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Chapter 100: Breaking the Line
🕑 Added 2025-06-20 22:33:16 +0000 UTCI should probably give a warning lol.
WARNING: SMUT AHEAD
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It was as if someone poured liquid fire into her veins.
Their lips collide in a desperate, fiery crash of desire. The cold rain hit her again, sinking into her clothes and rolling off her skin. Samaya barely even noticed. She was too busy trying to quell the fire in her veins, the thirst in her throat as her lips locked with him, pulling and pushing frantically.
The man’s lips were rough, his hands now cupping her cheeks, his tongue pressing almost hesitantly, seeking entrance. Samaya barely hesitated, parting her lips. She felt that tongue pressing in immediately, and her own responded, playfully teasing and pushing and fighting for dominance. Until she felt a hand wrapping around her waist, and another around the back of her neck. The Emperor pulled her flush against him, growling against her lips as he sealed them together and pressed his tongue down firmly into hers, suckling as if he was drinking her breath.
He kissed her as if he were a parched man lost in the desert and she was the only source of water he could find.
Samaya could feel herself running out of breath. Her hands pressed against his chest, pushing at him, trying to get away. In response, the Emperor tightened his grip on her neck and clasped their lips tighter into the kiss, bruising and almost painful. It was only a few moments later, when the man could finally feel her wheezing against his tongue, that he pulled away.
“Ha!” She gasped, gulping down the air she needed desperately.
It burned.
She didn’t move. They were both panting, their breath mingling. His breath smelled like a strange mixture of sandalwood and herbs. From any other, it would be repulsive. With him, it made her crave more.
“We shouldn’t.” She whispered, her words breathy/
“Why?” He whispered back, pressing their foreheads together. “You are Our concubine, We are your husband.”
“Only in name,” she retorted. “We agreed not to partake in any intimacy.”
They never really agreed explicitly. There was just an unspoken understanding not to cross any lines. But the Emperor had already broken through the boundary line she’d put around herself.
“Then push Us away.” Samaya could see herself reflected in those golden eyes, among black flecks. “Tell Us to leave, and We shall.”
The man leaned in, his lips mere centimeters from hers, every word delivering a ghost of his breath on her. “Tell me,” he growled softly, dropping the Royal We, “before I lose the last semblance of control and decency I’m holding onto by a mere thread. Before I give in to every debauched desire that has been raging inside of me. Tell me, Ya’er.”
It was a desperate plea. To what? To agree to the man’s demands and push him away? Or to defy and pull him closer? Samaya did not know. She suspected the man did not either.
The only sound that responded was the pelting of rain around them.
Another growl left the man’s throat as he closed the distance between them once again, stealing her breath in another bruising kiss. Samaya felt the last thread of rationality snap. Her hand sealed into the man’s hair and curled as she kissed back. The kiss was messy, almost painful, all lips and tongue and teeth, as they wanted to devour each other.
Perhaps they did.
The man broke the kiss, but did not move away from her lips.
“I will not hold back,” he whispered against her lips.
She should have pushed him away when she had the chance.
“Good,” she whispered back.
She could not bring herself to regret it one bit.
She was off the ground before she could blink, her arms wrapped around the man’s neck as he carried her bridal style. And then he was off.
Ten minutes of distance was covered in barely five seconds.
She suspected the man would have kicked the door open dramatically had it not already been open.
“All of you are dismissed! Get out!”
Samaya felt the man’s chest rumble as he yelled. She heard some shuffling around them and the door closing behind them. She did not bother looking, her eyes trained on the man. How close he was. How close she was to realizing the fantasies she’d buried deep down.
She could finally see him clearly, under the dozens of candles in the room. His hair was in a normal half-updo, tied with a beautiful green ribbon. Without the crown, some strands of hair had come loose and were now sticking to his face. She could see droplets of water running down his cheek and down his throat.
He was gorgeous.
Her hand moved on its own, gently tracing his jawline, before cupping his cheek, a thumb carressing his cheekbone.
His eyes flicked to her and darkened.
Without a word, he plopped her on the bed. Her hair, curled up even more than usual because of the rain, spread around her head. The man loomed over her, his eyes tracing every inch of her face.
“You are,” he whispered as he leaned in, “a work of art.”
