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Bai Qian stretched out lazily on the blanket. Her eyes pleasantly drank in the breathtaking paint of vivid green, red and golden that nature had to offer. She purposely chose this shady spot, under the boughs of trees, to lay down. It was a particularly hot day. Staying close to the spring and letting the breeze cool her down seemed like the best idea.
Two weeks passed quickly since she and her mentor arrived here. The first week, they spent several days fixing the wooden house. Even if it was protected by magic; the house had been abandoned for a long time and needed some repair.
Bai Qian couldn't help but chuckled when she thought of her mentor. Seeing him carrying wood to fix the house was a sight she least expected. In her memories, she usually saw him standing serenely in front of the class and taught her and her seniors battle tactics and Taoism. During the time of conflicts and wars, he left his languish persona behind, took up the more aggressive demeanor, and lived up to the title of God of War.
A domesticated Mo Yuan who cooked and did mundane things like any ordinary mortal revealed a new side of him she never experienced. It was a privilege no one but her have ever been privy to. She cherished every simple moment they spent together, either helping him do chores or preparing meals together. Some days when the weather was favorable, they ventured out, side by side, exploring the neighboring woods. He also took it upon himself to demonstrate some sword fighting techniques. And there were nights he brought out the zither and played for her or watched the starry sky with her.
Them being together like this was more than she ever dared to hope. Yet deep down, she was dissatisfied. They had shared several kisses and petting, some were more intense than others. She knew he was affected as much as she was with their little exploration. But he always stopped before it went too far. She knew he did it out of respect for her and her family. But it was becoming annoying.
Were she to be honest to herself, she would have admitted that she was anxious. Qing Cang would sooner or later become a real threat. No one can say for certain about what the outcome will be. Their inevitable final confrontation and what could happen always loomed over what should be the happiest moment of her life.
Bai Qian chew her lip in frustration as she lamented over her mentor's iron-fisted control over his libido. At the rate things were going between them, that final consummation will not happen anytime soon; unless she did something drastic and grabbed the opportunity with both hands.
She didn't want to miss a thing. There will be no more regret. Despite being untried and physically innocent to carnal desire; she craved for more intimacy. She wanted to know if her mentor was a gentle or fierce lover. Which kind of expression he would make when they became one? Would he moan for her?
Bai Qian's face flushed red as her lustful thoughts began spiraling out of control. She blamed it on her seniors; they had corrupted her innocent mind since she was young. All of them thought she was a male, so they didn't spare many details when they talked about what males and females did behind closed doors at night. She didn't even dare to think what would have happened back then if her mentor ever learned her seniors had shown her drawings from Kamasutra book and took her to a pleasure house.
She looked over at the inviting spring and decided a dip might be good for her feverish body. She took off her outer robe, folded it neatly and placed it on the blanket. She walked toward the crystal clear spring and swung her legs into the water. The spring on this side wasn't too deep, only at her chin level. She swam a little before finding a slightly elevated boulder where she could sit down and let the water slosh around her. She placed her head against another boulder, closed her eyes and sighed in contentment.
Sometime had passed before she heard her name being called. Mo Yuan was looking for her. Bai Qian shifted her body toward the direction his voice came from. "In here," she called out.
He followed her voice and walked closer to edge of the spring. When he found her in the water, he let out a light chuckle. It seemed she was having a good time.
"Having fun?" he asked, taking in her delighted expression.
"It's hot today," she defended herself. "Why don't you join me? It's really nice here."
He merely shook his head. "If you want to soak some more, I'll wait for you."
So he won't join her after all, she was slightly disappointed. Then she looked him up and down, her eyes twinkled a little. She swam toward where he stood and raised her hand as if asking him to help her up.
When Mo Yuan bent down and pulled her weight into his arm, she wrapped both of her arms around his neck tightly, lean backward and let the gravitation pulled both of them back into the water. The water splashed loudly and lurched around them.
"Tricked you, didn't I?" She let out a bell-like laughter.
