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Syaoran watched for her reaction. There was nothing but pure untainted horror. She stared at him wide-eyed, mouth opened. Syaoran growled under his breath. He lowered himself into the water. What was that wench thinking?
Sakura's head fell under the water and burst back out. Terrified, she swam backwards. Syaoran fell forward and grabbed her ankle.
"Does the thought of your king washing you, repulse you?" he said dangerously.
He pulled her to him wrapping one strong arm around her waist. Heat rose to her cheeks. Her breath came in ragged, forced pants. His other arm came around her and held like a chain.
"N-..no," she gasped, "b-but.. I d-."
He smiled slightly as she forced herself to stop struggling, despite her utter fear. Maybe he should give her something to be scared about. She was cut off by his lips. They smothered hers. His hand pressed her lower back to him. His length crushed painfully against her hip. He opened her mouth and tasted her. Timidly, Sakura played with his mouth and tongue, exploring like a first kiss should. First kiss.
Syaoran ran one hand across a breast and still kept the other pushing lightly against her back. She cried out against his mouth. Syaoran nipped slowly down and across her jaw. His hand never ceased to roam the virgin body. Her nipples were puckered. Her hands touched lightly against his chest. She was very wet. He wanted so badly to lay her down and fuck her hard.
Sakura's arms came around and encircled his neck. She played with his thick brown hair. Her eyes were shut tightly. She moaned softly lost in the heat.
He nipped his way back up and kissed her again. This one was softer, less demanding, almost playful. Syaoran pulled his lips away from hers. Sakura opened her eyes to find his intense brown orbs staring at her. She blinked as if disoriented by his appearance. "How old are you?"
She gazed at him, as if confused by the question. She furrowed her eyebrows and whispered, "Fifteen."
"Perfect." He whispered kissing just below the collar bone. "I am eighteen."
Royal at birth. Separated from his mother just after weening. Betrothed at the age of two. Began training at the age of five. King at the age of eight. His childhood had been unlike any other child. He'd been raised to be king. More than a king.
He left blots across her neck. His hands cupped her butt and lifted her up higher. Syaoran took a nipple into his warm mouth. He sucked and pulled. Sakura shuddered with pleasure.
Syaoran's hand came between her legs. She wimpered and drew him closer. He plunged a finger deep into her. She cried out. Syaoran felt himself get even harder, she was so tight. He could barely restrain himself. He reminded himself that it would be all worth it.
Sakura moaned and moved to the rhythm of his finger. He slid it in and out of her in a slow teasing pace. She pulled painfully at his hair.
With surprising boldness, she captured his lips. Syaoran kissed her back, roughly. He thrust harder and quicker. Sakura's body rocked with every plunge.
She arched and gasped as her whole body raked with a new sensation. It was a new feeling. Intense. Raw pleasure. She shuddered and moaned falling against his hot body. Sakura gasped for air lying limply from her orgasm. He pushed her against a straight black stone. She clung to his solid body.
Syaoran contented to play with her mouth. She felt him part her mouth and slip his tongue in. He ran it over her teeth and tongue. His hands held her hips tightly. His lower body rubbed against her.
Sakura felt the tip of him against her womanhood. She ached and the hot liquid poured from in-between her legs.
"Your highness, you are needed at once," Hiiragizawa appeared from the spring door.
Syaoran hugged her closer and nipped kisses down her jaw. His hands pushed her lower back against him once again, "Handle it alone."
He cleared his throat, obviously in discomfort with the current situation.
"Your strict orders were to see you once Cheng-Ji is found. He is waiting for you in the study on the second floor. Two guards are outside the door and two are inside with him. I believe this is urgent."
Syaoran growled with annoyance. He let go of her body and got out of the spring. Picking up his scattered clothes, he turned around and left without another word. Eriol nodded to Sakura and followed Syaoran down the hall.
Sakura stared after him. Her heart beat wildly and her head spun. She lowered herself into the water until the tip of her nose touch the surface. She wanted to drown and not feel so embarrassed and used, but then she wanted to be back in his arms doing ...
Sakura scrubbed herself harshly. Her skin was raw and blistered. She shivered though the hot spring was very hot. He was now her fiancée, but she still felt dirty. Fiancee... that thought drifted into her mind. He was a stranger, someone she had barely known for more than a few hours.
Sakura's fingers pruned in the hot water. He wash cloth laid forgotten in the bottom of the spring. She had been there for nearly an hour. He had forgotten about her.
