Beyond the Cards

Xuan Wu won the next round as well, and Yan Tian was beginning to suspect that the dice in that glass had never been entirely honest. He did not say so. He was no longer sure that he wanted them to be. Yan Mei turned the next card over with fingers that were shining wet.

Sit on the opposing player's bare cock for one round, wearing nothing.

Xuan Wu stripped away the last of his robes and sat back against the cushions, entirely naked, his enormous cock standing up from his lap and glistening with the saliva she had left on it earlier.

Yan Mei reached down and unclasped the golden waistband and let it fall away with its panels, and pulled the last red strips from her breasts and dropped them on the floor, and then she was as naked as Xuan Wei.

She turned her back to the elder and lowered herself onto his lap.

His shaft slid into the cleft of her ass and lay there, trapped between her full cheeks, with the swollen head nestled against her loosened asshole from below. She was dripping.

Every small shift of her weight made his cock drag along her hole and across the soaked lips of her pussy. When she tried to hold herself still, she found that her body would not obey her — that her cheeks kept clenching around him on their own and her hips kept making tiny helpless movements against the hard length beneath her.

Slide.

Clench.

She felt him throb. She bit her lip so hard that it hurt. Across the table, Yan Tian stared at the place where his wife's ass swallowed another man's cock between its cheeks, and his own cock ached so hard that Xuan Wei's hand found it.

Yan Mei had been called one of the great beauties of the demonic clans for as long as she had been a woman.

Men dreamed of having her. Most of them would never so much as see her bare shoulder.

She sat naked on an old elder's cock in front of her own husband, with her breasts heaving and her thighs spread and her pussy shining in the lamplight.

Her nipples stood dark and stiff. Her asshole, still soft from the elder's tongue and thumb, clenched against the head of his cock nestled beneath her. A thin string of slick stretched from her pussy to his shaft whenever she shifted.

Yan Tian stared at her with something that was half disbelief and half worship.

He shook the glass, and lost again. Yan Mei leaned forward to draw the next card. The movement made Xuan Wu's cock slide out from between her cheeks and then back again as she settled, dragging along every sensitive inch of her, and she gasped, and turned the card over with wet fingers, and read it, and did not say anything at all.

Xuan Wei leaned across and read it aloud for her, her voice warm with amusement.

"Be fucked in the ass by the opposing player."

The words hung in the lamp-warm air.

Elder Xuan Wu did not wait for anyone to discuss them. He took Yan Mei by the hips and lifted her as though she weighed nothing, and since she had already been sitting astride his cock, the angle was half made for him.

He lined the thick head of it up against her loosened, spit-slick asshole.

Held her there for a moment so that she could feel the blunt pressure of him. The head nestled against the soft ring. She trembled. Then he began to pull her down.

She had never been taken there before.

Yan Tian knew it, and Xuan Wu, watching her face, clearly guessed it, and the knowledge seemed to please him enormously.

Her body resisted at first, the tight ring clenching against the intrusion, and then it began to give.

Her thighs shook on either side of his, and her toes curled against the floorboards as she tried to find purchase on a floor that had suddenly gone a long way down. Xuan Wu's hands tightened on her hips and held her exactly where she was, patient as a man seating a stopper in a jar.

The head popped inside.

Yan Mei cried out. His cock pierced her slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching her wider than she had ever been stretched. Another inch. Another. Her asshole fluttered and clung around the shaft as it disappeared into her.

Yan Mei's mouth fell open.

Her tongue hung out over her lower lip. Her eyes rolled half back in her head, and a slack, broken expression took over her beautiful face as she was filled from behind, and Yan Tian thought that he had never seen anything so obscene or so beautiful in his life.

When Xuan Wu's hips finally met her ass, she was fully seated on him, every thick inch buried in her virgin asshole, and her breasts heaved with shallow broken breaths.

He was so hard that it hurt.

In the middle of that slow penetration, Elder Xuan Wu caught his wife's eye across the table and gave her the smallest of nods. Xuan Wei reached over at once and pushed Yan Tian's robes aside and wrapped her hand around his cock.

