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“You’re so good for me, my dear dove~” She leaned down, breathing on Jīnpéng’s bare neck, causing him to shiver, then placed soft kisses onto him, enticing surprised and quickly muffled gasps and whimpers from the smaller man.
This feeling… This feeling of need and want and desire had only been growing and festering since Jīnpéng had woken up in Master’s arms, pressed flush against her bosom, face in her warm plumpness. The intense heat in his core pulsing more and more with every kiss and touch from Master, consuming Jīnpéng.
Jīnpéng moved backward, slightly pushing the other’s chest away until he felt the cool wood on his barely covered, bandaged chest, reddened and encrusted from the quickly healing wounds on his back, as regeneration set into his flesh. In the room cloaked in black, he could feel how hot his body was getting even more; the slight pain and discomfort were dwarfed. Thankfully, due to the darkness of the room, the goddess, Master Mèng, could not see how Jīnpéng’s ears were glowing an embarrassing bright red.
“H-huh!? Wha—”
His feet were lifted from the ground, and he was swiftly picked up in a bridal carry and dumped onto the plush, comfy bed, the goddess enveloping him. Then Jīnpéng’s arms were pinned above his head with one of her hands, and soft lips captured his, smothering his gasp. Her body pressed against his, pushing him into the bed, and her other, free hand reached up to weave and tangle in Jīnpéng’s silky and long hair.
Using a surprising amount of strength, he ripped his hands from her grasp and pushed the beautiful goddess off of his hot, slightly trembling body. He lay there panting and blushing deeply, his hands shaking in front of himself.
“Hah… w-what are you doing? O-one is still injured, you know?” Jīnpéng stammered pathetically.
“Yes, yes, but I must repay you for my previous actions.” Mèng’s hand traveled to his back, tracing the two large scars where his wings used to be. How quickly wounds could heal when one wasn’t human was a great gift bestowed upon such a valuable weapon. In only a few mere hours of deep rest, two gushing wounds could seal themselves into dark, jagged lines that were only ghosts of violence left behind.
Her wandering touch was like fire on his skin, enticing Jīnpéng’s heart to pound against his chest like a trapped butterfly, so loud that he could swear she could hear it too, especially from the way she smirked at him, a smoldering glint in her red eyes.
Ah. That glint, that smirk, it made Jīnpéng’s legs feel instantly weak and useless.
So he did not try to fight back, to push her away again, to do something, anything. He let it happen.
It was a long night.
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“The view is beautiful from here,” Mèng whispered as she wrapped her arms around Jīnpéng, smirking slyly like a fox as he flushed a red similar to that of a tomato, his head turning away, still filled with memories from their previous… activities…
In fact, Jīnpéng’s completing exposed body, the clothes of which had been already long discarded and were covered in a multitude of various marks and hickeys, still ached from their ‘activities;’ something that he very much didn’t want to think about at the moment, his breath hitching and heart skipping a beat, or perhaps two, as the images flashed in his mind’s eye…
He buried his flaming face into her bare chest, feeling her hand trace circles on the small of his back, mindfully avoiding the two scars that lay deeper, and then pulling him closer to her, her other hand reaching upward to comb in his hair, which was soft like a bird’s down feathers.
“Did you enjoy it?~” Mèng whispered, her face close to Jīnpéng’s ear, sending tingles up his spine, her eyes twinkling with a mischievous light.
Stammering, he replied in a flustered tone, “W-what? Y-yeah, yeah! Um, er…” Jīnpéng’s face somehow became even redder than it originally was, and he tried turning his face away, but Mèng grabbed his chin and jerked it back, making him face her with darting eyes and a mouth slightly agape.
“Good… very good.”
Mèng’s blood-colored eyes flashed, and she leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Jīnpéng’s heart roared in his ears, in sync with Mèng’s heart, as she crashed into him like a ravenous wolf, her tongue tracing the inside of his mouth, claiming and marking; even time itself seemed to pause as their bodies were pressed flush together, her tongue pulling out briefly for a short breath before diving back in, making Jīnpéng feel lightheaded, his hands scrambling across her back, the only sound in the room was of their breathing and shifting bodies. When the kiss finally broke with a string of saliva connecting them, he whispered softly, “One loves you…”
“I love you too, my dear dove.”
And they both smiled, content in each other's embrace.
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Ah, but everything is but a carefully concealed lie covered in a thick blanket of deception.
How the most wonderfully crafted lies taste the sweetest.
Perhaps it is a cruel twist of fate on this treacherous path of cruelty and bloodshed that the most horrible truths are buried under layer after layer of cloying lies that fill everything with a faux sweetness.