The Blue Dragon: Chapter 13 (Patreon)

-- CHAPTER 13: Huodou -- 

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“Huodou!” Ziyi exclaimed in alarm somewhere behind me.

The animal on top of me - apparently a ‘Huodou’ - had the shape of a Chuandong Hound but scaled up to the size of a full-grown man. Screw that, this fucking thing was as big as that guy who played The Mountain on Game of Thrones, and I could feel my ribcage starting to buckle beneath the force of its heavy paw on my chest.

Further, its all-black coat was quite literally on fire, with a thin layer of blue haze beneath flickering flames that surrounded it with a corona of searing heat that was already burning through my clothes…

… burning through my skin.

I reacted on pure instinct to grab the dog’s ankle and try to yank its paw off of my chest. Unfortunately, I had neither the strength nor the leverage to make it budge. Fortunately, I did have a different kind of power within me.

My hands turned blue in an instant and started crystallizing over with ice within seconds. The Huodou howled in pain as my magically summoned ice immediately quenched its flames, and it pushed off me, leaping onto the cottage’s small table.

The table did not survive the encounter, collapsing immediately. My chest didn’t feel much better, but at least the seven-foot-tall, five-hundred-pound supernatural monster wasn’t on top of me anymore, and I was able to roll over onto my side to survey the situation.

The Huodou had not arrived alone. Two Liang soldiers dressed in full battle armor had come through the door already, with more following in behind them. Ziyi had leaped forward with a short sword in each hand, twirling and slashing to fend off the first two soldiers while I did an awkward roll on the floor away from them to keep from getting trampled.

A moment later, I threw up both hands, summoning an ice barrier between us and the soldiers and then pushing it forward so that both of them got slammed back against the wall.

“We’ve got to get out of here!” Ziyi shouted while I popped to my feet and threw a water barrier at the fire dog roaring at us from atop what was left of the table, the magic water blasting against the Huodou’s flaming fur and momentarily quenching the fire with a loud hiss and clouds of steam.

“No kidding!” I exclaimed. The small one-room cottage wasn’t big enough for all of us, and already Ziyi and I were basically backed into a corner. Plus, there were more soldiers blocking the only door. “But how?”

“The window!” she yelled, still facing the door. A moment later, her legs transformed into a serpent’s tail. She briefly coiled on the floor before powerfully springing off it and leaping across the room. Along the way, her body both shrunk and morphed into that of a regular-sized Mangshan pit viper, just small and skinny enough to fly past the swinging paw of the Huodou without getting hit. And then she was out through the window opening and into the small garden beyond.

Leaving me all alone in the cottage with six soldiers and a ginormous flaming dog.

The soldiers I wasn’t too worried about. I’d handled myself well enough in the prison and summoned a stable ice barrier with my left hand to hold out as a large shield. They still had swords that could cut through my human flesh quite easily, but as long as I didn’t let any of them get past the barrier, I would only have to focus on one other enemy: the Huodou.

The thing was absolutely massive and quite terrifying to look at. I liked dogs well enough, but the snarling, drooling monstrosity with flaming eyes and spiky fangs was something straight out of a nightmare. The growling Huodou shifted its stance, flexing powerful, bulging muscles as it prepared to leap, and I very nearly shat myself.

Relax, dude. Water always defeats fire in the elemental cycle.

Taking a deep breath, I kept my left arm extended to maintain the ice barrier against the soldiers by the door. Holding up my right fist and narrowing my eyes in concentration, I focused on pouring my energy into my elemental water powers. And a shimmering blue-white, double-edged longsword sprouted up from my fist towards the ceiling before finishing in a jaggedly sharp point.

The fire in the flaming dog’s eyes seemed to dim.

Its tail drooped as it sat down on its hindquarters. Its massive head dropped down between its shoulders. Its sloppy jowls sagged downward in a deep-set frown, and then it leaped out the window, smashing apart the rectangular frame and letting out a pitiful whine as it fled.

I blinked twice, so momentarily startled that I actually dropped the ice barrier between me and the soldiers.

Luckily enough, they were so momentarily startled that they didn’t take advantage of the situation, gawking at the departing dog’s hindquarters with as much surprise as me.

Then they started gawking at me and the still-shimmering blue-white sword in my hand.

They couldn’t run out through the cottage door fast enough, bumping their shoulders into each other as they did so, with one tripping and falling flat on his face before he scrambled up onto all fours and actually crawled for several feet before getting up to continue running away. And thirty seconds later, I was all alone in the cottage without a single thing putting me in danger any longer.

Well, except that the cottage was now on fire.

The ceiling above where the Huodou had crouched atop the crushed table had already been blackened. The table itself was currently on fire. The wooden frame of the open window that the Huodou had jumped through was also on now fire. And the flickering flames were already spreading to the thatched brush that covered the cottage roof.

Hmm… If only someone in this house had supernatural water powers…

I took a deep breath, concentrated, and felt my hands turning blue.

****

“This is all my fault,” I muttered grimly, glancing back in the vague direction of the scorched cottage. It wasn’t safe to be there anymore, so instead Ziyi had led me to what appeared to be an empty warehouse in a different part of the city south of the Luo River where we could lay low for a bit.

“Your fault? How is this your fault?” she asked, arching a delicate eyebrow.