For a moment Yan Tian did not understand, because there had been no card for this and no round had been rolled, and then he looked at his wife's face as another man's cock buried itself in her ass, and he understood completely.

He let Xuan Wei stroke him, and then he let her bend down and take him into her mouth, and he did not look at her once. He stared over her bobbing head at Yan Mei's fucked-open face.

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Xuan Wu put her on the table.

He swept the cards aside with one arm and set her on the black lacquer on her hands and knees, and spread her cheeks with his hands, and fucked her tight asshole from behind with long slow strokes that grew steadily harder, his hips slamming against her ass in a rhythm that made the wine cups rattle on the wood.

Plap.

Plap.

Plap!

Each thrust drove a cry out of her. Her breasts swung under her and slapped softly against the lacquer. Her asshole clung to his shaft on every outstroke, stretched pink and shiny with spit.

On the other side of the table, Xuan Wei pushed Yan Tian down onto his back on the cushions, straddled him, and sank her bare pussy onto his cock in full view of his wife, and began to ride him with the same unhurried skill she had brought to everything else that night.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The lacquer was slick under Yan Mei's palms where the sweat of her hands had run onto it, and a wine cup near her wrist had tipped and sent a thin dark stream creeping across the wood toward her elbow. The cedar walls gave back every sound twice, so that the room seemed full of people moaning.

Yan Mei could not think.

There was nothing left in her head except the thick heavy cock stretching her ass, the burn of it and the fullness and the sight of her husband on his back beneath another woman.

Then, without any warning, Xuan Wu pulled himself out of her asshole and drove straight into the soaking pussy waiting just below it.

Squelch!

She had not been ready for the change.

She moaned so loudly that it rang off the cedar walls, a raw and shocked and helplessly pleasured sound, and her cunt clenched around him as though it were trying to keep him there forever. Xuan Wu laughed under his breath and kept going.

He pushed her forward along the table with every stroke, until her body lay stretched along the black lacquer and her face reached the far edge of it, and there, almost directly below her, Yan Tian lay on his back with Xuan Wei bouncing in his lap.

Yan Tian reached up, and caught his wife's head in both hands, and pulled her face down to his, and kissed her open mouth while another man fucked her from behind.

She tasted of wine and shame and the salt of her own spit. Her moan spilled into his mouth with every thrust. Behind her, Xuan Wu's hips slammed harder, and her breasts dragged across the lacquer between them.

Her hair had come loose and fell around their faces like a curtain, and under it he could hear her breathing and the muffled slap of the elder's hips and the creak of the table's legs on the floorboards. The heat coming off her cheeks was fierce against his palms.

If anyone else had walked into the room in that moment, the sheer wrongness of what they saw would have given them a headache. The family head of the Yan branch was kissing his own wife with desperate hunger while an elder of the main clan fucked her cunt, and the elder's wife was riding the family head's cock barely an arm's length away, and dice and penalty cards lay scattered across the floor like the abandoned rules of a game that had long since devoured itself.

Xuan Wu enjoyed her pussy with open, gleeful excitement.

He had expected that bending this woman would take far more work than this. He had planned for days of it, perhaps weeks. It had taken one banquet and a single night of dice, and now the famous beauty of the Yan branch lay naked beneath him on her own table, moaning and shaking and kissing her husband while she was fucked.

He drove into her harder, deeper, until the head of his cock was kissing the mouth of her womb with every stroke.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

With each impact her moans spilled into Yan Tian's mouth. Her breasts dragged and bounced on the lacquer. Her asshole, still loose and shiny from being fucked first, clenched on empty air above the cock pounding her cunt.

Watching his wife being taken by Xuan Wu made Yan Tian fuck Xuan Wei harder from below, his hands bruising her hips as he slammed her down onto him, and his eyes never left Yan Mei's face for a moment. Xuan Wei's pussy gripped him tight and wet. Her breasts bounced in his face. He came the first of his three times with a groan into the air, flooding her while he stared at his wife's open mouth.

They went on like that for a long time.

Time in that room came to be measured in moans and in the wet slap of flesh on flesh.

At some point Xuan Wu pulled Yan Mei up off the table altogether and lifted her into the air with his hands under her thighs, holding her spread open and suspended against his chest, and fucked her standing with even more force than before.

