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Save me

“Tell them, my little peach. Tell them all,” Sun Wukong laughs wickedly as he gives you a particularly hard thrust, your body almost bouncing off his thick, ridged cock just before his tail forces you back down harshly to the hilt. You are mentally broken; your glazed eyes widen with each thrust as he batters your cervix relentlessly with the head of his thick staff. Your head is thrown back against his shoulder, saliva streaming down the side of your mouth as he pushes you relentlessly into your third climax.

Your back rubs harshly against his golden armor with each push of his strong hips. The Great Sage has his wrists under your knees, sharp claws digging into the soft flesh of your inner thighs, leaving shallow wounds as he is starting to lose discipline in his mind. Sun Wukong was finally thrilled to claim you for himself, and he made sure your legs were spread wide for all this wedding to see, including the man you were supposed to be marrying.

“Say it, tell them you’re mine, and I’ll give you the reward that…” Sun Wukong grunts as he strikes that part of you that causes your twat to clench on his cock suddenly, and he grits his teeth to regain his teetering control, “….Tell them all, submit to me, and I’ll finally fill your fertile little womb…” he hisses through his teeth.

Fresh tears stream down your face as you feel yet another impending release, your words of declaration and unwavering loyalty to the Great Sage Equal to Heaven on the tip of your lips; your words to all witnesses at what was at was now your wedding to the Monkey God.

The day prior

Duty.

Honor.

Sacrifice.

Tradition.

“Who says that hibiscus must be planted in water?” you mutter lowly to your reflection in front of you as you paint your face to look flawless

“…Isn't there a branch of hibiscus blooming in the bronze mirror?" you exhale to yourself, repeating the poem you’d heard your mother and grandmother tell you from the tales of their wedding days. Yours and his family spared no expense this day for you, and the bronze-lined makeup container clicked as you finally managed to latch it shut.

The woman who looked back at you was beautiful, but you didn’t know her. You hated the green dress she wore, but it was tradition. All brides wear green dresses that day because the word for green sounds similar to the word “Lu,” which means “blessing.” It was not worth your peace to argue for the red dress you had seen women start to wear for their weddings. After all, what was the point of wearing a wedding dress you loved for a man you did not? You didn’t hate your husband-to-be; he seemed like a kind man, but you had no interest in marriage at all, and you resented him for being wealthy in status convincing your family it was time for you.

You’re interrupted by your thoughts from your grandmother and mother walking into the room; their pleased smiles and giggles surround you, and you let the stress of your future melt and embrace them.

This was your duty, and you would honor them.

It was breathtaking when you stepped off the lavish carriage that carried you to your husband’s estate. His family lived just outside the city, and the estate kissed the woods of the mountains. Lanterns and candlelight lit the ground underneath the embrace of the dark night sky. You see your soon-to-be father and mother-in-law greet you, and you respectfully return their greeting. Not much is said as you are escorted in front of an official, and your husband is kneeling reverently. You try not to take in the glances of all the unfamiliar faces staring at you in awe. You didn’t notice many of your family or friends among them, which filled you with great sadness.

A gentle breeze begins to kiss the sheen of sweat at the back of your neck, giving you a moment of respite from the heat.

You kneel in front of the official and bow your head, holding down the mixed emotions within. You recite the words that have placated you these last few weeks:

Duty.

Honor.

Sacrifice.

Tradition.

You gently release the breath you were holding, keeping your eyes closed as you hear the official reciting the vows that would bind you to the man next to you in many ways. You aren’t listening to his words, but only your own as you recite your mantra to keep your will alive.

You are brought out of your trance when you hear silence and wonder if you missed a cue, but you dare not move. You hear something drop to the ground, and your eyes open. You look up to the priest, who is frozen in fear. You see your husband pale as he looks in the same direction as the priest behind you.

You sit up on your knees from your bowing position, and sense something gently tug at your hair, hear someone inhale, and feel a hot breath against your neck.

“You look as sweet as you smell, maiden of the summer's end,” a voice says. You stay where you are, and you do not move. An overwhelming energy envelopes you, and your instincts tell you to stay put and pray for mercy. You morbidly joke to yourself that maybe you could have the priest pray with you while he is standing there staring at your captor in fear.

