to know and love him, and with a lot of patience he taught me everything about fucking and let me try everything. He was my first and only man until the old Emperor, Emperor Han‐Qi, ordered me to him when I was 15, barely 16. And I have Uncle Tschan to thank for turning me from a dumb fish into a well–educated young lady in three and a half years. I owe him everything, and the only thing he ever wanted in return was to fuck me." Princess Li was silent and thoughtful, she always liked to think of her uncle.
"I want to apologize," he said, "for actually looking at you. I wasn't sure how that fit in with our previous relationship. I consider you the most important woman I've ever met, and I don't want to ruin that. No lovely daughter from Sundborgen or anywhere else would be worth that to me. You looked back at me and I felt how warm and protective your gaze is." Li stroked his chest, for there was nothing more she could say in response.
"Sire, my beloved, you know that I will never lie to you. An Empress must never lie to her Emperor, I have that written brightly before my eyes. I have never kissed a woman or a girl before, I have never lain with one and I have never had my clit licked. I am very insecure because I have never felt a lesbian inclination and yet today I exploded like a charge of black powder. I am very confused, my beloved, because I don't despise anyone who is lesbian, it just seemed completely wrong to me before, in relation to myself. I often have sexual fantasies, and lately it's Lady Chang, in whose tongue kisses I almost drown, because at the same time Lady Xchi is licking my clit from orgasm to orgasm. I don't know where the Spirit of Fantasies makes me relive this experience again and again and I wake up drenched in sweat in a real orgasm, my finger rotating on my clit in my dreaming. I light incense sticks and pray fervently to the Good Spirit to give me peaceful dreams." The princess remained silent and the Emperor laughed after a while. "I also have to tell you something about a ghost." Li snuggled even closer to him.
"From an early age, the wet nurse who had suckled me as a baby slept in my bed, that was customary. She was still quite young, maybe only 20 years old, and she could really do witchcraft, as I later experienced. I remember very clearly that she always masturbated every night, but as a child I didn't know what to do with it. She always told me that a ghost came every night, her fallen fiancé Scheng, who shook and made her tremble with his love, or so she told the little boy. I watched her very carefully, I really wanted to see the ghost of Master Scheng. She stripped naked, lay spread–eagled like a frog, the soles of her feet pressed together and her eyes became milky and glassy, they turned upwards until only the whites were visible. She was no longer aware of her surroundings, I could poke and prod her, she wasn't aware of anything, she was completely out of it. She began to rub the clit with a finger for twenty minutes until the ghost shook her wildly in orgasm and tore her around. Then her eyes cleared, she gave me another wonderful goodnight kiss, then we slept. But when I lay down to sleep and stretched my little erection towards her, she rubbed the sleeping boy until the erection subsided or later on squirted. She nodded very contentedly, she really loved doing that. I watched this night after night for years. I could never see the ghost and when I told her, she smacked her hands over her head. "You can't watch me when the ghost comes to me, I have to hide my eyes myself because you can't look at a ghost! Got it?" Of course I understood, but I didn't believe the fairy tale about Scheng's ghost. I then watched my mother fuck a few times and asked my nanny honestly. She threw up her hands again, "you're still far too young to talk to me about fucking!" Allright, I waited until her eyes turned milky, twisted and only the whites were visible and she started rubbing her clit. I was really young and couldn't squirt yet, but I stuck my dick in her pussy and fucked her like the big ones fucked my mother until the nanny's orgasm woke her up. Of course, I pretended to be asleep and the nurse was very satisfied because I didn't watch her masturbate. She rubbed my cock very devotedly and made it squirt deliciously in a fountain. I did this every night for years. Because one day, I was able to squirt. I was as proud as a peacock, but I didn't tell anyone. Now, night after night, I squirted into her pussy while she masturbated absent–mindedly.
You have to imagine it like this. Every evening I lay in her arms like the babies she nursed and fed during daytime, even when I was 15. I suckled and drank her milk until her breasts were empty and pulled and sucked hard on her teats, which made her very horny. She sank back and whispered that I was not allowed to watch it. I nodded obediently, but I watched. She lay naked on her back, pulled her knees up like a frog and pressed her soles together. In this position I could see deep into her little pussy hole. She whispered that I was not allowed to look and her middle finger began to rub the hidden clit. The clit was hidden deep in her flesh, only a small hump revealed where the pea‐sized head lay hidden. Her eyes became milky and glassy as she whispered to the spirit. "I'm hiding my eyes, as you ordered," and she rolled her eyes and lost touch with reality. She squinted briefly, then rolled her eyes upwards so that I could only see the whites. "Come on, fuck me, my darling Scheng!" she breathed after I had penetrated her. I fucked her for an endless time, she continued to masturbate without stopping. "Just squirt inside, my love!" she whispered over and over until I really did squirt inside. "Yes, that's good, just squirt inside!" she whispered and increased her pace. It wasn't long now before the ghost grabbed her with all its might and shook her body. She pressed her finger to her clit in orgasm and her eyes slowly rolled back down again. "Aaah!" she exhaled and looked through me. "Have you seen him?" she asked and I nodded, "he's a beautiful, friendly ghost!" I replied. "And you didn't look or watch?" she wanted to know and I answered politely, "No, just a little bit!" That was the end of it, she gave me a big goodnight kiss and we fell asleep in a tight embrace.
After a few months I was able to squirt twice and I enjoyed fucking two times in a row very much. It must have been about two years before I was able to fuck and squirt three times in a row. But now time was running out for the little fucking knight and she woke up far too soon after her orgasm. I continued to fuck her doggedly and she protested vehemently, but she let me finish the task. So I fucked and fucked, I just couldn't stop in the middle, only after I had squirted. I put up with her whiny lamentations and argued that I was already learning to ride a horse, shoot a bow and fence with a wooden sword like an adult, but she wouldn't accept that. I waited patiently until her eyes were milky and glassy and she stared unblinking at the ghost, and then I continued to fuck her in her trance, every night. When I turned 12, she talked to my mother and got her permission. Now she was allowed to let me fuck her, umpteen times a day, and she taught me everything, the good soul. I fucked like a berserker as a teenager, she was always ready for it and it never occurred to me to fuck the neighbor's daughters or the servant girls. When I was 12, I saw for myself that she really could do witchcraft. She had permission from my mother, who was only preoccupied with her affairs, to teach me how to fuck and to let me fuck the nanny. She came to me beaming with joy and told me that my mother had given her permission and that she was allowed to turn my cock into a more suitable cock. It was just silly women's talk, I thought, and I was to be very wrong. She prepared a sour tea from many herbs and I had to drink two large cups a day. She took my cock in her hand every day to check it. At first it was a normal little boy's cock. But I realized with amazement and astonishment that it quickly turned into a big man's cock, a heavy, hard piece that wanted and needed to be fucked all the time. She turned my sweet little boy into a monstrous meat cock that I could fuck for as long as I wanted, regardless of whether I squirt or not, and it has remained that way to this day. She was a real witch, god damn it!"
But when I was 17, she got pregnant and I had to fuck her day and night, she rarely wanted to masturbate and instead wanted to be fucked. My mother gave her a lot of money and sent her away. I never saw her again and I don't know anything about our child, mother never answered that.
"Even as a little boy, I used to sneak into my mother's bedroom in the afternoons where she had her affairs fuck her. I learned how to fuck adults theoretically there. I stood silently next to the servant girls, who stood motionless in the bedroom, watching everything but not allowed to see anything. The younger servants had all been deflowered by my father when he came home from campaigning for a night or two. As a secretly spying child, I found the deflowering incredibly exciting. The girl would lie with her back on my mother, who would stroke her from behind and whisper soothingly in her ear. Then the father came in, the Prince of this part of town and therefore rightly insisting on his right to deflower the servants. He rammed his spear into the tender child, deflowering and fucking her brutally, often leaving a bastard inside her. So I snuck off to the servants and was fascinated for a while by watching the fucking of the affairs, but that alone soon became boring. I started to reach under the servants' dresses, I was amazed at how many different breasts they had. My curious hand slid lower to the wet, slippery pussies. I felt them curiously, they were not allowed to move and had to look straight ahead silently and see nothing. I found the buds in all the little roses, I rubbed them skillfully, as I had learned my nurse do, and they trembled and shivered very secretly. I did it again and again because I found it exciting that everyone had to let it happen defenselessly. I got older and lost interest."
"Once my Mom was sick, I snuck over and lay with her because she was sleeping. My cock woke up, and at 15 you just have to fuck. My Mom was lying on her side, I fucked her the lazy mare way. I squirted inside and she didn't wake up, only the two servants slapped their hands over their faces. I was a pompous little prince and I didn't care about the servants' reactions. I came to my mother every morning and fucked her. She still wanted to doze off when I fucked her the second and third time. It's still common in the better families for the mother to let her son fuck her. After a few weeks she was well again, she gave me a good scolding and that was the end of it."
Princess Li smiled and murmured, "You're fibbing, my Lord, I can feel it all right!" He bowed his head, "Yes, you're right, Princess. In truth, I was allowed to slip into bed with her once or twice a week and it only stopped when my father, the great general, put me into soldiering at 17. My mother resumed her many affairs until everything fell apart."
"Now it seems to be true, my Lord, and forgive me for not believing you straight away," Princess Li said contritely, as it was probably the first time in his life that Teng had revealed so much in private. He nodded somewhat absent–mindedly. "Until I was about 13 or 14, I only fucked these two women. But when my mother was indisposed or imagining it, she would simply wave to the servants and one of them would lie down next to her in bed. The mother would teasingly unfold her robe with a nasty grin and then I would fuck the nameless, silent child or girl. If she was still very inexperienced, the mother would show her how a proper Chinese woman should fuck, namely by masturbating. I always thought it was someone I hadn't fucked yet, although that couldn't be the case in purely mathematical terms. But I loved most of them, because the servants weren't allowed to fuck anyone as freely as they are nowadays. They were often so enchantingly shy, so gracefully shameful and so sexually starved that I rarely found them on my campaigns when we fucked the wives and daughters of the conquered.
The princess said softly and with a subtle smile, "Your seed has been flowing all this time, my beloved." He joked for a while, what could be done? They hugged each other laughing and fucked with pleasure. Li put the cloak around herself and they said goodbye like lovers.
Lai summoned the palace guards and escorted Li home. She sat down naked on the veranda, the night was hot and the red wine made her cheeks glow. "Sit with me, dear friend, and take off that heavy robe, you'll suffocate!" He did as she said and sat naked on the mat opposite her, the stick within easy reach. "You're the best and most loyal friend I've ever had. You made the bodyguards take a few steps back so that I could be alone with my Master. You heard everything, my Lai?"
"Every word, dear Li. Only the Danish I didn't understand." Lai said with a smile. "Can you help me, dear Lai, why are the ladies Xchi and Chang haunting my thoughts?" He waited a moment and looked at her inquiringly. "You really don't remember?" She held his gaze. "They are fragments, confused and pointless. Help me, please!" He leaned towards her and spoke quietly.
The Lesbian Night
"It was the last evening of the ladies Xchi and Chang, the young Emperor had entertained them respectfully days before and fucked them just as respectfully. But he too had to respect the 30‐year‐rule. He gave them many more silver boats than his father had ordered and asked them to leave in a few days. It was now the last evening, they would leave tomorrow morning. There were four of us, you, the two ladies and me. The women's house was empty and I put two reliable friends on the stairs to watch."
"The ladies brought 4 bottles of Japanese liquor, the Sa‐ke, to the table that the old Emperor had given them. I suspect that they were probably the only bottles in the whole Empire of China. They warmed the fine porcelain bottles over a small fire and drank the liquor hot. I knew you rarely drank wine and got a gallon of fruit juice, but you put it aside, you wanted to say goodbye properly with your girlfriends. I decided to look after you and only drank a little of the divine liquor and in the end the whole gallon of fruit juice gurgled cheekily in my stomach. But you had a lovely evening, I willingly obeyed and fucked the high ladies properly for the last time, again and again. You've probably never been as drunk as you were that night, lying in the arms of Lady Chang, who made you so hot with her wonderful tongue kisses that Lady Xchi could lick your clit from orgasm to orgasm without stopping. Never before had I seen you so unleashed, drowning in tongue kisses and orgasming a hundred times while being clitlicked. It was the first time I had ever seen someone lick your clit. You held my hand tightly all night because you never wanted me to leave you. I promised you hundreds of times. You drank a liquor after every orgasm and the merry orgy lasted until dawn, you kissed me in one go with your tongue and asked me a thousand times if I really, really loved you? and I gave the most honest answer a thousand times. All three of you women drank four bottles and were as drunk as a company of archers."
"I put you on my shoulder and carried you up the stairs. You threw up over the banister into the courtyard and I held you in my arms so you wouldn't fall down. I put you on the mat and you didn't let go of my hand. You ordered me to fuck you without stopping or you would have my head chopped off. I fucked you until long after sunrise, until you were fast asleep and snoring." She interjected fiercely, "I never snore!" Lai cocked his head and didn't object.
She leaned against his shoulder. "And, dear Lai, do you really, really love me?" He gripped her firmly by her shoulders and gazed fixedly into her eyes. "I follow you like your shadow during the day, ready to strike an attacker dead at any time. I lie next to you on the mat every night and fuck you whenever you tell me to. If you still don't know if I really love you, then I've lived my life for nothing." She shook off his hands, hugged him fiercely and laid her cheek on his chest. "My body belongs to the Emperor, the third in the meantime. But you are my secret husband, because I love you with every fiber of my heart and soul. I belong only to you, you must always know that, even if I have to serve the Emperor as his fucking girl. I will die when you no longer want me. Bo Lai, that is the name of my husband, that is the name of the man without whom I would die."
They hugged for what seemed like an eternity and went to sleep, the fucking now unimportant. They slept tightly entwined, dreaming next to each other and of each other.
The Investigation
The investigators had done their work and they wanted to report to the Emperor in private, the matter was sensitive. It was a bit excessive, but they had the soldiers line up in front of the imperial city of Chang’an in a large square around the parade ground, with a tent set up in the middle so that the gentlemen could sit in the shade. Chilled lemonade and fruit had been provided and then everyone, including the servants, had to leave the square. The Emperor arrived, accompanied only by two bodyguards. Then the investigators reported.
They described at length how they interrogated the hunting party without using physical torture. The Emperor, who would have preferred a short, concise story with the criminal, drummed on the table with his gilded fan. "Gentlemen, I appreciate your scrupulous accuracy, but I am somewhat pressed for time. Please be so kind as to give me a brief summary. Who, how, why, who knew about it and who ordered it? You know my questions, please report, briefly and concisely." The investigators felt cheated out of their big show, but they understood the order.
One of them stepped forward. The specific murderer was already in custody, an ordinary contract killer who knew that he would be beheaded or strangled. How? Master Bo Lai described the murder to us from the outset as precisely as if he had been there. The hunting party had stopped, the murderer had emerged from his hiding place and had struck and broken the neck of the Emperor sitting on the horse from behind with a small sandbag. 23 of the hunting party had no idea and wanted to catch the fleeing murderer. But two of the hunting party pointed their arms at them and blackmailed, pressed them with the threat of murdering their family. They gave them the story, the text. So the two are in custody, as are the 23. The two insiders gave us the name of the senior state official who had instructed them to carry out the specific murder. We have him in custody. We dug up the buried blood money of these three and confiscated it. After uncovering the facts, this high–ranking gentleman finally told us who had ordered the murder, the State Chancellor of the King of Minh. He could not tell us whether the king himself was in on it. Now, why? The chancellor of Minh wanted to avenge the death of the king's daughter in childbirth and her bastard, who was also dead, on the man who had dishonored and impregnated the princess for three weeks, namely the young Emperor. That's all the state official knows, not whether the King of Minh was personally responsible, and he wouldn't name any confidants, although we unanimously suspect that the official has at least one, perhaps several, confidants. We want to pursue this further, although it is irrelevant to the murder plot itself, but important for the safety of our Lord and Emperor.
We recommend to Your Majesty the course of action, firstly to summon the King and the Chancellor of Minh and hold court, secondly to entrust suitable members of the Council or the Court with the investigation of the confidant or confidants, since we, as well–known military officers, can hardly interrogate members of the Court in a meaningful way. With respect, Your Majesty, we await your further orders and are always at your service."
Emperor Teng slapped the tabletop with the flat of his hand. "Damn fine work, gentlemen, you will be rewarded after judgment day. I'll give you two instructions right now. First, continue interrogating the official, because of course I need to know who betrayed his Emperor by remaining silent at least. Secondly, you may attend the court in person and contribute whatever may be asked. I will do the rest myself, the court will inform you when the court convenes. Once again, gentlemen, excellent work, I will certainly not be stingy with your remuneration." The Emperor rose, the investigators bowed and he and his bodyguards walked hurriedly to the palace.
Court and Justice
A hundred splendidly uniformed elite soldiers hurried to the Kingdom of Minh. Messengers sent in advance said that they were coming with peaceful intentions, that one of the diplomats was to speak personally to the revered brother in office, the king, on a sensitive matter. They arrived at the Minh royal palace two hours later, the ancient diplomat was admitted before the king and read out his message. The King of Minh was immediately ready to come to the Emperor with his court. The captain of the imperial troops had to check that the chancellor was with them, as he had orders to bring him by force if necessary. He was there, the devilish fellow, and of course he had to accompany and advise his king on a delicate, secret mission. Neither the captain nor the diplomat had any idea what it was all about, the king's palanquin arrived in the early evening, everyone was given princely accommodation, there was a banquet and a veil dance by the pretty actresses and everyone went to bed late. The King of Minh still didn't know what to expect tomorrow, but the sweet dancer on his mat was a wonderful distraction.
The chancellor wandered the streets looking for his co–conspirators, but they were nowhere to be found, no one knew where they were. He trotted back to the palace, lay on the mat without a dancer and brooded, he had a bad feeling in his guts and did not close an eye, plagued by unspeakable feelings.
After breakfast, the Emperor and the King sat next to him in the inner courtyard. The chancellor sat next to the King, the entire court and all the attendants sat around. The Emperor stood up and announced that they were all about to witness how his predecessor, the young Emperor Jie‐Lin, had been murdered. The chancellor tried to escape, but two Imperials forced him onto the seat, stepped beside him and placed a heavy hand on his shoulders.
The King asked in confusion, what was going on here? The Emperor spoke softly in his ear, "My dear king, you have nothing to fear if you are not to blame for my nephew's death. But otherwise I tell you, there are also two Imperials behind you." The King looked around pale, then whispered, "I have nothing to do with anything concerning your nephew. I buried my daughter and her child, your nephew's child, months ago and assured your nephew, the Emperor, that I share his grief and pain. My daughter assured me how much she would have liked to be his Empress, but she made a cryptic remark that she was not quite sure if the young lord, the Emperor was the father of her child. I couldn't get anything out of her, but she told me in tears that she had always been a decent girl and had got into this situation innocently. That's all I can think of about the young Emperor's death and it's been circling in my head for months because it makes no sense at all. I have done nothing to displease Your Majesty, Emperor Teng!"
The Emperor straightened up again and announced loudly that they would now hear all about the young Emperor's murder. He waved, and the assassin was led in by two imperials. He was not tied up. Emperor Teng beckoned to one of the investigators, who stood up and announced in a loud voice that this was the hired assassin and that he would give a true account of what had happened. He asked the hitman to take a few steps forward and speak in a loud voice so that those in the back rows could also understand him. He stepped forward and a murmur went through the crowd. So that was him, but he didn't look like an Emperor's assassin at all, more like a merchant. He seemed shy, but the investigator nudged him and he began to speak.
I'm a horse breeder and horse trader by profession, but times are bad and so I've taken on a few jobs to make ends meet. I described my first seven jobs to the policemen in detail and they wrote it all down." He paused, as a murmur went through the ranks when he spoke of 7 murders. The investigator nodded in acknowledgement and murmured that he should get to the point.
"Two noble lords hired me and offered me 3 gold–plated silver ships, with the money I could have bought 30 new mares and built a stable for them. That's a hell of a lot of money for a little man like me, so I agreed. I hid at the agreed place, the hunting party stopped and one of the noble gentlemen grabbed the reins of a horse, the other pointed to its rider with his hand, as agreed. I crept up behind him and snapped the man's neck in two with my club. I knew that sound very well, for I beat the butcher's pigs to death with this club, so I knew for certain that I had done my job well. I whistled to my horse and dashed off, nobody chased me." Another murmur went through the rows as he casually described the murder. He was now intoxicated by the tale and raised both hands and the crowd fell silent.
