I slowly eased my weary body into the warm embrace of the spring water, feeling the soothing heat wrap around me like a comforting blanket. The gentle ripples caressed my skin as I let go of all tension, allowing myself to float freely. It was a welcome reprieve, far removed from the chaos and demands of my everyday life. I closed my eyes, hoping the tranquil water would wash away my worries and set my mind at ease. At that moment, I longed for the comforting presence of my family, missing the sense of safety and protection they offered.
As I floated blissfully, I suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of splashing water drawing closer. Lin swam toward me, her movements graceful yet urgent, a frown etched on her brow that matched the concern in her eyes.
"Meimie, the Captain just informed me that my identity and Tuan's may have been compromised," she said, her tone measured yet urgent. She arrived at my side, the water glistening around her, and I could sense the weight of her words. "The assassin you killed today belonged to Governor Lee. He was one of the elite secret guards stationed at his estate. We found a pendant on him—a grisly token we've been tracking for years—that undeniably links him to Governor Lee's covert network of guards."
I nodded slowly, processing the severity of the situation. Lin's words hung in the air, heavy with implication, making it clear how precarious our circumstances had become.
"The Captain was far from pleased that we didn't manage to keep him alive for further interrogation," she continued, her brow creasing with concern. "He wanted us to uncover the hidden agendas behind this sudden ambush." A moment of silence enveloped us, the stillness punctuated by the babbling of the spring around us.
Then, unexpectedly, a spark of joy lit up her expression, transforming her worry into excitement. "But can we talk about your arm throw? It was absolutely spectacular! One throw, one kill—flawless execution! You have to show me how you did that!"
"Yes, even I, the top member of the Synergist Serpent Team, still haven't mastered the skill of piercing a hole through someone's head with a spear on the first try—let alone with a dagger," Tuan announced, his voice carrying over the stone wall that divided the males from the females.
As I swam closer, Lin and I exchanged glances, curiosity pulling us toward him. We paddled to the edge of the wall, our heads just above the water, but all I could truly make out were his tousled, wet locks and the intensity in his eyes.
"Well, Little Mei," he continued, a serious expression settling on his face, "I hope that throw of yours becomes an asset to the mission tomorrow." His brow furrowed in concentration. "The Captain informed me you'll be joining the team I'm leading on this small mission. He wants to reassess your skills."
A heavy sigh slipped from my lips as a wave of discontent washed over me. The thought of tomorrow's mission felt like a storm cloud looming over my previously peaceful and quiet life, threatening to disrupt the calm I had grown accustomed to.
Day 3 of the Mission - [Tuan's POV]
The world had shrunk to the four walls of this bamboo hut, to the scent of our sweat and sex hanging thick in the humid air. Her scent. My pheromones clung to her skin, a primal perfume that made my head spin. Fuck, she was everything. The single oil lamp cast our shadows, giant and twisting, across the woven walls, a frantic dance to the wet, rhythmic music our bodies were making.
"Little Mei, you're so tight," I breathed heavily, my voice a ragged scratch against the quiet of the night. I watched, mesmerized, as a single bead of sweat traced a glistening path down the swell of her firm, perky breast. The sight was a punch to my gut, a visceral pull of pure, unadulterated lust. I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Make it tighter."
She was a vision above me, her legs locked around my waist, her body taking all of me, her perfect breasts swaying just inches from my mouth. I steadied her waist with both hands, my grip firm on her slick skin, feeling the powerful muscles in her hips work as she moved. God, the way she moved. I dipped my head and captured a tight, pink nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, grazing it with my teeth just to hear that sharp, delicious gasp.
She arched into me, a low groan rumbling in her chest. "Senior Tuan…"
I was so fucking close, the pressure building at the base of my spine, a tidal wave begging to crash. But I wanted to savor this. Fuck, I needed to make this last. This wasn't just any fuck; this was Mei. I rarely got to be her partner in class, to feel her like this, and I was going to fucking treasure every second. I slowed my thrusts, pulling back until just the tip of my cock remained inside her, stretching her entrance, making her wait.
She hated when I did this. A frustrated, animalistic sound tore from her throat. "Ugh, Senior Tuan, let me cu*m," her beautiful voice was a weapon, a sexy, pleading command that almost undid me right there. She wrapped her legs tighter around me, her arms locking around my shoulders, and I felt the sharp, punishing sting of her teeth on my skin.
