Familiar Taste
I didn’t give a damn about the state of the world. Today I simply wanted to drink.
“Hohoho, as you wish, my lord.”
Huayan danced to the melody while Dayuan leaned her body against mine and poured my wine. Both women wore translucent silk that left little to the imagination, flaunting every coquettish skill they possessed before me.
This was far better.
Outside, the expected screams and groans of torture echoed around the Daerisi. Since I had ordered them not to bother me with any of it, I might as well enjoy myself.
I drained the cup and pulled Dayuan’s waist tight against me.
“Aah~ My lord.”
“Every time I look at you, I’m amazed all over again.”
A Caucasian woman of the second century, dressed in Han clothing and speaking flawless archaic Chinese. Her skin was porcelain-white without any powder, fine red capillaries visible beneath its surface, her eyes a striking blue, her hair a soft light brown. The sheer exoticism of her stirred a deep sense of conquest.
“Even in the capital, countless powerful clans showed great interest and begged for my services, yet none dared touch me. I belong to you now, my lord.”
The courtesans employed by the Wei Merchant Group as intelligence agents gave themselves only to the man who claimed their first night. I had no doubt Cao Cao shared that sort of relationship with Wei Hong, and Xun You was said to have taken one of the girls from this very house as a concubine; he enjoyed himself thoroughly in the capital.
“A beauty from the Western Regions like you must have been wildly popular.”
“At first they all looked at me as if I were some barbarian.”
That was only natural unless one happened to be a Silk Road merchant.
“The land where I spent my childhood, Daewan, was founded long ago by a great king who came from the far west. We are told we are his descendants.”
Yes—Alexander the Great’s Greek expeditionary force. The descendants of those Hellenic soldiers left behind in India and Central Asia. It had been hundreds of years earlier, during the time of Emperor Wu of Han, when the Han-Daewan War was fought to obtain the heavenly horses. Even in this era it was ancient history.
Enough history talk over wine. Time to enjoy myself.
“Come up here.”
“Is that truly permitted for this humble one?”
“I like having a woman sit on my lap.”
Cowgirl position was considered vulgar in this age—how dare a woman mount a man and act seductive?—but when it came to pleasure, I couldn’t care less.
Huayan stopped dancing and approached as well. The heavy scent of their powder and musk filled the air; moist lips brushed every inch of my body.
That was how the night began.
After the wine table was cleared and we moved to the inner chamber, a large tub prepared with licorice decoction waited. Delicate hands washed every corner of my body. When I stood, they dried me front and back with thick towels.
“Mmm… this is good.”
Once every drop of moisture was gone I lay back comfortably. The two courtesans, faces flushed and eyes filled with lust, climbed over me and looked down.
“It is an honor to serve my lord once more.”
I felt their warm breath. Huayan pressed close to my side while Dayuan held my legs. Then a pair of wet, impossibly soft lips closed around my rigid cock.
“Ha… fuck…”
The pleasure tore the curse from my throat. I had tasted it several times in Puyang, but Dayuan’s oral skills were on another level. Her tongue coiled around the shaft, her lips nibbled the glans, saliva dripped and was licked away again in an endless, maddening rhythm.
She was the one who had spoken last time about “hanging a persimmon and eating it with only the mouth.” The technique was every bit as devastating as advertised.
Slurp— Slurp—
She deliberately pursed her lips to make lewd, wet sounds that sent even more blood surging downward. While Dayuan worked below, Huayan clung to my side, rubbing scented oil into her skin and pressing her body against mine.
Her slippery breasts squeezed my arm, sending electric jolts through me. She brought her lips to my ear, nibbled the lobe, then blew gently inside.
My mind reeled. My whole body jerked.
“Urgh…!”
When I twisted reflexively, Dayuan seized my legs, slid lower, and began licking my balls. She traced every wrinkle with her tongue, then ran it back up the shaft—only to envelop me suddenly in soft, pillowy flesh.
“?!”
“The other sisters told me no man can endure this.”
“That’s…”
Dayuan had wrapped her large, pale, velvety breasts completely around my cock. Using both arms, she began to stroke. The sensation of being buried in that warm, heavenly valley nearly sent me to paradise.