"I waited a day for my payment, I waited a second day and rode into town on the evening of the third. I sneaked into the house of one nobleman and politely asked for my money. His eyes almost fell out of his head when I suddenly stood in front of him, my knife on his throat. He whined for a while that the other man had the money, so I accompanied him to the other with my knife at his throat. He was about to call the guards, but when he saw the blood running from his buddy's throat, he changed his mind." He paused and smiled as the murmur of the crowd quieted. "Good man," he said to me, trembling with fear, "it wouldn't be wise to leave so much money lying around. Come tomorrow at the same time, you'll get it all. We haggled like market women, he very reluctantly gave me three small silver boats and his buddy gave me another one, four small silver boats instead of three thousand such small silver boats. All right, I said, because I have a soft heart by nature," the loud murmurs and groans from the audience silenced him briefly, "so because I am good–natured and soft in character, I took the money and disappeared. On the ride home I cursed at the rich toffs for not having my 30 mares in their heads. I stopped at the inn, I had to rinse the disgusting taste out of my mouth." The guy paused as the crowd more or less agreed with him. The Emperor waved to the investigator that it was enough, but he wasn't paying attention and waited anxiously for the continuation, had he received his payment?
"Oh dear," the murderer continued, for the admiration, the limelight, gave him poetic wings. "Oh dear, perhaps you've experienced this too, a glass of booze never comes alone. A few followed, and I invited the guests for round after round. The atmosphere was colossal, we screamed and shouted merrily until a big guy grabbed me by the jacket and demanded to know what great thing we were actually celebrating and where I little rascal had suddenly got so much money!" You could hear tense sighs in the crowd, the listeners sensed that the thunderclap must now follow. The horse dealer had certainly never attended a drama seminar, but it was clear to him that he must continue to build up the dramatic tension. "If we hadn't all been drunk, by God, or if I hadn't slept off my intoxication on the straw bales in the stables, I wouldn't be standing here telling you about my most miserable defeat. May the most gracious Lord Emperor learn from my suffering!" He bowed low to the ground before Emperor Teng.
Then he continued. "Thus put to task and pressed by the blacksmith's fists, I said, intimidated, that I had done a good job three days ago. These stupid drunks had never done anything themselves, let alone finished anything, and now they were shouting wildly, "What job!" I was far too drunk to come up with a good story and said I had killed an important young man. It immediately went dead quiet." The narrator listened to the crowd, which was also dead silent. Now the thunderclap had to come, but the narrator opted for a protracted roll of thunder. Every minute meant another minute to live. Even horse traders became poetic bards who sang about heroes.
"Their cries grew shriller and shriller. An important youth, killed three days ago? He murdered the Emperor, he murdered the Emperor! Only now, when they fell upon me and tore me to the ground, did I realize whom I had slain, and far too cheaply at that! I was lying on the ground, they were screaming at each other to kill me, slaughter me and butcher me. One of them screamed, castrate him first! They tore off my clothes and wanted to castrate me like a sheep!" The ladies in the stands hid their faces behind their fans and sighed, the story was more exciting than anything else.
"I already felt the cold steel on my balls," Oh! sighed the ladies, "I felt the cold steel, then a particularly clever one shouted that the sheep should be made hosing down before castration! I couldn't have that, but any resistance was pointless. One after the other tried their luck, but I desperately refused. The squirting would be followed by the sabering of my balls, which was unimaginable and cruel. The big, fat landlady, the kind–hearted Mistress Wen, who weighed three times her own weight and had huge breasts like five women, had come out of the kitchen and clearly recognized the situation immediately. She locked the entrance, took the castrating knife from the tangle of scuffling bodies and pushed it to her husband, the slight Master Wen, who immediately hid the knife in the back of the kitchen." He glanced at the crowd, they waited breathlessly for the thunderclap, which we know would not come.
"Sit down, you riff–raffs!" yelled Mistress Wen, the 21 years old owner of the said inn. The thugs actually backed away in a circle and she sat down on my cock, wide–legged and tons of her horny flesh, and my cock, having been relentlessly rubbed by the thugs and standing upright like an Imperial Guardsman, disappeared into her soft, well–ridden cunt as if of its own accord with the highest expectations. She unfolded her top and brought her enormous breasts out into the fresh air. There was a loud murmur, because it was rare to see such battle melons of sheer enormous proportions! "If you want this guy to squirt, I'll make him squirt for sure!" she shouted loudly and leaned over me. "I'm not going to have my best customer killed in my house," she whispered just for me to hear, "you can rely on Mama Wen, they won't castrate or kill you, you've already paid for the booze and fucking me in advance!" Mistress Wen shouted to her husband, "Booze for everyone!" and then she rode me with heaving breasts, slapping my face left and right." He looked into the audience with satisfaction, even as an amateur actor he knew he had them in the bag. With a quick grab, he grabbed a cup of wine from a nobleman's hand and drained it very slowly, he had to think things quickly through.
"She was a great fucker, Mistress Wen, so if you ever pass her pub..." he was interrupted as the audience rolled with laughter. He waited, grinning, because of course he had noticed His Majesty's frantic waving, but he was in the flow that poured over the audience. Another minute of life gained!
"I can't elaborate here on how well and violently Mistress Wen fucked me and must leave it to your imagination. Finally nature kicked in, I had to cum and the good Mistress Wen grinned and winked, I squirted every drop of my juice into her amazingly tight little hole and she told me to just confidently squirt it in. She straightened up and went from one to the other. Come on, grab it with your own hand, barely a few drops, she shouted to each one. I had no idea how she did it, so maybe ask the person sitting next to you how she did it." He looked into the audience with a smile, where some fools were indeed whispering to their ladies. "Mistress Wen came to the blacksmith, who looked very doubtful. She grabbed him and ripped off his pants. "Come and fuck me, then you'll see the difference!" She took off her dress completely and lay naked down on the floor. I don't want to bore our Lord Emperor and all of you with a description of her body, but I will say this much: anyone who has thought that a big, fat woman can neither look pretty nor womanly and desirable is simply a fool who has no eyes in his head." He turned to Emperor Teng and bowed to the ground. Another minute gained, he thought with satisfaction and straightened up again.
"The blacksmith wasn't used to fucking in front of an audience, but he set to work. I can assure you that this wasn't the first time Mistress Wen had fucked the blacksmith and had a lot of fun with the big lad herself. She urged him on with her heels until the grumpy bear poured himself into her. She now invited everyone to see for themselves how the juice was running out of her cunt! They stepped in front of her and nodded, because that's how it was. Mistress Wen looked at me and shouted, "He can do it again, but now I'm going to make him squirt!" She sat down on my cock again. She whispered in my ear, that I had paid for all the booze in advance with silver, when I arrived and came into her kitchen. She grinned broadly, I had grabbed under her robe her pussy and she had me promised to fuck me tonight three times, as I had paid with silver in advance. I couldn't remember as I was drunk as a whole ferryboat, but she said, she stands by her word and now she fucks me for the second round! Again she winked kindly and fucked me with relish. And again I couldn't deny my nature, I squirted everything inside to the last drop! Again she had the men line up and they testified that no juice came out." The audience hung on his every word, they could imagine the situation very well, so vivid was his description. He knew he needed a thunderbolt, but he didn't have one up his sleeve. He could only scrape out a few more minutes.
"The next one was actually a water carrier, but more and more canals were being created and that caused one water carrier after another to wander off. He dropped his pants and got lost in her mound of flesh. He finished far too quickly and made way for the sandal maker, who was already very impatient. It took him longer than the water boy, but he wasn't satisfied yet, he left his cock inside and continued fucking after a while, panting and groaning with exertion. The gods were kind to me and whispered something in Mistress Wen's ear, they would save me." He glanced at the audience, they had heard enough, but were still curious as to how the gods intended to save the Emperor's murderer.
"For the third time, the enormous masses of Mistress Wen pushed me to the ground. "When I've finished with you, I'll put on a show to distract them. Sneak quietly down through the kitchen to the basement, there's an exit there. Do you understand?" I nodded gratefully, my life was more important to me than Mistress Wen's show. She probably had to fuck me for half an hour before she could coax the last sad drops out of me. She stood up and called out to the men, "Do you know the position of the three geese?" The men all turned to her as she began her explanation and I was able to disappear silently and save my skin." The lecture was over, for the Emperor had risen now.
The Emperor now had 5 courtiers, all dressed alike, led in. The assassin backed away, white as a sheet, until he came upon the imperial guard. The Emperor asked in a loud voice if he recognized anyone? The assassin pointed to the group with his hand. "Yes, Your Majesty, the last one and the middle one, they bought me and didn't pay me!" Emperor Teng ordered him to drag both of them out of the line so that the right ones could be recognized. The assassin pulled them both out with little hesitation. An investigator stood up and confirmed that these were the two according to their research, they had to kneel down. The assassin was led away by the guards, but he shouted, "the inn of Mistress Wen, 2 miles outside on the south road ..." and his voice trailed off.
Emperor Teng paced back and forth in front of the two, then raised his voice. "You were involved in this cowardly murder. What did you hate so much about this friendly, kind young man that you had him cowardly murdered?" The two began to stammer and the Emperor shouted at them indelicately. "Speak loud and clear, you first!" The man addressed pulled himself together and explained that he didn't know the Emperor personally, but the minister had paid us both with a box of silver and claimed that the Emperor was incompetent, treacherous and had to go. He was very convincing and we needed the money!" The Emperor pointed to the second one, who said loudly that this was absolutely right and that he didn't know the young Emperor either.
The Emperor walked up and down again, then stopped. "You spoke of a minister, is he here today?" The two looked up at the tribune, then said simultaneously, "Yes, Your Majesty!" The Emperor acted astonished and shouted: "Then bring him here!" The two jumped up, ran along the tribune and stopped at the investigators' table. They dragged out a man who no one had noticed before. They grabbed him roughly and dragged him in front of the Emperor. He threw himself to the ground in front of the ruler and shouted loudly, "It was me, I hired those two! Mercy!" The Emperor pretended to be surprised. "You are my Minister for the waters, the canals and the bridges! Have you taken leave of your senses? What has the poor Emperor done to you that you had him murdered?" The minister stood up. "The previous Emperor passed me over for promotion and accused me of being venal in front of everyone. That offended me, but I wouldn't have anyone murdered for that!" The Emperor leaned against the tabletop and drummed his fingers. The charade had gone on far too long and was not yet over. He ordered the Minister to confess everything in front of the assembled court without any ifs or buts. And not to waste any time. The minister nodded and began. "I am venal, Your Majesty, I am venal and I am very ashamed. I was given a box full of gold and a justification to have my Emperor assassinated. The Chancellor of the Kingdom of Minh gave me the gold. The King of Minh had buried his daughter and her child and had sworn to punish the unscrupulous man who had impregnated his daughter. Of course I knew all about it, the young Emperor had the king's daughter as his guest for three weeks and lay with her every night, then sent her home. I did what was expected of me."
The fat King of Minh had immediately jumped up, the two Imperials approached him, but the Emperor stopped them. "Slowly, my faithfuls. Let us hear the King first, for these are serious accusations. Speak, brother King!" The Emperor could not tell that he had for long known the truth. "Speak, my dear King!"
"I have never given such a stupid order to anyone. That is my first point. My second is that I believe it quite easily and reasonably that my chancellor ordered the murder, and I do not doubt the word of your venal minister, however much I dislike venal officials. My third point is that after the death of my beloved daughter and her child, I wrote a sincere, sad letter to the young gentleman in my own hand, as I had to write to a son–in–law–to–be." Emperor Teng raised his hand and interrupted, "I have read your letter again and again with respect and reverence, but it is not suitable for publication, dear King. Please continue speaking!"
The king pointed a finger at his chancellor. "I think nothing, absolutely nothing of this gentleman, that is my fourth and final point. I would have banished him to the woods long ago had not all the Lords of my council, each and every one of them, vehemently appointed him chancellor and publicly elected him. I had a very ugly argument with him about two years ago, I let him have his head and I regret it every day. My daughter confided in me. He took my daughter's virginity two years ago when she wasn't even 15, disgraced her and fucked her for many months without telling anyone. That alone would have cost him his head. My daughter told me it wasn't right, she had no feelings for him, she called him a toad. He must have bewitched or enchanted her somehow, she said crying. We talked about possible husbands, because she had been fucking everyone at court ever since, driven by her disgraced body, and she knew herself that it was high time to get married. So we came across the Emperor, whom she had already seen several times and could well imagine herself with him. I sent her to him, I wrote a friendly letter without mentioning her disgrace of rape or the toad. I can see it clearly before me today, it was the toad, as your minister said." The king sat down and scowled at his chancellor.
Emperor Teng had become very serious at the King's speech. He pointed at the scowling chancellor. "Speak, Chancellor, your presentation please!" It was not a request, but an order. The two Imperials removed their heavy hands from the chancellor's shoulders and allowed him to stand up.
"My first point is, my Lord and King ordered me to assassinate the young Lord Emperor, he assured me a free hand and his protection if necessary, and he didn't even want to know the details. I obeyed the order. My second point is that nothing about my king's tear‐squeezing story is true. I did not rape the princess or anything else. I never once saw the princess naked, never lay with her or anything else. Her servants were always present and would have raised the alarm immediately. That's all, Your Majesty!" The Emperor did not miss the chancellor's confident, victorious and cheeky look.
The Emperor paced up and down a few times, then turned to the court. "The laws of our fathers and forefathers dictate that in this case, as one statement stands against the other, I must ultimately decide for myself whom I believe. Otherwise, I must cut off the heads of both, as this is the only way to ensure that the guilty party is punished, even if the other is innocent. Yesterday I ordered my armorer to sharpen the old sword of judgment, I would probably have to cut off two heads myself today. Bring me the sword!"
The Master–at–arms stepped forward, bowed and handed him the heavy sword. The Emperor asked, "Master–at–Arms, did you listen carefully?" The Master–at–arms played the game well, as the Emperor had ordered. "Every word, my Lord and Emperor!" Teng smirked, "and did you notice a word, a single word, Armsmaster?" The Master nodded, "Someone said that the servant girls of the Princess of Minh could have raised the alarm!" The Emperor stifled a laugh. "Well, what word then, Master, what word then?" The Master–at–arms had his facial expressions well under control. "Not a single word, Your Majesty, not a single word of it is true!" All eyes turned to the chancellor, who looked around smugly and victoriously, despite the heavy hands of the guards resting on his bony shoulders. The Armsmaster stepped back.
The Emperor stepped in front of the King of Minh. "Forgive me, my brother, for putting you through this charade, there is only one culprit, and I have known it for about two weeks. It is not you, and now I can prove it to you and your court. However, I had to send two of my best spies to your kingdom, and I alone am responsible for crossing the border secretly. Now listen carefully, everyone!"
At his signal, two young women were led in. As they passed in front of the pale chancellor, he snapped his fingers, snapping and snapping without anything happening. It was very conspicuous and everyone was puzzled as to what he was doing. The Emperor said to his guards, "On the knees with the criminal!" They twisted the chancellor's arms and made him kneel. He looked at Teng and the two female servants with bloodshot eyes. Anyone who was close enough could hear his teeth grinding, for he was furious with rage.
"Well, my dear brother and King, I sent for the evidence, here you see it. These are the last servants of your poor daughter, perhaps you will recognize them. They have been in my palace for a week. I had them examined by my best doctor because they were behaving so strangely. My doctor is one of the best in the kingdom, it took him less than 5 minutes to make his judgment. He told me that some of what people call witchcraft and sorcery are actually scientifically known phenomena, in this case hypnosis. The sorcerer can bring many people, but not everyone, under his control and give them orders that they must obey and not refuse. He can order a girl to lie with him, even though she would never do it in her right mind. He can order someone to remain mute and rigid and not to see, hear or say anything. He can order someone not to talk to certain people, police officers for example. Or to remain silent about a very specific matter, whatever the cost. I don't want to lecture you unduly, but you need to know these few facts in order to follow the conclusion of our little play. I have set up this hoax to expose the real murderer and rid you of a cancer. Just another word for the toad that was perched invisibly on your shoulder. And now curtain up for the last two witnesses. Good woman, speak to us all and speak freely, the chancellor will never get you in his clutches again!" The older of the two, who was certainly not yet 30, took a few steps forward, took a deep breath and spoke loudly.
"Your Majesty, this man," and she pointed at the kneeling chancellor, "this man is a despicable criminal, a vile abuser of girls and a diabolical warlock! I have spent the last two days thinking about everything after your personal physician released us from his spell ban. My first point is that the chancellor has bewitched many girls, as well as honorable, faithful and chaste wives, so that they lay with him with all passion and sexual devotion. I am ashamed to say that my girlfriend and I were also among his prey, although my girlfriend had to lie with him much more often than I did because of her particular beauty and her greater experience in sexual matters.
My second point is that he bewitched us both to such an extent that, contrary to his witchcraft, we could see and hear everything, but stood by paralyzed by his abominations without being able to intervene. We witnessed how he brought beautiful, chaste and shy wives to his mat and fucked them mercilessly or let fuck himself with shy and loving passion. It was impossible for us to talk to each other or to anyone else about things. We both even tried with signs and sign language, to no avail. We carried this burden in our bosom until three days ago without ever being able to talk about it with anyone.
My third point is that he made the princess, who was in our care, give herself to him like a naughty love servant before her 15th year, offering him her childlike virginity. He fucked her several times a week for years. Like the two of us, he accompanied her to the young Emperor, he brought her into the arms of the good young man and had her say that she wanted to stay on his mat for another three weeks and only return home when she was carrying his child. Every night he was furious with jealousy that she was in the Emperor's arms to pursue his perverse plan for conquering the throne of Minh. As soon as the princess returned from the Emperor, he fucked her every two hours until breakfast, mercilessly and furiously. Pregnant, his magic seemed to fail for minutes at a time. The princess wanted to talk to us, but our gazes glazed over and we couldn't get a single word out. She asked details that we could answer with nods or silence, even though it gave us terrible migraines. The princess saw through things a little and cried her eyes red, though she didn't know everything yet. She tried to talk to her father, the King, but she was bewitched like us, she stammered and couldn't actually say anything to the King.
My fourth and final point. The King has told you the truth. We both witnessed the bitter quarrel between the King and the chancellor. He was very confident that he had the princess in his pocket and asked, no, demanded the Princess as his wife. The King was not to be taken in by his witchcraft and insulted the chancellor, saying he would have him beheaded if he came even one step too close to his daughter. The King threatened him with death if he so much as laid a finger on the succession to the throne. The heir to the throne had already been chosen and this nephew was also immune to witchcraft. A servant, friend and lover of ours told us confidentially that the King had ordered the beheading of the chancellor into his estate letter when he took office. He did not conceal in his estate letter that his death was perhaps the work of the chancellor. Please forget the last, we only have it from hearsay. That is all, Your Majesty and you gentlemen of the court."
She stepped back and the Emperor asked the younger girl if she wanted to add or correct anything? The girl thought for a short while saying, that everything the other maid had reported was correct and true. "Maybe," she said unexpectedly, "maybe I should be ashamed of the fact that I fucked that miserable guy like my dearest lover, like he was my everything! I presented and showed this devil's bastard all my sexual secrets, which I never told anyone else. He ordered me to masturbate in front of him, once and again, again. I had to follow his order and did it, what I never did after my 10th year, but in my heart and mind was nothing but shame and desparation. I'd like to forget it, but it was real and true at the time!" She lowered her eyes and bowed to the Emperor. "I'm very sorry, Your Majesty!" she whispered softly.
The Emperor walked to the tribune, and called on the chancellor to give his version. He began to twist the servants' tall tales with a great flourish, but the two unexpectedly stood directly in front of him and stared bravely into his eyes. He stuttered and stammered until he couldn't get a word out. But he suddenly straightened up, despite being held down, and began to scream until he was foaming at the mouth. He cursed the King, who would not bend to his will, he cursed the servants, who could not keep all secret, and he cursed the princess, the bitch, who was gradually slipping from his tight grip. But now it was too much for the King, he beat the chancellor with his fan until he was bleeding from the mouth and nose.
The Emperor allowed the King to beat him until his fan was nothing but a scrap of silk and broken pieces of wood. The King flung the thing to the ground. Now Emperor Teng raised his voice. "Wretched wretch, Emperor's murderer, rapist and violator of the lovely princess, incapable usurper! I sentence you to death, your ashes will be dumped in the river. That is my sentence, that is my verdict!" Emperor Teng would never forget the chancellor's bloody, malicious and arrogant grimace when he saw him pick up the heavy execution sword. He made eye contact with the soldier, who then pressed his knee into the chancellor's spine and bent his arms backwards. A powerful blow from Teng severed the head cleanly from the neck and the skull rolled down a few steps. Teng stomped his foot on the torso, causing it to fall over. The King quickly stood up and spat on the chancellor's torso. The Emperor gave the sword to a guard, "Burn him on the riverbank and throw the ashes into the river, nothing shall remember this criminal!" He seized the King's arm and escorted him back to the palace.
The Emperor and the King sat in the garden, no one was allowed to disturb their conversation. The King spoke tearfully of his daughter and the Emperor comforted him. It was then that the beautiful and respectful bond between the two was recognized. Teng said he would renew the Emperor's tombstone and have the story that led to his murder carved on the back. The descendants should remember him. He promised not to mention the name of the murderer, but to speak of the chancellor, the nefarious criminal. This conversation did the King good; they had a banquet every evening with musicians and dancers, who later warmed the king's mat.
The Emperor lay with Princess Li, they talked about the court and the possibilities of working more closely with the Minh Kingdom. Teng kissed Li's hair, he was full of joy to have her with him.