Your mouth dries, and you finally turn your head slowly to meet sharp eyes of red and bright gold irises. He wears a grin as the long lock of hair he had picked from your hair crown is still between his clawed fingers. He slowly lets the strands of your hair fall and gently tucks them behind your ear. He hears your breath hitch at his gentle touch despite his fierce claws. You take in his inhuman features: his flat nose, large canines escaping his grin, dense hair around his face, and large shoulder muscles. He’s leaning down, resting on one knee while his free hand rests on his thigh. You are in awe of his otherworldly handsomeness, finding it impossible to tear yourself away to give him proper reverence like everyone else.

“Hmm? You don’t seem afraid of me, little woman. Why is that?” he husks out in a whisper as he leans into you again. You feel his breath in your hair and see his tail slowly sway to the side you can see of him. “A tail?”

This was not a prank. This was not someone dressed up as a joke to make a dull wedding laugh.

This monkey demon king was genuine, and the thought of his claws touching your skin as he tore you apart to eat you alive awoke a part inside of your body you didn’t realize you had buried within yourself. You wanted to feel his breath against your neck. You wanted his claws in your hips, his teeth in your neck, and his tongue in your mouth. You hear him chuckle, and your heart screams as he pulls away and stares into your eyes again, his grin wider, and all you can think of is having his sharp teeth tear into your soft flesh.

“Answer me, girl. Are you not afraid?” he whispers again. You try to swallow away the lump in your throat, but it's no use. Your voice barely makes a sound.

“Yes, I am...” you squeak. He tilts his head as he leans into your face. You see him close his eyes and smell you again, and you shiver.

“I don’t smell fear…” he growls as he opens his golden eyes at you accusingly, his tail flicking quickly a couple of times behind him, almost agitatedly. You could smell his musky scent of firewood and sweat, which was intoxicating. Your mouth is slightly open, and you draw in your lower lip to wet it. Your lick draws his attention, and he stares at your mouth curiously. You hear a thud nearby, and you see your father-in-law throw his body on the ground in reverence, his shaky voice speaking up bravely.

“Hou Wang, why have you come? Please do not harm my daughter!” Your father-in-law cries as he bows his head to the ground to the trickster deity. It snaps Sun Wukong out of the trance he was caught in, and he quickly pulls away from you and stands to his full height, turning toward your father-in-law angrily.

Wukong takes in his surroundings for a moment. He gives a long, hard stare at all the people in front of him, especially the shadowy figures in the back surrounding the food and drink to be enjoyed later. He pauses a moment, brings his fist to his mouth, and clears his throat.

“Why am I here? You dare ask me why I tread on land that belongs to me!?! EVERYTHING HERE IS MINE!” he bellows, causing people to cover their ears.

“You build on my land without proper respect. I am a busy king, so I allowed it since you seemed a decent human and kept to yourselves. But now, you disturbed my woods. Today, you order your servants to dare trim my trees and disturb my kingdom for this…?!” he gestures toward the reception area, and the shadows quickly disperse.

 “And now you celebrate without proper libations to your god on his land?” he hisses angrily as his golden armor gleams in the firelight.

“I apologize, Qitian Dasheng, I was not made aware this was your sacred land, and I will give you whatever you wish!” your father-in-law cries. Your husband has been frozen in fear with his head on the floor this entire time, which to you was understandable. You hadn’t figured out why you weren’t paralyzed in fear yourself, but you know you should be. You don’t have much time to ponder this as you feel a strong arm wrap around your waist, and you feel the force of an armored shoulder against your stomach and abdomen.

“Bring me proper food offerings and libations to that clearing, there on that mountain before morning, or else I’ll…” Sun Wukong pauses dramatically, “…eat this delicious-looking bride,” he chuckles maliciously. You hear audible gasps in the back of the crowd and see your mother and grandmother, and it briefly warms your heart. They seem so distraught over your circumstances.

You don’t get to stare at them long as the Great Sage jumps high, his evil laughter consuming the quiet night.

“Bwahahah! Look at them go! Boss, you’re a genius!” The small monkey Yauguai cheered to the others as many watched the humans bring expensive food and wine to the clearing a third of the way up the small mountain in the distance. Sun Wukong leaned against a tree with his eyes closed, and a proud grin was across his face.