Mo Yuan who was thoroughly soaked now shook his head at her antics. Since he was already drenched, he decided to entertain her earlier request. He allowed her to lead him to where she vacated a moment ago and lean his back against the boulder. When she wedged herself between his legs and sat against him, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him. They enjoyed the moment of tranquility together.
Her head tilted back slightly, her full red lips formed a perfect pout. "It wasn't that bad, was it?" She asked cheekily and broke their solitude after a time.
"You have grown bold." His usually serene voice hitched slightly when he looked down. Did she have any idea what image she portrayed just now? Her thin white under cloth was wet, transparent and clung tightly to her every curve, leaving nothing to imagination. His mouth went dry; even her nipples were visible as two distinct pebbles under the wet cloth.
Bai Qian watched him eyeing her almost naked body. She turned her body around in his arm before placing a hand on his hard chest. "Have I?" Her long and wet hair accentuated her small face and made her bright eyes shine out even more. She lowered her eyelashes to hide the mirth in her eyes. Who said only he could tease?
She raised up on her folded legs and brought herself to his eye level. She leaned in, the tip of her nose barely brushed against his cheek. "But you like it, don't you?" Her hot breath caressed his neck. She wrapped her lips around the bottom of his earlobe and sucked it lightly before slowly dragged them back to his mouth. She smiled in triumph when she felt the smallest jump of his muscles under her fingertips.
Mo Yuan closed his eyes, savoring the taste and texture of her mouth, it was so warm and welcoming. She whimpered a little when his tongue slid against hers, stroking and dueling. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed herself more intimately against him, her soft breast pressing against his well-defined chest. One of his hand caressed the back of her neck as he kissed her deeply, another kneaded her rear.
Then he pulled back slightly, his lips trailed down her neck to her shoulder blade. Her wet undercloth was pushed to the side, revealing her bare shoulder and the pale and soft flesh of her breast. His mouth trailed down and sought out the pink bud on its top. When he found it, he pulled the flesh with his teeth and suckled until it was hard.
His idle hand reached out to cup the other breast when his fingers accidentally swept across the only jagged scar that marred her otherwise smooth and nearly flawless skin. He paused his administration and shifted his eyes to see the pale white line above her heart. It looked deep and old. Hearing she had plunged the knife into her own heart to let the blood out and fed him was one thing, seeing the remainder of the said acts was an entirely different matter.
During his long life, no one ever did that much for him. It was always him who guarded the world and kept the peace for the sake of others. But these small hands that belonged to his once-little apprentice had guarded him for many thousands of years without fail. A surge of unimaginable love rushed up and swelled in his chest. Mo Yuan gently brushed his lips against the scar again and again as if to apologize for the pain he had caused.
Bai Qian felt as if she was burning alive every time he touched the scar. Her small body began to tremble like a little leave. She clutched his head tightly to her chest and helplessly let out a long, breathy and torturous moan. "Master, ooooh..."
The sound pulled him out of his foggy mind and back to reality. Mo Yuan looked at her pliant body that laid trembling in his arms and chided himself for failing to control his own urge. He didn't mean to take liberties with her body. His forehead was laid against hers as he drew several slow breaths to calm his aroused body. He slowly gathered the collar of her under cloth and pulled it closed.
Bai Qian had felt the fast beating of his heart under her fingertips. She knew he wanted her as much as she did. Why must he stop again? She was so frustrated that she almost hit him when he pulled away from her.
"It's getting cold in here. Let's go back to the house." Mo Yuan had turned his head away so he didn't see flashes of emotion swept across Bai Qian's face. Incredulity, disappointment and determination.
He lifted her up in his arms and walked out of water back to where she left the rest of her clothes. He lowered her down and waited until she stood on her own feet. A quick spell dried up their clothes instantly. He picked up her outer robe and wrapped it around her shoulder. They walked back to the house in silence, their hands still clasped together.
During the trip back, Bai Qian's eyes steeled with renew determination. She won't tolerate this halfhearted courting anymore. She wanted them belong to each other in every possible way. She seethed. She was a nine-tailed fox, a natural-born temptress. If she can't even seduced him into her bed, she would have done great disservices to her race.