“They must have followed me from the city out to the cottage. I wasn’t doing anything special to throw off pursuit.”

“They didn’t follow you,” Ziyi replied even more grimly. “They must have followed me.”

“Followed you? How? It would be impossible for them to track a Mangshan pit viper.”

“I didn’t stay a Mangshan pit viper the whole time. Walking is a lot faster, after all. Perhaps they didn’t even need to follow either of us. Perhaps they discovered our location through other means entirely. But one thing is for sure: they weren’t expecting you at all. Their trap was meant for me.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Simple: they never would have sent a Fire Elemental if they knew I had a Water Elemental with me. Therefore, they weren’t expecting you at all. A Huodou would’ve proven deadly against someone like me.”

“Someone like you?”

“I’m a Metal Elemental.”

“Metal Elemental? I didn’t know there was any such thing. Aren’t the four elements supposed to be Earth, Air, Fire, and Water?”

“Chinese Wuxing philosophy has five elements, and Air isn’t one of them.”

“Did someone kill off all the Airbenders?”

“What?”

“Nevermind.” I waved my hand dismissively.

She looked at me curiously but continued, “Metal defeats Wood, Wood defeats Earth, Earth defeats Water, Water defeats Fire, and Fire defeats Metal.”

“Good to know.”

She then let snake scales cover almost her entire body from the neck down and then held her arm out so I could inspect them. I’d seen her scales before - especially on Jade - and I knew they were supple and not rigidly hard. But when I tapped on one at her wrist, I realized that they were still incredibly strong and durable.

“These are metal scales?” I asked.

“Your ‘Jade’ doesn’t have metal scales?”

“I know she has scales, but I didn’t know they were metal.”

She nodded. “Supernaturally strong metal. Stronger than soldier armor, for sure. With these, I’m virtually indestructible to most attacks.”

“Except against fire.”

“Except against fire. Under enough heat, my scales will melt and leave me vulnerable. So that’s why they sent a Huodou.” She grimaced and then gave me a grateful look. “Were it not for you, I might have died today.”

I shook my head. “You can’t die. You’re going to live for many, many years until I finally meet you as Jade in the future.”

Her expression turned sorrowful. “You don’t actually know that. I’ve been thinking. Even if you are from the future, for all we both know, this ‘Jade’ you meet is simply another hui shapeshifter who looks a lot like me.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “Another Mangshan pit viper whose stated age would have her born right around this exact time period who happens to look just like you? I mean, people say all Asians look alike, but come on.”

“What people say that?”

“Nevermind. Trust me: you’re going to live.”

Ziyi shook her head. “I hear you saying that, but I can’t let myself believe it. I can’t be reckless, put myself in danger, and assume everything will turn out alright.”

I waggled my head. “Fair enough. But that said, you’re going to have to do something reckless, put yourself in danger, and at least hope that everything will turn out alright. And you’re going to have to do it pretty soon.”

“Why is that?”

I held up the two Imperial Palace entry passes I’d saved from the cottage. “Because these things are only valid tomorrow.”

****

The sun was starting to come down on the following day when Ziyi and I arrived at the southern gate to the Imperial Palace complex and we presented our passes to the guards. I was dressed in new formal lanshan government official attire and wearing makeup to disguise my features, and Ziyi had shapeshifted into a new ruqun hanfu high-waisted dress. We fit right in with the other people traveling through the gate, although the majority of those were government officials leaving the palace complex after concluding their business within. It was unusual for us to be entering this late in the day, but this was the only time I would be able to bring in “my wife”. Women could not be Imperial bureaucrats, so we needed a “social” reason for coming.

“We are visiting Princess Puning,” she stated casually with a charming smile for the guard. No matter what century, men always like it when a pretty girl smiles at them.

“Yes, of course,” the guard replied with a goofy smile of his own. It was nearing dinnertime, the perfect time for a royal’s social visit. He handed back our passes to me and then waved for us to continue. “I’m sure you know the way.”

“Of course we do. Thank you,” Ziyi replied, batting her eyelashes. She then took hold of my arm and led me forward as if she knew exactly where she was going. She probably did know, actually, given that she’d done some earlier scouting as a snake and knew where the sword would be held. I was the one who didn’t know my way around but would need this sort of reconnaissance in order to familiarize myself with the layout.

Beyond the main gate was another courtyard with ten-foot walls and a small moat across it. Should the main gate fail during an attack, the moat and the surrounding walls would make for very good defensive positions. Any attackers would have to cross the small bridges to the other side of the courtyard and then ascend the stairs on the other side.

After ascending those stairs, we passed through another open gate, this one staffed by two guards who didn’t bother to check our passes. They were merely on hand to close the secondary gate doors if necessary. On the other side, we descended the opposite set of stairs leading to a private square for internal ceremonies and took in the spectacular view straight ahead of the Ming Tang, the extravagant Hall of Enlightenment. Further beyond and to the left was the five-story Tian Tang, the Heavenly Hall. But Ziyi instead led me across the square to the right towards the eastern side of the palace.

She’d given me a brief overview of the Imperial Palace grounds. The west side by the service gate were for operations: food, logistics, administration, the barracks, and the like. The north side held the Inner Court, with Emperor Taizu’s residence, his private garden, and the Imperial Treasury. And the east side was for royal leisure, with the Imperial Garden, the Painting Gallery, and the spiritual centers.