Wukong had just rescued his people from 1000 hunters who were using them as slaves, and his people had been starving. He had wondered what he would do to take care of them in the short term until they could get a proper harvest over the next couple of months, and he stumbled across the smell of rich food and …something else.

The Monkey King sent some of his scouts forward to investigate the food while he followed the smell that had him enthralled, which came from a different area altogether.

As he tracked the scent, his nose led him to witness you leaving your carriage, which had delivered you to your husband's home. The Great Sage watched as you sadly took one last look behind you and slowly turned to your destination, where everyone gathered. You played off your sadness well, masking your face with class and stoicism like a traditional bride.

The sage frowned but tore his face away. Humans were complicated, and he was done dealing with them after his master, Triptaka, had formally discharged the monkey king from the pilgrimage to the West.  

Wukong continued his search for the smell. He noticed it led him more toward you, so as he approached the crowded area, he disguised himself as a small insect of the night and continued his way.

Imagine his surprise when he landed on an ornament in your hair, pleased he found what he was looking for but shocked to see something so divine coming from a human. He heard the official speak, and he felt your body shake.

Your aura of sadness was overwhelming, and being so close to you, he could hear your thoughts. Those four words you kept reminding yourself. What did they have to do with your wedding? How could you be so sad, surrounded by happy people and delicious food? How odd. He took in the texture of your hair, curious what he would feel beneath his fingers. Lost in the moment of your intoxicating smell and his curiosity, he manifested and took a lock of your hair between his fingers, admiring the silkiness each strand gave individually and the impressive strength it gained banded together betwixt his clawed fingers. He inhaled your hair, which seemed only to have one smell of the three.

“Ripe peaches…” he realized finally.

And then the Taoist official dropped his book, and you finally met his golden eyes. His heart, hardened by his betrayal from Tripitaka, began to melt, staring down at your gorgeous eyes. Your sad aura diminished in that moment your eyes met. He felt no fear from you, but…relief? Curious…

When your father-in-law's voice rudely interrupted his conversation with you, he realized his mistake and unknowingly broke out of his transformation to touch your hair. He was now exposed to the large crowd of humans among you both. He had crashed a wedding for food and now had thoughts of kidnapping this sweet-smelling, intriguing bride. What was a demigod to do?

“Oh, that’s right. I am a god, aren’t I? And these humans have spread deeper into my lands…” he thought to himself, looking back at the scouts trying to pack food discreetly.

The plan wrote itself; he just had to play the part of a displeased god, and everyone got what they wanted. Well, everyone who mattered…

Sun Wukong and his minions landed on a much larger mountain to observe the people below loading up the food in carts. He reassured you that you would be unharmed and returned once he got the food to feed his many starving ‘suns.’

“Please, take all the food from us you need to feed your people, Meihou Wang. You’re welcome to everything we have. I am ashamed of my kind and their selfish actions. Thank you for sparing us,” you bowed to him deeply as you turned to leave the Monkey King and his followers. Wukong blushed at your use of “handsome” in his title but didn’t have long to ponder as he noted that odd expression crosses your face once again.

Wukong expected your compliance but did not expect that sad look across your eyes once again as you turned away. It angered him, but he kept his emotions in check as you walked away.

“Secure the palace and make sure she's comfortable until I return her,” he barked to one of his generals. Then he crossed his arms and watched the humans below.

Wukong had a group of very young monkey cubs run up and overrun him, which had been a recurring daily routine. He laughed as the children played with the red rope holding his crown in place, and one tried to nibble on his phoenix feathers. He lay there listening to the tall tales the young macaque children would tell to impress him, and while he listened, he couldn’t stop his thoughts about you.

As the bounty of food was being delivered to the rendezvous point, it quickly became divvied among the various monkeys. Wukong stayed behind and watched his people on the smaller mountain indulge in delicious food he was sure they hadn’t had in their lifetimes. One of his generals walked up and sat beside him, several small macaques surrounding Wukong as they slept. Wukong scratched the child curled on his chest, which he noticed had scars on his hands. The Monkey King inspected the scars and growled, but his general stilled him.

“Why did they not escape? Why didn’t you-“

“We did, many times. We had several adults try to smuggle our young out,” the general hissed fearlessly back at Wukong.

“The children would return whenever they heard the hunters tormenting the others. They kept close tabs on us, a census of children, young adults, and the elderly. The children were loyal; they couldn’t ignore that the adults would live a life of suffering just for them to be free. Their love and duty to us made them willing slaves,” Liu hissed angrily.

