On All Fours

Until a few days ago she had been the respected and proud wife of Yan Tian, the clan leader of the Yan branch, whom servants bowed to and young cultivators admired from a distance. Now she was naked on all fours with her asshole filled by a tail, crawling around a table of drunken men who had more power than shame.

She did not look up.

Her black hair spread across her back in a dark river and fell forward on either side of her face, hiding it a little, and she was grateful for that.

Her breasts hung beneath her and swayed with every careful movement. Their full weight swung forward and clapped lightly together whenever she moved too quickly, her nipples brushing the cool air.

Pat.

The plug shifted inside her with each motion of her hips, a deep strange fullness that made her move slowly, and the tail flicked and dragged behind her like the banner of a pampered pet.

Heat burned in her face. The wetness cooled on her inner thighs. Somewhere underneath the shame, her pussy throbbed in time with her pulse.

The floor was cold under her palms and hard under her knees, polished smooth by generations of Yan family elders who had knelt here to swear oaths before the ancestral tablets. The absurdity of that thought almost made her laugh in the middle of her shame.

Her knees found the grain of the boards. A spilled ring of wine lay sticky under her left palm, and she felt it cling and peel away as she lifted her hand.

The first time she moved her right hand forward, her breast swung down and her nipple brushed the floor, a small cold kiss that made her gasp.

She learned at once to arch her back a little and hold herself higher. That only pushed her ass up and out behind her and made the tail lift and sway with every movement, the fine fur whispering across the backs of her thighs.

Like a dog. Like a pet. In my own hall.

Behind her, someone exhaled a long, shaking breath. She did not know who it was. She did not dare to look.

She passed Han Fei first.

He was so close that she could feel the heat of his knee against her shoulder, and she heard him draw a sharp breath as her breasts swung by at the height of his lap.

When she had gone past him, he turned on his cushion to watch her from behind and gave a low appreciative laugh. From that angle the tail lifted with every crawl and showed him the black stone stretched in her hole, the rim pink and glistening around it, and the swollen pink lips of her pussy pressed together beneath it, glistening and slightly parted.

"May I pet her, Master?" Han Fei asked, grinning up at Xuan Wu.

"The card says a walk," Xuan Wu said. "Not a petting. Be patient, Fei'er. There is a great deal of evening left."

Han Fei sighed theatrically and contented himself with watching.

But as she crawled away from him, he leaned down and blew a slow stream of air across the backs of her thighs. The fine hairs there rose, and the fur of the tail stirred against her skin.

Yan Mei jumped so hard that the plug shifted. She had to stop and press her forehead to the floor for a moment, panting, the stone rolling inside her and a hot pulse running from it to her clit, before she could go on.

"Look at that," he muttered. "The Clan Leader's wife on a leash she can't even see."

"Quiet and enjoy," Elder Li said, his eyes never leaving her hanging breasts. "Moments like this pay for years of patience."

Elder Li's mouth had gone dry.

When she crawled past his knees, he leaned forward an inch, close enough to smell her skin and the oil on the plug and the sharper musk of her pussy. The twenty years of wanting her that he had carried like a stone in his chest turned over and showed him its other face.

He had spanked this ass in a gambling house that morning behind a mask, and she still did not know it had been his hands. Now he was watching it crawl past him with a tail in it, in her own home, while her husband let it happen.

He did not smile, because smiling would have given too much away. But his cock ached against his thigh so badly that he had to set his cup down before he spilled it.

He let the backs of his fingers drift down as she passed and brush the tail, very lightly.

He felt the plug shift inside her through the fur. He heard the small startled sound she made, and it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard in this hall.

Xuan Wei did not wait for her to pass.

As Yan Mei crawled by, she reached out and caught her chin and lifted her face. Her painted nails were cool against Yan Mei's hot skin. She looked at her with something that was half pity and half delight, her thumb stroking once along Yan Mei's lower lip.

"You look lovely, Sister Yan," she said. "Truly. My husband has always had excellent taste in tails."

Then she let her go with a little pat on the cheek, the way one pats a well-behaved pet.

Yan Mei crawled on with her face burning so hotly that she thought her skin might blister, and the plug shifted with each slow movement of her hips, and her pussy throbbed harder than before.

Elder Xuan Wu said nothing at all when she passed him. He simply watched, with his chin resting on his hand and his eyes half-lidded, the expression of a man admiring a painting he had commissioned and finding it exactly as good as he had hoped.

Then she came to her husband.

She felt Yan Tian's stare before she saw his knees. She felt it on her back and her swinging breasts and the tail between her cheeks like a hand, and she could not stop herself from lifting her eyes to him.

He was watching her with his lips parted and his face flushed, and the look in his eyes was not the look of a man suffering.

She held his gaze. For a heartbeat she stayed there at his knee, on all fours with her breasts hanging and the tail stirring behind her.

A strange pleasure had gone through him the moment she dropped to her knees, sharp and wrong and addictive, the same pleasure he had first felt when Xuan Wu spanked her on the night of the dice, and it had only grown stronger with every movement she made.

He watched the plug shift inside her as she crawled on, and remembered how that same hole had looked stretched around Xuan Wu's cock on the sitting-room floor. His hand tightened on his wine cup until the porcelain creaked.

In the shadowed corner beside the side door, where the lamplight did not quite reach, Yan Chi stood invisible and trembling.

He had arrived during the previous round, slipping through the side entrance under the effect of the Invisible Pill he had been saving, while the hall rang with laughter and the clatter of cups. He had pressed himself into the darkest angle of the wall with his heart hammering in his throat. The plaster was cool against his shoulder blades and smelled faintly of old incense.

