Wow another chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Dynasty Warriors, or the characters, blah blah. I own Jia yadda yadda.
Hou Jia huffed, she was just tossed from one man to another, and it angered her to no end. She retained all of her belongings and rights as a favorite, but her reputation was marred. The other girls in the harem spoke poorly of her, and she was no longer the envy of the entire palace. Lastly, this man, Xiahou Dun, had low standards, according to Cao Cao, and could not appreciate her the way she deserved.
The day she met her new master, she wore an alluring white, blue black-lined halter dress with a very low scoop neck and back. It was like a second layer of skin; it was very sexy. She wore high white heels, and a translucent white robe that accented her creamy porcelain skin. She was, once again, wearing smoky makeup with red lipstick.
It was night, nearly ten o'clock, and she was making her way to Xiahou Dun's quarters. Cao Cao had informed her that he had already taken the liberties of arranging this meeting with Dun, so no surprises were in order. She gave one knock on the door before her new Lord answered.
"You must be Jia," he greeted, in a stoic voice. He looked her over once before letting her enter.
"My lord," she was very careful to not let any venom seep into her voice.
Jia surveyed the man; he was more muscular than Cao Cao, yet he wasn't as finely groomed as her previous lord. He had a rugged beard, long shaggy hair, and an aura that told Jia to be on her best behavior.
"Cao Cao tells me you can play," Dun gestured toward a guqin after he sat down at his desk. "Play me something."
Jia knew better than to ask questions, so picked up the instrument, sat in the chair next to Dun's desk and began to play.
Dun started on paperwork, his brush dancing along the paper. At the same time, Jia's fingers began to dance along the fine strings of the guqin as she plucked away.
She began to think of the bitterness she felt toward this man, simply because she was his property now. As she thought of that, she plucked a sour note, which earned her a look from Dun. She merely lowered her eyes and continued to play. But her mind would not be at ease, she continued to feel bitter. When she was done with the song, she prepared to play another, but stopped when one of Dun's large hands covered both of hers.
"That will be enough. I am going to prepare for bed," he then looked at her uneasily, as if she had some kind of virus. "I assume you will be joining me."
You pig, Jia spat at him in her mind, but her voice was her friend that day, and she kept that thought to herself.
"If that is what my lord wishes, then this consort will obey," Jia bowed.
Dun headed toward the bedchamber door, and Jia followed like a puppy. The first thing about Dun's bed, Jia noticed, was that one side looked significantly worn in, and the other did not. Dun threw off his night robe and discarded it on a bedside chair. He sat down, facing away from Jia, and rubbed a sore spot on his neck.
Jia remembered what her task here was. "I want you to seduce him, be his very first love; teach him love and passion as you have taught me." Cao Cao's voice rang in her head.
Jia crept onto the bed and crawled over to Dun. She placed her small, delicate hands on his shoulders and began to work his chiseled muscles.
"Allow me, my lord," she offered.
She massaged Dun as if her life depended on it, and in return, she received grunts of thanks from her new lord. She smiled to herself as appreciation was shining through Dun.
Jia stopped only when Dun placed his hand on hers and turned around to face her. He placed his hand to her cheek and half smiled, to which, with years of practice, Jia blushed and smiled back. He leaned in slowly for a kiss, but he did not allow their lips to touch, and when he finally did, he kissed her so softly that it seemed as though he thought he would break her if he touched her too harshly.
Jia was patient with his soft kisses and his non-wandering hands. She was definitely not used to this treatment. Lord Cao was always romantic, yet rough; sweet but sour. She was used to his hands roaming all over her body, and this was like a breath of fresh air. She encouraged him by kissing him back, which opened many doorways to him.
He pulled her closer, her ample breasts pressing up against his muscular chest. His strong arms held her petite frame gingerly, being very precautious of her. His hand pet her loose ponytail softly, as if he was unfamiliar with the softness of a woman's hair. He pulled on her hair ribbon lightly, letting her ebony hair pool around both of their faces.
He pulled away from her soft lips and gently laid her down on his bed. Any second thoughts of him quickly vanished from Jia's mind as he removed his pants. Just as his cousin was, he was well endowed; a feat that Jia assumed must run in the family. She smiled up at him with a slight blush and allowed him to disrobe her. Dun was looming over Jia for a moment and they stayed like this for a moment until Dun claimed Jia's lips for himself, thus beginning a night they were sure to remember.
I know it seems kind of like a rushed meeting, but honestly. Life as a concubine sounds pretty boring. I didn't really want to write about it every little detail. You'll get tid-bits of Jia's daily life little by little.
Sorry if the whole intimate scene sounds a little too perfect here. I just wanted them to get off to a good start, and you'll see why later. I promise that it won't always be vanilla ice cream and sprinkles all the time. And if you wanted in-story sex, I'm sorry, but until I get more reviews, I won't even write actual sex scenes, and I won't post even post them here unless a majority of my readers request them.