I chose to take it as a good omen that we were heading to the east side, given that Qinglong was the Azure Dragon of the East. Also, the further away we stayed from the barracks the better, at least for now. If the whole point of this venture was for me to familiarize myself with the layout, I’d have to scope out that area eventually.

Luoyang had been a capital city of Ancient China since A.D. 25, but the city had been burned down and rebuilt many times over the centuries. The present Imperial Palace was a mix of ancient architecture and new construction, much like the rest of the city, with slate gray stone for paved walkways amidst carefully manicured greenery designed to promote feng shui harmony and the circulation of chi energy throughout the entire area.

The palace complex was far more regimented than the rest of the city, however. The majority of the buildings had identical gabled rooftops and were constructed at precise right angles to each other on strictly north-south and east-west alignment. The land had been graded into a uniformly flat surface without hills or valleys.

The general plan was for us to casually meander around the palace grounds as if we belonged there, hiding in plain sight. We moved at an unhurried pace so as not to draw attention, and I had to force myself to keep my gaze forward and use my peripherals to look around. A government official gawking at all the scenery like a dumb tourist would most certainly garner some attention.

Guards were also milling about the area, although most of them ignored us. One guard, however, perhaps saw us near the Painting Gallery and then saw us again when we doubled back to head towards the Imperial Garden. And he raised his hand, calling out, “You there! Stop!”

We stopped and waited politely, and I forced myself to relax. “Yes, sir? Is there a problem?” I asked with a genteel, innocent expression.

The guard walked up to us and instructed, “State your business.”

“We are visiting Princess Puning,” Ziyi explained helpfully, batting her eyelashes and smiling.

Once again, a pretty girl smiling had its usual effect, and the guard actually smiled back at her. Still, he asked, “Do you know where her residence is?”

Ziyi replied easily, “She is in the Palace of Great Benevolence.”

“Indeed, but the Palace of Great Benevolence is in that direction.” The guard gestured northward.

“We know, but my husband and I are stopping by the Imperial Garden to pluck a lotus blossom for her,” Ziyi explained, gesturing the other way. “We don’t want to arrive for a social visit with the princess empty-handed.”

“Ah.” The guard nodded in understanding and briefly bowed his head. “Very well. Have a good evening.”

“And you as well,” I replied formally, sketching a short bow in return. I then took Ziyi’s arm and we walked off towards the garden while the guard turned and went the other way.

We actually did go to the Imperial Garden and plucked a lotus blossom from a pond, a pretty one with evenly sized white petals and dark pink hues in the center. Ziyi was careful to dry it off and then carried it with her as we returned to the main walkways, this time heading north towards the Inner Court and the Imperial residences.

We didn’t actually try to enter the Inner Court, though. Doing so would require presenting our passes to another set of guards, passes which did NOT include entry into the Inner Court. Only the Emperor himself and his closest wives lived there. Fortunately, Princess Puning was only a lesser daughter of one of Zhu Wen’s tertiary wives. She did not live within the Inner Court, so there was no conflict with our supposed reason for being in the palace complex.

We did however check out the northern wall and its little-used gate. As expected, it was lightly guarded and appeared to be the easiest path to get out of a locked-down palace complex. The unclimbable walls were designed to keep invaders out, not to keep escapees in. And we would easily be able to ascend the stairs to the top of the north gate and descend from there.

Continuing counterclockwise around the palace grounds, we passed by tightly clustered buildings that looked far more “functional” than “aesthetically pleasing”. These were buildings used for administration of the palace complex and education of the young royals. But according to the signs above their doors, they still had lofty names like Tower of State Benevolence or Hall of Honesty and Respect.

The barracks that housed the palace guards were also located in this section, named the Hall of Military Prowess, and that was when we ran into trouble.

“You there! Stop!” an authoritative voice commanded from behind us while we stood beside the Hall of Literary Glory.

Ziyi and I both casually turned around, and I asked with a genteel, innocent expression, “Yes, sir? Is there a problem?”

The guard walked up to us and instructed, “State your business.”

“We are visiting Princess Puning,” Ziyi explained helpfully, batting her eyelashes and smiling.

Perhaps the setting sun did not provide enough illumination for the guard to see the pretty girl’s smile. Perhaps her face was in shadow. Perhaps this older, grizzled guard was more immune to the charms of a pretty girl. Whatever the reason, the guard ignored Ziyi completely and narrowed his eyes at me. “Princess Puning? Do you know where her residence is?”

Since the guard’s attention remained on me, I shrugged and replied, “She is in the Palace of Great Benevolence.”

“Indeed, but the Palace of Great Benevolence is nowhere near here. Why are you here, scholar?”

The word ‘scholar’ gave me an idea, as the guard must have identified me by my scholar’s robes. I gestured to the Hall of Literary Glory and explained, “I needed to return a book to the library. That is finished, so my wife and I are now continuing on our visit to Princess Puning.”

The guard looked suspicious. “You work here? I don’t recognize you.”

“I’ve only been here for a week,” I said reasonably.