Sakura pulled herself out and shivered. She dried herself with a warm white towel. Sakura grabbed the pink kimono and wrapped it around her tiny waist. The fine silk felt like air against her skin. It was the finest thing she'd ever worn. Enlaced into the stitching were small drops of red rubies. The stitched silk made a beautiful, sad flowered pattern.
Along the Spring walls were four seperate doors. It seemed that this was in the center of the castle and one of the doors led to her room. She stumbled through the door Syaoran had left through a while ago. Sakura followed what she thought was the right path. Before, she hadn't cared to make quite sure where she had gone. Sakura moaned as she found herself in a dark secluded hall. Around her, hung portraits of the royal family. One particular painting showed four girls. The oldest had probably been barely ten. It was the only portrait of them.
Sakura walked on, deeper into the infinite labyrinth whose paintings seemed to follow and mock her. She came upon a door. From within were voices. One was distinctly the deep tone of her fiancé. "Are you sure this has been kept in secrecy?" Syaoran spoke threateningly, "I do not like lies nor do I tolerate liars."
Another man's voice sparred icily, "This was not part of the deal. You will release me, now or..or"
Syaoran laughed humorlessly, "You dare make demands on the King. If no one else knows, they will never have known you are here. I have every intention of getting what I need from you. We are professionals, we can handle with peaceful meand. Or, well, I can carve my name into your stomach. Tell me, where are the papers?"
"I destroyed them."
"Liar!." Syaoran hissed, "Someone knows, they have proof. Who did you show this to? If you do not coorperate, I can very well send for your children to visit you. I can't kill you yet, but they are very despensable."
Sakura heard some quiet whispers. She held her ear close to the door. A loud swear and then dull thud sounded through the wooden door. She heard some soft grunts and the rattling of chains. The door handle jingled and swung open. Sakura almost fell in. She caught herself with a quick swerve.
Syaoran stood before her. His cold eyes glared meet hers. He reached down to roughly pull her up. Sharp nails dug into her skin through the thin kimono.
"What were you doing?" he whispered icily as her back met the wall next to them. He didn't let her go, and her legs went out under her. "Why were you li-"
"I..I was looking fo-for you," she almost cried out as he crushed himself against her. The top of her head came up to his neck. She could not see past his dark golden Chinese robe. She could feel his heart beat against hers. Thu-thud. Thu-thud.
Syaoran blocked her view as they pulled Cheng-Ji away. He, unwilling to cooperate, was knocked out and dragged away. He could feel her firm breasts pushing against him. He held her there more firmly.
Yes, she was scared. What had she just seen? Despite this, she could not forget what happened earlier. She could feel herself getting hot and aching for something more. Fear and arousal made an unusual combination. She parted her mouth and breathed slightly harder.
Syaoran felt her warm breath against his neck. He pulled away from her and let her stumble forward. Sakura rubbed her wrists painfully.
He looked away from her, "Don't ever leave when you are not instructed. I will not stand a disobedient wife. Follow me."
She followed quietly as he led her through the maze of the palace. Left, right, door, forward, right. Sakura couldn't keep track and soon was lost in the elegance and turns.
They ended once again at the large wooden door. Sakura was surprised to see a lock latch on the door, the outside of the door. She hoped Syaoran never felt he had to use it.
He left her at the frame of the door with little more than a bored nod. He expected his orders to be followed. She stumbled into the room. It was lit dimly now by the darkening sky which created shadows and highlighted the dark colours that stained the walls and bed. She shivered. The damning aura in this room wrapped itself around her.
She forced herself to sit on the bed and relax. She rolled out her tense shoulders and fell back against the thick satin sheets. She thought about this place and Touya. Where was he now? Fighting, sleeping, traveling, looking for her, dead on the field?
Sakura comtemplated her position. Li-san did not seem at all as she expected. He was a jumble of things, jumping from violent to cold to... she blushed. The familiar hot sensation and pooling between her legs. She squeezed them together feeling hot and vulnerable.
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Syaoran sat against the wall. His plans had twisted together and shredded into dust. Due to the latest events, he did not know what to do. Either way, he would lose valuable and faithful soldiers and spies.
But he had given her his word. Syaoran laughed at the thought. She thought he was a man of his word. The wench was in dangerous territory. She didn't know what had been put into motion before she had been born. He couldn't risk it all just for a taste of the intoxicating creature.
His father, elderly and nearing the end of his life, asked him to do one thing. Conquer the lands to the north, west, and east. An odd request to a boy barely seven. But the lasting wishes of a parent is... just is. And so he trained and ploted and awaited to fufill his request.
Within the walls of both the Kinomoto and Hung Gway kingdoms, he kept spies. He also had a sister married to the nephew of the Hung Gway king. They kept him well informed about the going ons within the two places.
