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Prologue
He struggled. It was what he did best, struggling against his rank in life, struggling against the forces of Wu and struggling against his lord. Cao Cao had never done this to him and, until now, Cao Pi had never given him reason to struggle so. His robe tore from the strength of their opposing forces. Pushed onto soft cushions by hard hands, his headpiece pulled off and tossed aside; dark hair, long, smooth and black as a rushing river, flew this way and that as he silently panted and fought. For what seemed like hours he squirmed and twisted, stretching away from and into the other man. He lay still finally, sweaty from exertion, aroused and frustrated. Cao Pi lay beside him and one leg pressed between his thighs, relentlessly rubbing up and down. He imagined those saccharine lips were formed into a smug expression as Cao Pi said, "Sima Yi, what do you advise now?"
Such a stupid question, really, what with those clever hands moving under his robes and those clever fingers undoing buttons and ties wherever they wandered. His body became heavier with each layer of cloth removed until he felt like a giant stone, drowning at the bottom of the sea; the ocean of Wei. He should have been the captain sailing its vastness, but it had all ended with Zhen Ji.
He gasped, feeling slippery fingers press inside of him and warm breath moving over his back. The stupid whore, she wasn't even a virgin anymore, but still she insisted. "Let us wait until our wedding night," she had told Cao Pi. For such a patient man, it seemed ridiculous that he could feel sexual frustration at all. Oh, why had he taunted him? It had seemed like such a good strategy. Seize power while Cao Pi was chasing the stupid cow and by the time he finally caught her, Sima Yi would be in a position to overthrow his difficult lord. He had dismissed Zhen Ji's close whispers with Cao Pi for mere flirting. Who knew she would be advising as well, and such things she advised! If his soul did not burn to destroy her, he would have taken her on as a student. She was a brilliant tactician. And now she had neatly maneuvered Sima Yi into a corner that he could not escape from with Cao Pi playing the cat who had found a new toy.
The little moan escaped without his permission and Cao Pi smiled against his neck. He could never get used to this gentle invasion. The feel of cock pressing where it should not and the sudden sharp pain of entry were bearable compared to the conflicting friction of getting fucked.