"Ohhh, Senior Tuan, let me cuuu*m," she protested again, her voice cracking with need. No. Not yet. I needed to feel my cum deep inside her, and it needed to be worth the fucking wait. I sucked her other nipple into my mouth, biting down just enough to make my point, to punish her right back for marking me. She gasped, a sharp intake of air that was half pain, half pleasure, and then she used her leverage, putting her full weight into forcing her pussy back down onto my throbbing dick in one swift, brutal motion.
Fuck! I thought I had a good grip, but the sweat made her too slippery. She escaped my grasp and took me, all of me, to the hilt. The feeling was catastrophic, a sudden, shocking fullness that ripped a guttural "Fuck!" from my lungs. My control shattered. I gave in completely, my hips pistoning up to meet her, driving into her with a hard, fast rhythm that was all instinct, all raw need.
I could feel her changing around me, her inner muscles clenching and fluttering, signaling her approaching peak. Yes. Now. I held her waist tighter, my fingers digging into her flesh, using my grip as leverage to shove her pussy even deeper onto my dick with every fucking thrust. I kissed her neck, her jaw, and finally found her mouth. Our kiss was anything but tender; it was a frantic, messy clash of tongues and shared breath, a desperate exchange as our bodies slammed together.I felt her body begin to tremble, a fine, exquisite shiver that started deep within her core and radiated outwards.
She whispered into my ear, her voice a broken, breathy confession, "Brother Tuan… I'm… I'm so close."
That was all I needed. I drove into her one last time, burying myself to the root, and held there as I felt my own release detonate. My vision whited out as I came, a hot, pulsing flood pouring into her, my body convulsing with the force of it. I felt her orgasm clamp down on me instantly, her tight channel milking my cock for every last drop, her inner muscles rippling around my shaft in endless, breathtaking waves. A choked, ecstatic cry was torn from her throat, muffled against my shoulder.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of our ragged breathing and the frantic hammering of our hearts. I held her there, impaled on me, not wanting the connection to break, not wanting to lose the feeling of her warm, wet heat wrapped so perfectly around my softening cock. I could feel the evidence of our passion, my cu*m starting to leak out around where we were still joined. I felt her try to shift, to lift herself off me, but I held her firm, my arms locking around her back. "No," I murmured into her sweat-damp hair. "Not yet." I didn't want my dick to leave her sweet, fucked-out pussy. I wanted to stay inside her, to feel every last aftershock, to keep her filled with me for as long as humanly possible. Her chest rose and fell against mine, her breath slowly starting to even out. She relaxed into my embrace, her weight a comforting, possessive warmth.
I can see the weariness etched on Mei's face, my beautiful Mei, whose once-bright eyes now struggle to stay open. Her delicate features are drawn with fatigue, and I can't help but feel a deep sense of concern for her. How could I possibly ignore her needs? I can't help but think that she deserves to rest and recharge.
My hands slid from her back, the loss of contact feeling like a physical wound. I gripped her hips and gently, lifted her off me. A soft, wet sound accompanied our separation, a lewd testament to what we'd just been doing. A fresh trickle of my own release escaped her, tracing a warm path down her inner thigh.
I watched as all my potential children flowed away between her legs. If it weren't for the vow of the guild, I could have impregnated her. I pinched the area between my eyebrows to ease the memory of the 'Fornication of Age Celebration.'
"You may fornicate with other members of the guild without fear; you are protected and can enjoy these connections as much as you want with no consequences. However, be cautious about fornicating with anyone outside the guild, as you will not be protected. When you decide to leave the guild, you will sever this magic and can begin your legacy," the grand master of the guild announced over the intercom at this celebration.
No one will be able to find us tonight, with the roads blocked by enormous boulders that stand like ancient giants, preventing anyone from reaching this hidden refuge. I gently laid us down on a makeshift bed of straw, its rough texture contrasting with the softness of our bodies. The straw emitted a faint, earthy aroma, reminding me of the fields from which it had come. To keep her warm, I carefully draped a faded blanket over her, its fabric worn yet comforting, a treasure I had stumbled upon earlier in this rustic bamboo hut. The blanket held whispers of warmth from previous nights spent sheltered from the cool night air.
As I nestled beside her, I listened closely to the gentle rhythm of her breathing, a soft, steady sound that reassured me she was peacefully drifting into a dream. I could see the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the bamboo slats, casting delicate patterns on the woven floor. With the tranquility of our surroundings wrapping around me like a cocoon, I finally closed my eyes, surrendering to the stillness of the night and the promise of undisturbed rest.