He still looked suspicious and gave me a stern look as if waiting to see if I’d crack and start babbling something stupid. I actually felt like babbling something stupid, but Ziyi interjected smoothly, “Please, sir, may we go now? We do not want to be late for dinner, especially after my husband’s errand.”

The guard stood up straight and pursed his lips, evaluating us with an expression that clearly said that his instincts told him something was fishy. For a moment, it seemed like he was going to arrest us or something, just in case. But instead he gave us a grand smile and gestured eastward.

“By all means. Please be on your way,” he stated with a forced amiability that immediately put me on alert.

Still, I replied politely, “Thank you very much.” And then I took Ziyi by the arm and started walking back across the imperial grounds towards the royal residences.

And the guard started following us.

Neither of us turned around to look over our shoulders, but I could tell Ziyi felt his presence just the same. She held my hand around her arm, her fingernails digging into my skin just a bit from tension. Still, both of us continued at the same unhurried pace we’d been using for the past hour of walking around like we belonged there. And we acted as if neither of us noticed that we had a shadow.

I had no idea where the Palace of Great Benevolence was located but Ziyi subtly directed me where to go. We passed through the courtyard between the Inner Court and the back of the Ming Tang. I risked a glance up at the towering Tian Tang, briefly thinking of the great Sword of Baihu that must be stored within, our ultimate goal. And a part of me wondered if we might not be better off just making a run for it here and now, charging the five-story tower, battling our way to the sword, and then racing to the north gate to make a dramatic escape.

It was my destiny… right?

It had already been written… right?

Perhaps sensing my impatience, Ziyi dug her fingernails a little deeper into my skin and urged me forward. I relaxed and continued walking, crossing the courtyard and moving into the lush foliage and greenspaces surrounding the royal residences. At that point, I rather hoped that the grizzled guard would leave us alone and return to the barracks, but when we rounded a building, I caught a glimpse of him still following from a hundred paces back.

Ziyi led us straight to an ornately decorated two-story building with a sign above it that read: Palace of Great Benevolence. My heart started beating faster in my chest as we ascended the steps onto the front porch and walked beneath a circular arch built from lacquered red wood. The plan all along had been to tell anyone who asked that we were visiting the Princess Puning, but I never expected we might actually visit the princess. And I had no idea what we might say to talk our way out of the situation now that we were here.

Stopping in front of the door, Ziyi took hold of a small bell dangling by a red ribbon, and she rang it three times. Then we waited patiently while I gritted my teeth and forced myself not to look back over my shoulder at where that grizzled guard must certainly be still watching us.

A minute later, the door opened and a young maid bowed. “Yes? How may I serve you?”

“We are here to visit Princess Puning,” Ziyi stated pleasantly. “Would you be so kind as to inform her that--”

“But the princess is not expecting any company tonight,” the maid interrupted in confusion. “She is not properly dressed for visitors.”

“We understand,” Ziyi continued sweetly. “Still, it is very important that we--”

“I’m sorry, but that’s impossible,” the maid interrupted again, shaking her head in the negative. And she started to back away while closing the door.

I could practically feel the guard approaching closer behind us, so on impulse, I took a step forward to put my foot into the doorway.

“Please…” I intoned with as much charm as I could manage, leaning forward and smiling at the young woman. “It would mean so much to me if you could help us out. Won’t you ask the princess if she will see us?”

The girl looked up at me…

… and her eyes went wide. No matter what century, girls always like it when I smile at them. The Ax Effect was doing its thing.

“Yes… Yes of course…” the maid replied with a goofy smile of her own, giggling cutely as she blushed. “Please come in.”

We went inside.

****

“Noooo… it is so wrong… Ohhh… Ohhh… Father would be furious if he found out… Ohhh… Ohhh… It’s so big! Too big inside of me! Toobig-toobig-toobig-OH-OH-OH! Oh gods! Oh gods! Ah! AH!!! MMPH!!!”

Princess Puning’s cry was muffled by my hand to keep her from screaming out loud. She’d been pushing the limit as I was, and the absolute last thing any of us wanted was for one of the guards outside to hear her orgasmic shrieking and come to investigate.

Ziyi must’ve been on the same wavelength, because she appeared next to us a moment later, holding a scarlet red strip of cloth. And when I removed my hand from Puning’s mouth, Ziyi was quick to wrap the cloth over the girl’s face and tie it behind her head as a more permanent muffle.

If Puning seemed to mind, she didn’t show it. She merely closed her eyes and surrendered to the feelings while clutching my body above hers with all four limbs, concentrating inwards on the sensations of being filled up with thick dick for the very first time.

The princess was a tiny little thing, petite and slender with the face of a porcelain doll and a cherubic smile. Warlord Zhu Wen, now Emperor Taizu, had many wives and consorts, and even more sons and daughters, but only his most favored lived within the Inner Court. Puning was the fourth eldest daughter and had come of age, which meant that she was old enough to live on her own until her father decided to marry her off to some young lord from another kingdom for political reasons. Until then, she was expected to continue her education, learn how to run a household, and remain virginally pure.

Oops.

I didn’t plan on taking the young princess’s cherry, and from the way Ziyi stood next to us holding two fingers to her temple and her bright-green eyes closed with an expression that stated she had a really bad headache, it was clear that she wasn’t particularly thrilled with how this evening was turning out. But in my defense, I’d argue that we really didn’t have any other choice.