The Flash of the Heavens
Time flew by, Li lay down with the Emperor when she was ordered to. She lay in Lai's arms every night like a wife fiercely in love, because that was exactly how she felt. She gave herself to the Emperor so that he could be truly satisfied to have her as his First Favorite. Every two or three weeks he made all three women come and the princess gradually became accustomed to Jutta and Inger taking turns licking her clit well, the girls were true masters in this immoral vice. When he was alone with her, he would put her legs around his neck and watched her masturbate. She knew how indecent and immoral it was, but he was the Emperor and he didn't care how ashamed she was.
The princess had decided to train in swordplay and was also training with the Emperor, who was very proud of his Favorite. The three fencing masters had strict orders to train her like any officer. She learned quickly and in her third year, the fencing masters struggled to fend off the princess's fencing cane.
At the end of her training, the Emperor presented her with a rare ceremonial weapon, and it was on this occasion that she met the Emperor's favorite general, Pyi. When their eyes met, a flash of foreboding ran through her clit. Pyi presented her with a beautifully crafted, small sword in the presence of and on behalf of the Emperor. It had belonged to a prince whose head Pyi had cut off to prevent the little fool from taking over his father's kingdom one day. She raised the sword to her eyes; it was a beautiful, light steel blade that the Emperor of Nihon had given to his neighbor with the best of intentions. Lai weighed the blade carefully in his hand. "Best Japanese blacksmithing," Lai said reverently, "our Chinese steel blades are much heavier and clumsier. We must learn from them one day!" The Emperor and General Pyi did not respond, Lai was just her bodyguard. Lai took another step back as was proper. The princess thanked Lord Pyi and the Emperor. She girded the sword and drew it several times, examining it. "I will always carry it with honor, General, and I thank you for giving me such a valuable, richly decorated spoil of war. I know how important and valuable the spoils are to the victors. Thank you!" She turned to the Emperor. "Emperor Teng, I was allowed to learn how to use the sword at your side and I will carry it with pride and joy!" She bowed deeply and recalled how the Emperor had been given a valuable sword by the Emperor of Nihon six months after his accession to the throne.
The Japanese Emperor, the Emperor of the Empire of Nihon, gave the Chinese Emperor Teng a very valuable sword, richly decorated and made by the best swordsmith in his empire, on the occasion of his accession to the throne. It was in an exquisite wooden case made of rosewood, the inlays of light elven wood read: 'May this Lightning from Heaven protect you at all times', and Emperor Teng was visibly moved by the fraternal greeting.
Deviating from protocol, the Emperor stepped down the steps and (unheard of!) embraced the Japanese ambassador. "Bring my embrace to my brother, the Lord Emperor of Nihon," he said to the stunned diplomat, then had the wooden box opened. A beautifully crafted sword, 4 feet long and glistening with lightning, this was the 'Lightning of Heaven'. Princess Li, who was standing quite far back with the noble ladies, had to stand on tiptoe to catch a glimpse of it. The Emperor dismissed the court and sent for the three fencing masters.
He handed the sword to the first. "Your Majesty, I have never seen a more beautiful sword. Keep it safe, for many an envious person would attack China and smash it to rubble just to get his hands on this sword."
The second took it in his hand, swung it artfully a few times and said: "Your Majesty can send a single swordsman into battle with this sword and he would pile up a mountain of enemies in front of him."
The third seized the sword and swung it even more skillfully than the first. The bystanders fell silent in awe, for this sword did not make the familiar, typical whizzing and whirring sound, this sword sang! The fencing master raised the sword and elicited beautiful sounds from it. He put the sword back into the velvet cushions, bowed to the Emperor and said. "Your Majesty, only one man in the whole world could have forged this, the swordsmith of the Emperor of Nihon. I was allowed to visit him three times, a mountain of a man who knows how to swing the hammer like no other, but whose fingers could also play the most elegant melodies on the harp. The Emperor had the huge caves in the Iron and Coal Mountain set up as a forge for him, where 15 master blacksmiths worked for him at the same time. He only whispered his name in the Emperor's ear, everyone called him the Three‐Horse‐Blacksmith. Look under the hinges of the box, you will see three tiny horses stamped into it." And so it was!
The Emperor had become curious, sat down and asked the fencing master to tell him everything. "You know, venerable Emperor and Lord, that I am the son of a swordsmith and the grandson of one just like him. I too first learned the swordsmith's trade and was to supply the imperial court with the best bronze swords, iron swords and, more recently, steel swords, just like my father and his father and his forefathers. I am pleased to see that many of your men in this hall carry swords from my father's hand. But my father wanted me to learn the trade from the best.
So I went from blacksmith to blacksmith for two years and ended up at the Three‐Horse‐Blacksmith in the Nihon Empire. I applied as a student, because the Master only accepted 100 students each year, and the best 30 were allowed to work alongside him and equip the nobility of Japan and their warriors with the finest weapons.
He took my hands in his fists as in this way he decided who was allowed to study with him. "I see you have an imperial letter of recommendation, drawn by my Lord's own hand," he said to me, "but know that I never interfere in my Lord Emperor's business and," now the Three‐Horses‐Blacksmith laughed merrily, "and my Lord Emperor never interferes in mine either. I read that you brought a splendid sword from your father's workshop to the Emperor, and that impresses me, for the Emperor knows swords like few others, and when he writes 'splendidly', it is no empty praise."
The blacksmith only touched my hands and fingers, he was not interested in the muscles of my arms. He looked directly at me, "Young sir, may I speak frankly?" He didn't care whether I agreed or not, he just kept talking. "Your hands are not suitable, young man. Your hands tell me that you can become an excellent swordsman, but never an excellent blacksmith. I wish you to make the right decision, to find your way. Stay the night and lie with my wife, for that is the custom here." Emperor Teng raised his eyebrows.
The fencing master continued, "I sailed home immediately the other day and consulted with my father for nights. I immediately entered the service of the penultimate Emperor, the magnificent Emperor Wu, and actually became a fencing master to serve you now, Emperor Teng." The Emperor nodded graciously, "So, were you lying with the blacksmith's wife? Tell me!" The fencing master looked down. "Yes, Your Majesty, unfortunately!" But now the Emperor had become curious and shooed the courtiers away from his hall.
"Speak frankly, Master, and don't keep me in suspense!" The fencing master thanked him for shooing away the useless courtiers and told him the private part. "I accompanied the blacksmith to his private little cave in the evening, and his lovely wife received us with an excellent dinner, which you wouldn't expect from a blacksmith. We went to bed and both of us took turns fucking his wife. He was a master at fucking too, he was never satisfied with second–rate things. The next day I was taken to the harbor by the imperial attendant, and on the way he made the remark that the blacksmith's wife was actually his daughter, whom he had fathered with his sister. I was taken aback, but this imperial official made a good impression on me and he had no reason to send me to the dwarf giants, in other words to cheekily lie to me.
I came back, served my Emperor faithfully and dreamed of nothing but the blacksmith's wife, who was his daughter. I was madly in love with her, Your Majesty, and I was no longer an inexperienced young child. I have never lain alone on the mat on my travels, I have lain with the most beautiful creatures of China and the Nihon Empire. But this woman had something very special about her way of fucking. Don't ask me, Your Majesty, I could never put it into words. Perhaps 4 or 5 years had passed, I was allowed to choose a companion from the court every night, because Emperor Wu loved me, not only because I led his men into battle and brought them back victorious and unharmed. I could become a general, Emperor Wu said, but I declined with thanks. I was a fencing instructor with all my heart, but by God I was no general. What did I want then, gold, silver, precious stones? I said, summoning up all my courage, "Two months' leave, Your Highness".
He told me to join him at the table. He shooed everyone out of the hall when I didn't answer straight away about what I intended to do on leave. "So, soldier to soldier, what do you have to tell me?" I knew how much Emperor Wu appreciated me and told him everything, and really everything, about the wonderful, divinely fucking wife of the blacksmith who had fathered her with his own sister and was, as we understood it, actually his daughter. I absolutely had to see her again, or "to put it bluntly, I had to fuck her, even if my head had to roll because of it, Your Majesty!"
Emperor Wu only thought for a moment. "I cannot give you leave, my dear friend, for the court would ask questions upon questions, foremost of course whether you are not an enemy spy after all, and I have no time for the follies of my court. I will send you to my brother in office, the Emperor of Nihon, with the official order to teach his swordsmen our Chinese fencing tricks. At the same time, I will give him a secret message that you are to be brought to the Three‐Horses‐Blacksmith on your way home so that you can commission a very special sword for me personally. Now, how does that sound, my friend?" I was dazed with gratitude and kissed his hand, but he waved it away. "That's why I'm the Emperor, because I can pull things like that off the cuff. So, deal, pack your bundle and travel quickly to your lotus flower! It would be unacceptable if the sword teacher's hand trembled with longing for love!"
So I came to the Emperor of Nihon for the second time, quite officially and as a man of honor, with an imperial commission. I taught his men basic things and, on leaving, I humbly told the Emperor that I wouldn't even attack highwaymen with men like that. This saddened him greatly and he gave me a secret message letter that my Lord and Emperor should send me to teach again the following year. The gods forgive me for my little fib.
At last we set off, on the ride to the harbor we stopped at the Three‐Horses‐Blacksmith and I gave him the order for my Emperor's sword. He tilted his head and asked how quickly it should be made. I said I would come back in a year and that would be soon enough. I accompanied the blacksmith to his private cave and inquired about his wife, as a very young, lovely girl was serving us food. The blacksmith, who remembered my remark from the first time about how much I liked fish and seafood and had had a fish feast prepared for me, swayed his head sadly, saying that his wife had died in childbirth two years ago and their child had died too. I expressed my condolences, but he blossomed, his wife's first daughter was now nearly 15 and had been warming his mat most gracefully for two years. She had learned everything about the art of fucking from her mother and was very eager to refine this art. Then we went to bed and took turns fucking the blacksmith's lovely and graceful granddaughter. I didn't dare to feign indisposition in the morning just to fuck the wonderfully horny girl again.
The following year, Emperor Wu sent me to Nihon for half a year to train the Japanese Emperor's warriors. In fact, I credit myself with being able to hand over a squad of 200 well–trained swordsmen to the Nihon Emperor after the hard training. Every week I rode to the Three‐Horses‐Blacksmith, who of course immediately realized that I had only come for fucking his pretty horny granddaughter, and he good–naturedly let me stay with her for two nights and a day in between, fucking our souls out in insane manner. He wasn't the youngest anymore and left her to me with a grin, "youth to youth," he said, smiling broadly and contentedly, because his enamored granddaughter was obviously talking about my fucking in the best possible way.
I visited this bestfucking flower of Japan week after week and drove the men of the imperial guard like a buffalo driver, beating them with my cane regardless of what aristocratic scion they might be. Some of them, whom I had already sent away on the first day because they were at best fit to be gardeners, attacked me one day in the forecourt of the imperial palace as I was about to ride to the smithy. It took less than a quarter of an hour before 25 guys were lying unconscious or really badly beaten up in the sand. I had deliberately not drawn my sword, but chastised them with my stick. I looked up and saw the Emperor and his courtiers standing on the terrace. They had unexpectedly witnessed the beating, for which I never had to account.
I made my bow and rode off to meet the sweet girl. In short, I spent the best six months of my life, brought my Emperor Wu his glorious sword and then it was over. The good Emperor of Nihon had been succeeded on the throne by a good–for–nothing nephew and the Japanese ambassador took me aside at a banquet. The new Emperor was one of the good–for–nothings I had refused to teach and had then beaten badly up in the courtyard. The ambassador knew from the Emperor himself that he had forgotten neither the beating nor his wounded pride. I thanked the ambassador and have never been back to Nihon since, even though the third bloodthirsty usurper now sits on the throne." He thought for a moment. "Emperor Teng, I am not called upon to give you unsolicited advice and I will not do so. I only know that many of your courtiers would put their wives and daughters on your sleeping mat to gain your special favor. To judge this shameless attitude of the courtiers is also far above my position. However, I have taught your favorite maid three years of swordplay and your blonde concubines have also had me as a guest. I know all the wives and daughters of the courtiers, and lying with them requires no great art of seduction. You can call yourself a lucky man to have three such splendid creatures as concubines and you are right to devote yourself to the real business of government and not waste your precious time with three‐copper‐coins‐women."
The Emperor looked at his old fencing master with a smile. "Don't you want to join the diplomatic service instead of torturing recruits?" Now the old womanizer was smiling too. "I was hoping you wouldn't need my advice, because I'm only good with my stick and my sword, I know next to nothing about women, although I'm just really good at fucking." Emperor Teng smiled sweetly, knowing full well that the old man had never spent a single night alone in the palace.
However, he followed up. "So the blonde girls had you as a guest?" The old man looked him openly and honestly in the eye. "Do I have to take a defensive step backwards now, like I teach your warriors? Or do you want me to lie stupidly about how splendidly we've been talking? The very question of how well these magnificent creatures parley in Chinese makes me feel the cold steel of the executioner on the back of my neck. No, my Emperor, I will not hide anything from you. I have followed all their gestures and hand signals because I do not speak their language. And not to follow the gestures and hand signals of such desirable creatures immediately and without contradiction would unmask me as an uncouth barbarian. So it is, Your Lordship, I am most certainly not a barbarian, but your most devoted servant!"
Emperor Teng looked at him for a long time. "May your loins give you pleasure for a long time to come, old friend! And don't forget what I hinted at earlier, there are very few who are fit for diplomatic service. So come to me immediately and confidentially if your arm is lame from beating my recruits." The Emperor thanked him for the good conversation; the fencing master had never heard that before! He stood up and bowed to the ground. The fencing master had told his story and was now allowed to leave.
Reigning from the Balcony
The princess always liked to go to Emperor Teng for dinner in a good mood, only when she was bleeding or otherwise unwell did she send Jutta or Inger to the Emperor. If he wanted both of them, he had to send for her himself. Li had become accustomed to Emperor Teng ordering his three wives to dinner every two weeks and Jutta and Inger licking the princess to insane orgasms every time. The girls loved the licking more than the fucking and Emperor Teng was one of those men who loved to watch. She was often licked to orgasm twice or much more, she had developed a positive attitude towards it and concentrated on her own orgasm. She had never licked either Jutta or Inger, at least not until today.
Teng sent the girls to sleep, he loved the long talks with the princess, and not every time they fucked afterwards. He always had ink, brushes and bamboo strips ready and sometimes made notes of important things. As the princess was not part of the court in the narrower sense, she could not sit among the councillors and take part in the debates. Even in the early days of his term of office, he was annoyed to hear her wise, cool commentary only at night, which is why the court considered him a weak regent who usually postponed decisions until another day. He had a small balcony built and told her to at least listen in on important meetings. She had ink, brushes and bamboo strips ready at hand and sent her note down to the Emperor with a little boy. He no longer presented the image of a weak regent.
No matter how annoyed the courtiers were, he read through her scribblings calmly and took time to think while one of them offered his ideas. The Emperor always tucked the bamboo strips into his robe and left the councillors in the dark as to what the princess meant. He did not accept everything Li wrote to him, he always found a formulation that suited his nature. They discussed disagreements when she leaned back against his chest at night. But he was quite sure that he ruled better now, with the princess at his side. And almost every day he wondered whether she could have supported him even better as Empress. Whenever he started talking about it, the first thing she told him was how many months it was until her 30th birthday. In those moments, he was annoyed that he had postponed the decision until that day. He was annoyed from the start, because it would have been better to make her his Empress right away and if he wanted to get rid of her, he could have her head chopped off, she wouldn't be the first. Or banish her to a distant province.
Emperor Teng knew full well that Master Bo Lai had posted his palace guard out of earshot because the princess wanted to be alone with him. He had talked to her about it, of course, and it wasn't sexual prudery, but she wanted to talk to him freely and informally without the whole court overhearing. He thought her arguments were right and therefore allowed it. And Master Bo Lai had enough natural authority to make himself heard and obeyed. Unfortunately, Princess Li did not relinquish her personal bodyguard; the Emperor would have immediately enlisted him as a general.
Teng especially respected the solitary warrior's absolute discretion. He envied the tenacity with which Lai beat the tree stump every midday. The man was more effective with his stick than a swordsman in armor and sword. More than once he had eyewitnesses tell him the story of how Bo Lai, armed only with his stick, had prevented a horde of rebels from entering the favorite's chambers during the reign of the Mongol Empress dowager. The number of dead that he piled up above the staircase varied between 20, 25 and 30. Even if it was only 20, all respect! No one should piss this man off, by all the gods!
Emperor Teng saw the day of decision approaching. He really couldn't explain in detail why he couldn't marry the princess, couldn't make her Empress. It just seemed wrong to him. Sexually, she was a real bombshell, he had no doubt about that. She was smart, educated, clever and very empathetic towards the people. She would rather bite her tongue off than ally herself with the snake pit of the court. Which was not to say that she was not clever at the game of snakes and excellent at lying and deceiving in order to lure an enemy to the abyss and send him tumbling into it with a single kick. Teng admired her, for she soon had no enemies worth mentioning, she had destroyed them without poison or dagger. She even won in his eyes when she doggedly and not at all squeamishly learned swordplay for three years. But Emperor Teng was not afraid of the day, he had thought of a way out, at least he thought so, and he whistled a little song with a smile, our smart Emperor, our clever Teng.
A Farewell
"Tomorrow is our last night, Princess," said Teng, giving Princess Li an emotional hug. "I will miss you very much and think to myself time and time again, oh, if only I had made you my Empress!" Li fell silent and snuggled into his arms. "You had every chance of giving me an heir to the throne and getting me to make you Empress. But you weren't, it's not in your character to force someone to love you." He wondered whether he should say the following. "Your heart belongs to someone else, whoever that is. I've always felt it and held you close to me anyway. You gave me my three most beautiful years, you were my warming body, my fiery lover and my wisest advisor. You have made me a better Emperor and my people owe you their deepest gratitude and respect." He embraced her warmly. "This night and one more, and I will bid you a tearful farewell. Master Jin, who visits the blond girls for a day and a night every month as ordered to teach them all the rules, events and the state of our people during the day and makes a real manly effort at night, told me that the girls were heartbroken and called us barbarians because of our 30‐year‐rule. I helped Master Jin onto the horse myself, as the good man was completely exhausted from the night with the girls. The girls keep crying and hitting me on the upper arms for rejecting you, I may say what I like. They don't know that you can't hit an Emperor, they cry and insult me in their own language." The Emperor was very thoughtful, "Perhaps I should pull myself together and take you as Empress, even if my soul is reluctant, because it knows that I could never fulfill your soul." The princess stroked his cheek and wiped away his tears. "I have loved you, noble Lord, as you deserve. I have always been yours, for I have felt and enjoyed your love with my whole body. Do not be sad, you will take a beautiful, graceful and passionate 13–year–old as your next favorite, as you and an Emperor deserve." They both fell silent as the night drew to a close.
The next day, the Emperor led the princess into a vault where the three chests of the three Emperors were kept. She opened the fourth, her iron box in which she kept the fortunes of the dead Emperors, while he unlocked the other three. They took a step back from the open boxes. "You are rich, my princess, gold, silver and rare jewels. You can build a palace half the size of mine with them!" Li smiled and took his arm. "I would only build myself a palace half the size of your half palace, high Lord. But I would run a real stream through my bedroom, so I wouldn't have to walk naked and indecently across the courtyard to the stream. No, I would let my hand glide in the water and caress the trouts, I would clean myself in the clear water before and after fucking and drown my lover in the stream if he fucked me miserably." Emperor Teng said he didn't know about this thought, otherwise he would have tamed a stream for her. Princess Li laughed finely, "My Lord, you would have denied your guards the most beautiful sight, they would not have seen the naked princess pining and coveting as she walked across the courtyard every morning, the most covetous among them would not have run after me to the stream where I had them fucked in the water, laughing and full of pride. No, this love to water came from my uncle, Master Tschan." Teng looked at her questioningly.
"My dear mother, who some called the princess with outspread wings because she was available to any man, taught me from an early age the indecent vice of masturbation, to which I fell hopelessly addicted as a child. Every night I would lie next to her warm body, whether she had a lover or not, and masturbated with lust until I fell asleep. I learned how to fuck while watching and experienced my father's rage when he learned that my father was the Prince of Ma'ang, one of your noble family, my Lord! I came to Uncle Tschan and first learned from him that it was very indecent to masturbate alone and for one's own pleasure only. Decent and modest girls only masturbate while fucking, and never alone, just for sexual pleasure. Therefore, old girls and older women who could not get a man on their mat were considered immoral and indecent because everyone saw them masturbating at the roadside. How often do you see old girls and widows masturbating sadly alone on the side of the road, which wasn't offensive, yet only rarely did someone bend down to fuck the unfortunate woman out of pity. Uncle Tschan was horrified that I only bathed once in ten days and immediately had a stream diverted through his garden. I learned how important it was to bathe in the stream at least once a day, he would happily fuck me in the stream when I was bleeding or he wanted to be careful on my fertile days. I got my love of water from my time with Uncle Tschan."