Wukong snorted, hating the hunters who took advantage of his people's love for one another.

“I should have killed them slower,” Wukong grumbled.

“No, that is not the way master, you taught me this! If it must be done,” Liu retorted, “kill your enemy quickly, with no hate in your heart,” the elder monkey said matter-of-factly. Wukong growled.

“To use honor and love to enslave…” Wukong paused a moment, and his eyes widened at his realization,  and suddenly, he sat up. The young macaque slowly slid down his chest, and he caught the child with one hand and stared down at him, and he muttered to himself, dumbfounded at his revelation, your gentle voice guiding him:

“Duty, my obligation passed down from my elders.”

“Honor, I dare not disgrace their expectations and act accordingly.”

“Sacrifice, my desires and dreams for the sake that others may live.”

“Tradition, this is the way of my people, and it always shall be.”

He thought of you looking back as the carriage dropped you off. He thought of the sadness in your aura, the relief in your eyes when he interrupted your wedding, and the sadness returning to you when he promised you would be given back to your people.

Your people, who enslaved you to a life you, he now realized, did not want.

You pace quietly in the grand hall of the stone palace you were left behind. It had been hours, you guessed, and you were growing increasingly angry and frustrated at your captor's negligence. You wanted to learn more about him but knew your curiosity was inappropriate.

It then hit you that you wanted his affection, and you shook your head and smacked your cheeks.

You sat back on the floor a few feet from his throne and began to meditate on those four words. As expected, you would be married to a boring older man, and you needed to focus on that, not your growing fascination with the handsome monkey god.

You hear something placed in front of you, and you slowly open your eyes, not realizing you had dozed off. You see a plate of delicious food and a cup of something light shimmering in the flickering torchlight of the palace. You look at the hand offering food and watch the clawed fingertips slip away and rest on his knee. You look up into Sun Wukong's eyes once more, and he seems concerned.

“You’ve stayed in the same place the whole time. Are you hurt?” He asks with a knit brow. You bow deeply to him and shake your head.

“We are past such formalities, little human. You are a guest in my home; please relax,” he says sweetly, reaching for a berry on the plate before you and tossing it into his mouth. You sit up slowly, put your hands in your lap, and try to straighten out your green wedding dress sprawled over the stone floor. You look at him and smile weakly, trying to maintain your composure. Sun Wukong’s golden eyes flash, and he lifts an eyebrow at you.

“Tell me, maiden, do you hate me for ruining your wedding day?” he asks as he picks up another berry from the plate and playfully rolls it over his dexterous clawed fingers. You shake your head at him sweetly.

“Not in the least, my King,” you respond softly. He stares at you for a moment and nods.

“I’m surprised, as I would assume this would invoke the ire of any bride on her wedding day. Are you lying to me because you fear if you displease me, I’ll harm you?” He rests his cheek against a closed fist. You again shake your head.

“While I fear you, I am not afraid to speak my truth. I have no ill will, hatred, anger, or anything like them toward you,” you boldly say, making eye contact with him to show your bravery and confidence in your answer. He gives a curious hum.

“So tell me, little maiden, why? You should be consummating your marriage right now, but instead, you’re now here…with me and not your betrothed. Why is that?” he gives you a slight grin, and you blush.

“I-I don’t know,” you stammer, and you suddenly feel tiny in front of his large golden eyes. You break your line of sight with him and stare at the floor, anxiously gripping your hands into your dress. You don’t see the broad, malicious smirk that crosses his face.

“Ah, your first lie to me. Make sure it is your last, human,” he growls out harshly, his grin still present on his face. You feel his clawed fingers reach you and grab your chin as he pulls your face up to look back into his eyes once more.

“So, tell me the truth. Why are you not angry to be here with me instead?” He gives you a broad smile that sends heat throughout your body. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

“Please, Hou Wang, do not make me answer that truthfully. I dare not speak of it,” you whisper to him, your eyes glassing over, beginning to water, but you refrain from allowing the tears to fall. You quickly regain your composure as you recite your well-worn mantra. Wukong stares at you for a moment and yawns as he plays with the berry, dancing it over the backs of his knuckles.