I mean, it wasn’t like The Ax Effect had an OFF switch. I couldn’t help it.

As the maid said, Princess Puning had not been expecting visitors tonight and was therefore not dressed for guests. She had not been attired in an elaborately complicated dress with three layers and an overabundance of fancy embroidery. Her face had not been painted white with cherry-red lipstick and exotic eyeshadow. Her hair had not been artfully piled atop her head with golden jewelry woven throughout. She was simply a fresh-faced girl wearing a thin robe that did not restrict the movement of her unfettered breasts, and she’d been utterly shocked and horrified to find her maid bringing outside guests into her private chambers while she was thusly underdressed.

But the maid had appeared only too happy to please me while ignoring Ziyi completely, asking if I was hungry and explaining that the princess was just settling down to dinner. Puning had been simultaneously angry with her maid and desperate to impress me at first sight, berating her servant girl for not giving her proper warning while concurrently apologizing to me with nervous laughter that she didn’t usually look like this. Both the maid’s and Puning’s voices started to escalate, Ziyi started looking towards the front door nervously for fear of guards coming to investigate why the women were yelling so soon after we’d arrived, and I’d stepped forward while mustering all the charm I could come up with by complimenting her beauty, stating that I was hungry, and insisting that I would be much happier if we could just all get along and have a pleasant meal.

So we did have a pleasant meal. Well, the maid brought the meal and then remained halfway hidden in the doorway, watching me, Ziyi, and Puning eat. Well, she was watching ME eat, at least. Puning was watching me eat too, or more accurately, she was watching my mouth with a deeply aroused expression that indicated she wanted to find out what my lips might feel like all over her naked body. And when the young princess took a stick of sliced cucumber and pumped it in and out of her mouth rather lasciviously, I wondered just how much the girl had already learned about the carnal arts.

Was there a Chinese version of the Kama Sutra that they taught to young princesses? The throbbingly hard dick in my pants certainly wanted to find out. And as soon as Puning noticed that I had a woody, she stared at my crotch quite hungrily.

Still, the three of us maintained our formalities. We engaged in pleasant conversation as Ziyi made up a story about us being a rising scholar and his wife looking for promotions through the hierarchy of court society and how we would very much appreciate a royal whispering in the right ears. Puning was quite understanding and only too eager to help us out, making it obviously clear that she would do anything for me.

“Anything,” she emphasized before pumping that cucumber stick in and out of her mouth once more.

But nothing went beyond some heavy flirting, and as dinner wrapped up, I could see Ziyi checking the water clock in the corner of the room to measure how much time had passed.

I hadn’t done reconnaissance on the entire palace complex, but I figured I understood enough of it to orient myself during a future raid to steal the sword. We could quite reasonably leave Princess Puning’s house at this time having concluded our social visit and then casually walk out the front gate as if the whole night had been utterly ordinary. And when the maid came to clean away the dishes, Ziyi and I stood up and prepared to leave.

But Puning didn’t want me to go. The sash of her robe slipped and the two halves opened, revealing a vertical slit two inches wide of her naked torso between her perky breasts. She circled the table, grabbed my hand, and clutched it with both of hers. She was less than five feet tall and had to stare up at me at a steep angle. Still, she carried herself with a haughty, regal demeanor, and there was an almost condescending malevolence in her eyes as she intoned seriously, “I don’t know who you are or why you have come, but I WILL scream and call for the guards if you don’t give me what I want.”

I swallowed thickly and asked, “And what do you want?”

“This.” Her tiny hand slipped beneath the waistband of my pants, cool fingers encircling my rigid shaft too thick for her thumb and forefingers to touch.

You already know what happened next.

Well, not exactly what happened next.

My dick was apparently the very first one Puning had ever gotten her hands on, and she was super-eager and super-excited to explore every square millimeter of its surface as soon as she got my pants off. I was used to being the one in control of most of my sexual encounters, but her royal highness was a prissy type used to always getting her way, and while the Ax Effect amplified a girl’s sexual attraction to me, it didn’t do anything to temper a girl’s sense of imperial entitlement.

So that’s how I wound up standing next to a chaise lounge letting the princess inspect my fascinating equipment while she spread her legs aside to let her young maid warm her up with an agile tongue and equally tiny fingers. These high-ranking women really did always turn to each other for sexual release.

In any case, it didn’t take long for Puning to switch from visually and manually inspecting my equipment to attempting to fit my girth into her mouth. She did not have much success stretching the small aperture of her lips around my massive mushroom head, but she gamely kept trying and added some teasingly ticklish tongue action to the process. And after a few minutes of eager exploration, she decided it was time to move on to the main event.

Puning made quick work of my clothes and then spent a minute investigating my chiseled musculature. She cooed quite happily and sat me down atop the chaise lounge, standing up before me and having her maid draw away her robe. The petite little princess almost looked me eye-to-eye even though I was sitting down, and she preened and posed prettily while showing off her perky breasts, svelte figure, and puffy pink labia already engorged in excited anticipation.

She ordered me to stay right where I was as she knelt astride my lap, reached between us to hold erect my shaft, and then gingerly tried to sit herself down on it. I could see the carnal craving in her eyes as she was so desperate to deflower herself, perhaps in too much of a hurry as she tried to sit down her heretofore unstretched snatch around my steel-hard shlong without immediate success.