She threw her arms around his neck to keep from falling.

He had moved back into her ass when he lifted her, and the new angle drove him so deep that she could not even cry out anymore. She could only cling to him and gasp. Her breasts crushed against his chest. Her legs dangled. Every bounce drove him to the root.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

He used her like that for what felt like half an hour, bouncing her on his cock while she sobbed against his shoulder, and when he finally reached his own climax, he buried himself in her to the root and held her there and came deep inside her in thick, flooding pulses that she felt in her belly.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Then he pulled out of her and set her down on her own two feet, and her legs shook so badly she could barely stand. His seed leaked from her stretched asshole in a thick white rope that ran down over her pussy and down her thigh.

Then he pulled her down to her knees in front of him and held his cock to her mouth, and she began to suck it clean.

Her wet tongue wrapped around the huge shaft and slid along every inch of it. Her saliva made him slick again. She cleaned every part of him.

She took him deeper, and then deeper still, until her throat bulged around him and her nose pressed into the grey hair at his groin.

Glk. Glk. Glk.

Xuan Wu could not hold out against that new pleasure. He grabbed the back of her head and came a second time straight down her throat, and his seed overflowed at the corners of her lips and leaked from her nose, and she swallowed what she could.

She did not stop until his cock was clean again. Then she let him slide out of her mouth and slumped sideways onto the cushions, and Xuan Wu, exhausted at last, lay down beside her with a long satisfied groan.

On the far side of the ruined table, Yan Tian had already come three times, once in Xuan Wei's mouth and twice deep inside her cunt, and he lay on his back on the floorboards with Xuan Wei asleep across his chest, her naked body warm and spent against his.

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All four of them slept where they had fallen. The lamps burned lower. The dice lay scattered across the polished wood, and the cards lay face up and forgotten among the cushions, their brushed penalties looking almost innocent now that what had happened in this room had gone so far past ink. Wine had soaked into the silk in dark spreading blooms.

One of the thin red strips that had covered Yan Mei's nipples at the beginning of the night hung from the edge of the table where someone had flung it, stirring a little whenever the draught from under the door touched it. Around the sealed room, the mansion held its silence.

A moth had found the last lamp and circled its glass, and its shadow crossed the ceiling and the sleeping bodies in slow wide loops. Somewhere beyond the cedar a night-watchman's wooden clapper knocked twice and moved on, and the sound came through the walls thin and far away, like something happening in another house.

In another wing, Yan Chi lay asleep. Near the guest quarters, Qiuyu and Dongyu were attending Han Fei, by order of the family head.

Yan Tian was the only one of the four who woke before dawn.

He lay on his back on the floorboards with Xuan Wei's head on his shoulder and her breath warm against his neck, and he looked up at the dark beams of the ceiling, and he did not move for a long time.

He could still taste her pussy on his tongue.

He could still see, every time he closed his eyes, his wife's face as another man's cock had entered her ass — her mouth hanging open, her eyes rolling back.

He had watched his wife be used by a stronger man. He had fucked that man's wife while he watched. And lying there in the cooling dark, he made himself admit what he had felt, because he was a man who had always prided himself on seeing the world as it was and not as he wished it to be.

He had liked both halves of it more than he had liked anything in years.

He turned his head.

A few feet away across the floor, Yan Mei lay curled on her side in the remains of the lamplight with her black hair spread across the cushions, and Elder Xuan Wu lay behind her with one arm thrown heavily over her waist and his face against the back of her neck.

There was dried seed at the corner of her lips.

Her body, pale and bare and marked here and there with the red prints of another man's fingers, rose and fell slowly with her sleeping breaths. A faint white trickle had dried on the inside of her thigh where the elder's cum had leaked from her asshole.

Her hair lay across her cheek in a damp black tangle, and every few breaths one strand lifted and settled with her exhale. One hand had curled into the cushion under her chin, the fingers slack and slightly open.

Xuan Wu, half dreaming, smiled faintly against her skin.

Yan Tian lay in the dark and looked at the two of them together, and felt his cock begin to stir against Xuan Wei's thigh all over again.