Her frown was replaced with a secretive smile as she planned, plotted and schemed in her mind. Her family's fox magic aside, she'd use any means to entice him and stroke his carnal desire. If he still resists, she would simply have her way with him then. Let's see whether he could withstand her willpower. She made a promise to herself; it won't be long before Mo Yuan belonged to her completely in mind, body and soul.
Since that day, they sometimes left their secret abode and visited towns, listening to storytelling and joining local festivities. Before they knew it, mid-Autumn festival was soon upon them. Both went into town to watch the dragon dance and listen to the singing and worshiping of the Moon Goddess.
Bai Qian brought a few mooncakes back. Tonight the full harvest moon was nigh in the clear sky. They planned to celebrate the occasion near the pool just between the two of them. She laid the banquet on the soft grass and waited for her mentor. He brought the zither and a couple of wine bottles with him.
She raised up on her knees, took a bottle from his hands and gestured him to lay down beside her. "Where did you get these?" She didn't see him buying anything while they were in town.
"From the hut, I keep some here from back then. Today is a good day, so I think we should open them and celebrate."
"You made this wine? It's what? Hundred thousand years old?" She gushed excitedly.
Bai Qian carefully opened the lid. The smell alone was divine. She used to steal some of her mentor's wine, so she knew how exceptionally good his wine was. Compared to Zhe Yan's, his was richer and stronger in both taste and content. A wine truly brewed for stout men. She remembered how it had burned her throat. Now she knew it was better sipping slowly than guzzling down the whole bottle. That would be a total waste.
She took a small sip and let its flavor seep in and spread through her mouth. "Ah. It tastes better than I remembered."
"Slowly, Seventeenth," he cautioned. "The wine is almost too strong for you. Drinking too much, too fast would be harmful."
"I know." They drank, ate the mooncake and reminisced about the old days where he found her passed out cold near his wine cellar after having consumed only a few bottles of his trademark wines.
"The full moon is truly beautiful tonight," she sighed happily.
"A magnificent view, excellent wine and a great companion to enjoy the moment. Let's doing something special to celebrate the night." She gazed back at him. He was reclining on his side, sipping his second bottle and watching her.
She tapped her chin with her index finger, pretending to think. "How about I perform a sword dance for you?"
Mo Yuan raised an eyebrow; it was actually a good suggestion. They had worked on her sword skills for quite some time. And he never saw her dance before, with or without the sword. There were rumors of her mesmerizing dances on the top of Zhe Yan's Peach Blossom trees. Let's just say he was intrigued.
"Go ahead. I'll play the zither."
She turned the Jade Purity Fan of Kunlun into a long sword, stepped out into the open clearing and waited for him. Mo Yuan began with slow rhythm. His fingers played the song he learned by rote. His eyes were trained on the lithe body moving gracefully in sync with the tune. Her body coordination was smooth and well-balanced. The sword in her hand moved like an extension of her arm. Her breasts jutted out enticingly when she arched her back, her sword arm stretch out to the side. She moved like a fluttering butterfly.
When the notes turned short and sharp, reaching a crescendo; her movement became more aggressive and powerful. Her steps were swift yet firm. Her postures were poise and flawless. Bathed in the silver moonlight, she was even more alluring and breathtaking than normal. She truly deserved to be called the first beauty of all realms, he idly noted. As he watched on, Mo Yuan could feel the stirring of tension building inside him. He never took his eyes off her enchanting form even after her performance came to an end.
She slowly walked back to him and sat on his side, shoulder to shoulder. "Did I do well?" she asked.
Mo Yuan looked at her rosy face and the small beads of perspiration forming on her brow. "Very good, your form has gotten better," he admitted and gently wiped them away from her face with his sleeve.
"You also look beautiful," he told her as much and watched the crimson spread down her neck. He wondered how far it went.
Her smile widened at his praise. "Where is my reward then?" Back then, he often gifted her small tokens when she did well in class or on her assignment, usually they were tasty morsels.
"Didn't I just give you hundred thousand years old wine?" He asked wryly.