Emperor Teng considered her assets. She would need two pack mules, tomorrow, he thought. The princess asked if he would keep it faithfully for her, she could no more use it now than the pack mules. He nodded and later, when he was in his study, he had the scribe draw up a document. He would be as bound by his word as his successors, he said as he handed Li the document. He was an honorable man, the Emperor Teng.
He drank tea with the princess in the rose garden. She shrugged casually, not yet knowing where she was going tomorrow. She was much more concerned that he chose a good favorite. She knew most of the girls who had been presented to him and she spoke her mind openly and bluntly. Most of them could be safely discarded because they were just puppets of calculating parents or puppeteers. He smiled and nodded at each name because he had already guessed it and was reassured and confirmed in his judgment. He listened very attentively as the princess spoke of the last handful. They were noble mares from good stables, one more special than the other. Some would have ties to other high–ranking families, and an Emperor had to keep an eye on such political interests. There were also some whose sexual reputation preceded them like sparks in a forest fire. The princess had no preference among them; it was ultimately up to the Emperor to decide which one he preferred. She would wait a while, a trial period, before making a decision and shortlist several. The Emperor smiled, "I have already decided to accept all of them you have counted on your fingers into my women's house. I will fuck them all, without exception, if only for my pleasure. They will help me get over the fact that I sacrificed my favorite and not this stupid law. My attitude that I do not need an Empress has not changed to this day."
The princess smiled politely when he talked about her. She, of course, had no lover that she was even considering. He smiled and raised a finger. "One," he said. He didn't have as many suitors on hand for her as she had for him, there was only one whose courtship he took seriously. Just one. "Don't keep me in suspense, my love," the princess said in a flat voice, "the term courtship tells me that you have already spoken to him. I cannot, for the life of me, imagine who would dare to speak to the Emperor and Lord of his love for me, or even ask for my hand in marriage." She paused, startled, and put her hand over her mouth. There was only one man during these four years whose gaze had struck her heart and clit like a bolt of lightning. Teng watched her very carefully. "You know it, you know him. You don't want to say his name. Write his name in the sand with the fan and cover it with the fan. Let's play this as a guessing game, we both like it!" Li wrote in the sand and put the fan over it. "You can't possibly know," she said, but her heart was racing like a dozen gazelles.
The New Lord
Teng waited until she had finished, took her hands and looked her firmly in the eyes. "General Pyi, the prince of Ma'ang, asks for your hand." The Emperor saw in her eyes that she had guessed. He bent down and picked up the fan. He looked into her shining eyes. "Can I tell my friend that you're accepting it?" he asked, knowing at the same time that she needed time. She didn't have time, she would be leaving the palace tomorrow.
"I read in your behavior that it is fine with you too," Li said in a flat voice, clutching his arm. He stroked her cheek and kissed the top of her head. "I've known Pyi since childhood, we were best friends until he became general and I became Emperor, after which we each had our hands full. But he's worthy of you, I couldn't think of anyone better." Everything was said, and after a while she said she now knew where she was going tomorrow. He nodded, "I'll let him know that he'll give you a proper reception tomorrow!" They chatted for a while as all these threads intersected. He and Pyi were distant cousins, Pyi was related to Uncle Chan, and he was her late father's youngest brother. She said that Pyi couldn't take her as his wife because of their close bloodline, but she could become one of his concubines. He smiled, "Pyi was not and is not married and has no concubines. He is a soldier in heart and soul, he has had enough with the wives and daughters of his enemies and the vanquished. He has even less experience with marriage, and you will have to teach him a great deal. I would never leave you to a wild tiger like Pyi unless I was sure you could ride that tiger. And I hope you don't turn him into a purring kitten, I need every general."
The princess said goodbye to any and all of the court, the councillors and the servants, anyone she liked. She said goodbye to the blubbering Danes, probably the most emotional farewell ever. Bo Lai nodded to her that the general's palanquin was outside the gate. Two servants were leading the two packhorses with their belongings. She looked from the door to the empty, swept–clean room where she had lived for the last 16 years. Then she followed Lai to the gate. The Emperor had come to the gate and pulled her into a door alcove. Hugging her in public would be unseemly, they kissed long and hard. He wished her well, and anyway, she was only 5 streets away, they would meet at will. The palanquin was accompanied by around 20 cavalrymen, but they did not stop under the gate, but in the courtyard garden. Pyi, dressed in festive attire, helped her out of the palanquin and led her under a parasol. She waited anxiously, Lai had ordered the servants to take care of the luggage and sat down on a stone bench a little apart. He didn't take his eyes off Li and her new Master for a second.
"My heart wanted to burst with happiness when Teng sent me his messenger, dear sister." Li realized that he knew about their close relationship. "Teng had added a handwritten note to the scribe's impeccable handwriting, perhaps he didn't want to entrust it to the scribe. He wrote that if I wanted to make you my Princess, he would set everything in motion." General Pyi, about the same height as herself or Teng, athletically fit and the same age as the Emperor, around 40, had a pleasant appearance, a friendly face and yet radiated the aura of a strong warrior. Li immediately felt these signs, the jubilation of her heart, the heat in her pussy and the longing in her clit. She smiled very kindly at him. "The Emperor didn't say anything about princesses, he just thought I would fit in quite well with your wives, concubines and conquered cunts."
The general's mouth was open in confusion, only then did he notice the mischief in her eyes. He laughed amiably. "Teng warned me about your amiable little pranks months ago. I'm sitting there with my mouth hanging open, seriously wondering what kind of prank my cousin has been playing on you." He slapped his thigh, laughing, then poured some chilled fruit juice. They drank and he continued. "There's a reason why I'm receiving you here in the garden. I want you to get to know me a little and be able to decide for yourself whether you enter my house, our house, or get back into the palanquin after a friendly visit. That decision is yours, dear sister. I'm not buying you like a pound of meat at the market. That's not who I am, that's not how I see you." She liked his words. She asked him to tell her about himself.
He had grown up in the princely house of Ma'ang, surrounded from an early age by teachers who diligently trained him in writing, literature, history, flora and fauna, astronomy, the laws and governance, because his father, a great commander who commanded 100 generals, wanted to open his eyes to the whole world, as he did for every son. He could just as easily become the Emperor one day or end up as a bookworm. At 12, the princess with the open butterfly wings turned him into a man, which made a great impression on him. "So, my mother, General!" interjected Li. He nodded knowingly and continued. The eldest brother, her biological father, had got him teachers to teach him the craft of war. He was good at it, he trained hard and after his father died with honor, the new prince, his brother, brought him into the military. He climbed the ladder without using his connections, he wanted to earn every promotion himself. He was tough as steel, invincible and his men loved him and followed him into the thick of battle with wildly determined shouts. He had taught the robber gangs in Wu‐Dan‐Shan to fear him in the last 10 years. But there were still many gangs on the move, harassing the country folk. He was all the more saddened that Emperor Teng had not entrusted him with fighting the gangs months ago and had asked him in private to prepare for the post of Minister of War. He had bowed deeply and obeyed his Master without argument. They had known each other since their earliest youth, they were best friends among the princely sons who had been trained together by the best teachers in Ma'ang. Teng was with him at the court of the princess with the open butterfly wings, who made the two tots a man, one after the other. "We treated your mother with great respect because she was the first to take us seriously, she patiently and magnanimously taught us how to fuck all afternoon, even though she was so exhausted by the evening that she could no longer stand." After that he and Teng had fucked all the girls together and they had fraternally fucked all the servant maids, all the neighbor's daughters and every honorable Lady, even the most faithful, shy and chaste, together, that was a matter of honor! They didn't give a damn about the rumors, they laid every girl, every respectable wife and every sweet woman and widow in town on their mat. They only broke up when he joined the military at 17 and Teng was ordered to the palace. He was only a few months back from the last campaign, he had fallen in love with Princess Li like never before when he gave her the prince's sword.
She was just as straightforward in character as Pyi, she told him everything that didn't expose anyone else. She had slept with her mother, the princess with the open butterfly wings, until the age of 12, and her mother had taught her to masturbate when she was about 4, without telling her how immoral and indecent it was. She had always watched them fuck, because her mother made no secret of it. She also had several good teachers who mainly taught her to read and write and spent hours debating philosophical and fictional works with the child. At 12, there was a terrible row and the previous father raged because her biological father was the young prince of Ma'ang, your brother. Her mother saved her life and gave her to Uncle Tschan. He deflowered the sweet 12–year–old on the very first night and fucked her daily until she was ordered to become Emperor's maiden at the age of 15. Uncle Tschan, a great scholar, trained her 15 hours a day in many spheres over the 3 years and she became the Emperor's concubine for ten years. He was poisoned, the murderous Empress dowager and her murderous companion chancellor were assassinated by patriots within 14 days and the 17–year–old prince became Emperor. He kept her as his concubine, but he too was murdered. The new Emperor Teng beheaded the murderer, Minh's chancellor, with his own hands. She remained with Emperor Teng to this day. The Emperor loved it from time to time, when his concubines showed him lesbian love, and she liked to join in only to please him. He wanted to watch her masturbating and she obeyed, knowing well that it was her shame to masturbate in front of him. General Pyi was silent for a long time and thoughtfully, then thanked her for her openness. She didn't know if there was a hint of irony in that, but she didn't think it was important to mention every little flirtation or the fucking with the guard soldiers at the morning bath, for example, it didn't say anything about her, her life story or her character, sexually it certainly didn't.
Pyi looked over at Lai. "Your servant won't let us out of his sight for a second, don't you think?" She placed her hand on his arm. "Pyi, my dear brother, this is Master Bo Lai, he's my personal bodyguard and it'll take at least an earthquake engulfing us or the sky falling over us for him to look away for a second." The general smiled. "Here we are in one of the safest houses in the city, what am I saying, the whole kingdom, talking about mothers getting fucked to exhaustion by 12 year olds and teachers trying to explain to the spoiled bastards of rich families why the apples always fall to the ground and never up to the clouds, but your faithful servant won't budge an inch and guards us." The princess laughed and the prince joined in.
She beckoned Lai to come over. He glided over. "Lord Pyi, I would like you to meet my bodyguard, Master Bo Lai." The prince nodded in greeting. "Bo Lai, I can see that you are a trained fighter and will not let your Mistress out of your sight for a moment, as a good man should." Bo Lai looked briefly into Li's eyes and she noticed the mischief in them. "My Lord, that's right, I do my duty with all seriousness, as I have learned to do. I am like her shadow and never leave her side, except when she is pissing, pooping or crouching behind a bush to masturbate in between!" Lai's expression was unmoved and Princess Li burst out laughing. The prince took a blink longer and also laughed out loud. Lai smiled at him. "Forgive me, noble Lord, you were both so serious in your conversation, I wanted to loosen you up a little bit." The prince bowed his head again briefly, "You are no ordinary servant, Master Bo, I can see that. Tell me, may I take a closer look at your cane, just out of curiosity?" Lai bowed and handed him his fighting stick with downcast eyes. "My stick, my Lord, my little stick!"
Pyi took the stick and whistled through his teeth in surprise. "I've only ever seen fighting sticks like this one in the Kingdom of Qin, the Kingsguard carry them. They are better with them than others are with swords." His fingers explored the weapon very carefully. He looked at Lai who was still bowing. "Rise, Master Bo, am I right?" Lai straightened up, "I come from the land of Qin, I was trained for the royal guard and I made my weapon myself like everyone else." This was news even to Li. The prince nodded approvingly. "Stone wood, hollowed out and bronze cast inside. Both ends are edged with two iron rings, but this one has four. And the two ends are not common either." Lai's eyes lit up, an expert at last! "I have carved soft pieces of porous oak cork bark at the ends, so it can't be heard on the smooth marble floor of the palace. However, the King of Qin wants to hear where his men are standing. Emperor Teng knew where I was at all times, and if others don't know, it's a strategic advantage." Pyi swung the stick a few times and Lai grabbed the stick in flight. "Don't hurt yourself, my Lord, the blows can be fatal!"
Pyi laughed loudly and handed the stick back to Lai. "Emperor Teng once had a courtier tell the anecdote at table that during the riots at the time of the Mongol Empress dowager, the rebels stormed up the stairs to the women's house to ravish the favorites. However, a man with a stick stopped them and chased them away, leaving 20 dead bodies behind, which the man piled up in front of him, laughing loudly. The criminals took a dozen injured people with them, who didn't have a single unbroken bone left in their bodies. Haven't you also heard of this legend, Master Bo?"
The princess nudged Lai in the side. Lai put on a troubled expression. "I was always allowed to accompany my Emperor to the countryside when the princess traveled with him. Of course, I always sat on the lowest steps leading to the bedchambers and sang my throat hoarse when the screams had to be drowned out when the princess drove the poor Lord mad with her pussy or her lips. I heard the peasants and servants tell each other the story that the Emperor's women's house was guarded by a terrible monster who killed 37 men at once and piled up their corpses. Come on, the monster roared, come on, these few people are still too few for my breakfast. They had fled headlong, leaving 37 dead men behind. And what did I learn from that? On the one hand, that courtiers can't count and, out of sheer envy, belittle the deeds of an honest man so as not to look too bad themselves. And on the other hand, that farmers and servants can count their cattle accurately, even when they see monsters and evil spirits where there are none."
"I know exactly what you're talking about, brave Bo! My enviers rush to the Emperor and report that I have driven off a handful of robbers. I once brought the robbers' corpses to the Emperor in a long line of horse–drawn carts and demanded that the false messengers bury them with their own hands. How I and my warriors laughed when the fine gentlemen scratched their delicate hands bloody with pick and shovel! I appreciate the fact that a warrior does not allow his victory to be belittled, Master Bo! You should have seen Emperor Teng, Master Bo, he almost fell off his folding chair with laughter, because seeing his high‐nosed courtiers sweating gave him immense satisfaction. We drank wine, Master Teng and I, and cheered the weaklings on to carry on diligently, the dead would no longer threaten them. Never again did the Emperor receive and accept reports other than mine."
The princess drank her fruit juice and asked Pyi how things were in the palace at the moment; she had accompanied the Emperor months ago, who borrowed some of the general's weapons to give gifts to out–of–town guests. The palace was practically empty and deserted, with no furniture, tables or cushions to linger on. And the dust and dirt revealed that only soldiers lived here. The general was devastated. He knew how neglected the beautiful palace was. However, he had had a wing prepared for the princess, the servants had spent weeks scrubbing everything and 50 beautiful cushions and some new mats had been hastily borrowed from the imperial palace. He hoped that the princess would make the rooms as comfortable and cozy as she wanted. He was a soldier and his only luxury was sometimes a tent and a campfire, that was all a soldier needed. The princess nodded, "Open your coffers, my lord, for I will certainly not live like a beggar!" Pyi assured her that she could order the best and most expensive things; if necessary, he would rob the robbers in the Wu‐Dan‐Shan when his silver ran out. Lai had withdrawn again and the prince and princess continued chatting. She said he could let the palanquin return to the palace, she was ready to enter his house. Pyi breathed a sigh of relief and spun around in a dance of joy.
She had a few more requests, not to say demands. She had brought her own servants with her, two girls and two small boys. A room was to be prepared for them, for all four of them, as the girls were used to the boys warming their blankets. She had asked Emperor Teng to let her keep the two cooks she had borrowed. The Emperor had reluctantly granted it for the first few weeks, because good cooks were hard to find. Pyi nodded in agreement to pay the Emperor a reasonable sum to buy the cooks and to set up the kitchen according to the cooks' instructions. "You don't know how much I've been looking forward to you taking charge of the house and turning it into a comfortable, luxurious palace where I can entertain Emperor Teng myself, dear sister." The princess asked if she was dealing with a housekeeper or a house dragon, but he smiled broadly. He had paid off the three old women and thrown them out; a new general should not have to deal with old, grumpy sergeants. He had set aside the largest bedroom for her and had followed Teng's advice to prepare a room in the anteroom for her bodyguard. She beamed, because it was perfect. She noticed his look and said blushingly that if she was cold, Lai would warm her mat, and that is so, by the gods, my dear brother. He thanked her for her honesty, he would have no objection to her rewarding her faithful servant. She nodded mutely, then murmured that only true love could reward his service.
A servant appeared, the cooks were ready and asked for the meal. She stood up, took Pyi's hands and looked him in the eye. "I enter your house, our house, and will serve you faithfully, dear brother!" He hugged her and escorted her into the great hall. It was indeed clean and the marble gleamed; a few tables bearing the imperial stamp had been found and fine cushions laid out. The general liked the food and said that the cooks were now engaged on duty, period. He knew that Li rarely drank; they sat together for a long time over wine, fruit juices and sweets. She was impressed by how educated the fierce warrior was and let him escort her to her bedroom.
She enjoyed his hugs and kisses, he was certainly no slouch. They fucked greedily and passionately and she whispered that he reminded her of Uncle Tschan, who also had a magnificent meaty cock and was a great fucker. She nodded as he continued to fuck her in her orgasm and asked if she wanted to masturbate herself to another orgasm. He fucked her hard and with powerful thrusts and only squirted after her second orgasm. They embraced tightly for a long time and assured each other that they would devote enough time to love and passion. He would be traveling a lot during the day in the palace and preparing for the Ministry of War, the current Minister of War had already served five Emperors and was completely exhausted, he helped Pyi wherever he could. She would begin restoring the palace immediately and furnish it later. It was already around midnight when Pyi left. She called Lai to her and snuggled up to her lover. "I have poured the Lord pure wine that you will lie with me at night and guard my sleep. A loving servant was a thousand times more valuable than one who was only paid. I am 30 and want to lie with my lover, whether in the palace or in the stables." They whispered for a while longer, she reported that Pyi had a nice big meat cock like Uncle Tschan and fucked just as well. She was very confident that they would be fine with Master Pyi. Lai said serving a true warrior and professional was easy for him, he would keep all the fake courtiers away from her.
She began restoring the palace like a whirlwind. Two weeks later Ayla, Pyi's youngest sister, arrived, all his brothers had fallen, Pyi was now the prince. The princess invited Ayla to tea and took the time to get to know her master's favorite sister. Ayla was a pretty girl, 23 years old, delicate and shy. But she was a woman who knew that she had to take what she wanted. She was open and honest with Li from the start, they came from the same blood, they were little sister and big sister.
Ayla slept with her servants until she was 12 years old, they taught her to masturbate immorally and indecently without a husband and the child fell into the sinful vice lock, stock and barrel. She had a sharp steel fingernail made which she put on her finger when masturbating and during orgasm she pricked her hymen so that it became scarred and hard as leather. When she was 12, she decided to lie with her beloved brother and let him take her virginity. He failed because of the leather–like hymen and a servant had to cut it away partially with scissors and Ayla shooed the servant away. Now Pyi took the little sister's virginity and since then she fucked him every night when he was at home.
When Pyi was on patrol or cutting off the heads of enemies, Ayla let the young pages, aged 12 and 13, into her bed. Three or four boys frolicked on her mat and took turns fucking her while she masturbated. She had obeyed Pyi that this was the only legitimate way to masturbate. They frolicked on her mat and grew older together. At 16, she took worshipper after worshipper to bed, but she forbade them to squirt inside under penalty of punishment. She set up an hourglass and anyone who could fuck her for 30 minutes received a gold coin as a reward. Many strong boys barely made it, they pulled their cock out in time and were allowed to fuck and squirt in the servant girls pussy who was lying with them, masturbating Ayla. Princess Li and Ayla laughed at the top of their lungs when Ayla described how her lover, eyes wide with fear, pulled out his cock after the first full jet and squeezed it with his fingers so as not to squirt to the four winds, but instead searched for the servant's pussy hole, panting. Ayla, who had a fierce lesbian inclination, forced him to fuck the servant again properly and masturbated the girl very hard, she loved to be dominant.
The story with the 7‐finger‐stallion was funny. This admirer fucked Ayla to the point of madness, but he squirted all his juice into the screaming girl. She had one of his fingers chopped off as a deterrent. The 9‐finger‐stallion tried his luck again, he fucked great and the princess screamed in orgasm, but again he failed and squirted his juice in wide, firm jets into the screaming girl. He had to sacrifice another finger without losing his fighting spirit. The 8‐finger‐stallion entered the competition, he fucked the masturbating girl to madness again, squirted and lost another finger. However, the servants never allowed the 7‐Finger‐Stallion to compete again, Ayla had forbidden it. Princess Li wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes.
Ayla took up silk embroidery at the age of 16. The ladies of the court wore plain–colored silk capes or ones with hideous geometric shapes that spilled Japanese fashion into the realm of Heavens. Ayla, on the other hand, fantasized about dragons, the revered Fire Spirit of Heavens while masturbating. She practiced for two years and burned the designs. Then she created a cape for a Lady–in–Waiting that blew everyone away. A fiery red silk cloak adorned with a Three–Meter–Tall Fire–Breathing golden dragon. When the lady wrapped the cloak around her body, the dragon clutched her naked breasts possessively. A murmur now went through the court, all the ladies, young and old, wanted such a magnificent dragon, they were determined to bare their breasts and to have the dragon's claws dig deep into their bare breasts. Pyi recognized the artist, she employed 4 or 5 embroiderers to do the large–scale work. Pyi set the hefty prices, at least the embroiderers were to be paid handsomely.