“I normally don’t involve myself in the pitiful affairs of you humans, as you cause me nothing but trouble, but you intrigue me, little bride,” he says curiously under his mask of apathy. You wonder what he means.

“Trouble…because we enslaved and tormented your people?” you say, looking down guiltily and remorsefully. His eyes snap up to you.

“Not you, little one. You are not to blame for the sins of your people against mine,” his tail flicks angrily behind him. You continue to look down to the floor, not making eye contact with him out of fear you may frustrate him further.

“I…was traveling with some companions…and…” He hesitates a moment and lets out an angry sigh. You muster up the courage to look into his eyes and see him staring at Berry in his hand.

“My former master…who is human…who I have saved countless times, didn’t…believe me…and dismissed me from his guidance…because he thought I killed an innocent human, but it was a demon in disguise who intended to deceive and harm him,” he growls. You realized Wukong was hurting from the new void in his heart where his companions should be.

“I’m sorry your master didn’t believe you. You seem really hurt. Do you miss him?” you ask, and he looks back at you.

“I worry about him, even now, in my anger and disappointment,” the monkey god mutters through frustrated teeth.

“Then, your instincts are likely correct, and you should go check on him,” you respond quietly. In a second, the King of Flower Fruit Mountain is in your face with clenched teeth, fire lighting up his golden eyes.

“Did you not hear? He banished me! He even took the crown from my head he used to control me and gave me a damn letter declaring me exiled! I am unwanted, human!” he hisses through his sharp teeth. Now you know you should be afraid, but you know he is angry through a hurt heart. You slowly reach out and tap at the chest piece of his golden armor.

“What does this say to you when I remind you he may be in danger?” you ask him gently. Slowly, the lips of his mouth cover his sharp canines, and he stares at you for a moment. Wukong sits back off his haunches dejectedly, your words ringing in his ears.

“All I can hear are his words of banishment…” he sighs.

“Then ignore those words and listen to mine instead, it’s the least you can do after ruining my wedding day,” you say with a coy smile, making forceful eye contact with him, even though a part of you feared his wrath you couldn’t help but tease him. Wukong gives you a playful grin, and you place your hand on the side of his face tenderly.

“Go check on him. If he is alive and well, try to talk to him. Humans are emotional and sometimes need space to process events. Maybe your master has seen the error in his decision and is ready to speak. If he is alive and in danger, rescue him and let him speak. Don’t gloat or lecture him; just listen. If he is dead…” You hesitate a moment, the smile disappearing off his face and he searches over yours.

“…Go to the depths of hell and bring him home…then gloat at him.” You smile and then your eyes widen. You blush as you realize you are still cupping his face and Wukong leans into your touch. You quickly pull your hand away and clench your dress nervously, realizing you were giving a god advice. Perhaps you overstepped? You stare in his eyes and after a moment you see him nod and smile.

“As I suspected, you are the exception to your race. A rare treasure indeed,” Wukong smiles, and you blush, breaking eye contact with him. The monkey king grins at you, reaches over, holds the berry he plucked from the plate earlier, and places it in front of your face. You hesitate and shake your head, and you hear his chest rumble.

“It's rude to refuse a gift from a deity, you know,” he growls.

“It's rude to steal a bride from her wedding, and how is it a gift if it is food from my wedding?” you tease back with a playful smile, and Sun Wukong looks at you for a moment and then gives a high-pitched laugh. He calms himself after a moment, wiping the tears from his eyes as his laughs turn into amused hisses.

“The gift isn’t the food,” he purrs, placing the berry before you. You go to put your hands under his to receive it like an offering, but his hand moves past yours and brushes the fruit ever so lightly against your lips, demanding entrance. You hesitantly open your lips and feel his fingers press into your mouth just enough to drop the berry on your tongue, and he slowly brings his sharp fingertips back out of you, brushing them against your wet lips until he pulls his hand away.

“The gift is my company,” he says as he leans closer to you to smell your hair again. You feel pressure from how he presses his nose on your head. You hear him inhale, and he visibly shivers as he exhales. You bite your bottom lip as he continues to trail his nose down to your ear, and a tremble escapes you, and you bring your hand to your face to hide your telling eyes of want from him, the eyes that would tell him you didn’t want his attention to stop. You would not be that woman to bring dishonor to her name. You reiterate your mantra to seal away your want for him.