“It’s too big!” she whined.

“Maybe we should stop,” I suggested.

The blaze in her eyes immediately informed me that we would not, in fact, be stopping.

“Pull me down,” she instructed.

“What?”

“Use those big muscles and pull me down!”

“Um. Okayyy…” Taking hold of her narrow hips, so small that my fingertips nearly touched at the small of her back, I held firm and tugged Puning downward atop my prick. But her small little hole refused to stretch, and I felt my shaft starting to bend rather painfully, so I ceased my efforts and told her, “You’re too tight.”

“Pull me down harder!”

“Maybe we should--”

“Pull me down harder! I need it! I want it! Give it to me or I’ll scream for the guards!”

“Scream for the guards and your father will be furious when he finds out. He would probably execute you for what you’re doing,” Ziyi stated quietly from the corner of the room.

“But I WANT it!” Puning whined while glaring at her. Then she twisted further and commanded, “Maid! Get me wetter!”

“Yes, your highness,” the maid chirped immediately, her eyes bugging out a bit as she continued to stare at my massive meat and the tiny girl straddled atop it like the star on a Christmas Tree.

Puning laid back across the chaise lounge, spread her legs, and held her maid’s head to her loins. “Lick me! Stick your fingers in me! Stretch me out more so I can fit his dick inside!”

The maid’s affirmative response was muffled by her mistress’s muff.

“You! Bring that gorgeous dick back here. I want to suck on it and play with it.”

“Yes, your highness,” I replied automatically as I stepped over to her, letting the princess slobber all over my shaft, lick my crown, and try to stuff my meat between her lips once more.

Ziyi rolled her eyes and groaned. She made that expression with two fingers to her temple as if she had a headache, closing her eyes. And when she looked back at me, she gave me a look of mixed disgust and disappointment.

And I felt a surge of energy inside me.

Seizing hold of Puning’s head with both hands, I yanked her skull towards me while simultaneously slamming my pelvis forward. She squeaked in surprise and then squealed in momentary wide-eyed terror as my mushroom head suddenly popped through the tight ring of her lips. The force of my thrust briefly pushed my dick into her throat, and she audibly gagged. But rather that release her, I merely pulled back, gave her a second to breathe, and then rammed my cock into her mouth again.

She loved it.

Princess Puning’s little hands gripped my granite-chiseled asscheeks and held on for the ride while I skullfucked her, her little mouth making audible [glug-glug] sounds as I did so. She stared up at me with saucer-shaped eyes shimmering with moisture and even the occasional tear that rolled down her cheek, but she held on tight. And she quivered from her maid’s continued efforts on her nether regions, whimpering and shivering and finally screaming her orgasmic relief.

Well she tried to scream, but I shoved my dick down her throat, cutting off her cry so that the guards wouldn’t be able to hear, and she wound up making nothing louder than muffled gagging sounds while her entire body shuddered and spasmed in spastic ecstasy.

And then I released her head.

Puning’s irises wobbled in asynchronous directions within her head as she gasped and collapsed back across the chaise lounge. One arm went over her face and the other skewed off the side of the cushion, and for a moment I thought she might have passed out.

I wasn’t the only one to think so as her maid immediately loomed over her, fanning Puning’s face with her hand and asking in alarm if she was alright. The princess merely groaned while her eyelids fluttered for a few seconds, and by then I was already settling to my knees between the princess’s spread thighs.

The tiny Chinese doll gasped and tensed up when she felt my thick prick probing at her virgin entrance. I loomed over her limp body, taking hold of her hips to get myself properly aligned. And she looked up into my eyes with an expression of alarm, her previously prissy demeanor completely gone.

“Do you want me to continue, princess?” I asked roughly, finally feeling fully in charge of this encounter. “Or should I leave?”

“Noooo…” she whined. “I mean yes! I mean… Please! Push it in me!”

Gripping her hips again, I leaned forward to start pressing my prick between the folds of her pussy. She was still exquisitely tight, almost excruciatingly so, even after her maid had used her fingers to stretch the Puning’s pussy out. Speaking of the maid, the girl was gawking at us with wide eyes and both hands clamped over her face. But she did nothing to interfere, all of her attention downwards where my angry purple knob slowly split the princess’s slit.

“Ahhh! AHHH!” Puning gasped as she felt herself stretched to the very limits. She actually looked in serious pain, so I backed off a bit.

“Maybe we should stop.”

“Noooo!” she exclaimed. “Don’t stop! In me! In meEEEEE!!!”

Puning squealed as my mushroom head suddenly popped through and I gained a couple of inches. She clamped down immediately around my shaft, arresting my forward momentum. Her arms cinched around my neck while her legs locked behind my ass. And she stared up at me in wide-eyed wonder at what was happening.

“I am a virgin no more…” she whispered in half-disbelief.

“There’s still a lot more to go,” I told her with a smirk.

She looked between us at the long dong that still had many more inches to go and then giggled. She shook her head, incredulous at the sight, and then looked up at me again. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s so wrong. I was supposed to save myself.”

I frowned. “Do you regret this?”

