Chapter 66 of 90
The Cord at Her Waist
She landed on her elbows, her bare breasts pressed against the wood among the dishes, her ass up in the air in front of him. Exactly where he wanted it.
He hooked one finger under the thread at the small of her back. And pulled.
The cord at her waist slipped loose. And the whole tiny bottom fell away—the strip of leather, the thread—down off her hips, down her stockinged thighs to her knees.
Nalan Meng was completely naked on the table. Except for the stockings and the gloves and the mask. With her ass in the air in front of the King of Thieves.
He took her cheeks in his hands and spread them.
Wide. So that he could see everything.
Her asshole was the softest shade of pink. Small and tight, clenching and twitching in the warm air in a little puckered flower. And beneath it, her pussy—shaven smooth, plump and swollen, the lips already parted. Already wet. Shining with her own juices in the red lantern light. There was a drop of it on the inner curve of her thigh.
Guan Yunfan stared.
Nalan Meng. The City Lord. His sister-in-law. A woman he had admired for weeks. Sticking her bare ass in his face on the second floor of Heaven Lust and showing him her wet pussy.
His mind went white.
He put his face between her cheeks and licked her.
Nalan Meng's whole body jerked.
No one had ever done that to her. Not like this. She had been touched there, rubbed, pinched—but never a tongue. Never a man's mouth on her pussy.
It was hot and wet and broad. It went up the whole length of her slit from bottom to top, slow and heavy, parting her lips, dragging over her clit. Then down again. Then up. He licked her like a starving man. She could feel his breath on her. His nose pressed into her. The rasp of his stubble against the soft inner curves of her thighs.
It was the strangest feeling she had ever had.
And slowly, horribly, she began to like it.
She bit her lip behind the mask. Her fingers curled on the table. The heat was building in her belly, pulsing, spreading, and she felt herself getting wetter on his tongue, felt him lapping it up.
He was going mad. He could taste her. Sweet and salty and her—and her scent filled his nose, that cool plum-blossom scent gone thick and musky between her legs. His cock was so hard it was shaking.
The rules of the house allowed a VIP 4 to take his cock out.
He loosened his trousers with one hand, and did.
Nalan Meng was moaning.
Low, soft, helpless sounds, half-swallowed. She did not even notice when his mouth left her. She was lying on the table with her eyes half closed and her pussy throbbing, and then she felt his hands on her hips, and he was pulling her back—
Off the table. Back onto his lap.
Onto his bare cock.
It slid up into the cleft of her ass as she came down.
Raw. Hot. Thick. Slick with his pre-cum all along its length, already dripping with it. And as her weight settled onto him, the swollen head of it found her asshole—and pushed.
She felt it press in. The slippery tip, wet and hard, against that tight little ring. Pushing it open. Two centimeters—she felt the tip of it actually open her, stretch her, start to go inside—
She clenched. Hard. She was sitting tight and her muscles locked, and the head of his cock slipped—
Out. Down. Along her perineum. Into the wet fold of her pussy.
She went rigid on his lap, her heart pounding.
It had almost gone in. Into her ass. The thought of it sent a jolt through her so strong she was dizzy—shock, and fear, and something hot and thrilling under both—and then it had slid away, and now it was lying there between her legs, along her pussy, the thick shaft pressed up into her wet slit.
It had not gone in. It was not allowed to go in. That was the rule.
But it had never happened before. Not like this. A man's raw cock moving freely over her asshole and her pussy, slick and bare, nothing in between.
Guan Yunfan had lost his mind.
He took her by the hips and began to move her. Back and forth. Sideways, along the length of his cock, so that it slid along the crack of her pussy without going in. Her pussy lips parted around it and closed over it on either side, wrapping it, hugging it, soft and swollen and wet. They were both soaked—her juices, his pre-cum—and with every stroke there was a sound. A wet, slick, obscene little sound, over and over, that he could hear even under the music.
He forgot that she was his sister-in-law. He forgot that she was supposed to belong to his brother and no one else. He forgot everything. There was no room in his head for any of it, when his cock was sliding through Nalan Meng's wet pussy.
