Day 2 Of The Mission - [Sulie's POV]
Tuan had sharply whistled, signaling us to form our formation, the sound echoing off the surrounding cliffs. I couldn't help but notice how his eyes frequently darted toward Mei— that infuriating Mei, perpetually seeking the spotlight wherever she went. As we galloped after Tuan's lead into the lush valley, his concern for Mei was evident, glancing back to ensure she was still safely trailing behind. Fueled by jealousy, I pushed past my fellow teammates and rushed to position myself closely behind Mei, my mind racing with ideas on how to sabotage her if the opportunity arose.
With a quick flick of his gaze back, Tuan ignored my presence, instead focusing intently on Mei. "Mei! Mei! Why does everyone always care about her?" I seethed internally. My frustration built like a pressure cooker. "If only I could shoot her down with my eyes!"
As we sprinted along the path, I noticed the enemy's right-hand man veering onto a well-trodden trail that wound through the vibrant landscape. The stunning flowers along the way unfurled their crinkled petals, splashing the ground with a dazzling array of deep crimson and fiery scarlet, reminiscent of a radiant quilt. The colors seemed to dance in the sunlight, momentarily distracting me from my simmering resentment toward Mei.
As we maintained our formation under Tuan's guidance, my irritation bubbled over when I saw him glance back at Mei once again. That was it! I resolved then and there that I would not let her have the spotlight any longer. I threw my energy into picking up my pace, determined to run past her. "This loser with lesser skills than me—I'll be ahead of her in no time," I thought with a confident smirk as I strained to draw level with her. To my surprise, she matched my speed effortlessly. How could she keep pace with me?! I turned to observe Mei, and to my annoyance, she didn't even acknowledge my existence; her gaze was fixed straight ahead, impassive and determined. Summoning every last ounce of strength, I pushed myself and finally surged ahead of that damned Mei, exhilaration coursing through me as I left her behind.
I heard Tuan's stern voice echoing in the air, calling out to us, urging each of us to follow him with a sense of urgency. The moment he spoke, I felt an adrenaline rush, compelling me to sprint forward. As I raced down the narrow path, the intoxicating scents of lavender, delicate floral notes, and rich woody aromas enveloped my senses, momentarily distracting me from the urgency of the situation.
My vision began to blur, and I strained to keep Tuan within sight, just an arm's length away. A sudden heat radiated through my body, and my breath turned heavy and labored as I pushed myself to keep up. Just when I was about to process the need to slow down, I noticed a massive boulder dislodging from the heights above us. It teetered for a moment before crashing down the slope toward both Tuan and me, threatening to crush us under its weight.
Panic surged through me as I scanned our surroundings. To my right, I spotted a narrow crack in the wall — a tiny space that might provide refuge. I wasn't sure if it would fit both of us, but instinct kicked in. I grabbed Tuan's hand, pulling him along as I hurried into the small opening. My heart raced as the boulder thundered past us, only inches away, and I felt an overwhelming wave of relief wash over me.
As the boulder settled behind us, it created an impenetrable barrier, cutting us off from the rest of our group. I could hear Tuan's rapid, raspy breaths echoing in my ears, and when I turned to look at him, my heart dropped. His eyes were rolled back, and his arms dangled heavily on my shoulders, as if he were losing consciousness. I could feel his body temperature rising, mirroring my own, but he seemed entranced, his gaze unfocused and glazed over.
In a state of heightened panic, I quickly surveyed our surroundings and spotted another path veering off to the right, at the opposite end of the narrow alley. Determined to find a way out, I steered Tuan and myself into this new passage, continuing to ascend what felt like a series of steep, rugged steps.
As I climbed, my eyes strained against the dim light, but eventually, I noticed a structure ahead that resembled a gate. With a surge of hope, I pushed it open, and we stumbled through, finally entering a village. The moment we crossed the threshold, both Tuan and I began to struggle for breath, our bodies still heating up yet we were enveloped in the mysterious ambiance of this new place.
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Continued From Chapter 21
Peace was a lie.
The warmth of Brother Tuan's body, the steady beat of his heart against my ear—it was a trick. A calm before the storm. A new kind of heat ignited inside me, a low, smoldering coal that suddenly exploded into a furnace. It didn't just pool between my legs; it engulfed my entire cunt in a sudden, shocking inferno of need. My eyes flew open in the dark.
"Unngh…"
My breathing wasn't labored; it was fucking gasping. My body arched, seeking something, anything, to quench the impossible fire. My swollen lips, already tender from his last claiming, pulsed with a raw, greedy ache.
Beside me, Brother Tuan stirred. His eyes opened, but they weren't his. They were glazed, dark pools of pure, unthinking hunger. The spell that had wrapped us together in sleep now twisted into something else—a command written in flesh and blood. He didn't speak. He just looked at me, and that look was a promise of ruin.
His mouth crashed onto mine, not with passion, but with possession. His tongue shoved past my lips, tasting of sleep and salt and him. The heat radiating off his skin met mine and the air between us crackled. His hand, rough and demanding, slid down my stomach, fingers splaying over my mound.
"You're on fire," he grunted against my mouth, the words slurred and thick. His fingers dug through my pubic hair, finding my soaking slit. "This mad fucking chut… it's begging for it."