I had met only exceptionally well-endowed women in this world, and though I had longed for this, experiencing it firsthand was beyond anything I had imagined.
When the squelching sounds signaled I was close, she stopped at once.
“Huayan.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Understanding my intent, she quietly moved Dayuan aside. Then she mounted me herself, naked and glistening, and slowly lowered her hips into a squat. Before taking me inside, she reached down and spread her own pussy with her fingers.
She pinched the slightly protruding lips and opened them, revealing the wet crimson interior.
“It has been a long time… I will take you inside me, my lord.”
She deliberately showed me everything, then sank down until the head of my cock disappeared inside her. The squatting position naturally pressed her thighs together, turning the motion into a tight, pounding rhythm that made her inner walls ripple and squeeze.
“Mmm… ah!”
The moment I was fully sheathed, Dayuan slid up beside me, embraced me, then lifted her chest. Those heavy, glistening breasts swayed before my eyes. I seized them with both hands and sucked hard on the nipples. The stimulation must have been intense; Dayuan refused to meet my gaze and covered her mouth with one hand.
Her skin was so pale it seemed to carry the faint scent of milk. While I kneaded and sucked her breasts, Huayan rode me with every variation of cowgirl she knew, desperately milking me. I could not hold back. I pulled both women into my arms and came hard.
The first load was unusually thick. The semen I pumped into Huayan’s depths was viscous and heavy. The two women slid down naturally and began to lick every drop I had released, cleaning me with careful strokes of their tongues.
“Keep going… lick everything that spilled down as well.”
At my command they sucked and licked from the tip of my urethra to the base of the shaft and even the balls, not missing a single drop. Just as they finished, Dayuan suddenly grabbed my legs and lifted them high.
“Hm?!”
She seized my buttocks and ran her tongue along the perineum, collecting every trail of semen that had run downward. Then she moved lower still—until her tongue touched my anus.
“Kh!”
She licked around the tight ring without hesitation, bathing it thoroughly. Even after the licorice bath she buried her face between my cheeks and stimulated me without reservation. The dual sensation—front and back—nearly melted my brain. When my cock stood rigid once more, Dayuan sprawled on her back like a bitch in heat and spread her legs wide.
Her pubic hair was the same light brown as the hair on her head, glistening with dew. The exotic shape of her Daewan pussy lay open before me, different from any other woman I had known. The inner folds twitched visibly, begging to be filled. Reason abandoned me. I climbed on top of her.
My saliva-slick cock slid in smoothly. Dayuan’s passage was already flooded; hot nectar squelched loudly with every thrust.
“Hngh… ah!”
The moment I entered she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper, swallowing me with soft, greedy heat. Every time I pounded into her like a wild animal she stared back at me with dreamy, adoring eyes. Dayuan never looked away during sex; she offered even this shameless expression, gazing up at me in open worship.
Her enormous breasts bounced heavily. I grabbed them with both hands, sucking greedily on both nipples at once, savoring the heavenly texture. Meanwhile Huayan moved behind me and licked every bead of sweat that ran down my spine, not missing a single drop. The tingling reached all the way to my tailbone. Between her insistent licking from behind and Dayuan’s rippling depths, I could not hold back. I came again.
“Yeon!”
One was Huayan, the other Dayuan. Whichever name I called, the second climax flooded a womb to the brim.
Cao Cao had called me a thousand-li stallion. I wanted to live up to that name—erect like a prize stud, knocking down every beautiful woman I saw and leaving them all panting and spent.
“Haaaa…”
We continued until dawn, switching between them without pause. At the very end the two women performed one final cleaning fellatio, then wiped my entire body with fresh towels soaked in licorice decoction. They placed an incense burner beside my pillow so that a faint, soothing fragrance would carry me into the deepest, most comfortable sleep.
I pulled both women into my arms, savoring the way their soft breasts and smooth thighs rubbed against me.
For the time being I would forget every sound coming from the capital and simply drown myself in pleasure. That fiery night was nothing short of fantastic.