"What if I want another kind of delicacy?" She asked coyly and settled herself into his lap. Her demeanor made it clear what she wanted from him.
Mo Yuan breathed in her intoxicating scent of peach blossoms. He knew what she was trying to do. She had been pushing and testing his limits lately with her enticement. He tried to reign in his advances but he was a man as well. In his arm was his favorite person and she was oh so beautiful and beyond tempting.
He held her eyes steady before closing the gap between them and captured her lips with his own. He parted her lips, slide his tongue inside seeking hers. She tasted of his wine but sweeter. Each time their lips met, the kiss became harder, teeth bumping, tongue wrestling. He lifted his head a fraction to draw a rough breathe before reclaiming the lips eagerly seeking his. A throaty moan spilled past her plump lips.
While their mouth performed the age old dance of seduction, Bai Qian slide her hand down to his chest and discreetly pushed apart layers of his clothes bit by bit. Then she pounced on the unsuspecting male and knocked him backward, much to his surprise.
Mo Yuan only had time to support his upper half on his bent arms before her lower body pinned him down to the ground. Her long, dark hair hung like a silken curtain. The silvery moon above made a soft halo around her form. She let his darkened eyes roaming her body before she followed his descent. She pulled his lower lip into her mouth and sucked it hard. Her idle hand slipped inside his under cloth and roamed his bare chest. When her nails grazed his nipple, he shuddered violently. Hot rush of desire exploded within him. He tried to pull away from her.
"We should stop," his voice was hoarse with want. She didn't bother to reply but attacked his neck with a fervor, biting and sucking.
"That's enough. Don't tempt me, Bai Qian," he growled hotly against her ear, in warning.
It was the first time he called out her given name. Bai Qian was even more determined not to let go of him. "I don't want to wait anymore. Qing Qiu folks never pay serious attention to decorum. I love you and I know you're in love with me. That's enough." She kissed him harder. Her thighs cradled his hips intimately as she lean forward, creating sweet friction between their pressed bodies.
Mo Yuan's body was on fire, he both wanted and didn't want to get her wiggling body off him. His tight-gripped restraint was waning quickly. Unconsciously, his hips began to push against her lower half with aching need.
"Make me yours, Mo Yuan." Her soft plea broke through his haze.
Mo Yuan's eyes darkened when she didn't called him her Master anymore. He flipped their bodies and rolled on top of her. Both of her hands were captured and pinned down. "What is it you truly want, Bai Qian?"
They watched each other with such intensity, their labored breathing echoed in the quiet clearing. "I want you, only you."
In the end, the love and the raw desire shone brilliantly in her beseeching eyes were his ultimate undoing. Mo Yuan bowed his head down, kissed her thoroughly and robbed her of breath. She was barely aware of the clothes were slipped off her body until she laid bare to his eyes. Her nipples that stood erect from being exposed to the cold chill, were being swallowed by a hot and demanding mouth. She clutched his head to her chest tightly and let out soft mewls of pleasure.
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When she slowly came back to her senses, she felt someone stroking her cheek. She looked up and saw an affectionate expression on his face, it made her heart melt all over again. This strong, handsome and powerful man made her feel beautiful and loved, so much so that she wanted to cry.
Mo Yuan gave her a soft smile as he brushed strayed hair out of her glistening face. He placed a kiss on her brow and her lips, it was gentle and full of promises. Then he shifted her body to lay against him, his arms held her close. Bai Qian closed her eyes, her exhausted body quickly succumbed to sleep.
Note : Note : Special thanks to Midorizawa for proofreading this chapter for us as usual and to loreinacadis0412 for your wonderful and inspiring suggestions. Not sure if I could update next weekend since I've another trip coming up. +_+
loreinacadis0412 : If my memory serve me well, the book mentions briefly about Bai Zhen having a love obstacle a long time ago. Though it was a heartache for him, he pulled through.
bebepantheon : I bet it'll be monumental.
Guest : Sorry it took such a long time to update. It's nice but exhausting. And another is coming up. =_="
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