And then came another round of kissing that left Samaya breathless and panting, and another and another, until she felt drool pool in the corner of her lips and the man was satisfied enough with her lips to move on to her neck.
“Ah-” She gasped as he felt the man’s teeth sink into the junction between her shoulder and her neck, a particularly sensitive place.
She felt the man smirk against her skin as he licked the bite mark, sending goosebumps down her neck.
“Is this all you’re going to do all night, Your Majesty?”
He let out a soft chuckle against her throat that went straight to her groin.
“You’re much too impatient, Ya’er.”
“And you’re much too slow, Your Majesty.”
He chuckled softly, pulling away from her neck. Samaya took the opportunity to push the man's outer robe off his body. The man played along easily, pulling it off himself the rest of the way.
Samaya slipped her hand inside the white inner robe and growled in frustration when her hand came in contact with more clothes instead of skin.
“Damn these stupid clothes,” she hissed through gritted teeth and, in her impatience, grabbed the undergarments with both hands and pulled.
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They tore off as easily as paper, the edges of the ribbons that secured the garments becoming jagged as the clothes fell open, revealing the skin inside.
The man seemed surprised, she noted absent-mindedly. She placed her hands on the man’s chest. It was as hard as a boulder. Her fingers traced his muscles gently, finding the crevices in between his abs. The man’s chest was riddled with scars, large and small. She traced one just below his heart. A stab wound. Someone must have missed.
She heard the man’s breath stutter above her and looked up. His eyes were dilated enough that she could mistake them for honey brown instead of golden.
“You are a daring woman,” the man said, his voice deep and hoarse. She saw his muscles clench with restraint, and she saw the veins bulge in his arms.
Samaya smirked, knowing how badly she was affecting the man. Deliberately pressing a hand on his arm, she rubbed it suggestively, tilting her head.
“You’ve only just realized?”
“No,” he whispered and then, quick as a flash, he pulled her clothes open, pulling up her dudou to expose her breasts. One callused hand came up to grasp her left breast and tightened, making her gasp.
“But I did not anticipate how utterly insane it would drive me.”
She had no time to be surprised by the man’s words because the man’s mouth wrapped around her other nipple. A jolt ran up her spine as she felt the tongue flick at her bud, while the hand that was on his breast travelled up to roll that nipple between his fingers. She felt those sensations go straight down, the familiar feeling of her crotch tingling and slowly getting wet making itself known.
It had been almost nine years since a man had made her feel these things.
A soft whimper left her, and she bucked her hips, pressing herself against the man, grinding.
Huang Yasheng pulled back and tsked.
“Impatient.”
“Slow.”
“Very well.”
He pulled back completely, making her growl. He pressed a hand on her chest, preventing her from getting up. With that insufferable smirk on his face, he made quick work of their clothes.
One minute later, they were both as bare as the day they were born, their clothes now lying on the ground.
She couldn’t help it.
Her eyes flicked down.
A raised eyebrow as she looked up.
“Your Majesty,” she started with a tinge of amusement in her voice. “You’re monstrously massive.”
She let her head fall back. “Aren’t your concubines required to be virgins? Those poor girls.”
The man mirrored her expression, a mixture of amusement and smugness in his voice. “Will you be able to take it?”
“Is that a challenge?”
“What if it is?”
“Why don’t you find out?”
She unhesitatingly took the man’s member. It was hard as a rod, warm and throbbing in her hand. She could feel the veins under her fingers and gently ran her thumb over some of them. It throbbed even more, and she could feel it harden even more right in her hand.
The man groaned and leaned down, forcing her to look him right in the eye.
“See what you do to me, Ya’er?” The man whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.
She gave the man a smile and used her free hand to grab the man’s wrist and direct it to her throbbing groin.
“Why don’t you find out what you do to me, Your Majesty?”
She felt two fingers press into her folds and play with them, curling and pulling and twisting and spreading, making her gasp softly. She then felt the middle finger press go down to her entrance and press inside. She moaned softly as the finger pushed inside to open her up. A soft gasp left her, and her hand instinctively tightened around the man’s girth. Her insides were wet and throbbing, and she swallowed the finger up.
It felt so strange to have anything other than her own fingers down there. It was strange, different, and so completely maddening.
She wanted more.