Hiiragizawa burst into the room, which stunned Syaoran out of his thoughts. He gave a chaste bow and then spoke. "Your Highness, I have to report that a letter has been sent to every base and training camp we have in the mountains. They are getting ready for the war. When should they leave?"
Syaoran respected this man's opinion and wise decisions. They had grown up as brothers, he supposed. Although, Syaoran did not really know the meaning of that wretched word. But he did consider this man to be his closest and most loyal counselor.
"First I shall have to speak to Kinomoto. I must know the situation and current status of her army. Tell them to continue being still and hidden until I send them word."
That was a lie. He needed to buy time to sort out this web and see where he stood at his original plan.
"Yes, sir." The general lowered his head as if wanting to say something more.
Syaoran raised a thick eyebrow, "Is there more you would like to ask, Hiiragizawa?"
"Well, Li, Your Highness, was it wise to..er.."
"exchange Meiling for Kinomoto?" Syaoran finished. Interesting choice of words. He watched Eriol obviously unfazed by the question.
Eriol nodded.
"Well, I must tell you Meiling is still here, well, not in her room by mine. No, Kinomoto is there now, but have set up accommodations for Meiling in another wing. She'll be very happy there. It is much closer to the lodgings of her yunick lover."
Eriol was taken aback by this information. He flinched before his training could take over his face.
Syaoran laughed a little, "I know everything that goes around in this castle. She's had this little escapade for months. That's very well, everything has worked out fine. Would you like to know a secret? Don't let this slip or we shall not be able to give her away to someone else. She cannot bear children."
He paused for a moment, "When I was fifteen, I overheard a conversation between Mother and my sister. They carelessly forgot that these doors are not apt for muffling sound. So be it, I would have had to produce an heir somehow. With a concubine, perhaps. I did not even consider our engagement until Kinomoto can today. But a marriage with Kinomoto brings power and a strong lineage."
Eriol said, "Can you go against your father's wishes? You cannot betray a parent's wishes, especially when their spirit's still in this world."
Syaoran glared at the man, "Betray his wishes? It was his damn fault Kinomoto is head deep in that war! The one he began. Now I have to clean up his fucking mess!"
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Sakura sat before the mirror table combing her bristled hair. In the battlefield, she had hardly found time or place to bathe and take care of her appearance. She stared at her reflection. Luckily, there were very few scratches. Except for a long white scar that stretched from her right ear to the bottom of her jaw, her face bore no permanent marks. She traced the scar and closed her eyes.
A cloudy day. The guards stood watching the sky, hoping for a glimpse of the sun. Perhaps they would change stations before the cold, smashing rain would begin. Pitter. Patter. A young queen sat against a window singing to her little daughter. Nearly four, the child sang with her whilst swinging her legs on the edge of her seat. They sang a song about love and eternity. Forever would the sun shine against their cheeks and warm their dark hair.
"Mommy," the girl asked suddenly, "what is eternity?"
The queen smoothed her daughter's hair, "It means forever. It'll always be there. One day we shall be flying in the sky as white spirits. That is eternity. Swiming through the trees and lands without troubles or--"
Pitter. Patter. The sound grew louder against the southern horizon. Suddenly a horse's cry sounded throughout the air. The sound of arrows whizzed forward. The queen whipped her head around to look out the window and screamed. Men and horses in green and red ran through the gates. They drew swords and held knives and bows. Two guards laid in a puddle of blood by the gate in which they had guarded.
The queen frantically threw open her door and shouted into the hallway, "We're being attacked! We're being attacked!"
The queen screamed orders until her throat hurt and her chest moved rapidly with the need of oxygen. By then people were running around in pure chaos. Screams and shouts rang out from the lower floors. Swords clashed against metal. Bodies fell to the floor with dull thuds. Footsteps resounded throughout the floor. She slammed her door and locked the rather useless lock.
The queen looked around hysterically, barely able to conjure a coherent thought. Her daughter hid under a table clutching a wooden leg. She was white and trembling. The woman grabbed her daughter's arm and dragged her to her feet. The girl entwined her fingers with her mother's and shut her eyes.
Knock. Knock. Sakura's bloodshot eyes flickered open. She said with a slightly raspy voice, "Come in."
The opened door revealed Syaoran dressed in a dark green and white robed outfit. He came to her and gently took the hair comb out of her hand. He combed through her locks smoothing a stray lock through his other fingers.
"I've come to escort you to the dining hall. I am sure you would appreciate an appropriate meal. I doubt forest rats are rather appetizing." Syaoran retorted.