Ayla climbed to the top, using her masturbation fantasies in the embroidery. The dragon fucked the wearer of the cape. His head no longer nestled tenderly against the wearer's neck, he arched his mighty fire–breathing head back into her neck, roaring in orgasm. His mighty human–like cock was twitching in a lifelike cunt, which could be seen under horny ass cheeks made of white clouds. When the wearer of the cape moved, the dragon moved too and fucked the clouds. The ladies paid astronomical prices at the auction of the dragon capes, which Ayla had invented and which still exist to this day. Her treasure chest filled up and overflowed. The best embroiderers were allowed to decorate the edging, all 827 sexual positions adorned the edges as miniatures, tiny dragons fucked tiny naked girls in passion. Even Emperor Teng ordered a sinful cape 5 meters long as a gift for the Empress of the Emperor of Nihon and the ambassador reported that the Japanese Ladies–in–Waiting almost fainted. In Japan, they were not so permissive with fucking and the waves only gradually smoothed out when the ladies of the Japanese court also wore fucking dragons around their bodies, their claws digging into their shamefully exposed bare breasts.
The Japanese ambassador often visited Ayla, as the distinguished japanese ladies secretly gave him designs or descriptions of kinky embroideries. She made everything possible and secretly rejoiced when she could make it just that little bit kinkier. She had learned that the wealthy Japanese women were not naked under their dresses like even the noblest Chinese women, but wore a kind of loincloth as a last line of defense. The ambassador gladly brought her some as samples. The longer ones were for everyday wear, the shorter ones for love rendezvous. Ayla sent for the youngest embroiderer, who had to strip naked and the young attaché tied several loincloths around her, one at a time. Ayla understood the function. The attaché said that the longer ones were made of cotton or coarse linen because the ladies wiped themselves with the ends after pissing. The shorter ones were made of smooth linen or silk, but fashionably cut.
Ayla told the attaché to undress and stay in front of the pussy, she knelt next to the embroiderer with the measuring stick. He, like all the Japanese men she had fucked, had a boyishly shaped little cock. Ayla rubbed the cock briefly to make it hard. The ambassador looked at the wallpaper, it was unseemly to look openly. Ayla pretended to measure the correct lengths and distances, in reality she had been bickering with the girl that very morning because the girl came to fuck far too rarely. It was a rogue play that Ayla had come up with spontaneously. She pushed his cock into her pussy hole, fast, faster and really fast. The Attaché squirted comfortably. Ayla measured back and forth again, then grabbed the cock and pushed it in and out vigorously. He was obviously very hungry, as was the girl, but she didn't dare to masturbate. She trembled and quivered towards her orgasm. Ayla tried to delay his squirting until she was finished orgasming, then she did it very quickly and made him squirt.
His cock remained stiff and she pushed it in deep to give him a minute's rest. Ayla had long since put the measuring stick aside and was only concerned with pushing the cock in and out. The ambassador was distracted by the wallpaper and Ayla sensed that the young man was about to squirt. She let go of his cock and murmured, "you can keep going or stop, as you like!" The attaché whispered to the girl, "do you still want to?" and she whispered back, "can you still?" He hurried to whisper, "yes, of course, I haven't squirted yet!" She breathed, "do you want to squirt?" Ayla looked up, his thin cock was still in her pussy. He whispered, "I want to squirt again, absolutely!" The girl was actually already satisfied after her orgasm, but she breathed, "We can't make any noise, so hurry up and squirt, it's not dangerous today!" He didn't seem to notice her refusal and fucked silently, only his ass cheeks swinging back and forth. The girl became hot and aroused again, but she didn't dare to masturbate. Ayla was annoyed by this and rubbed her clit. As he gripped the girl's ass cheeks tighter, Ayla triggered the girl's orgasm, seconds later he squirted with a pleasant smile. The two got dressed, the young lad made a Japanese bow, just from the hip joint, and the blushing girl ran out at a hint from Ayla. She asked the ambassador to give her a month time.
The Empress of Japan cried out in surprise when she saw Ayla's erotic, sometimes kinky loincloths. The ambassador brought a batch of orders every other day, with kinky and very kinky designs. 50 embroiderer girls toiled away, it had paid off to give the empress the horny pieces. The news spread like wildfire through the Japanese court, to the patrician houses and to the other cities. Ayla paid the embroiderers even better and the tills were ringing, Japan paid in gold and silver.
Ayla became pregnant by Pyi, she almost exploded in sexual hunger. She masturbated incessantly while her lovers were now allowed to fuck her unreservedly. She lay with Pyi every night and begged Big Sister not to exhaust Brother Pyi completely. Princess Li hugged her with tears in her eyes, she was so proud of Little Sister who bore the fruit of her dear Master. Princess Ayla gave birth to a beautiful, healthy boy and named him Long, the dragon. Prince Long was recognized by imperial decree as the legitimate progenitor and heir to the throne of the House of Ma'ang. Emperor Teng wrote in the decree that an unnamed prince of Ma'ang and Princess Ayla of Ma'ang were the legitimate parents. Ayla bathed Long and took his big meat cock of the Ma'angs into her mouth, she sucked and licked the baby, the child and the boy until he learned to squirt into her mouth at 9. She made him a man at 9 and he fucked her every night until he was appointed to the palace at 24. At 30, he ascended the Throne of Heavens as Emperor Long, he was a good and popular Emperor who reformed the legal system and promised justice to all Chinese regardless of their origin. He ruled for 50 years, brutally destroying the robber gangs of the Wu‐Dan‐Shan and having half the population wiped out. Only a few robbers remained as pirates on the coasts, but they were disempowered and insignificant. The people called Emperor Long the Emperor of a Thousand Maidens, and the court archives counted 834 bastards when he died. But let's turn back the clock and let Emperor Long still be a baby.
The Minister of War
Pyi was very happy with Princess Li, who made his palace shine like the imperial palace. He held banquets just to be admired and envied for his favorite. Emperor Teng embraced his friend Pyi in public and was happy to appoint him as the new Minister of War. The Emperor organized a lavish banquet to bid farewell to the old, ever faithful Minister of War. The entire court and their wives or favorites were invited, and the marble Hall of Heaven was full to bursting. With the old, almost deaf guest of honor beside him, Emperor Teng stood up and delivered a four–hour speech to the guest of honor. Everyone fell silent to catch every word, or broke into thunderous applause when the Emperor smiled and uttered a kinky line. The old man just nodded, waved gratefully and sent kisses to the very revealingly dressed ladies, who undressed rather than dressed on the orders of the court. Let us listen to Teng's speech.
The Minister of War had made a name for himself as a young aristocrat when, fighting as a general in the front line, he defeated the Mongols in the north so devastatingly that they went into hiding for a hundred years. He triumphantly entered the imperial city of Chang’an and was appointed Minister of War just days later, serving under 5 Emperors. A young man of 23, he quickly became the favorite of the court ladies, invincible in duels, knocking jealous husbands unconscious and slaying serious enemies and ill–wishers with his sword. That was fine with the Emperor, they were all his enemies too, but an Emperor was not allowed to fight a duel except with a fencing master. The Emperor was happy with him, the cabinet members were happy with him too, because despite his youth he was as wise and clever as a scholar, the military were happy with him too, because he looked after his men as if they were brothers. And the ladies, Emperor Teng smirked and muffled his voice, the ladies tore around him, not infrequently there were more than just scratches when they fought like furies for his mat. It was clear that he could not only bring Mongols to their knees, no, even the most chaste, faithful and graceful wives went to their knees to lick his baton. He got them all, the Holy Women and Nuns as well as the wives and daughters of ministers and court officials. Even in the imperial women's house, he was allowed to scurry about on the mats when the Emperor had no time for his ladies. He was, Emperor Teng said with a kinky smile, the good spirit of the court, who put a dreamy smile on the ladies' faces and populated the court with many bastards. The audience leapt to their feet in loud applause and the last ladies bared their breasts as the Emperor spared no expense with his hearty words and salted jokes. The Emperor raised his voice and continued.
The third Emperor was in over his head and asked him to join him in a private audience. Only the old Imperial Chancellor was allowed to be present. The Emperor forbade the young man to fuck the Holy Women and he nodded in humiliation. He was no longer allowed to fuck the Nuns either, he nodded humbly. The Emperor cleared his throat, the ladies in the imperial women's house had only him as their master, the young man became sad, but he nodded humbly. The Emperor drank a cup of wine to clear his throat at length. The Empress, the graceful one, was his wife and consort, she was completely taboo for him from now on, the Emperor stammered. She was not there for fucking, the lovely Empress, she had given birth to a progenitor and the heir to the throne, so, as he had already said, she was not there for fucking, she was a sacred symbol for the people, so she was not there for fucking, at least not any more, not again. He had to stay away from her bedchamber, no matter how much he itched to fuck the Empress. He was no longer allowed to cross her door threshold unless she called him, because that would be an imperial order. Tears streamed down the young minister's cheeks, but he was an obedient soldier and promised the Emperor before he was allowed to leave. He obediently avoided the Holy Women, lowered his eyes before the Nuns and walked past in silence. He avoided the imperial women's quarters and looked down humbly when a concubine tried to seduce him. He no longer visited the horny Empress and she anxiously asked the chancellor if the handsome boy was ill? Emperor Teng looked sternly around, one can become a traitor, even with the best of intentions. The court ducked their heads, what was the Emperor trying to say?
He saw their confusion and continued. The Chancellor bowed to the Empress and reported the Emperor's order. "If it is nothing more!" she exclaimed and sent for the young man. Here I must tell you more about this Empress, dear friends, said Emperor Teng, she was quite wrongly described as the Fucking Booness of Heavens. But she was a saint, I say. She had been taught from an early age that modest and decent girls do not masturbate alone, just for pleasure, but only when fucking like honest and modest Chinese women. The child nodded and ordered her playmates to fuck her, because she loved orgasms and masturbating. She became Empress according to the program, gave the Emperor a progenitor and heir to the throne and the Emperor dropped her, she was locked up in the golden cage. She didn't care, many many lovers fucked her when she felt like masturbating. She was in the mood every long day. She resided in her bed, on a hundred silk cushions and palavered with her affairs, admirers and lovers.
The gods fought among themselves, they pelted the land with hailstorms, cloudbursts and floods. The spirits with the pitch–black souls rubbed their hands as the game fled from the forests, the hail killed the cattle, the whirlwinds tore the barns apart and the wheat was swept away by the floods. The people went hungry and starved, pine cones were eaten, pine needles were boiled and children chewed the leather of sandals. The good spirits and the peaceful gods kissed the goodness in the Empress's heart awake. If she had lived a very superficial life up to now and only cared about being fucked and masturbated, the goddesses opened her eyes. She was horrified that the people were starving, that they were dying like flies. She stamped her foot, shouted her throat hoarse and shook up the sluggish servants. She bought up all the rice reserves, she set up canteen kitchens in the imperial city and in the suburbs. She sold all her jewelry and sent her people across the borders, to the end of the world on the Mekong River, and they bought wagonloads of rice, poultry and fish so that the starving could have a bowl of rice and a piece of meat or fish. She went to the Emperor's treasury. "If your people starve out there," she shouted at the shivering Emperor, "you will soon have no people left, then you will be the Emperor of nothing, the Emperor of nothing at all!" The Emperor obeyed his enraged wife, opened his coffers and bought rice and poultry from the Mekong and beyond. The canteen kitchens smoked day in, day out and after half a year the famine was over. The country got back on its feet and the Empress devoted herself to her vice with satisfaction. But now we return to our dear minister.
He served 5 Emperors, he looked after the welfare of the soldiers and could justly demand that they bring the heads of our enemies to us on pikes. He was a good minister who used his resources wisely. He never accepted even the smallest copper coin, he was never corruptible, even the pleasures of fucking he acquired only as a private citizen and never allowed himself to be bribed with sexual pleasures, which I cannot say for too many of you.
I release him into his well–deserved retirement and now ask all the ladies to approach him and offer him their beautiful breasts so that he can say a proper farewell to your bodies, which he already has in sweet memory!
This was the Emperor's command and an unheard–of event in the Hall of Heaven. The women surrounded the old man, he had hundreds of breasts to fondle and kiss, and those women who were honest about their deeds offered him their pussies so that he could touch them for the last time. The Emperor had sat down and poured the wine down his dry throat. He had fulfilled the old man's last wish. He had added an annex to the old man's favorite brothel, where he would be bathed, oiled and perfumed every day before the sweetest girls in the establishment lay down with him and entertained him with music, dancing and raunchy poems and stories, doing everything that girls do. His greatest wish was to close his eyes in the arms of the most graceful odalisques and rush off to his ancestors.
Princess Li had sat next to Pyi and the Emperor, she had nothing to do with the old minister and offered him neither breasts nor body. But she had submitted to the ruling of the court and clad herself in a truly transparent nothingness, delighting in the approving glances of the gentlemen as well as some of the ladies. She had enjoyed the Emperor's lecture more than she had for a long time. She looked at her Lord Pyi, shining proudly in his new ministerial robes, and on the other side she held Ayla's hand, who had little Master Long on her knees. Inconspicuously and secretly, Ayla's fingers had followed the hem of her skirt, Ayla had not put on a top and her stiff nipples quivered with excitement as she secretly, carrying Li's hand with her, surrendered to the play of her fingers, quivering only slightly and trembling invisibly in climax. Li did everything she could to keep Ayla's secret. None but Ayla dared to masturbate in secret at the Emperor's banquet and only the death–defying Princess Li dared to caress Ayla's jewels in secret too. Only the Emperor noticed and smiled, he had to have Ayla for once!
Two years passed in silence, a debarked tree stump had been planted in the courtyard for Lai, where he fought with the stump for an hour every day at midday with his upper body bare. Li fought next to him, her upper body also bare, and practiced with her small sword, the Lightning in the Moonlight, as Pyi had named it. She believed Lai that only constant practice could familiarize one with the weapon, make it a real part of one's body. Day by day, Li felt the sword becoming one with her arm.
Ayla had grown up with her pregnancy and motherhood. She had set up four rooms as a workshop where 25 to 30 embroiderers produced the expensive silk capes. More than half of them went to the Nihon Empire; the fine Japanese woman of today owned at least one. Ayla paid the embroiderers very well and filled her own coffers. Who knows, maybe one day she would need money to buy Long the best teachers in the empire. She still lay with Pyi night after night, the boy at her breast. When Pyi was not there, her admirers and worshippers lay with her. Although she had been barren since her difficult birth, she had blossomed into a beauty like no other. Even Emperor Teng had invited her to dinner. Ayla may not have been as refined as his concubines, but she was full of graceful naturalness and unspoiled passion at fucking and clearly loved to masturbate all night.
The Campaign
Pyi conferred with his childhood friend Teng, who was his Emperor and Master. The dashing generals set off full of fighting spirit and returned as plucked chickens. The cheeky gangs from the province of Wu‐Dan‐Shan formed real armies and drew ever closer to the imperial city of Chang’an. Pyi was bursting with anger. The imperial army could not fail in the face of a bunch of filthy highwaymen! The brigands only wanted to rob, rape and collect tribute, they wanted no state, no Emperor, no peace. Pyi had made his decision, although Teng was against it. He left the ministry to a deputy and would lead his men, the imperial troops, against the gangs. He was exactly the right general for the job. Emperor Teng couldn't talk him out of it, the facts were all in Pyi's favor. He made him field marshal and let him choose the troops. Pyi observed the soldiers for 5 days and formed 3 detachments of 1,000 men each. He would call up the second and third divisions when he deemed it necessary.
Pyi had a private troop of about 40 men, all battle–hardened warhorses who followed his word and could command the first troop in pairs. The 40 men arrived at the palace and Princess Li objected. She was not prepared to wait here in the palace for her Master and brother. He was her only Master and her place was at his side and his place was on her mat. If he imagined she would take second–rate lovers as substitutes, he would be wrong, miles off the mark. Pyi hadn't imagined it this way and tried to escape it somehow. Oh, gods!
She would go with him, she would sleep in the tent like everyone else, eat bean stew and fight like all the soldiers when she spotted a raider. She had a sword and she would learn to ride. Pyi was perhaps a little arrogant when he was cornered by her. Okay, he said, if she could ride in 24 hours, she could come into battle. He knew how useless the city's riding instructors were and was sure of himself. Princess Li stormed out with flashing eyes, past his warriors, who couldn't explain why their general was getting involved in a shouting match with a girl. Li acted on impulse and dropped the apple she was holding. An old graybeard grabbed the apple in a flash and handed it to her. She didn't thank him, but grabbed him by the sleeve. "You're coming with me, we're going to the horses!" She set off, dragging him with her. Pyi had seen everything and knew immediately that she could ride tomorrow.
Pyi grabbed Lai by the sleeve. "Let her go, Master Bo, she's safe with him and I need you right now!" Lai hesitated only a blink of an eye, Master Pyi was right, the princess was in safe hands. He had already realized that these 40 guys were made of hard wood, maybe even steel. He followed Master Pyi, who led him to his famous weapons collection. "You will go where the princess goes, and I know that she will have learned to ride tomorrow. I alone know how deadly your stick is, but my guards do not. They will take you for a servant and have no respect for you, at least not until the first fight. My guardsmen all carry two swords, at least one dagger and a lance when mounted. They are steel hard murderers, Master Bo, and I would trust my life to any one of them. I beg you with all due respect, Master Bo, please choose a sword. Even if you don't use it, do so for the sake of my men's respect." Bo Lai immediately nodded in agreement, "You're right, General, I need a sword. May I choose it for myself?" Pyi nodded and went ahead. They walked past hundreds of swords and other weapons, Lai stopping here and there to cradle a sword in his hand. They had reached the end of the hall and Pyi looked at him questioningly. Lai said with a smile, "I have found a very good sword, but it has no weapon belt and no whetstone. So I need both to go with it." Pyi nodded in agreement, "Take, Master, take everything you need!" If he had thought that Lai had picked up the sword, he was mistaken. Lai moved quickly, "I don't want to waste your time." He picked up one or two weapon belts. "They're all gone," and put them back. He pulled out a weapon belt and unhooked the sword. "It's a cheap copy, the sword, but the weapon belt is solid, the leather firm and relatively new. The gemstones are frippery, should I break them out?" Pyi shook his head, that would be a waste of time, think of the stones as money that could be put to good use on a long ride. Lai put on the belt, it fitted him well. He opened the compartment for the whetstone, but it was empty. He stepped up to the wall shelf where hundreds of whetstones lay. He quickly found one that was still good and stowed it away in the compartment. Now he stepped out and walked purposefully to a shelf. He picked up the sword, which was light as a feather and of modest length. He drew it from the ornate scabbard, it was a Damascus blade. Pyi whistled through his teeth. "A good choice, a very good choice" he said, "it belonged to a mercenary from Constantinople who fell by my hand, but I cannot tell you where that kingdom is." Lai said he had read of the glorious imperial city in his youth, it was on a distant coast to the west where our ships could not go. "Blades like this, which are as if streaked with dark clouds, come from the kingdom of Damask, they are considered the best blades in the west. Flexible, razor–sharp and they rarely break." He examined the blade closely. "A day or two will be enough to sharpen it clean. It doesn't fit the belt exactly, I'll go to the weapons master with your permission and swing the hammer. It will be ready tomorrow morning." General Pyi nodded and turned to leave. Lai remained standing. "Didn't you say your riders carry lances?" he asked. Pyi remained standing. "I don't have any lances here, those back there are just ridiculous flagpoles." Lai took a few steps and came back with a spear. "I know it's for hunting wild boar, but when I've worked on it at the armorer's, it'll spread fear and terror and scatter guts, by God!" Field Marshal Pyi nodded enthusiastically, "I think so too, and none of my men will take you for a cutlery polisher! Ha, this is going to be fun!" He hooked up with Lai and accompanied him to the weapons master. He gave instructions to support Master Bo in everything. He left, because departure was in five days and there was still a lot to do.
Li let the old warhorse teach her how to ride. She threw the dirty horse blanket to the ground, she wouldn't sit on something that dirty. The man picked up the blanket and placed it on the horse again. "Put something between your legs, otherwise your lover will only find minced meat tonight!" She wondered if he was right. She took off her shirt, that should be good. "What," she shouted rudely, "has Your Grace never seen a girl's breast before or should I bring you a spittoon, you drooling peasant!" She immediately regretted her vehemence, but he only grumbled about what a pity it was for the magnificent melons to lie dead on the battlefield. He helped her onto the horse. She let herself slide down again. He nodded, satisfied that she should be able to mount on her own. She learned, tucked her shirt between her legs and practiced. She rode until the evening, drank a cup of water and got back on the horse. She rode all night, she rode alone and rode with him. She had the torches renewed, drank a cup of water like her teacher and rode out into the night with him. "There are no torches in the forest either, so follow me if you have guts!" He led her over paths, fields and through the forest. She stayed on his heels and refused to be shaken off. She spurred him on, what else do I need to be able to do? Riding round bends at full gallop! Stop! Jump off and leap onto the speeding horse! They returned at sunrise, both riding like devils, and brought the little Mongolian horses to a halt a hand's breadth from the steps. Pyi waved the dust from his eyes. The old man shrugged his shoulders. "She can ride, General, damn it! Look at those pugs, do you really want to take her with you?" The princess shouted: "For once, it's not up to our Master, it's up to me!" She dismounted and ran past Pyi, up to her room. She fell onto her pillows and fell asleep instantly.
