The Road to Luoyang - A Married Woman's Grateful Bath Service
Red Hare quietly slipped away as Dong Zhuo dragged Zhao Yun toward the stream, practically pulling him along by force. The massive spiritual beast's face showed a mix of irritation and satisfaction as it muffled its hoofbeats and departed. Finding a man for its mistress, pulling the carriage, tracking down the runaway, dragging him back, and even clearing the area so the two could enjoy themselves undisturbed—by this point, it had done everything short of the act itself. Perhaps this was enough to repay the cost of the feed it had eaten since its master's grandfather's time. Its life as livestock had begun when it was captured by that woman's grandfather, spanning roughly eighty years. Long if one thought about it, short if one didn't. Yet it had never imagined it would end up helping its owner with her romantic affairs. Still, what could it do? It had finally found a satisfactory stud. A little inconvenience was a small price to pay. Fortunately, the child born from that weakling's seed had turned out to be a decent female. Such luck wouldn't last forever, of course. If things ever turned sour, it could always leave and find another herd. But staying with familiar faces was far more comfortable. Strong males and strong females must mate to produce strong offspring. That was precisely why Red Hare had dragged Zhao Yun to Dong Zhuo in the first place.
Why was it so obsessed with the strong? The answer was obvious. Only the strong could offer good food. That was the sole truth Red Hare had learned over its long life. They rode on its back; in return, it received meals. It was a reasonable transaction it could never have experienced in the wild. What had begun as a forced civilized life had become rather agreeable. Freedom? What nonsense. It was fed regularly and allowed to run as much as it pleased. Later it learned that eating well and running was its job. Hadn't it done the same thing in the wild? After living eighty years this way, the wild had become incomprehensible. Wait—had this horse really lived over eighty years? In Xiliang, everyone had grown used to it, but anyone from the Central Plains would be shocked. Of course, Red Hare itself would fly into a rage if it heard such talk. After all, it wasn't a horse. It was a spiritual beast. It couldn't breathe fire or sprout flaming wings like the flying creatures, but it was still a spiritual beast—powerful enough to be counted among the mythical animals of legend. Yet those insolent humans kept calling it Red Hare Horse, slapping the character for "horse" onto its name. That was why Red Hare preferred Dong Zhuo's group. They had finally learned to call it simply Red Hare.
At any rate, the spiritual beast Red Hare considered Dong Zhuo and Zhao Yun's mating time precious. If they produced fine offspring, it would continue receiving excellent feed. So it stood guard at the path, eyes blazing, ensuring nothing interrupted their union. Its efforts were not in vain. From up ahead came the steady sound of approaching footsteps. Red Hare stretched its neck and saw Li Su, Dong Zhuo's pathetic excuse for a breeding partner. Spotting Red Hare, Li Su assumed Dong Zhuo was nearby and hurried toward the valley. Red Hare snorted in disdain.
While Red Hare blocked Li Su like a vicious hound, preventing him from reaching the valley, lewd sounds echoed from the stream.
Trickle… splash! Swish, swish.
"Hnn… Lieutenant General, I can wash myself…"
"Hehe. Zilong, didn't I tell you? You saved my life twice, so as thanks, I'll wash your body."
The two were in the water. Dong Zhuo stood behind Zhao Yun, embracing him while he was fully erect, and "washed" him. Though calling it washing was generous. She was submerged to her thighs, rubbing the flowing water over him in a distinctly caressing manner. Armpits, nipples, lower abdomen—she deliberately tormented his sensitive spots with her fingers, and his manhood twitched as if begging to be touched.
"You say stop, but the thing down there is saying something else. Heh… Look at it, all angry and demanding to be stroked quickly. Carrying around such a pathetic load yet still begging to be touched… How shameless."
Dong Zhuo blew into his ear while scraping his hardened nipples with her fingertips. Zhao Yun couldn't answer, only suppressing moans. Amused by his reaction, she chuckled softly. Her left hand continued tormenting his chest while her right slid downward and flicked his veiny shaft. The swollen glans leaked sticky fluid, as if urging her to stroke faster. Only then did Dong Zhuo grip the head with her water-slicked hand and rub it mercilessly before wrapping her fingers around the shaft and pumping rapidly.
—Squish♥ Swish swish swish! Squish♥ Squish♥ Squish♥ Squish♥ Slap slap slap slap slap♥
Feeling the satisfying sensation in her palm, Dong Zhuo pressed her lips to Zhao Yun's ear and began to speak.