“I do cherish your company, perhaps more than I should,” you say stoically as you fully turn away. You hear him groan after he inhales your scent once more.

“There is something about this smell of yours; what is it?” he whispers in your ear. Confused at his meaning, you say nothing as he inhales again, shifts his body behind yours, and you now feel his breath at the back of your neck, just like you desired when you had first met him a few hours prior.

“That’s not it either…” he mutters softly, a light growl.

“Hou Wang…” you whisper as you feel his body envelop you from behind; one of his strong arms wraps around your left shoulder, and he pulls you roughly against him. You feel his nose and lips trail down your neck, and a high-pitched moan squeaks out of your lips, sealing the affirmation he wants. His hand rips the dress, exposing your shoulder and breast. Sun Wukong opens his mouth and gives your shoulder a broad lick up to the base of your neck, and you hear a delighted hum escape him.

“Honey…I taste it now…” he hisses as he laps at your skin diligently, pleased he figured out the second scent you carry.

“Gods, please, don’t do this…”

“I’m the only god you’ll ever need; forget the rest. You understand? Tell your king you want him. Tell him you need this…”

“I cannot…dishonor my family like this…” you cry.

“I am your family now, maiden; you were a gift meant for me.”

“No…no…this is a test of my ancestors, and I am failing by lusting for you!” you cry as you try to pull away. Wukong chuckles at the distress your open admission for him causes.

“The dead have no place among the living, and I assure you that I will revive you from this life of hell, and with me, you will once again feel alive’” he husks, tearing the other side of the dress, exposing your bare breasts and back; the chill of the air while the lower half of you remains covered by light material of your skirt. His clawed hands come from behind, and his sharp claws trail over your waist, leaving scratches just light enough to leave red marks over your skin.

Sun Wukong's sharp claws and hot, rough fingertips feel more heavenly than you imagined. The way his slow movements, despite being so gentle, easily cut open your skin and force your submission cause you to lean your head back against his armored chest in a heaping, moaning mess.  Your nipples suddenly give a light ache in anticipation of the arrival of his hands. Finally, they come from below and caress your mounds tenderly, his thumb and forefinger reliving the ache perfectly.

“Please, Great Sage…” You give a high-pitched gasp as you feel his lips trail from your shoulder, his tongue giving broad licks as his head ascends. When he gets to the place where your neck and shoulder meet on your right side, you feel his mouth lock around that area and suck, his sharp canines grazing just enough to scratch and draw blood, and the Monkey God gives a pleasant hum when the first drop of your blood dances across his tongue.

“Your scent is heavenly, and your taste intoxicating…” he growls between licks of your skin.

Sun Wukong suckles at your neck harder, drawing out more small drops of blood and collecting your ‘red wine’ in the back of his throat. He grips your tender breasts harder and anchors you firmly against him, bucking his armor-encased cock against your ass. Wukong groans at his increasing frustration and finally rolls the blood in his mouth over his thirsty tongue. The smell of peaches and honey acts like aromatics, enhancing your metallic taste. He feels his saliva overcrowding his mouth and finally relents to swallow you down, savoring every drop of you he extracted from the shallow cut. The monkey god finally unlatches his lips from your sensitive skin, and he gives a loving, tender lick over your shoulder.

“Mmm, you taste delectable. I haven't been this intoxicated since I destroyed the last party I wasn’t invited to…” he gives an ominous chuckle while he nuzzles your ear and gives your nipples a gentle tug. You squeeze your thighs together to try to relieve the aching pain in your center. Subconsciously, you bring a hand up and gently allow your fingertips to graze the fur on his face. He gives an approving hum and begins to lick at the shell of your ear, pleased to see your devotion to some man you didn’t know beginning to crack. You arch your back, your hands pulling him into your neck again, and you feel his lips smile against you.

You feel the monkey god release your breasts, and he pushes his weight on your back, forcing you forward. You catch yourself on the palms of your hands, and you feel intense heat across your back, the cold metal of his armor no more as you feel the bare skin of his chest against your back. You feel something soft and ridged snake up your left leg underneath the last shreds of fabric attached to your waist. Sun Wukong’s tail finally lands against the junction of your thigh to just beside your center, and he gives a light stroke, and you hiss and shiver against the stone floor.