Lai woke her up in the morning, took off her dirty clothes and took her to the bathtub. "Is something hurting you?" he asked worriedly and she said in a weak voice that she couldn't feel her ass anymore even though she had put her shirt under her ass and pussy, plus her feet hurt from the leather nooses. He nodded, "Your ass will have to get used to it and you'll have to put a thick pillow under your pussy or it'll hurt like hell. But it doesn't have to hurt your feet. The Chinese use leather straps, but they squeeze your feet together. We in Qin use wooden stirrups like the Mongols. I will carve some for both of us, I don't know if the others use them, but I don't care. You and I, that's all that matters." He called the servant girls and left.
Princess Li was ready, Lai had made a wooden stirrup that fitted into the leather loops. He looked martial, with the gem–studded weapon belt, the very sharp hunting spear and the magnificent sword, he was no different from the 40 swashbucklers, they also each had their own dangerous–looking weapons. Field Marshal Pyi, whom everyone called the General, divided them into groups of two. Only he had four bodyguards, the princess and Lai with him. The thousand imperial troops were divided into 19 squads and the campaign began.
It lasted not three weeks, not three months, but a full three years. Individual villages or districts were surrounded, all the raiders were killed and a functioning administration took over within a day. It was tedious work, Field Marshal Pyi would have preferred to face a front of gangsters, he would have beaten them to a pulp in three hours, at the latest in three days, and ridden home to his beautiful palace. He knelt in his tent and marked out villages and districts on a map. The robbers were far too poorly organized to see through his plan. He surrounded the smallest areas and killed all the robbers in them. The areas formed two semicircular crab claws that were only open in the direction of the Wu‐Dang‐Shan Mountains. The scissors closed in slow motion, Field Marshal Pyi had to call for the second troop because the imperials were dying far too quickly. He had to cremate one swashbuckler after another, they got drunk and marched on the next day. Pyi, his bodyguards, the princess and Lai fell on the encircled raiders from behind like a thunderstorm and slaughtered them.
The princess slept with Lai in Pyi's tent. She decided which one she fucked tonight, usually both in turn. Pyi held Lai in high esteem, appreciating his clever ideas and assessment of the situation. The two of them were always the first to get up and bathe, then Li and her four bodyguards Jin, Chang, Fei and Jü went to bathe; Pyi had assigned these well‐rehearsed graybeards to her for special protection. She watched and learned how they masturbated in the stream. She nestled her naked body against the lucky man from behind or from the side and rubbed her pussy lustfully against the muscle‐packed man, she rubbed his cock and let it splash into the water. Fei was the only one with a little boy's type of cock, but it was quite big. She usually masturbated him on the shore, because he always wanted to squirt in her mouth like the neighbor boys did back then before she came to Uncle Tschan. She never let them fuck her.
Princess Li killed the first man after the first few weeks, Pyi left her well guarded behind, not wanting to put her or his command center in danger. But one day the spies hadn't been paying attention. The 10 robbers they raided had put another 40 in a coal mine, with no ulterior motive. But they came out of the mine screaming and shouting, and suddenly Pyi's small squad was faced with a fivefold superior force. Pyi ordered them to dismount and hide behind the horses. Then he burst out with a handful, rode through the ranks of the raiders and slaughtered them from the outside, circling like sheep in a paddock. Lances stabbed out from behind the horses from the inside, wild riders rode in circles from the outside, killing man after man. The princess had to duck behind Lai, who slashed the robbers with his spear and rolled heads with his Damascus sword. He stood like a rock, the robbers ran at him as the supposed leader and could not get past his spear and sword, as he fought with both hands. The princess suddenly spotted a giant approaching, he was aiming straight for her and Lai could not see him. The giant reared up and Li drew the lightning bolt across his throat in a movement practiced a thousand times in the courtyard. The steel cut deep as she shifted her body weight as practiced and cut with all her might. She felt and heard the steel cut the spine. The giant did not let go of his heavy bronze sword as a lance tip protruded from his chest. The princess was immediately back in attack position, focused and not thinking for a moment that she had killed a man. The giant flipped to the side in slow motion, and as he fell, his head came loose and fell to the ground. A familiar face appeared behind the giant, the swashbuckler yanked his lance from the giant's back and yanked him up. "Hey, oh girl, what a cut!" he shouted with a grin, brandishing the blood–soaked lance. A moment later, Lai jumped to the side, dropping the spear like a wounded man, his walking stick twitching like lightning and splitting a disheveled skull. He tucked the stick into his belt in a flash and picked up his spear. He had succeeded in deceiving his opponent, who was only focused on the spear. Lai glanced around and jumped to Li when he saw her blood–soaked sword in her hand. "Are you hurt?" he shouted at her and she flinched. "No," she screamed, "No, but I decapitated him!" Her throat choked and she fought back tears. Lai shouted to the other swashbucklers that everything was done here, that the four of them were unharmed. Swashbuckler after swashbuckler shouted that his area was clear, no one hurt.
Pyi and his men stopped their agile little horses. "All down, all 50 of them! None of us hurt." He dismounted and embraced Li, taking the bloody sword from her hand and wiping it on the shirt of a dead man. "Always clean the sword right away and put it in the sheath, you'll hurt someone!" She absently sheathed the sword. "We killed him, Fei plunged the lance into his heart and I decapitated him." Pyi stepped on the dead man with his boot and turned him to and fro. "A single blow?" he asked and she nodded, "Of course!" Pyi said, that was a great blow, that sword is damn sharp. She nodded, "The fencing master made me practice that strike a thousand times, but only with the stick. I've never killed a human before." She began to tremble unsteadily and tears ran down her dusty cheeks. Pyi took her by the hand and pressed her to Lai's chest. "Take her away and give her a cup of wine and then another." Lai took her by the hand and led her 30 meters away, he sat her on the ground and gave her a cup of wine. "Drink, my love, it was a vicious fight. Drink and look no more, look over at the forest, deer are grazing there. They ignored the fight, that was a good thing. Maybe you'll go hunting with me later, roast venison for dinner." Lai stroked her face and hand, watching the battle companions.
They looked at all the dead, gathered up the weapons and carried them behind a barn. Villagers approached, Pyi went to meet them and led the palaver. A warhorse crouched beside his horse. He had had to kill his faithful four–legged friend, the robbers had slit open the horse's belly. He got up and went to the paddock where the robbers' horses were standing. He chose a big, strong one and led it to the Mongol horses. He spoke to the big one and the little Mongolians. The animals sniffed at each other and snorted. Li smiled for the first time and said in amazement, the man speaks the horse language? Lai nodded, many good riders talk to horses and teach them vital tricks. Horses are much smarter than we think.
They were taken in by the village, Lai and one of the swashbucklers brought 4 deer from the edge of the forest. The villagers had some rice and flatbread as well as two barrels of wine that the robbers had snatched. They ate their fill around the campfire and drank wine from large wooden cups. The villagers gave them places to sleep, and a bodyguard and two boys, who fed and watered the horses, took over the night watch. An old farmer with wise eyes poured Lai some wine and murmured that there was plenty for a good hunter to do here. There was plenty of game, but apart from a few hares, we hunted nothing, we are just hard–working farmers, not hunters. Lai smiled into the wise eyes. "My place is at the princess's side," he said kindly, "but thank you for your trust, grandfather!"
They moved on, they had many battles ahead of them and Li did not want to hide, she wanted to defend the round of horses and baggage at Lai's side. Lai wrapped a horse blanket around her hand and tied it tightly. He unsheathed her dagger and pressed it into her untrained hand. "Fight with the sword, defend yourself with the horse blanket and only use the dagger in an emergency. Show them that there is a tiger in you. They'll think you're a kitten, that's an advantage." Li fought like a tiger at Lai's side, not counting the fights or the men she killed. The warriors had a huge respect for Lai and the princess, they didn't need to leave any of the precious warriors behind to protect the horses and luggage and attacked the raiders like a well–oiled clockwork. The warriors no longer stared at her when they bathed with her naked in the stream. She was taken in, accepted and respected.
Pyi welcomed the messengers from the other combat units, gave them a hearty snack and chased them off again with hastily scribbled instructions. The crab claws slowly closed, he sent his couriers to send for the third troop. Three years had passed, the raiders fled head over heels to the gorge that was the entrance to the Wu‐Dan‐Shan. Pyi and several troops were already so close that they rode through its clouds of dust. They joined up, Pyi rode around the troops and counted, they were a good 500 men. The third troop was still nowhere to be seen. Pyi had the generals and captains ride alongside him and they held a council of war on horseback. Two hundred men on both sides could catch up with the fugitives, overtake them and hold them on, well before the gorge. That was the best solution. Letting the raiders go and besieging them and fighting them uphill in their own terrain was not a good idea. The fighting spirit was good, the generals shouted, the troops could see the prey and wanted to attack. Pyi gave the order, 200 left, 200 right and he led 100 from the rear. The horses of the fugitives slowed down, they could never keep up the pace for the remaining 20 miles. "Let's go!" roared Pyi and turned back.
The plan worked. They caught the fugitives and brought them to a halt. There were four thousand raiders, eight times as many as imperials. Pyi shouted for them to ride in a circle, but many captains and generals were either inexperienced, unreasonable or stubborn. Pyi sent messenger after messenger, but it was too late. The imperials attacked stupidly head–on and suffered heavy casualties. The sun set, interrupting the slaughter. The messengers returned from the troops, 300 had fallen or were incapacitated. Pyi ordered them to ride in a circle around the robbers, who had also been decimated, before sunrise. There were an estimated 1,000 raiders, the scouts reported that they were killing their own wounded, they were just ballast. Pyi took 2 of his guards with him and ordered his last 4 swashbucklers to stay with Li and Lai, the horses and the baggage. If the situation became hopeless, they could not leave the princess alive to the robbers, she would die miserably like a dog. Pyi shook Lai's hand in farewell, "Take good care of our princess!" Then he gave her a long kissing hug and set off with the 50 imperial troops he still had to lead the attack from the east tomorrow, with the sun at his back. Lai held the princess in his arms all night and kept watch. While she was still asleep, he crept to the twenty or so horses and tied them together. Together with a warhorse, he piled the baggage into a half–open fortress formation. He woke Li and the rest of the warhorses. They watched the battle all day from the improvised fort. Night fell and some messengers arrived. The general had fallen, the surviving 70 men were facing 160 to 180 raiders. They would attack the remaining bandits at sunrise. The oldest of the four warriors consulted with the others, Li and Lai stayed in the background, as the old warrior decided that they were all safest here in the fort. They went to sleep after a scant supper, one warhorse keeping watch for the night and Lai would relieve him.
Lai woke them at dawn as the battle began. At noon, the last of the imperials fell. The 4 warriors, Lai and the princess lined up in a semi‐circle, about 30 brigands running towards them. Li had taken a second sword in her untrained defensive hand, they awaited the screaming and shouting mob calmly. The 4 warriors threw 4 lances and felled 4 opponents. A moment later they threw another 4 spears and again 4 fell. They held the last lances in their hands, for close combat. They moved away from each other inconspicuously and as the raiders rushed up, they were suddenly surrounded by 6 armed men. As if on cue, the six leapt at the confused dozen and cut them down man by man. The robbers lay shredded on the ground, the 6 heroes were still standing, covered in blood, but they stood. Then Lai's legs buckled. "An arrow, just an arrow," Lai stammered and fell over.
Li jumped to him, caught the unconscious man. The warriors came closer. They looked watchfully around to see if another enemy was approaching. Two knelt beside the princess, looking at Lai's wound. She picked up her sword again, which she had dropped. The warrior fell into her arm, "Leave the arrow in, otherwise he will bleed to death immediately." She nodded, "I know!" With a decisive blow, she cut the arrow above the wound. Thank goodness he wasn't bleeding heavily, she took off her shirt and wrapped the wound. A warrior had picked up a weapon belt and tied it tightly around Lai's thigh to stop the bleeding. "There is a large village to the east, they may know where we can find a surgeon."
The princess looked at two warriors. "Tie horses together, we need to transport him." Resolutely, she stood up. "I'm looking for the general, I'm not leaving him here." She rode along the battlefield, followed by two warriors. She didn't have to search long, she dragged the dead man out from under a mountain of corpses. The warriors helped to hoist the corpse onto the horse. They lifted the bodies of two other warriors onto their horses, who had obviously defended the general to their last breath. Li looked at Pyi's face, he seemed to be asleep. She turned away, for his body was horribly mangled. They had cut him to pieces, full of hatred, for he had mowed the grain like a reaper.
They rode the two miles into the village, it seemed deserted. Li spotted a girl, maybe 6 or 7 years old, hiding under a house. She bent down. The child looked at her defiantly. "I'm hiding here because the others say what I'm doing is indecent." She didn't seem to know exactly what the word meant. Li smiled kindly at her, saying she didn't mind, all little girls do it to themselves and it certainly wasn't indecent. The girl smiled shyly. "You have blood on your face, Mistress Warrior, you're covered in blood everywhere!" Li smiled, trying not to think about the fact that she probably looked like the filthy, bloody mask from a horror story. "We need a doctor really quick, my friend is badly hurt." The girl nodded and stared at the horses the bodies were tied to. She crawled out of her hiding place, took Li's hand and ran off purposefully. The horses trotted after her. The girl stopped in front of a house and pointed to the door. She ran off.
The Healer
Princess Li knocked on the door and raised the alarm. "In the name of the Emperor, open your door!" She heard that someone was there and drummed on the door with both fists. "In the name of the Emperor!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. A tall old woman with gray hair opened the door, a heavy hammer in her hand. She listened impassively and nodded sullenly for them to bring him in. She wiped various blankets and rags from a mat where they laid Lai. The warriors helped her undress Lai and she beckoned to a warrior, "Grab the arrow with both hands, soldier, and pull very carefully a finger's breadth when I give you the signal!" she ordered, taking a clean rag in her hand. She pressed the flesh around the wound and nodded to the warrior. He carefully pulled a finger's breadth. She slowly let go of the wound and nodded in satisfaction. "Not a serious wound, the blood doesn't gush out. That's good, damn good!" She told him to pull the arrow out carefully. She handled a kitchen knife and held the blade in the fire. She asked how it had gone. The warrior said that Master Bo had seen the arrow coming, flying straight for the princess's melons. He had jumped into the air like a bat and caught the arrow with his stick, but it pierced his thigh. He shouted that it was only an arrow, then he fainted and never woke up. When was that? she asked and he thought about it. Five or six teacups ago, roughly. So an hour and a half ago, she said. She nodded and asked if the arrow was feathered. The warrior thought for a moment. No, definitely no feathers. "I thought so," said the old woman, "the robbers from the mountains hurl their poisoned arrows with a throwing stick, a terrible weapon!" The warriors were silent, they didn't know what a throwing stick was. She ordered two men to hold him tightly and stabbed the white–hot knife deep into the wound, it smoked and stank of burnt flesh. "Sorry, young man, either an ugly scar or an ugly death. I think you want to live!" Of course, Lai heard none of it. She smelled the bloody arrowhead and let a warrior smell it. He looked like the ox at the barn door. "You're right, good man," she said to the bewildered warrior, "the typical vanilla smell, the poison from the mountains. But don't worry, I have the antidote!" She rummaged on the cluttered shelf and picked up a small clay container. "I've had this in my hand more often than my teacup in the last few weeks," she muttered grimly, spreading the ointment thickly over and into the burnt wound. "A little fire, a pinch of ointment, no mumbo jumbo!" She bandaged the wound with white linen. "He'll wake up in three days, he will walk around and fuck you good, little girl!" Li blushed, "Three days? Oh, the poor guy. I'll lie with him and watch over his sleep."
The warriors went out, they looked for firewood and tore down a barn, then they had enough firewood and placed the general and the two warriors on the improvised pyre. Princess Li put on a clean dress, washed her upper body and provisionally arranged her hair. The old woman watched over Lai's sleep, Li and the warriors stood silently by the fire, which graciously but slowly devoured the corpses. Li let her tears run free and stood by the fire until sunset. The warriors wandered through the empty houses, they found large pieces of ham, lots of flatbreads and one rolled up two barrels. Rice liquor, he grinned. They brought everything into the good woman's house and one went out to Li, put his arm around her shoulder and brought her inside.
They ate and drank in silence. One began to talk about the general's past deeds. Another continued and then the others. They filled the large cups with liquor, stood and drank to honor the one warrior. Li struggled with the cup, but she drank it down. The warriors filled the cups again and drank to the second warrior. Li thought she could fly and drank the second cup like a thirsty woman. They filled the third cup, raised it to the sky and drank in honor of the general. Li tore off her dress and spilled a little liquor. "To my Lord, the Prince of Ma'ang!" she shouted intoxicatedly and drank so greedily that the liquor ran out of the corner of her mouth and over her beautiful melons. It didn't matter, she was drunk as a field howitzer and staggering around. Two warriors grabbed the naked princess and dragged her to a sleeping place at the back of the house. One warrior lay down with her, she splashed his cock exuberantly and screamed, "Go ahead, my best, let's fight!" and let herself be fucked, laughing loudly. The old woman shooed away a love–struck warrior, "My well has dried up, my dear!" and pushed him towards the princess. Li didn't count how many warriors were fucking her, it must have been a battalion. The lights in her head went out, the sky turned pitch black.
She woke up with her head buzzing and humming like a beehive. The old woman sat next to Lai and looked up. In a voice that could not be hers, she asked how her beloved husband was doing. "He'll be fine, the fever is normal. He has nightmares, but he'll be back with us the day after tomorrow, healthy." Li nodded gratefully and stood up. She stared at the four naked men. "They fucked me too, the wild guys!" the old woman said, "All four of them fucked me, even though I'm not really young anymore," the old woman giggled and took the kettle off the fire. Li put on her dress with a groan and slumped onto the chair. The first cup of tea woke her up. "My name is Jasmine," the woman said. "Jas‐Min? Flowers waterfall? A very unusual name!" The woman smiled, "no, pronounced Jasmine, my name means a beautiful flower, it's from my homeland, India. The kingdoms beyond the Mekong, my girl!" Li pulled herself together. "My name is Li, Princess Li from the princely house of Ma'ang. The general we buried yesterday was my Master, Prince Pyi of Ma'ang." Jasmine pointed to Lai with her chin. "This is the Lord Bo Lai, the Lord of my heart." Li bowed her head, ashamed that she hadn't told the whole truth, but it was just as true.
"Don't worry, girl Li of Ma'ang, I took a good look at your eyes yesterday, the irises, and you certainly won't get pregnant from fucking tonight. You'll always be childless, I can read that in your eyes. Did I already tell you that your guys also fucked me really hard, as if I wasn't already well over 90? Yes, I did tell you, yes!? Well, I lived here for 45 good years with my blacksmith as if we were man and wife, a good man he was. He just wanted to stop the robbers from the mountains, they rounded up all the girls and women from this town, a good 750 of them, and all their children. They led them into their mountains like cattle, the poorest of them! But they have a great shortage of women, these savages! And they only have themselves to blame, what normal person would slit their girl's throat because she can't fuck well yet? They just throw the carcasses out of the window, into the ravine. And these are not legends, I've seen it myself, I was with them once, in the mountains. Their chief had a thumb–sized tumor in his spine that was causing him great difficulties. The one–eyed man could no longer lie lazily on his back and let the girl do all the work, the poor guy was condemned to do push–ups while fucking like all the other men. He had me kidnapped a year ago because supposedly his favorite horse had a tumor. So I pack my bag full of everything I could possibly need with a horse and ride off into the mountains with them. So he grins cheekily at me with one eye and grins like a macaque, his competition shouldn't laugh at him because he can't fuck lying on his back anymore. The first thing I told him was to get his hands off my ass, I was already 92. Of course he didn't believe it and it was a lie, because I was already over 94, but what woman doesn't comb her hair and make herself look a few years younger? So, I look at the tumor and death smiles cheekily at me. So I say I have to cut it out so that the horse can still walk in the spring and then I cut it out with my sharpest knife. How easily I could have cut out his heart, tempting as it was, but who would have benefited? I gave his errand boy a small jar of horse ointment, which is good for flatulences, and told him to rub it firmly into the wound every morning, really firmly, until the horse screams in pain. Sometimes you can be a bit mischievous. I refused the gold and negotiated the healing ointment instead, the antidote that will heal the boy of your heart."