Her hand stroked the man’s member. It did not take her long to stroke it to complete hardness. If it was huge before, then now it was an utter monster. Red, angry, throbbing and standing at attention. Her core throbbed at the thought of that massive cock ramming into her again and again. Her pussy tightened around the finger.
“Your Majesty, let's m-ah!” Her words were interrupted as the man suddenly pulled his finger out of her and grabbed her legs, spreading them up and wide, her knees resting on her shoulders, forcing her to let go of his cock and grab the sheet beneath.
“What are you doing?”
“Pleasing my concubine.”
And then he dove in, his tongue pressing her folds once, twice before sliding inside. He did not even give her the time to breathe. Her eyes rolled back as a loud moan fell from her lips, a gentle pleasure rolling up and down her body. She panted and glanced down, only to find those darkened gold eyes gazing straight at her, while his tongue played its way inside of her.
The sight aroused her even more, her body tightening. His hands dug into her thighs in response as his tongue began to thrust, curling every now and then. She whimpered loudly, her clit throbbing and hard. Her hand went down to rub herself, but was stopped by the man. A soft, frustrated whine left her, conveying a thousand words without saying anything.
However, the man stubbornly pushed her hand away and then let go of one of her thighs pressed his own thumb on her hardened clit, rubbing it in tandem with his tongue thrusting inside of her. Samaya groaned loudly, feeling pleasure press into every part of her body, like thunder rolling above the clouds, like a pot of euphoria slowly bubbling over the fire raging inside of her body, ready to boil over.
She let her leg, now free from the shackles of the man’s monstrously firm grasp, fall onto his shoulder, a hand going down to tangle into the man’s hair and press him deeper. The Emperor was obedient for once, pressing his tongue deeper inside, thrusting faster while the thumb began to vigorously rub her clit. The wet appendage pressed and rubbed against every nerve it could reach inside of her, making her entire body tingle with pleasure.
She felt the ecstasy racing throughout her body rise and rise and rise until it finally reached the finish line. Her eyes rolled back as he body tightened with the height of pleasure, squirting into the man’s hand, making it spread all over them. Her head fell back as moans spilled from her lips, bouncing off the walls, before she slumped on the bed.
Loud, heavy pants escaped her as she came down from her high, her thighs trembling.
The man finally pulled back. She looked up, her vision slightly blurry. Some of her release seemed to have gotten into his hair. He did not notice. Instead, he brought his soaked hand up to his mouth and licked her release off his fingers, with his gaze trained directly on her.
It was an incredibly arousing sight.
He licked a strip up his palm and smirked down at her.
“You are sweeter than I imagined, Ya’er.”
“Pretty sure that’s salty.”
Her filter was off in her post orgasm haze. It was a testament to how unguarded she had become around this man.
The man chuckled softly and finally let go of her other leg. She let out a soft sigh as she let her leg fall by the man’s side. He settled himself between her legs, rubbing her outer thighs gently.
Huang Yasheng then leaned forward, looming over her as her pressed his throbbing length against her groin, grinding himself against her throbbing core.
“Are you satisfied, my beloved concubine?”
She smiled and played along, grinding back.
“Very.”
“Then, I believe it is my turn.”
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Author's Note: le gasp An on schedule update? BY URMIE? Did the sun rise in the west today?? XD
I am SO nervous about this chapter. This is my first time publishing smut for people to read. And I really hope it's good and tasteful and not meme material. Please give me feedback on the chapter. You do not understand. I NEED feedback or I WILL DIEEEEE. BUT ALSO please keep in mind that this was written by someone who has little to no experience and let me know how I can improve my smut writing lol.
I'm sorry for pausing the chapter here. I thought I could finish the smut with one chapter but I did not wish to rush the best part at the end of one chapter. It deserves its OWN chapter! So, I hope yall don't mind waiting just a bit!
Thank you for reading! Lemme know your thoughts in a comment below!
Comments
Sammy Girl
Thanks for reading!
anne
Tftc
JewBot9000
It's allow I believe. I know there are some really sexual ones out there. I think as long as your story is marked as having sexual content and as long as there is some hint in the chapter its fine.
Christie
I loved it, really well done and satisfying!! Do maybe pay some attention posting in RR? I am not sure about smut rules there.