“You’re so perfect, presented like an offering to your god. It seems you will have your wedding night after all,” he chuckles as you squirm beneath him.

“Please, please don’t do this…I’ll be shunned, disowned…killed…sent to hell,” you mutter fearfully as tears stream down your nose and drop to the stone floor.

“I will allow no harm to come to you, my little maiden; just relax and enjoy my company, as you have been,” he says as he leans down and licks the back of your neck. You feel his tail break from your inner thigh and move upward, lifting the skirt of your wedding dress over your hip, exposing your dripping core. You feel Sun Wukong shiver over your body and give a deep groan.

“So, that’s what it is…” he hisses against your neck as he lifts himself to look at your exposed center. You feel his fingertips graze up your inner leg, his clawed fingers teasing your silky skin.

“Please stop, I can't indulge in your temptation, I’ll dishonor…shame…everyone…” You pant as you try to move away from his touch.

“Be still,” you hear him say in a voice similar to how he spoke to your wedding guests—authoritative, commanding, strong.

Your body stops, and you cannot move. You are frozen in place on all fours, your exposed ass and center presented before Sun Wukong’s hungry stare. You feel the skirt of your dress rip and pull away from your body and feel those calloused, clawed hands grip your hips and pull them back. You feel something hot and wet connect with your left inner thigh, and a lusty moan escapes your mouth despite being helpless and locked in place.

“I said for you to relax and not worry so much. A mere mortal can't be held responsible for the actions of the monkey god who had his way with her…you have no choice but to enjoy my…company…” he groans against your thigh, his voice strained and aching as he gives gentle licks up your leg. When he reaches your drenched slit, you feel him inhale and exhale against you, and he provides a contented hum.

“This was the last of the three…the tempting scents of three that have seduced me…” he murmurs against you. You feel him shift, and his arms wrap around under your thighs, and he pulls your body up and against his face, his dexterous tongue greeting your pussy with a broad, long lick from clit to opening. He gives a contented sigh as he drinks the first drops of your white wine. You feel him roll your taste around over his tongue and feel him swallow.

“You are the most heavenly thing I’ve ever tasted on earth,” he says in a lusty whisper. Your legs convulse behind his head over his shoulders. You are still unable to move them of your own will, and your arms are now resting against his legs, your head face down in his lap, the heat of his large groin resting against your cheek. You feel that wicked tongue of his give a deeper, broad lick, passing slowly through your lips.

“Mmmm, yes, you’re finally understanding…that you have no choice but to…enjoy my company…so let go of your worries and duties…and just appreciate and feel…” Wukong instructs you between his licks over your needy twat. You let out a deprived moan, and you feel his cock twitch against your cheek. You have the urge to drink of him as he is indulging in you. Feeling him throb against you and the curiosity over his taste made your mouth water. Did he taste as good as he smelled? Would you enjoy him like he is you?

Your thoughts are interrupted by his tongue piercing your center opening, giving fast, quick flicks around your aching need. Your saliva is now running down the side of your chin, and the high-pitched moans escaping your mouth cause him to thrust firmly against your cheek.

The lewd, wet noises of him drinking fill the room, and you feel him gulp another mouthful of your lust down his thirsty throat. One of his calloused hands releases one of your hips and moves down the small of your back soothingly, you daresay lovingly, and then trails back up and grips your asscheek harshly, his claws digging into your flesh possessively. You give a pained whimper, but somehow, you find his grip comforting.

Swiftly, you feel him pull away and flip your body over, your slit now engulfed and resting against something hot, stiff, and throbbing. A gasp escapes your lips, and you feel his hands underneath your knees, and they are now resting against your shoulders, your body pinned down by his into a mating press. Sun Wukong slides his thick length up and down your dripping slit, covering his cock in your white wine. As he rocks his hips gently back and forth, he leans down and sniffs your hair once again.

“Peaches…” he groans as he tails his face down yours and gives broad licks down the side of your throat.

“Honey…” he hisses through between two broad licks, and then he gives a particularly hard thrust against you, and you cry out as your body shutters against his.

“…and this…is begging to be seeded…do you understand, maiden?” He groans, giving you a long, slow stroke. You give a high-pitched, wanting groan. And he growls in return.