Li drank a third cup of tea, the spirits returned. "How did you become a doctor, Jasmine?" The old woman leaned back, "it was 90 interesting years, do you have that much patience?" They both smiled. Li put her cool hand on Lai's hot forehead. "He's feverish!" Jasmine nodded, it must be so. "I was named Jasmine because it's one of the most beautiful flowers, my father said. Because it's a powerful medicinal plant, my mother said. "And Jasmine will be a healer," my mother said emphatically, sticking out her tongue to tease him, "as I am, as all my mothers were before me, and a holy woman, as I was before you picked my flower, you dearest wretch!" My parents loved each other very much, my mother admonished my father every night that he must not fuck me because I was destined to be a Holy Woman. She stroked my hair when I was allowed to make him squirt before going to sleep as she had taught me, she stroked my hair because as a Holy Woman I was not allowed to fuck, not even with the best Daddy in the world.
My mother kept a strict watch to ensure that my sexuality developed in the right direction. I was to become a Holy Woman, I was never allowed to rub my clit long enough to reach orgasm. She taught me to rub Daddy's cock and make him squirt. I took his thick, plum‐shaped glans into my little mouth and let him squirt inside. I learned to suck his juice out really hard so that he didn't squirt too much into my mother's pussy. She didn't want a baby anymore, I had torn her pussy all up when I was born, I licked and kissed the scars on her pussy and cried. Daddy played with my clit rather clumsily when I rubbed him with all the strength of my small fist and let him squirt in my mouth. Mom watched me very closely to see if I was getting hot. I had to wrap my legs around his neck and she admonished me not to let the orgasm explode sinfully and lustfully, but to experience it like a Holy Woman, trembling lightly and gently, shyly and full of shame, then she masturbated my clit hard so that Daddy's eyes fell out of his head. I felt the quivering and trembling and shyly and ashamedly had my orgasm. It wasn't until I was 10 or 11 that I sometimes exploded, my mother shook her head disapprovingly, but I was getting older. She would run the tip of her tongue over my clit to check whether I was hot, because from the age of 10 I was hot every night.
I obeyed, I never fucked and never touched my love bud too long. I lived as a Holy Woman, I learned everything about plants and herbs, about illnesses and healing, about fucking and masturbating.
From the age of 14 we all had to sit in a circle around one healer or another who was no longer a Holy Woman and watch her fuck, with our eyes and fingertips we virgin girls had to learn to anticipate the squirting or recognize the orgasm in advance when the healer masturbated alone. We girls lived chastely like no one else, we were allowed to hug and caress our naked bodies at night, provided we didn't touch our buds. Many of my bedmates secretly played with their buds, I felt with my fingertips the way they each rubbed their buds and I felt their orgasm with my fingertips, but I never betrayed any of them. Some also rubbed my bud because we didn't know exactly whether that was allowed or forbidden. But these girls were all very strong and dominant, they got me all hot with tongue kisses and wrestled me down until I was defeated and tentatively opened my thighs. I always felt a deep shame because I felt I shouldn't have allowed it, but I enjoyed it as well as the orgasm, which I tried to suppress out of shame. Some continued with the French kissing, biting my tongue bloody until I was completely defeated and no longer resisted. Are you even listening to me, girl Li?" Li nodded eagerly, what next?
"At 16, I was tested on plants and herbs, diseases and healing and officially became a healer. Then at 18 I had my final test, I had to lie down with a girl who was then fucked. I was blindfolded and had to press my pussy and clit firmly against the cock of the boy to feel the fucking up close. I was allowed to have an orgasm, and I got a shy orgasm with all 4 couples, because we had practiced this every afternoon with the healers last year. I had to predict to the second, with just my fingertips on the guy's cock, when he was approaching the squiting and the girl's orgasm as well. I passed very well, I think, because the examiners liked the fact that I had vigorously fucked the cock with my clit very skillfully and passionately while he was fucking and had orgasmed four times. The Holy Woman, who taught me how to fuck and also how to read irises, embraced me with motherly pride. "I knew it! How wonderfully you fucked the cocks! The boys were completely perplexed, like oxen at the barn door, they looked stupid as their juice flowed into the other girl as if by magic! I was so proud of you, 4 cocks, 4 orgasms and 4 happy girls!" Because you must know, girl Li, that the girls who came to us to be fucked were all newlyweds, but had men with lame loins or ancient men, so they wanted to get pregnant with us Holy Women. I was overjoyed, now my education was complete and I was allowed to practise immediately. Unfortunately that only lasted 6 years, at 24 my life was over." Li asked with wide eyes, why over? The old woman closed her eyes. "Because my flower was picked."
"It was an ordinary day, I was working in my pharmacy and a man came in like thousands before him. It was just strange that he locked the door. I looked into his eyes as I did with everyone, because I had the gift of reading eyes, but the guy was missing nothing, nothing at all. And how wrong I was! He was a royal official, he announced, and he was checking the pharmacies on behalf of the maharajah, the King. No feeling, no premonition, none of our numerous goddesses warned me. He pulled a wax tablet out of his pocket and read me three of the rarer medicines. I nodded and fetched the large ladder. Of course we had it. When I was at the top, he lifted up my sari, my dress. He looked at my jewels quite unashamedly. Annoyed, I said, "If that's why you came, no problem, although the men only come on Saturdays before they walk to the temples." I came down from the ladder and lay down on the table. You have to know, girl Li, that the men come to the Holy Women to cleanse themselves of semen, they squirt their semen over our pussy or we rub it, that is the sacred custom. But the semen must not simply be wiped off, our young schoolgirls and slaves lick the sacred juice from our pussies, the mischievous ones among them continue to lick the bud, giggling, until we quiver and tremble, but they are not allowed to trigger the orgasm or they get a punishment. So he sees me lying there and lifts my sari, but I look to the side and think about what work remains undone. I can feel his cock in my pussy entrance, but only very dear regulars who take good care of my hymen are allowed to do that. I'm about to protest when he pushes his cock in, deflowering me, desecrating my body and destroying my career. He fucks me greedily, it was too late to stop him. It's strange, girl Li, to be fucked for the first time! I know in advance he's about to squirt, I've felt a thousand times how the sacred juice jerks and twitches through the urethra and claps into the girl! Often and often as schoolgirls we had to stick our fingers into the girl and explore the squirting with our fingertips. If I had thought it was over now, it would have been another mistake. He began to lick my bud. I grabbed his turban to stop him from this terrible impropriety because ..." Li asked excitedly, "what's a turban?"
Jasmin lost the thread. "Originally, the turban was the man's shroud, he was supposed to think of death every day and be ready for burial. But in the unholy and superficial days of our time, it has degenerated into a headdress, a fashion accessory that was supposed to reflect one's own status and glory to others." She had finally lost the thread and asked Li. "He licked your clit, Jasmine," Li murmured.
"Oh yes. He licked my clit, I pressed his face to my clit by the turban. He licked me as hard as some mischievous girls. He kept going, making me quiver and tremble like the most indecent of girls, but he didn't stop! I felt my orgasm rolling in powerfully, a thousand times we experienced and explored orgasm as schoolgirls. I screamed with all my might, because the first orgasm of my life threatened to crush me, from my clit to my heart, to tear me apart, to make me cramp. He didn't stop, he continued to lick relentlessly and knowingly, he let me orgasm without end. I felt him wrap something around my neck without interrupting the wonderful licking. I wish, girl, that you too could experience these amazing orgasms one day, because your life will never be the same again, Li! I didn't know what he was wrapping around my neck, what it was that was taking my breath away and making me scream and shriek like a lunatic in orgasm. I couldn't breathe, I didn't need it, the orgasms caused fireworks to burst behind my eyelids and sparks to fly in a thousand colors. You get crazy orgasms when you're being strangled, my dear girl! Suddenly he let go of the silk cord with which he wanted to strangle me and I was able to take a deep breath. Outside, the bronze nails of the royal patrol's boots banged on the pavement and my unholy benefactor murderer disappeared like a weasel out the back. It was dead quiet, I could no longer hear the girl screaming out her lust, up to the lovely goddesses."
"Oh, I know what you're going to say, my clever girl! Of course, I went straight to the palace and asked to see the maharajah. What was it about, the bored official asked. Rape? Second door on the left. Rape? The exalted maharaja himself? A spark of interest flared up for a moment, that makes headlines. No, not the maharajah himself, you fool! One of his officials! Ohhh, he glanced at his paper in disappointment. Rape, royal official, okay, we'll get to that in a minute. Where is it ... one moment, ... yes, there it is. Room 211, up the stairs to the left, two floors. Finally at the very front on the right. The clerk wrote 18 more lines and looked up. Name? Jasmin, I say, Jasmin. He looks straight at me and pushes his paper aside. Not what your name is, nobody here cares. His name, the official. No idea, Master Official! Which department, where is he employed? He inspects the pharmacies on behalf of the king. You're a joker, girl, there hasn't been a department like that for over 450 years, the king has other things to do. I didn't know that, Master Official, I am, I was a Holy Woman in the pharmacy in the peacock street. All right, he says somewhat mollified, I have great respect for Holy Women, healers and pharmacies in general. But how am I supposed to find him, I have all 73,000 of the King's officials neatly listed here, if I subtract the women and the people in the provinces, and that could be fatally wrong, then I still have 49,000 here, in the capital Jaipur. 2,000 women, mostly girls of the moonlight dances, I can subtract, because you said rape, royal official, and I'm thinking of a man. He wears a turban, Master Official. A turban, you say? Well, that's probably unique ... Oh no, all the men in Jaipur wear a turban, you cleverest of all pharmacists, and they all have one nose, two eyes and a beard without exception, because they are devout Hindus. So? He wears a conspicuous number of rings, and not cheap ones, Master Official. Here, girl, you see, my ten fingers, and 23 rings, all different and none cheap. What do you learn from this, girl and pharmacist? A scar, a birthmark, a wooden leg — for heaven's sake, girl, you've got to offer me something special, I can't summon 47 or how many thousand men here? That you look at their cocks and get the right one to whip, that would suit you so well! He stood up and pulled out his cock, my girl, a veritable King's official's cock. Look closely, pharmacist, I'm pulling back my foreskin especially for you so that you can judge my glans! Now I'll rub it so you can see it when it's hard. Was he like that, or wait a minute, he's about to squirt! Ahhh, that feels good, but look closely, maybe you'll recognize the special squirting! I was perplexed at first, dear girl Li, really perplexed! Master Official is standing behind his desk and rubbing his cock for 15 minutes, then he squirts his juice into his other hand. I stand as if nailed to the floor and open my eyes. He's squirted, the horndog! It was a real cock, Master Official, I stammer out, a real man's cock! Thick, long and worth a second look. I turned to go, but was called back from the door, my greetings to your poor daughter and my heartfelt sympathy, because she only gets such a little bit of a cock! I quickly closed the door and ran out of the Exalted One's palace. I was almost bursting with rage, as you can imagine, you laughing girl, you! I came into the palace to see the bastard dangling from the gallows, but the only thing dangling was a thumb–length boy's cock!" Li couldn't help but burst out laughing, the laughter rolling across the floor and infecting Jasmine. "Forgive me, Jasmine, your fate was terrible, but you tell such a lively and cheerful story that I have to laugh, even though we only buried my prince yesterday and my beloved is fighting for his life here in a fever!"
"I should learn in no time at all that anger is just as bad a rater as arrogance, so pay attention now!" Jasmine drank a good sip of tea and checked Lai's forehead with the back of her hand, then sat back down next to the fireplace. "My last husband, an amiable gentleman and blacksmith, was incandescent with rage when all the girls, women and children of our district were taken away by the robbers. He stood in the middle of the street with his best hammer and shouted at the robbers that he would not let them go as long as there was still a spark of decency and a breath left in his throat. Oh, how I loved him, this man of a man! A single arrow tore his throat and he was dead before he crashed to the ground."
Jasmin stared into the flames. "There I stood, a 24–year–old healer, no longer a Holy Woman, on the cheap marble in front of the palace of the Lord of Jaipur, the ruler of a thousand dancers willing loins. I stamped my foot, suppressing the tears of anger. A couple approached from the palace, the young woman detached herself from her elegant husband's arm and tried to comfort me. It warmed my heart, I had been through some real shit today and these lovely people couldn't leave me in despair. I even latched on to the young woman when she said that there was a nice teahouse up ahead that not only took tourists' coins but also gave them homemade sweets for free with their tea. They may not be rich, but inviting a girl in tears for tea and sweets was a matter of common decency. I hooked up with her, we walked left, right and straight ahead and I suddenly tasted the sweet smell of chloroform, which the elegant gentleman pressed onto my nose from behind with a cloth."
Li sat leaning forward and clung to Jasmin's lips. "Do you know, Miss Li, how it's going to go tonight? No? I can tell you. Your four soldiers will come home from looting, because the robbers were far too perfunctory in their plundering. We will eat well like yesterday and then fuck until the rooster crows. We'll just decide whether to get senselessly drunk or fuck with a clear mind. They definitely won't care that I could be their grandmother at 95, soon to be 96. They love the fact that I can orgasm while fucking like a sow without masturbating, squealing like a young girl and kicking my legs up in pleasure. What do you think, missy?" Li thought about it. "I've already made up my mind, I'm only going to drink very little booze, and as far as fucking is concerned, I'll beat your hump in the morning if you've only made my pussy hot with a big mouth!" They both laughed out loud, then Jasmine recollected herself, "Damn, where were we?" Li said immediately, "an elegant man, definitely not a gentleman, has put chloroform on your mouth."
"Yes, exactly, I got lost in the dark nothingness and came to in a damp cellar vault, the headache only came a blink of an eye later. There were three barred compartments, in two of them girls' bodies were sliding over each other, some were making love to girls, which made my stomach rebel with the chloroform. I threw up in the big bucket in the corner, only to soon find out that it was for pissing and shitting. Twice a day a mute or secretive slave came with a heavy chain around his neck and brought drinking water in a bucket from which we drank like pigs, and twice a day he brought a bowl of rice with gravy and a piece of meat. We had to eat from the wooden bowls with our snouts like pigs, the other two groups of girls had no shackles like the four of us. They had all the freedom they wanted, some of them started fucking the girls in the morning. We weren't able to do that with our hands shackled behind our backs. But I watched the two who had obviously already figured out how even bound girls could quench the heat in their pussies. The fourth was a young girl, Jie, who claimed to be 13 but was more like 15 in my opinion, but never mind, I was the grandmother of the twelve of us at 24. The slave sometimes went into a cell and fucked one or two girls, and he didn't care that some of them swapped cells. There had to be at least one more cellar vault, we could hear the slave there."
"The sexual heat was unimaginable. I'd never seen two girls fucking clit‐to‐clit before, but it was madness when one dominant fucked the soul out of the other. They were insane orgasms, the inferior really didn't have to masturbate while fucking. I would have sold the shirt off my back to get just one finger free to masturbate, but the slave didn't seem to want to fuck us or give us freedom of movement."
"I'm sure you've already guessed, girl Li, that my only choice was heat death or girl Jie, we could see how the other two bound girls did it. All I had to do was open my mouth and she fell around my neck with excitement. From that moment on, we did it with only short breaks. We had nothing but our fingers and tongues. We had already given each other dozens of orgasms by lunchtime, hundreds, maybe thousands of orgasms. One day the slave untied us and tied only one wrist to the other. From then on he fucked us as well as the others, he usually fucked 4 girls a day. I saw that someone had slit his throat, he hid the scar under the leather strap of the chain. He didn't fuck very well, unfortunately. Jie was able to wriggle out of the bondage and made the most passionate lesbian love to me. When the slave came back, she slipped into the shackle. I was completely over the top and had become a hardcore lesbian like everyone else. Unfortunately, we were locked up together for far too short a time and one day the whole caravan set off.
We traveled for months in four sedan chairs, carried by two camels. We were 40 girls, in 10 sedan chairs on 20 camels. We only traveled at night, we never encountered any controls or patrols. They had organized everything perfectly, during the day the caravan hid itself as if it were invisible. We were allowed to swim in rivers and ponds chained together, we were given very nutritious food and could indulge in our vices, held together in chains by one hand in a group of four. Like everyone else, I was addicted to the vice of tongue and finger play, with skin and hair. The girl Jie and I were chained together for almost half a year, she gave me everything. She awakened in me the highest desire for the vice, like none before, she made me whoop and cheer as if I were the little girl of old, obsessively giving herself one orgasm after another. Not shy and full of shame anymore!
The camel drivers were daring guys, they fucked us all until they were completely exhausted. But us girls, we couldn't stop. A short break, a cup of drinking water and we kept going, rubbing our own clits or someone else's, licking each other's clits as if we'd drown like drowning men without the female vapor on our tongues. I was herbalist enough to understand that our drinking water was laced with stimulating essences to let the tiger, the tigress in our pussies and clits off the leash. I knew at least 30 substances that were suitable for this, but I didn't care at all. Better to burn up in a love frenzy than brood over the damn situation soberly. We had no idea where we were or the name of the river whose ford we were crossing. After many weeks, we reached our destination."
"Guang City could boast of being the most vicious kinky city under the Heavens. There were all kinds of vices, no matter how outlandish. You could get anything here if you plonked enough silver and gold on the counter desk. I soon sobered up enough to estimate how much gold you had to fork out for 40 sex–addicted young Indian girls, including the immense travel and bribery costs, but you wouldn't do it if the string–pullers weren't raking in a hefty profit. I stayed in this den of iniquity for 20 years, fucking thousands of rich gentlemen and kinky ladies from the imperial city of Chang’an, which was only a day or two's ride away. The court left us alone, we paid crates of gold as tax and the Emperor didn't need to know every detail. I overheard a confidential conversation between two court officials who laughed themselves silly because the Emperor didn't even know that the city of Guang existed. It was neither on maps nor in documents or papers. The few pirates, robber gangs and highwaymen disappeared silently into the ocean as if their mother had never given birth to them. After 20 years, I had amassed a modest fortune and one day disappeared invisibly with a caravan to freedom. I spoke fluent Chinese, dressed like a noble Chinese woman and fled to this area. I met my blacksmith by chance and fell in love with the dear fellow at the age of 45. I buried my gold in safe hiding places, no one ever discovered any treasure. When we had to tighten our belts, I, but mostly my good–natured husband, found a gold boat in my clothes chest by chance. "Oh, there it is, our wedding present from Aunt Jie!" I exclaimed every time. My husband was really good–natured, but he was by no means a fool. He said it was funny about Aunt Jie and the gold. For the first and last time in our 45 years of marriage, I pressed him against the wall and held him three feet off the ground. He was perplexed because he always thought he was the stronger one. I made him squirm like a bug and said seriously. "Dear man, best husband, sweetest lover! Please don't ever ask again, because I never, never, never want to lie to you! If I had to lie to you, I wouldn't be around the other day!" He cried because he suspected me of cheating. I took his head in my hands. "My darling, I'm the only doctor far and wide, I've held all the cocks in the entire province in my hand or rubbed them to squirting or fucked them to test the cocks! You may have already forgotten that because you are so generous and it never bothered you. But I told you every morning that you had the best and most beautiful cock of all and that you were the best fucker in the whole area. You have no reason to be jealous, scared and naughty like a little mouse. You are my husband, that must be enough for you!" That's how it was, that's how my husband was, he let me lie with whoever I wanted and he never held a grudge. He knew very well that the tiger between my legs had to be fed every day and that he wasn't satisfied with just one little rabbit. My girl, I was always a good doctor, but I had to fuck everyone, from the 12–year–old to the old man, I had all the men of the province in my pussy, thrown to my hungry tiger. It wasn't unusual for the young lads to simulate a stomach ache to show me their cocks and cheekily challenge the tiger. When my husband caught me from time to time, he would wave me off with a smile. "You're still testing to see if you can find a better cock than mine!" Alas, that man was a treasure of gold and I sent messengers to the robber gangs after his death, "Never come back, I am no longer your healer. And if you do venture here, I'll send your ashes to your wives, you goddamn murderers!"
"I think they understood, because not a single one has come to me since they made me a widow." The princess thanked her for the story, that really was an eventful life! Jasmine smiled, she still had many years ahead of her. Her grandmother was now almost 125 and worked day in, day out to teach her great–grandchildren and great–great–grandchildren the art of love. As far as anyone could remember, the mothers in Jasmins family lived to be between 120 and 130 years old and were all, without exception, holy women, healers and then the most cock–eating tigresses.
The men returned with bulging bundles, smoked ham, flatbreads and rice wine and booze. They emptied the bundles onto the table and divided the silver and gold into seven parts, because the old woman was also part of it. The princess only drank a little rice wine and spring water during the sumptuous dinner in order to enjoy the night sober. In the morning, she smiled at Jasmine over the rim of her cup as she drank her tea. Over the next two days, Lai's fever subsided and he woke up in Li's arms. His first question was whether she was unhurt. He took a breath, but was sad to have leaved her unprotected in his unconsciousness. Li smiled and said that the four men had protected and fucked her perfectly during the seven days he had been unconscious and that she had sent more than 25 robbers packing herself. The prince and his men had fallen except for the four, they had received an honorable funeral pyre. Not a single robber had escaped, but a large group had fled into the mountains before the battle. Lai could stand it no longer on the mat, he kissed Jasmine's hands and thanked her for healing him. He leaned on his stick, hobbled around and explored the house and its surroundings. He put on hot water, dismantled his stick and cleaned it carefully. He smiled astonished, when the warriors fucked the old woman one by one until the morning sun. He couldn't take his eyes off the old woman's bony, wrinkled and used‐up body, as she thrust herself towards the "young" warriors while they fucked her or when she rubbed her clit, which was as long as half a little finger, very intensely and expertly while she masturbated. Lai ate well and was full of energy, but Jasmin kept him for another 4 days, he didn't want to wait any longer. They rode off on the 5th day.
