"Ahhhhnn... Ahhhhnn... Xue... Ahhhhnn..."

I can't even string a sentence.

He takes me again and again without giving me a chance to respond. Not that I can if I wanted to.

"Xue- mmph..."

He silence me with a kiss as I turn to face him. Laying on my stomach, all I can do is clutching the bedsheet, when he plunge my hole again and again. The tip of his meat roughly hit my bundle of nerve, sending me tremendous pleasure.

I can hear my voice turn hoa.r.s.e but I can't stop myself from moaning a mess some more. My length is brus.h.i.+ng in friction beneath me, stimulating it some more until it's twitching again. I've lost count on how many time I've came and how many time he have burst his load. All I know is now my field has been plowed to the max, each corner of it is full with his seeds.

"Host."

"...What?"

"The ambush team is already outside."

Ah... now let's get the game begin.

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With the remaining strength he has left, the ger push back and force the Prince to fall on the bed. Taken back unguarded, the Prince was shock for a moment before trying to get back in motion. However, the soul-changed Consort climb on top of him and starts to ride on his jade stick, making him fall back, growling his satisfaction.

It's the first time his bride is taking the initiative so he let him have it. He is utterly mesmerized by his bride pleasured look as the latter plunge himself on his jade stick, moving his hip up and down, riding it deep.

"Ahhhhnn... too deep... Ahhhhnn... Ahhhhnn... Xue Er... Ahhhhnn..."

The ger rambling moans sounded like a nightingale singing in a certain Prince's ears. The latter push his body up, intertwining his hand on his bride's hip, guiding the smaller man to ride him faster. The ger uses his husband's shoulder as a support when the Prince start to a.s.sault his already swollen nub.

"Xue Er... no... Ahhhhnn..."

Outside, several men lead by a certain minister's right-hand man have already surrounds the front of the Consort's chamber. They can clearly hear the sound of groans and moans that rang throughout the chamber but none of them have any responses on their faces.

They make way for another gentleman, a straight postured man that carries a n.o.ble bearing.

The minister's eldest son. Shen Liang.

"Those foreign imbeciles! They dare to soiled the Prince's courtyard and this kingdom with their immorality. Guard, crash the front and get those imbeciles in chains!"

The n.o.ble gentleman is pure and have never engaged in any copulation before. Therefore, despite his rage, his ears and neck are blaring red in embarra.s.sment upon hearing the l.u.s.tful moans from inside the chamber. He ignore such thought, thinking that he is there to do his work, cleaning up the kingdom from such travesty.

His men crashes the open, blaring it open. From behind the silk screen, all they can see are the silhouettes of two person, being illuminated by the faint candle light, engaged in their bed time activity.

"Preposterous! Guards, seize them up immediately."

The silk screen is torn apart and front the front door the couple act become clear to see. The ger's porcelain body, painted with purplish pink love mark, is arching backwards, drown in intense pleasure. While the Prince's face is still hidden, nibbling on his bride's perky nub, with his back facing them.

"Ahhhhnn... Ahhhhh!"

That is the first time the n.o.ble man lay his eyes on the ger. His heart race madly when he saw the sinfully pleasured look on the ger's delicate face when the latter reach his climax.

"Ahhhhh!"

The ger seem to have finally notices the uninvited guests, hurriedly hide his face on the crook of his husband's neck.

"A pair of imbeciles! You dare to taint this kingdom with your immoral act? Seize them."

The n.o.ble man bark his orders, finally come to his senses upon hearing the ger's screams. His eyes grow colder when none of the two move, albeit the ger's s.h.i.+vering state.

The Prince turns half of his face to the side, while keeping one hand on his bride's back, calming him, he brings his free hand to his mouth, whistling low.

In seconds, those uninvited guests are surrounded by the Prince's personal army. Alarm with such event, the n.o.ble man reflectivity tries to fight, not realising who's he's fighting with.

"n.o.ble Son Shen."

The low magnetic voice that surrounds the atmosphere, stumping all other noises, shaken the will of those men. All of them recognize such voice, especially the one who's name was called upon. The sword on his hand fall to the floor with a loud ting, silencing the rest of his men that were resisting arrest.

"Fourth- Fourth Prince!"

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Ahhhhh! It's so uncomfortable!

Yes! I deliberately take advantage and roll on top of him. But it is because I want to have a clear view when they come! Not that I want to...

I thought he would let me go when he realized they come cras.h.i.+ng to the door. Who would have thought that he would urge me to have another release before calling for his guards. And even now, he didn't let me go.

"Mnnh..."

I hide my face on his neck as he holds me, with his length still reside inside me. His man cover him with a robe while he uses the duvet to cover my body.

"Detain them in the dungeon."

He walks out of the room, carrying me in his arms. Each steps makes a thrusting movement below. Ahhhhnn... it's so... uncomfortable! I'm not sure whether it's due to the drug or die to our position, the feeling down there is unbearable. I struggle from his hold, trying to get down.

"My dear, be good. Do you want me to take you here?"

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The poor ger stop struggling all together. Feeling unfair, he pout cutely before burying himself on the crook of his husband's neck. His beautiful eyes come in contact with the n.o.ble son, stirring an unknown feeling towards the latter's heart.

He still in daze, even after the owner of those pair of mesmerizing eyes have long gone. He walks meekly towards the dungeon, seemingly unaware of what have happen, as his mind keep replaying the first sight of the ger.

A pure, unadulterated pleasure, on the beautiful porcelain face. With tears glossing on the his peach blossom eyes, it looks like the stars that twinkle in the night sky.

While his object of fascination is having another round of sweet torture with his husband, the n.o.ble man keep thinking, what if...

What if the man was his?