And Nalan Meng had never imagined this.
That one day she would be grinding her bare pussy and her asshole on a man's cock—not her husband's, but her husband's man. His sworn brother. The man who guarded his roof.
She was already close. She could feel it building in her. Every slide of his cock along her clit sent a bolt up through her belly. She was trembling all over.
He reached around her and took both her breasts in his hands again, and squeezed them while he moved her on his cock.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice was screaming at him. Betrayal. This is betrayal. He had sworn himself to Li Yuguo for life. For life. He had said the words in front of witnesses.
But in front of him was Nalan Meng's body. A body that would make any man in the world lust for it.
He wanted to fuck her. He wanted it so badly his teeth hurt. He wanted to lift her up and drop her down on his cock and bury himself in her to the root. He could not. He could only feel her—soft and hot and wet around his shaft, sliding, wrapping, so close, so close—
Tears had come into Nalan Meng's eyes behind the mask. At the shamelessness of it. She was naked in front of every customer on the floor. Sitting on the raw cock of her husband's subordinate. And moaning.
Next time, Guan Yunfan thought dizzily, I'll bring Elder Brother. The thought came out of nowhere and he held onto it. Let him enjoy his wife's body. He's been starving for it. He deserves it more than I do.
But not now. Not yet. For now…
For now there was this body in his hands. He kneaded her breasts and bent his head and licked her neck, under her ear, where the scent of her was strongest. And his cock went on sliding through her pussy with that lewd, wet sound, her juices and his pre-cum running together.
After a while, he stopped.
He lifted her off his lap. "Lie down on the table," he said, hoarsely. "On your back."
She did it. She lay back among the dishes, her bare breasts spreading and settling on her chest, her face turned up toward him behind the mask. He stood up over her, his cock jutting out of his open trousers, thick and dark and shining with her wetness.
He laid it between her breasts.
He pushed them together around it with his hands. And began to move. Forward and back. Fucking her breasts.
She watched it.
She could not look anywhere else. It was right there under her chin. With every forward stroke the swollen head of it pushed up out of the soft white valley of her breasts toward her face, and drops of his pre-cum flew from it and spattered her lips, her cheeks, the edge of the mask.
He moved faster. And it came closer. On one stroke the tip of it bumped her lips. On the next, it slid between them and touched her teeth.
She could not avoid it. She lay there with her lips parted and it pushed into her mouth, just the tip, and slid out again. And again. She could smell it. Musky and hot. She could taste it.
And then, without meaning to—without deciding anything at all—she pursed her lips and kissed it.
It was the first time in her life she had ever kissed a man's cock.
She sniffed it. She kissed it again, and tasted it, salt and heat. And something went in her. Something gave way, deep inside, with a small soft crack like ice on a river in spring.
She opened her mouth. Wide. Turned her face toward it.
And the next time it came forward, the whole swollen head of it slid into her mouth.
She closed her lips around it. She sucked. It was not in the rules of the card—not exactly—and she did not care. Every time he thrust forward between her breasts, the head pushed into her mouth, onto her tongue, and she sucked it, and tasted more of him. And she found that she liked it.
Guan Yunfan groaned. It was too much. Her breasts wrapped around his shaft, her lips wrapped around his head, her tongue—
He came.
At the very moment the head of his cock was in her mouth, it burst. Thick white cum, hot and sticky, filling her mouth, spilling out over her lips, spattering across her face and her mask and down her throat. She choked. And swallowed. Unconsciously, without thinking, she swallowed it, like a shameless whore.
Her first taste of a man's semen.
He sat down heavily in his chair.
He sat there with his trousers open and his chest heaving and stared at nothing.
What did I just do?
He had violated her. His sister-in-law's body. A body that even his elder brother had never been allowed to enjoy. And there was no taking it back. It had happened.
He stood up. He fastened his trousers. He paid at the counter, and left, and did not waste a single second on the stairs.
Nalan Meng lay on the table for a long time.