The third troop of a thousand men arrived two days late, they had passed dozens of battlefields and had counted a good 5,000 corpses on the last one. A scouting party had ridden up to the ravine, but apart from a few helpless wounded, they found no raiders. After interrogating the wounded, they gave them a reprieve blow and turned back. The thousand men hurriedly marched to the imperial city of Chang’an without having discovered the princess and her men. Emperor Teng sat in the garden all day, no one was allowed to disturb him in his mourning for Pyi and Li.
Home again
Three weeks later, the princess and her five men arrived at the Emperor's palace. Teng trembled with emotion as he embraced her. She introduced him to the roughnecks Jin, Chang, Fei and Jü, they had fought bravely like lions and had given their Lord, Prince Pyi, an honorable burial. They were the only survivors of the field marshal's 40 and two thousand Imperials. Master Bo Lai had been seriously injured while saving her life. The Emperor invited all six of them into his garden, entertained them and listened to their stories. He listened to the brave warriors and at the same time dictated to his scribes, who had to record every word. The men reported in minute detail, but with military precision, on the three–year campaign and its sad end. They were not present at the general's death; he had ordered them to protect the princess and the horses. They recounted the last battle and how Master Bo saved the princess in hand–to–hand combat. Emperor Teng stood up and drank red wine with Lai, "You are a remarkable and loyal man, Master Bo, you have protected our princess with your life!" He dictated it to the scribes; it should be written word for word in the minutes. The audience lasted four hours and the Emperor promised to send their rewards to the prince's palace tomorrow. The scribes had to put aside their brushes when the Emperor thanked the men for their precise report, because it was better than anything the generals and captains had told him in flowery language about their non‐battles.
They arrived at Pyi's palace. Ayla was in deep mourning for her brother Pyi, had been for weeks. But she had run the house with an iron fist for three years, sending the last of the loafers into the desert and hiring good people. Li held Ayla in her arms as she told of Pyi's last battle and his burial.
Ayla had had her mat warmed by good lovers and had licked Prince Long's cock every night and caressed it with her mouth so that it would grow big and strong. Of course, he was far too young for more. Li was happy that Ayla had kept her bedroom clean, she herself had combined two rooms next to her bedroom and now 30 embroiderers worked until sundown, the business with their cloaks, capes and festive robes for ladies and gentlemen was running at full speed. Most of the production went to Japan and the royal courts off the Mekong. Ayla beamed modestly and had Li read the reports of the ambassadors and attachés. At each of the lavish festivals, the ladies, addicted to the new fashion, now stood out bare–breasted in their festive cloaks. The Empress of Nihon had now bought more than two hundred cloaks of her dragons, but she was the only one at the Japanese imperial court who was not allowed to bare her breasts in public. The ambassadors and attachés were the only ones allowed to see the naked, flawless body of the very young Empress during the fitting and mention it in their reports. The young Empress, who had developed a preference for young attachés precisely because of her almost eighty–year–old husband, sent everyone out of her chambers to have a young diplomat help her with the long fittings. Mentioning the fittings at court was forbidden on pain of death; only the attachés could tell everything, really everything, in their secret reports. Li and Ayla read the kinky passages to each other, giggling and laughing; the 80–year–old God–King was apparently deaf to the cries of pleasure from the horny Empress.
Li had dressed Jin, Chang, Fei and Jü in splendid uniforms and called in the best girls from the brothels to bathe, oil and perfume them. And more. She wrote a report to the Emperor in her own hand, giving an account in her own words of the three–year venture with Prince Pyi. She felt that someone had to tell the Emperor about the loyal and meritorious nature of his general and friend. She didn't care if Teng left it to the archives. Twice a week, the six of them rode slowly through the city, leaving Jin, Chang, Fei and Jü to rest in a tavern and roaming the streets, alleys and stores of the district with Lai at her side. She couldn't have said why she was doing it, except to curiously soak up life outside the palace walls. She thought about her future, something she had never had to do before.
The princess felt in her heart how nice it was to fall asleep in Lai's arms at night and wake up next to him in the morning. He respected the tiger in her lap when she lay down with one of the 4 guards. "You need a peacock leg in your rice bowl sometimes," Lai smiled, kissing the top of her head when no one saw. "Girls like you eat their bowls of rice well every day, but rice alone is not enough," he smiled lovingly and accompanied her to the rendezvous. He let the sweet girls bathe him too, because Princess Li undoubtedly embraced him as her husband, but they did not strangle each other.
The House of a Thousand Earthly Delights
The year flew by. Li gathered her five men in the garden, entertained them and asked if they wanted to stay with her and join her in a new venture. A company where she was the boss, where she had to rely on their unconditional loyalty. The five of them looked at each other briefly, and Master Jü, who had had the utmost respect for her since he had taught her to ride in one night years ago, stood up awkwardly. "Wherever you're going, Princess, ride ahead and we'll follow you wherever you go." He sat down and the others hummed in agreement, only Master Chang pinched him on the side with a grin. "A simple yes would have sufficed, old man, but one of us loves to make big speeches." Everyone grinned, Jü and Chang bantered amicably as usual. Li drank a large gulp of fruit juice and clutched Lai's hand under the table. "I want to build a brothel within sight of the imperial palace. The best, most exclusive and of course the most expensive under the Heavens. Anyone with a well–filled purse of silver boats or goldfish is free to come in. My first target group is the court and they will find a luxurious Japanese–style house. There will be musicians and dancers, readers and jugglers, drinks and snacks. The prettiest, most graceful and horniest girls will pamper the gentlemen or ladies like nowhere else. The only thing I don't want is boys love, that doesn't suit my character, that should be offered elsewhere. What I expect from you is supervision until completion and opening, I have seen your boots, how you teach them to work. I restored this palace for my Lord Pyi, but for the new project I need four pairs of rough boots. Asses to kick, gentlemen! Secondly, so after the opening, I'll need you for protection. Robbers and highwaymen will try to borrow our coffers and our guests' purses. Your clubs and sticks, and if necessary your sword, should show them the right way. Thirdly, some other brothels will want to harm us out of envy. And fourthly, no guest should enter armed or with malicious intent, your sharp eyes will see through them or search them if necessary. I would rather send a good man home than admit a single assassin in. The rule is simple, only the 6 of us are armed, everyone else is not. Period. How you want to handle fistfights between guests is up to you. Some recruits get or deserve a thrashing or a bucket of cold water, do as you see fit. Remember that we are the most exclusive house in town, not a cheap dive where drunks fight for the landlady's favor.
And now to business. I'm building the house out of my own purses. The staff and everything that goes with the business will be paid out of the income. What's left over is the profit, you four get half and share as you like. Master Bo and I share the other half. Of course, Master Jü and Master Chang get the third half, as they also bring the water with the butterfly net." The men grinned and patted them both on the shoulders.
"Any more questions?" asked Li and sat down. Fei shifted his ass back and forth. "Speak up, dear Fei, ask cleverly or endure the laughter of your friends," Li said kindly. Fei finally pulled himself together. "Everyone knows how clever you are, princess, but isn't it downright foolish of you to leave the panthers to guard your meat supply and to entrust the thieves with your silver and gold?" Master Fei ducked his head and waited for the laughter, but no one laughed, only Li and Lai. Then Lai took the floor. "You are a clever man and you think quickly. But have faith, our general, the princess and I as her captain have of course considered it. It's unwise to chew over every little detail for the sergeants, that's what you are. The sergeants should just put their heads together and solve things practically." Lai glared at the men, but they had accepted his hierarchy without protest. He raised his voice. "When the first rush at the entrance dies down and all you hear is the groans, moans and grunts of the guests, maybe the chirping of crickets from the pussies of the busy girls, then you don't have to kill time with four people. Of course, you can also do it in threesomes or twosomes, while the lucky guy has his hump scrubbed by a girl or something. There are only two pitfalls with this story. Firstly, who's on today and didn't just do this yesterday? The second pitfall is also obvious. The girl doesn't earn a single copper coin at this time, and maybe a rich golden pheasant has to pluck the feathers with his own hand because the girl isn't free right now?" Lai grinned all over his face and sat down. Li stood up. "Gentlemen, I've fucked you all with pleasure and I know how good you are at this duel, I've never had cause for complaint. But I will not interfere, it is also your loss if the golden pheasant plucks its own feathers, as my Lord and Master Bo liked to describe it. It is your contribution, whether the profit should swell or your dick. Four years of riding with you have shown me that none of you are enthusiastically plucking your own feathers, to remain in Master Bo's wonderful painting. Bear in mind that we will have some female staff who don't earn their money with their kittens, they make tea, they prepare snacks and they sweep the rooms. If they're put off their work by your strong, powerful thrusts, it's not so bad for the bottom line, they can probably work even harder afterwards when they're well fucked. I think my captain is right, put your heads together and undo the button. I have to put my head together with him too, the guests' horses need a stable and grooms, someone has to make sure that the suppliers fill up our larder and don't charge fancy prices, someone has to chop the wood and fire the stoves so that the bath water is warm, the laundress has to make sure the towels are clean. And much more."
"We all need to think about this venture and I ask you to let me know within 14 days if you don't want to come along for this exciting ride. Thank you, my friends, and ask whatever is keeping you awake, Master Bo and I will always listen to you!"
The princess collected her treasure chests from the Emperor and explained her plan to him in great detail. She had brought a wooden model with her from the architect. Emperor Teng whistled through his teeth and looked at the magnificent model. He summoned two councillors, who also had no objections. They just didn't think it would be a good deal. The princess shrugged her shoulders, "When you go into battle, you can't predict victory with certainty. But any general will advise you to plan and prepare well." The Emperor dictated his approval to the scribe. "This is your business, your money alone," said Emperor Teng. "The treasury will not come to your aid. I can always offer you shelter in my women's house, that's what I want, because my loins burn hot when I stand next to you." "I am almost 36, my lord and Emperor, and Master Bo has me firmly in his arms." The Emperor smiled, "I wish you the best of success! I would rather know you near me, in a house of pleasure, than somewhere in the woods where you could lose your life in battle. I have never told you that I have worried about you every night for three years! Honestly, I would be very offended if you lived just two minutes' ride from me and didn't spend the evening and night with me once or twice a month! Master Bo Lai is one of the most remarkable men I have met and I respect your cordial relationship. He should be able to give you one or two evenings off without me having to flaunt the Emperor. And one more thing. I currently only have a temporary Minister of War, my friend Pyi is unfortunately never coming back. In a year's time, if your pleasure house is going well, I'll ask Master Bo and you to join me a few times to dinner, because I'm always on the lookout for good men. Just as a hint, as the wife of an alderman or minister, you can listen in the balcony like you used to, and I'll have anyone who asks stupid questions beheaded." Li kissed Teng on the lips as she left.
Li rode with Lai around the area, it was an abandoned parade ground that the Emperor gave them for the local price. She examined the stream with a connoisseur's eye, she would run one channel through her bedroom and another through the Rooms of Delights. She had visited the Japanese ambassador several times with Lai, because her den of iniquity was simply to be called 'The Japan House' or 'The Japanese House' and she didn't want any diplomatic upsets. Once that was settled, she took every hint and piece of advice from the ambassador. An architect who had some experience in Japanese construction thought long and hard and Li was delighted with the extravagant design. The roof construction was so originally Japanese that the ambassador's mouth fell open at the opening. Li and Bo were given their own wing, where they had access to the business, but the guests, girls and staff did not have to walk through. The layout of the inhouse canals was ingenious! Their bedroom‐stream, running in gentle curves through the room, irrigated the courtyard and gardens. Each girl had her own clean inflow and no girl had to wallow in the neighborhood's used water. The drains ran under the wooden floors into the three gardens. Four communal rooms were planned for the guests, where musicians, dancers and jugglers offered their performances. The fourth common room was intended for quiet reading, with large paper doors leading out onto a terrace and the gardens. The work areas such as the kitchen and pantry were housed in a pretty pagoda, while a symmetrical pagoda opposite was for the stables. Much to the annoyance of the architect, Master Bo talked him into it, but he had to place the four sergeants in a strategically favorable position to his great displeasure, so no amount of whining and gnashing of teeth helped. The architect had designed the fence according to military criteria and also built the main gate according to Bo's specifications. In an emergency, thick beams could be rattled down on one, two or three ropes; it would withstand any onslaught by insurgents. Emperor Teng had the gates of his palace secretly refitted in the same manner. The inner courtyard of the Japan House was landscaped like the gardens, with pretty winding gravel paths inviting visitors to take a stroll. Gardeners and tools were housed in the horses' pagoda, and the main wind direction had of course been taken into account so that the pungent odor drifted away from the house. There were 40 discreetly screened, spacious bunks for the girls who slept there and received the guests. The princess had found a smart woman who could calculate and handle money. She was well paid, so she was not particularly susceptible to corruption or fraud. She took care of booking special girls and got paid handsomely for it, she kept a record of it and passed this bribe money on to Mistress Li.
Li and Lai were able to move into their new apartment three weeks before the opening. The architect showed them the two rooms, a small one that was suitable as a study, dressing room, guest room or anteroom. The other was the huge bedroom, it was about 15 meters long on all walls. It was clad in beautifully polished wood, with Japanese silk tapestry doors out to the gardens. Part of the roof could be raised so that the sun peeped in from above, or the stars at night. The beams were visible, it had been left open at the top and a small, well–hidden staircase led up to the gable. The gable could be opened and you had a panoramic view from a height of 12 meters. A small wooden panel could be placed on top to serve as a tabletop, so that you could comfortably take tea at a clear height with a sensational view.
But the water landscape clearly dominated the room. The stream could be regulated by means of a sluice, allowing the flow speed to be infinitely adjusted. The stream meandered through the room, the room floor was made of smooth polished wood and the stream was lined with black and gray polished marble. The architect wanted to leave the cladding smoothly polished, but the princess was able to decide later to add vegetation. The pièce de résistance was a widening that the architect called a bathtub. A hidden rod could be removed from the floor. Li looked questioningly at the architect. There was no name for it, the whole structure was unique and there was no other like it in the whole world. "A girl called it a fuck stick when we were testing the bathtub," said the architect, "a charming thing." He saw incomprehension in Li's expression, "the girl, I meant charming. You put the fuck stick in these hidden notches and it holds. We've tried it dozens of times. There are also two notches on the side where you can rest your elbows and forearms, which is great for safety in some positions and when masturbating in the water. There are also two deeper recesses, which we used for the girl's toes for the floating dog, for example."
Li let her dress fall to the ground and slipped into the water. She walked the entire length of the stream, whooping and hollering in surprise. "Master Architect, a masterpiece! I was actually expecting a dead straight channel in the ground, but you surprised me with a wonderfully curved, snake–like stream!" The architect said that he didn't want any fish etcetera in the stream, which is why the inlet was fitted with two tight grids. But if you wanted fish, you only needed to move the grids to pre–planned places, the fish could be trapped in the stream with a different arrangement, but he only preferred fish in the rice bowl.
Li went into the bathtub and picked up the fuck stick. She called the architect to come into the water and demonstrate everything. He hesitated, but she insisted. Li was surprised, she had never seen a cock like his before. It was only as thick as a finger, but it hung down like a paintbrush almost to his kneecaps. She couldn't imagine fucking it, it would break in two. He stared at her melon breasts and she at his cock. It didn't get any thicker or longer, it gradually stiffened and stood out like the branch of a tree. He got into the water, took the fuck stick from her and put it down properly. "Put your neck on the stick and let your legs float up. Do you see? You lie almost weightless in the water and your husband only has to take one step and can do his job!" She pushed her butt up and pissed in a high arc in the air. She laughed and he grinned. Lai, who was sitting up in the lookout and admiring the panorama, looked down briefly and grinned. He knew Li would now sink her claws into the architect's flesh, for sure! He grinned and knew he wouldn't be getting away from up here any time soon.
Li let her legs drift apart and egged the architect closer, closer, very close. His glans had emerged from under the foreskin, he rubbed his cock greedily and his glans touched her labia. "The demonstration can begin," she called out to the shy guy, "I'm hanging from my neck, now it's your turn!" He gaped. "Do you think I can, I mean, may I?" he stuttered. She grinned. "You've already practiced with the girls, now I have to learn it!" He saw that she meant what he was thinking. He grabbed her hips, his cock slid into her pussy. Slid indeed, like porcelain on silk. She realized that it was just going to be a sliding fuck, and so it was. He slid in and out, in and out. She became only slightly aroused, but she didn't masturbate, she concentrated on the perfectly smooth porcelain cock. "I'm about to squirt, princess!" he said, and she nodded, "go ahead, good man!" It felt strange. He gripped her hips tightly and pushed his cock deep inside. The glans hit her cervix, more cock kept coming in and it felt like it was bending, spiraling. He pushed more cock in, then more and it rippled inside her. When he had pushed the entire length in, he gripped her hips even tighter. "I'm going to squirt now, princess!" he said excitedly. He thrust only very lightly, he now had no more cock to put inside. He smiled and squirted. "I'm squirting, dear princess!" It felt very strange, but not unpleasant. He lowered his head onto her melons and squirted for ages. "I'm squirting, Princess, I'm not quite finished yet!" He pressed himself firmly against her melons and squirted for ages. Then he straightened up and withdrew, his cock sliding out just as smoothly as it had slid in. Li thanked him, that was a good thing, a very good thing.
The architect later also made her the floating dog, he brought her toes and the balls of her feet into the recess and she braced her arms on the fuck stick so that her ass protruded quite desirably. She only knew the dog on all fours, but this way it was much more pleasant and hotter. Of course he had to fuck her, the extra–long cock was easier in this position. "I squirt, princess, with the greatest pleasure!" and the guy squirted again forever, but a little more laboriously. She didn't torment the good man any further and they got out of the water.
She curiously took his cock in her hand. It was thin, but very firm. She pushed back the foreskin, his glans was no thicker than the shaft, it was small and flat like the head of a snake, the little hole was tiny and the urethra was not on the underside like most, it obviously only ran inside. The smooth, straight shaft was completely round in diameter. She rubbed the cock for quite a while and it became really hard. "I'm afraid I can't squirt a third time, Princess, I can't again until tomorrow!" She smiled and said it was quite an amazing cock, she had never seen one like it before. She had rubbed many cocks on the banks of a stream or river on the campaign and was quite good at it. They sat on the bank of her bedroom stream, dangling their feet in the water. From time to time, she would take the little glans into her mouth and then continue diligently. "Is that all right with you?" she asked and he replied, "just pull the foreskin back firmly over the glans," he said, "the girls and boys pull so hard that it brings tears of pleasure to my eyes!" She tore with all her might and the glans jumped like a puppy in her fist. "I especially love fucking the little boys in the ass, they squeal and squeal like little girls!" She continued to pull at his foreskin and couldn't get the image of his slick cock thrusting into the little assholes of the boys out of her mind. She smiled as Lai's semen cascaded into the stream. "Thank God I don't have to do it alone and for myself, there are always girls or boys around who put in a good effort." The princess nodded with a smile, that was what this architect was known and famous for. Many parents from humble backgrounds brought him their boys and virginal girls, because people whispered about how tenderly and gently he deflowered the virgins. The princess rubbed him for an eternity, she never had masturbated a dick for so long, never needed to lick it as many times as now. But she never let a job unfinished. She felt his semen rising. "You're going to squirt," she gasped with exertion, "do you want me to keep ripping hard?" He nodded from far away. She aimed the glans at the stream and he squirted a wafer–thin jet into the water. She pulled his foreskin back firmly each time and let a thin jet splash into the water. The thin jet squirted out of the little hole in a high arc. When he had finished squirting, he continued to rub his cock himself for minutes, because she hadn't ripped it all out, so he did that himself and squirted until nothing more came out and his cock became soft. She washed his cock with clear stream water. She looked at him beaming and nodded with satisfaction. He was totally exhausted and tired. She told the architect again how masterfully he had designed the water landscape. Lai came down from the lookout, showing no sign that he had seen the fucking from a bird's eye view.
Was everything prepared? Had nothing been forgotten? What had been forgotten? Was the staff complete? The princess hardly slept for the last 10 days before the opening and only briefly when she fell asleep from fatigue. The Japanese ambassador and his gentlemen were the guests of honour; he would give a speech on the brothels of Japan, their history and organization. A message of greeting from the Japanese Emperor and Emperor Teng would be read out. There would be music and a performance by the dancers as well as a buffet for everyone.
The opening day dawned, Li and Lai had sat down on the highest gable, holding each other close and silently greeting the morning sun.
The two of them had finally arrived.
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