“Not at all. I want more. In me. IN ME. OHHHH!!!” she gasped as I pushed more into her, just another inch in before she clamped up again. And then she started giggling again. “Oh it’s so wrong. So wrong.”

I started pulling back.

“Noooo!” she whined.

“I’m just finding my balance,” I assured her, repositioning my knees. Then I clamped my ass and pushed forward with my glutes, burying more and more of my big dick into Princess Puning’s no longer virginal vagina.

“Noooo… it is so wrong… Ohhh… Ohhh… Father would be furious if he found out… Ohhh… Ohhh… It’s so big! Too big inside of me! Toobig-toobig-toobig-OH-OH-OH! Oh gods! Oh gods! Ah! AH!!! MMPH!!!”

Princess Puning’s cry was muffled by my hand to keep her from screaming out loud. She’d been pushing the limit as I was, and the absolute last thing any of us wanted was for one of the guards outside to hear her orgasmic shrieking and come to investigate.

Ziyi must’ve been on the same wavelength, because she appeared next to us a moment later, holding a scarlet red strip of cloth. And when I removed my hand from Puning’s mouth, Ziyi was quick to wrap the cloth over the girl’s face and tie it behind her head as a more permanent muffle.

If Puning seemed to mind, she didn’t show it. She merely closed her eyes and surrendered to the feelings while clutching my body above hers with all four limbs, concentrating inwards on the sensations of being filled up with thick dick for the very first time.

And then I fucked her.

****

I pounded Puning into the chaise lounge.

I did my little thing where I picked her up and walked around the room, bouncing the petite princess up and down my pumping prick like she was riding a pogo stick.

I planted her on her own bed, face-down and ass-up, folding both of her arms across her lower back so that she was helpless to resist my relentless reaming.

I spanked her ass and she screamed into the cloth gag tied around her mouth.

I flipped her over so that her head hung upside-down over the edge of the bed, pulled down the gag and skullfucked her little head for a little bit before replacing the gag, spinning her around the other way, and slamming my schlong straight back into her spasming snatch.

Puning came.

And she came.

And she came.

For a young virgin who’d never touched a male penis before, she was very much taking to sex like a duck takes to water. And if it wasn’t for our makeshift gag, she would’ve been announcing her enthusiasm to the entire Imperial Palace.

Of course, that was with me doing most of the work and using her tiny body like little ragdoll fucktoy.

I let her finally sit up on top of me and go for a ride on her own. She squatted above my lap, knees up in a sort of upright frog position, merrily bouncing away. She came again, and when I warned her that I was on the verge of erupting myself, she got a little gleam in her eyes and simply started riding me even harder, intent on getting me to baste her womb with all my sticky sperm.

It was her maid who came to her senses first, rushing forward to knock Puning off of me right before I blew. The young maid then promptly slammed her mouth down around my meat, sucking powerfully while I grunted and gushed what felt like gallons of hot cum straight down her throat.

Clearly, the maid’s not a virgin, Dong drawled.

‘Clearly,’ I agreed.

So then I sat up, flipped the maid onto her back, and slammed my big dick into her.

That kicked off a wicked little threesome during which Puning took off her gag and crawled over to make out with her equally petite maid, swapping spit and tickling tongues together. I fingerbanged the princess with two pumping digits while pumping my prick in and out of Júhuā, which translated to “Chrysanthemum”.

Juhua went for a ride reverse cowgirl with Puning licking her pussy.

I stood next to the bed rodding Puning while Juhua sat on her mistress’s face.

I bent over both of them doggy-style, swapping girls at my whim while fingerbanging the other. Getting perhaps a little carried away, I curled a finger to Ziyi, who was still watching, my waggling eyebrows inviting her to join in. But the hui shapeshifter merely rolled her eyes, folded her arms across her chest, and walked out of the room.

Juhua did a much better job of keeping her orgasmic screams quiet. I figured she had more practice at keeping her sexual encounters clandestine, and I idly wondered what other palace servants she might be hooking up with. Puning, on the other hand, had to keep remembering to clap her own hand over her face. But when that started proving too difficult, she went over to find the cloth gag, tied it over her mouth, and then jumped right back in.

Princess Puning very nearly got my second load injected into her while I was banging her from behind. But Juhua was doing a good job of looking out for her mistress’s best interests and made sure to shove my belly to push me out and then hand-jack my semen all over the bent-over beauty’s backside. Then the lascivious maid licked up every drop, her eyes gleaming the whole time.

This girl definitely knows how to have a good time, Dong pronounced quite admiringly.

‘I had NO idea,’ I mentally replied in awe as Juhua then proceeded to spin herself around, bend over with her butt in the air, and then reach back with both hands to spread her asscheeks apart and reveal her wrinkled starfish.

“潜入月影谷步道” she offered in a husky voice, which loosely translated in my brain as, ‘Dive through the path of the moon shadow’s valley.’

She’s inviting you to fuck her ass.

‘I got that. Thanks.’

Some things didn’t need precise verbal translation, especially the way Juhua managed to make her sphincter wink at me. So I lined myself up and I rammed my big dick home.

“天哪，这比我想象的要大得多!” she exclaimed, and Dong started laughing so loud in my head that I actually missed the translation.