He had come because the system had dangled a mission across his vision that afternoon, vague words about blood kin and public shame and a reward too large to ignore. He had also come because some filthy part of him had not been able to stop wondering what his parents and the main-clan guests did behind closed doors after the banquet lights went out.

He had expected wine and talk and perhaps a little groping.

He had not expected his mother crawling naked around the family discussion table with a fluffy black tail plugged into her ass while Elder Li leaned forward to smell her.

His cock had been hard since her first step.

He had one hand clamped over his mouth and the other inside his trousers, and he hated himself for both of them.

This was his mother, the woman who had held his face to her breast yesterday and called him Chi'er and stroked his hair. She was also the woman crawling past Elder Li's knees with her breasts swinging at the height of every man's lap and her pussy shining between her thighs.

The Pervert System did not care about family dinners. It cared about what he was looking at, and what he was looking at was paying.

He told himself he would leave after one more minute, and he went on telling himself that through every minute that followed.

Yan Mei completed the circle and returned to her own cushion.

She stayed there on all fours, trembling, waiting for the plug to come out. Her knees ached from the boards and her palms were damp, and the tail lay still against the backs of her thighs now that she had stopped moving, its light weight resting there like a hand. Her breath came in small shaky pulls. A bead of sweat ran down her spine, slid into the dip above the base of the plug, and vanished into the fur.

She lifted her eyes once to Tian'er, and found him still watching, and lowered them again, and waited.

Elder Xuan Wu was in no hurry.

He enjoyed the view of her bowed back and the curve of her ass and the way the tail made her look like a pet someone expensive had trained. He let her wait on all fours for a full minute while he sipped his wine and watched her thighs tremble and her pussy drip onto the floorboards.

Drip. Drip.

Only when Han Fei made a restless sound did he set his cup down and kneel behind her.

He took the base of the plug between his fingers and turned it slowly, once in each direction, so that the stone rolled inside her. She whimpered and pushed back against it without meaning to, her hips following his hand.

Then he gripped it firmly and pulled, and yanked it free in a single hard motion.

Pop.

Yan Mei cried out and collapsed forward onto her elbows with her ass still raised high toward him.

Her cheeks made a perfect round curve in the lamplight, spread apart by the angle of her body. Between them her asshole stood open and loosened, gaping just enough that the pink inside of her was faintly visible before it began, slowly, to close, fluttering as it went.

Her pussy leaked a thin shining string that stretched down to the floor and broke.

It was too much for any of them to pretend that the game was still about the cards.

Elder Xuan Wu put down the plug and planted both hands on her ass.

He spread her cheeks wider, massaging the plump flesh and kneading the mature curves until they yielded under his palms like warm dough. He watched her loosened hole flutter and clench each time his fingers pulled at it.

Yan Mei moaned into the floor.

Her voice was low and broken, and it was a sound that none of the men in that hall except her husband and Xuan Wu had ever heard from her.

Xuan Wu looked up at the others and found all four men watching. Yan Tian stared at his wife being played with by another man and did not look away.

Elder Li had never once in his life heard Yan Mei make sounds like these or seen her body offered up naked in front of him, and he could not bear to sit still any longer.

He shoved his trousers down.

His big cock sprang free, fully erect and thick and dark with blood, the same cock that had lain across her face on the second-floor stage that morning. He moved in behind her beside Xuan Wu, who smiled and made room for him as a host makes room for a guest at his table.

Elder Li set his shaft in the middle of her crack and pressed her cheeks together around it with both hands.

Then he began to rub, sliding up and down through the hot oiled valley between them.

The oil from the plug made it slippery and easy. Each time his cock slid upward, its underside dragged across her loosened asshole and made her jerk. Each time it slid down, the head nudged the top of her pussy and came away wet.

She moaned louder with each stroke.

It was obscene and slippery and slow. His cock was hot and thick and heavy in the oiled valley, and every time he drew it upward, its ridged underside dragged over her loosened asshole and made the little ring flutter and grab at him as though trying to pull him in, and every time he pushed it down, the swollen head bumped the top of her pussy and slid through the wetness there and came away shining.

Shlick. Shlick.

"You feel that, Lady Yan?" Elder Li asked hoarsely, squeezing her cheeks tighter around himself so that the hot flesh swallowed his shaft almost to the root. "Twenty years I've been looking at this ass across banquet tables. Twenty years. And now it's hugging my cock."

"Elder Li," she gasped, "my husband is..."

"Your husband is watching," Elder Li said, and he sounded almost gentle. "Look at him. Go on. Look at his face."

Her face was turned to one side on the floor, toward her husband.

She looked at Yan Tian while an old man's cock rode her crack, and the expression on her face was not only shame. Lust lived there too, wet and open and hungry in a way that made Yan Tian's throat close.

For a moment the two of them simply looked at each other across the ruined table.

Then, slowly, without looking away from him, she arched her back and pushed her ass up into Elder Li's hands.

Neither of them knew which one was more ashamed.

Xuan Wei broke the moment by crawling to Yan Tian herself.

She climbed into his lap and kissed him hard, her tongue sliding into his mouth while her hands worked at the last of her scraps, peeling the red cloth away until her mature breasts and her wet pussy were bare. The cloth dropped to the floor in two small damp heaps. She ground down into his lap as she kissed him, rolling her bare pussy over the hard ridge of his cock through his robes, and he groaned into her mouth.

She kissed him with the hunger of a woman who had been eaten on the floor half an hour earlier and had not come nearly enough, and while she sucked at his lips, she arched her back and pushed her ass out behind her, presenting her pussy to Elder Li and Han Fei like an invitation that neither man would need twice.