He wasn't wrong. My pussy, sore and used, was dripping. My labia—swollen, puffy, and heavy-lipped from hours of pounding—felt like two slick, hot petals forced open by his touch. He peeled them apart with his thumb and forefinger, exposing the glistening, dark pink flesh beneath, my clit jutting out like a tiny, hard pebble.
He rolled on top of me in one heavy motion, his weight pinning me to the bed. The thick, rigid length of his cock—his lund—slapped against my inner thigh, already leaking. He used his knees to pry my legs wider, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he took in the sight.
"Look at that," he hissed. "Look at your fucking hole. It's still gaping from my last load. And it's hungry again. You greedy little temptress."
He didn't guide himself. He just aimed the broad, purple head of his dick at my drenched opening and shoved.
"FUCK!" I screamed, my back bowing off the mattress.
The stretch was immediate and brutal. My inner walls, tender and overstimulated, were forced to accommodate his girth all over again. A fresh gush of my own wetness coated his shaft as he buried himself to the root in one relentless thrust. He was so deep I could feel the tip kissing my cervix, a dull, full ache that blurred the line between pain and pleasure.
"Yes!" I shrieked, my nails scraping down his sweat-slick back. "Fuck me! Fuck me like the last whore! I'm your thing, your fucking thing! Don't stop!"
He began to move, setting a punishing, rhythmic pace that had the bed frame slamming against the wall. Each withdrawal made a filthy, wet shlick sound as my pussy tried to cling to him. Each plunge back in was a thud of flesh and a grunt from his throat. I could see the muscles in his ass and thighs clenching with every drive. My own tits bounced and jiggled violently with the force, nipples hard and aching.
"You take this cock like you were made for it," he snarled, his face buried in my neck. "Like a cheap whore. Is that what you are?"
"Yes!" I sobbed, my head thrashing side to side. The pleasure was a white-hot wire, pulled taut from my clit to the base of my spine. "I'm your whore! Your prostitute! Fuck your whore's sore cunt!"
He fucked me like he was trying to break me apart from the inside. My vision spotted. The room smelled of sex and sweat and us. We lost track of who was on top, rolling across the damp sheets in a tangle of limbs. I straddled him, impaling myself on his upright cock, riding him with a frenzy that made my thighs burn. I leaned back, hands on his knees, giving him a perfect view of how my stretched, puffy lips swallowed his length, how my clit bounced with each downward slam.
"Ride it, you mad bitch," he encouraged, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "Milk my cock with that tight cunt."
The position changed again. He bent me over the side of the bed, my ass in the air. He spit onto my hole, then pushed back in. The new angle was deeper, meaner. He held my meaty ass cheeks apart, watching his cock disappear into my reddened, glistening slit.
Slap. Thud. Shlick. Slap.
The sounds were a lewd symphony. My screams were the lyrics."Harder!" I begged, my voice ragged. "Break me! Show me I'm nothing! I'm your slut, your fucking sex toy!"
He obliged, his pounding becoming a frantic, animalistic rhythm. I could feel his balls tightening, slapping against my legs. The coil inside me, wound impossibly tight for what felt like hours, finally snapped.
My orgasm didn't wash over me; it detonated. It ripped through my cunt, my stomach, my chest, a violent, convulsing release that had me shrieking wordlessly. My pussy clenched and fluttered around his shaft in frantic, rhythmic pulses, gushing a fresh flood of juices that made the already slippery fuck even wetter.
"I'm… I'm cumming!" he roared, his own control shattering.
He pulled out of my cunt just as the first jet erupted.It wasn't a spurt. It was a rope. A thick, glue-white strand that splattered across the small of my back with a wet splat. The second shot hit my ass cheek. The third, a massive, continuous stream, painted my spine. He kept coming, groaning like a beast, his cock jerking in his fist as he emptied what felt like a week's worth of cum onto my trembling body. It was warm, heavy, and so fucking much. It pooled in the dip of my back, dripping over my sides.
Gasping, he turned me onto my back. His cock, still semi-hard and dripping, hovered over my face. "Open."
I did, sticking out my tongue. He aimed the slit of his head at my mouth and squeezed out the last few pulses. The taste, salty and bitter, flooded my mouth. It was too much to swallow. It overflowed, spilling from the corners of my lips, coating my chin, gluing strands of my hair to my cheeks.The first grey light of dawn filtered through the window. I saw it through a haze of exhaustion and sated, filthy lust. My body was a map of aches and bruises and drying cum. My cunt throbbed with a raw, open soreness. My mind was fog, a blissful, empty static.Brother Yuan collapsed beside me, his breath a ragged sawing sound. We were both destroyed. Spent. Our bodies were wrecked. And yet…As I looked at him, at the rise and fall of his chest, at his spent cock lying against his thigh, that low heat began to stir again deep in my gut. A faint, impossible ember. My hand, seemingly of its own volition, drifted down my sticky stomach, fingers tracing through the cooling mess, heading back toward my aching, swollen pussy.
His eyes, still heavy-lidded, tracked the movement. A slow, knowing smirk touched his ruined lips. He began to positions himself on top of me, and I can feel his hardened penis between my legs once more.