Then she sat up, slowly, and the shame hit her all at once. All of it. What she had done. Whose cock it had been. What she had tasted. Her pussy was still twitching between her legs. Her face was sticky under the mask.
She went to the bathroom and cleaned herself. She collected her pay at the counter. And she walked home through the dark streets with her cloak pulled tight and her heart pounding, and slipped in through the side door with the broken latch.
In the guest room at the back of the City Lord's Mansion, Li Yuguo had been sitting on the floor cultivating for two hours. Or trying to.
The window opened in front of his face about the time the third watch was called.
[ Cuckold Points +1500 ] Source: Nalan Meng — Guan Yunfan (VIP 4)
[ Sworn Brother Bonus +1000 ] A sworn brother has tasted what the host has not. Bonus points are credited to balance only and do not fill the Cuckold Bar.
Current Cuckold Points: 5000 Cuckold Bar: 92%
(Converted to life span.) Remaining Life Span: 143 days
He stared at it.
Five thousand. In one night. Sworn brother.
He did not have to ask what that meant. There was only one man in the world he had sworn brotherhood with. One man who sat on his roof every night.
He sat there on his cushion with his hands on his knees, and the Qi he had been gathering for two hours drained out of his meridians like water out of a cracked jar. There was no point in trying to cultivate now. He would never get his concentration back tonight.
Damn it. He put his face in his hands. Everyone is enjoying my wife's body. Everyone except me.
Ninety-two percent. Eight more.
I have to at least try, he thought. I'm her husband. I should at least be allowed to try.
He woke early the next morning and went to wait for her in the front hall.
Guan Yunfan came in a little after him and stood by the door, in his usual place. He looked like a man who had not slept. He did not quite look at Li Yuguo.
Then Nalan Meng came in from the inner court, in her crimson robe, with her hair pinned up and her face cool and composed and utterly regal. As if nothing had happened. As if nothing ever had.
Li Yuguo stepped forward with his warmest smile. He reached for her hand.
"Good morning, my beautiful wife."
Shing.
Her sword was out. The tip of it was an inch from his wrist.
"Stand back, you pervert," said Nalan Meng coldly. "Or I'll cut your hand off."
Li Yuguo stood back.
Over by the door, Guan Yunfan watched it happen and did not understand anything at all.
She won't let her own husband touch her hand*,* he thought. And last night she was grinding her bare ass on my cock.
He did not even notice that he had gone hard again just thinking about it. He found himself staring at her. The curves of her under the crimson silk. The sway of her hips as she turned away. Damn, he thought helplessly. Damn that ass. No man alive could resist it.
Poor Elder Brother.
Nalan Meng glanced over at the door as she passed. She saw Guan Yunfan standing there.
Her face went hot. She was thinking about last night. About the taste of him.
She went out without a word, to the city hall.
Li Yutang was already waiting for her there.
He was standing at the foot of the dais with his captains around him, in his armor, with his helmet under his arm. When she came in, he bowed. When she climbed the steps to her chair, he watched her from behind.
Him, she thought, and her jaw tightened. Why is he always here?
She remembered that night. Her first VIP 3. Table nine. His servants. And afterward, at home, in her own bathwater—her asshole, sticky. She had known. She had always known. And she could do nothing about it without proof. She sat down in the City Lord's chair with her back very straight and felt his eyes on her.
They were on her ass. Of course they were.
He was imagining it naked—the shape of it under the crimson silk, the way it had moved as she climbed the steps. I wish I could bang that ass, he thought. Just once. Just touch it. Just once.
He had no idea that he already had.
He thought instead, suddenly, about a waitress. At Heaven Lust. Table nine. A girl in a mask, with a body almost exactly like the City Lord's, who had sat on his lap and let him do things to her that—
His cock stirred.
I should go back there, he thought. Some night soon. That girl's body had made him crazy. But it was only a stand-in. His real goal sat on the dais above him, looking down at him with eyes like frozen steel.
Nalan Meng.
And Nalan Meng knew that he was staring at her ass. She could feel it. She had always been able to feel it.
She ignored him, and opened the first dossier on her desk, and began the day's work.
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