"From the moment I first saw you, I knew. You've never been afraid of me, have you? No matter how brave a man is, they all carry at least a hint of cowardice when they look at me… But you had no scent of fear at all."
Slurp slurp♥ She paused to lick inside his ear. To calm his trembling, she pressed her body firmly against his back. Her hardened nipples flattened against his muscular back and spurted milk with a soft sound.
"Ahn♥"
Unable to hold back her pleasure, Dong Zhuo gasped several times before continuing.
"Sorcery? Doesn't matter. You handle horses better than the Xiliang boys? So what. I just want you. Brave, and hiding such a violent cock too♥ Hnn…! Do you think I'd be crazy enough to hand you over to other women?"
So she had noticed after all. As Zhao Yun opened his mouth to make excuses, Dong Zhuo's fingers—previously teasing his nipple—slid between his lips to silence him.
"No need for words♥ Slurp!♥ Slurp!♥ Mmm~ I can smell your cum♥ That filthy scent is rising from your cock♥ You want to come, don't you? Hm? Going to shoot it all into my hand-pussy?"
"Hnn?!"
Excited, Dong Zhuo roughly shoved him down. Before Zhao Yun could even groan from hitting the large rock with his back, she lunged forward and crawled between his thighs. Hff—! Hff—! Hff—! Hff—! Dong Zhuo buried her nose against his glans hard enough to flatten it and inhaled deeply, eyes rolling back. Gripping the shaft with both hands and stroking furiously, she kissed the base passionately while reaching down with one hand to rub her own sex.
"Krnng♥ Krhhn♥! Chuu♥ Chuuuup! Sniff sniff♥ Hoooh♥ How unfair~ It's unfair that you're the only one getting stroked and coming♥ I'm going♥ I'm going too♥ I'm going to come with my pussy while stroking your cock too♥!"
"Haa! Hah! Lieutenant General… I'm…!"
"Krnng♥! Krnng♥! Mmm♥ Coming♥ Cock and pussy coming together while stroking♥"
Addicted to the scent of his manhood, Dong Zhuo babbled like someone whose brain had melted. Her hands moved even faster over both shaft and sex, urging climax.
"Ugh! Hup! Hnnng!"
"Aaaang♥ Kyaaah♥!"
—Throb throb throb!!!
—Spurt!!!
Their hips jerked as they climaxed together. Unlike Dong Zhuo, who collapsed weakly after gushing love juices once, Zhao Yun's shaft continued spurting several more times. With his semen already filling her nose, Dong Zhuo breathed through her mouth and stared in surprise at the cum raining down toward her.
—Drip
"Kyaa?!"
She cried out as thick ropes landed on her face, yet a blissful smile spread across her lips from the semen already in her mouth.
"Munch munch munch munch… Gulp♥ Hehehe♥ Mmm♥"
Dong Zhuo climbed up Zhao Yun's body, still chewing the thick load in her mouth. After savoring it for a while, she swallowed and proudly stuck out her tongue at him. Semen still dripped from her nostrils as she looked down at him with a smile. Even then, she continued rubbing her soaked sex against his firm abs, thoroughly marking him with her scent.
"This is my true feeling. I want to live while staining each other. You with my pussy♥… and I with your cock♥… I want to spend my life dyed in each other's scent and color. Will you accept me…?"
So this was an Xiliang-style proposal? Having received the most vulgar confession he had ever heard, Zhao Yun—forgetting for a moment that she was a married woman—felt himself harden again.
"Hihihihng!!! Hihihihihng!!!"
Suddenly Red Hare let out a loud neigh from afar as if warning them. Dong Zhuo shot upright and scanned the surroundings. Soon footsteps approached, and when the figure appeared, Dong Zhuo's face paled. She grabbed Zhao Yun's arm and dragged him underwater with her, mouthing words.
—Li! Su!
Li Su…? Ah! Right, she was a married woman! The moment Zhao Yun remembered that fact, Li Su appeared, acting as though he had every right as her husband. He tilted his head at the empty, quiet valley.
"What? Red Hare is here, so… Jung-yeong! Jung-yeong! Where are you! Ahem…! Your husband has come to apologize! I got a little excited and spoke too harshly earlier."
While calling for Dong Zhuo, Li Su stepped on her discarded clothes.
"…Hm? These are… Jung-yeong! Are you bathing?"