Heat grew to Sakura's cheeks. She nodded. The earlier events would not leave her mind. She fought to compose herself. And failing miserably. She prayed he didn't notice her nervousness, but all in vain.
Syaoran trailed the smooth end of the comb down the side of her cheek ennding at the small area between her breasts. "Or would you rather stay up here and feed another way."
Sakura gasped at the crude comment. Her face flushed even more. She didn't want to be alone with him. How would he act? How would she react?
Syaoran grabbed her hand and guided her out of her chair, "We will have plenty of time tonight."
He kissed her hand and then her palm licking a little on the soft, sensitive skin. Sakura's eyes widened as he did that. Her stomach did flips and her thighs grew moist. Feelings she'd never felt before. She tensed as he withdrew and wrapped his arm around hers.
"Let us go. We will be dining with my mother and sister. They want to be better aquianted to you. I suspect they want to find out what goes on in your head. Do not regard the questions about the war. We will not discuss that now or in the company of other ladies and gentlemen."
Sakura spoke, her voice came out a little shakier than she'd like, "Have you sent out the troops? Will they make it before tomorrow's sunrise? Have you gotten a response to the letter I sent out?"
He shushed her with a finger against her lips. "I have everything figured out." A lie. "Please be pleasant to my family. They are rather outspoken and known to gossip."
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The dining hall was large and lighted. Sakura sat next to Syaoran and across from his mother. His mother chose not to look at her and Sakura was relieved for that. Next to Yelen sat a young woman with brown hair and brown eyes. Next to her sat an older man. Both stared at Sakura with distaste and fascination.
Syaoran trailed his hand lightly down Sakura's thigh. "Sheifa, how are you? When did you get here?"
The young woman looked startled for a moment but quickly recovered, "Oh, I'm quite fine. We arrived this afternoon. Tong Way decided we should visit now. Later I shall be unable to. The child is expected in four months. It seems I choose a right time to visit." Her voice changed as she continued to talk, "Princess Kinomoto, I am very pleased to meet you. I cannot believe you crossed the western lands alone. I have heard the war has now expanded across most of the lands. Are the other kingdoms in the north still supporting you."
Syaoran frowned. Already his sister was asking about the war.
Sakura hesitated but then answered, "No, they could not spare anymore supplies. We did not expect the war to last any longer than it has. They can't be blamed for pulling out."
Sheifa put a hand on her chest, "How can they desert an old ally? I have heard that broken bonds lead to broken kingdoms. Especially when the throne is survived by two inexperienced heirs?"
Sakura lowered her gaze. "We will shall do fine. The Li armies are entering the battle as we speak. They will meet my brother and drive the Hung Gwag out of our lands. It will not be hard to rebuild the destroyed. Most of our subjects are out if the way if the fighting."
"I'm sorry, I do not know how this all began. What are the Hung Gway after? Surely they don't want to capture your lands and expand their kingdom. There are many smaller countries separating yours and theirs."
"We have tried to send peac-," Sakura felt Syaoran squeeze her knee, as if to warn her to shut up.
"Let's talk no more of this. We should be celebrating my engagement and Sheifa's second child."
Servants came out carrying large trays of bread and soup. Sakura's mouthed watered and her stomach grumbled. She realized the last time she'd eaten was two days ago. It had consisted of molasses and burnt bread. A girl poured wine into her glass and set the soup in front of her.
Sakura quickly finished it and soon another plate appeared before her. They were served finely roasted chicken, beef, fish, rice, seasoned vegetables, and so much more. She'd forgotten the taste of good food.
Syaoran's hand never ceased exploring her thigh. It went up and down and tickled her inner thighs. This and the wine made her a little giddy. She started to think how nice Syaoran looked. How his tongue darted out to lick his lips when he drank his wine. How his robes were loose but tight in other places. How his strongs hands could lift her up and hold her down.
The front door of the room swung open revealing a furious woman.
"Damnit, Meiling!"
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Keri. I've finally updated. Wow. I just came back from a month in China. It inspired me to continue. I might want to add a little Chinese culture into the story. This takes place in a fictional era around the time when China was a bunch of separate countries. Hmm. The Emperor would have one wife whom was Empress and hundreds of little wives called concubines. In my story Syaoran does not have any concubines but he could do random women if her wanted. Plus, the women considered pretty are not plump and round. In the old times fat women were considered wealthy and beautiful. The fatter you were, the wealthier you were.
Our tour guide said once an emperor died and left his daughter to the throne because he had no male heir. So instead of women concubines, she had male ones. Her four most favorite ones were: two brothers, her doctor, and a famous monk. I think that's hilarious and kind of ..er weird.
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