Puning started laughing too, which made me laugh as well. The sounds of young people speaking and laughing didn’t worry any of us - this was a social visit after all - I just wanted to make sure the girls weren’t screaming orgasmically over and over again in a way that Imperial guards outside might hear.

Meanwhile, I enjoyed the simple pleasure of blasting my big dick up a bangin’ babe’s backdoor. Juhua initially kept herself on all fours, swaying back to meet my forward thrusts and biting her lower lip to muffle her pleasure. But then I raised my right foot up onto the bed and hammered her heinie so hard that her arms buckled. And then I drilled her asshole like an oil derrick on speed.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!” I grunted with a grin.

After that, Juhua was reduced to guttural groans and deep breaths as if she’d gotten the wind knocked out of her while I repeatedly reamed out her rectum. Puning kept teasing her maid with comments like, “You asked for it” and “You won’t be able to sit down for a week” and “Don’t think you can use this as an excuse for a day off tomorrow.”

Juhua grunted back various replies in a far less subservient tone than she’d been doing throughout the night, including one that challenged, “Does her royal highness think she can handle it better?”

I actually missed Puning’s precise reply, but her tone sounded very much like ‘Bring it on.’ And the pretty princess promptly bent over beside her maid, face-down and ass-up, reaching back with both hands to spread her buttcheeks aside.

Oh HELL yeah, Dong pronounced excitedly.

“If you want to try, you’ll have to wait your turn,” Juhua replied with a smirk, gasping for breath as I continued plundering her posterior. “Because I think… he’s… going… to… spurt!”

Juhua was right. I thundered down the final stretch, really stretching her anal chute as lightning bolts of pleasure shot through my veins, feeding my muscles with more and more power. Just as the maid came to that last word ‘spurt’, spurt I did as I slammed forward one final time with enough force to buckle her legs, and we both slammed down onto the mattress with my cock cannon cramming her colon full of creamy cum.

“AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!” I growled beneath my breath, restraining myself from shouting my orgasmic glee as I basted Juhua’s bowels with my baby batter.

“EEEEEEEENNNNHHHH!!!” the maid squealed through clenched teeth, likewise holding back her audible ecstasy even though an overwhelming orgasm exploded throughout her entire body.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!” Ziyi suddenly screamed in such a way that immediately washed away my sense of rapturous bliss beneath an icy sheet of sheer terror, and I turned my head just in time to see her body go flying across the room and slam into the far wall.

“STOP IN THE NAME OF EMPEROR TAIZU!” a loud male voice shouted from the bedroom doorway leading to the front door. I looked up to see four or five guards standing there.

“STOP IN THE NAME OF EMPEROR TAIZU!” a second male voice shouted from the direction of the nearest window…

… a solid-glass window that had been fully closed seconds ago with heavy curtains covering it to prevent anyone from seeing what was going on inside. But the window was gone now, and I definitely mean gone. The glass had been shattered into a hundred pieces by the impact of Ziyi’s body flying through it and into the bedroom. The drapes had been torn asunder, and another for our five guards stood just outside. And my heart raced in complete and utter panic and fear.

But it wasn’t the guards that scared me. What scared me was the fact that Ziyi was crumpled against the wall, her neck bent at an unnatural angle. Her body was almost completely covered in metal scales for defense, shielding her everywhere except for her face…

… and except for the gaping hole against her side, a hole in which the scales had all been melted away, leaving scorched, blackened skin and dark red flesh with charred marks oozing blood beneath it.

Ziyi wasn’t moving. Quite plainly, she looked very, very dead.

What could have happened? When had she gone outside? What could have possibly smashed through her armored scales and caused such damage?

The answer came quickly enough. A hulking, seven-foot-tall black dog stalked over just outside the shattered bedroom window, its all-black coat quite literally on fire, with a thin layer of blue haze beneath flickering flames that surrounded it with a corona of searing heat.

The Huodou.

It opened its mouth to snarl at me, and I instinctively raised my arms to protect myself. Puning and Juhua were absolutely terrified, both of them trying to cover their nakedness with both arms while screaming in abject fear. And their screams only increased in pitch and volume as the Huodou opened its mouth to roar.

Not just roar.

Like a match had been struck, a spark set off inside the giant dog’s mouth. A flame burst to life between its teeth.

‘You gotta be fucking kidding me. The dog can breathe fire!?!’

Welcome to Imperial China.

And then it attacked.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Prologue & Chapter 1: The Ax Effect: https://www.patreon.com/posts/102225387

Chapter 2: Santa Monica: https://www.patreon.com/posts/102437478

Chapter 3: The Zellij Fountain: https://www.patreon.com/posts/102691018

Chapter 4: Euhemerism: https://www.patreon.com/posts/102919819

Chapter 5: The Fremont Troll: https://www.patreon.com/posts/103191700

Chapter 6: Jade: https://www.patreon.com/posts/103443053

Chapter 7: The Blue Gecko: https://www.patreon.com/posts/103699709

Chapter 8: Yaoguai: https://www.patreon.com/posts/103978374

Chapter 9: Rome: https://www.patreon.com/posts/104213388

Chapter 10: Seeing Sights: https://www.patreon.com/posts/104466709

Chapter 11: Liu Kang: https://www.patreon.com/posts/104728056

Chapter 12: Ziyi: https://www.patreon.com/posts/104949855