“You’re womb is fertile, a flowery scent that drives me mad with lust. It's calling out for me and me alone,” Wukong says as he pants against your neck, releasing the backs of your knees over his shoulders as he slams his hands on the stone floor. You hear the stone crack as he digs his claws into the floor, the intensity of pleasure on the cusp of overwhelming him.

“That is your secret, little maiden. You don’t want to be wed to some mere human; you want to be here and be bred by me,” he grunts against you. You see his tail puffing up behind him as it whips quickly from side to side. He picks up his pace as he continues stoking your slit with his dense, hot flesh.

The slick from you and now him starts to create a wet slapping sound that fills the room between your high-pitched cries and his heated grunts. His breath and licks against the column of your throat become overwhelming, and you feel the coil in your belly final snap.

“Meihou Wang!” You finally manage to cry out as the spell he cast on you lifts, and your arms wrap around his neck as you climax. Sun Wukong smirks, and he positions the head of his cock right at your spasming cunt’s opening and rocks gently against it, just barely pushing in the tip of his cock for your muscles to grip. You rock your soaking core against him and ride out your orgasm, and toward the end of your bliss, you feel something strange:

You feel the heat, a searing, burning heat, shoot into your aching womb, and you feel the Monkey God give short, shallow thrusts against you but never genuinely penetrating you. His tail twitches sporadically, and you continue to feel this intense heat fill you from the inside. You feel the great sage pull away slightly, and that warmth then lands against your clit and all over your slit. Your legs twitch as the head of Wukong’s cock circles over your clit, his thick ropes of cum lubricating the dance between them, and it slams you into an extension of your orgasm. Or was it a second orgasm? You couldn’t tell. You could only feel.

After a few moments, he shifts your legs down to the crook of his elbows to allow you to breathe easier and begins to give you gentle licks across the wound over your shoulder once again. You run your fingers over his now tussled mane over his head as he nurses the wound he made.

Your body feels exhausted, and the last thing you remember is him bringing his golden eyes to meet yours as he pushes his wide nose against the tip of yours. You nuzzle him back gently, still panting from his previous affections, and he gives a pleased hum.

After a moment, you weakly lift your head and give him a chaste kiss on his lips, and you let your mouth linger there for a moment. Sun Wukong was stunned and unfamiliar with this gesture, though he had seen humans perform this action in his many centuries while observing them. When you realize he hesitates to return your kiss; you slowly break away and look up at him, uncertainty written across his face. You go to open your mouth to apologize, and he leans in, hungrily returning the gesture. You bring your hands to his cheeks and weakly hold him there, and you know he is allowing your touch.

The Monkey King's lips feel rough and dry at first, but as you kiss, you feel the wetness of his tongue lick out, and you playfully snag it with your lips gently, and you hear him chuckle in his throat at your playfulness. He pulls back and breaks this kiss with a pleased grin. You lay back and admire his handsome features, but you don’t even realize the darkness slowly taking you into an exhausted slumber.

You open your eyes to daylight shining through an open window. You rub your eyes and try to sit up, but feel a hand brace you back down.

“You must rest, mistress. It's been quite the ordeal for you,” a familiar voice responds. Your eyes focus, and you see the head servant of your husband's family standing over you, wiping your face with a wet cloth. You close your eyes a moment and see Wukong's pleased eyes peering into yours, the contented smile from the sweet kiss you shared together, and your heart aches.

Sitting up quickly, you look dazed at the servant and scream.

“What am I doing here? Where am I?!” You look down and expect to be naked, but you’re in your bright green wedding gown, which is now one-piece but a little worn and frayed. You recall Sun Wukong in his moment of lust tearing it from you, but now you’re not so sure your moments with him even occurred.

“You’re home. The Monkey God returned you to us as he promised at first light this morning,” the older male said softly, and you felt your heartbreak.

“Did he say anything?” you ask softly, not making eye contact with the older gentleman.

“He thanked us for our hospitality and handed you over as promised. He said you were overwhelmed and passed out but assured us you were unharmed. You nodded.

“We will continue with the ceremony tomorrow. We will have it moved to the city to leave the monkey king in peace,” he responds. You nod thoughtfully, your heart heavy.

“I request two things,” you say quietly.

“Yes, whatever you wish,” the servant responds.

“I want a bath prepared for me, and I want a new red dress. I feel this one is…unsuitable now. I will pay the seamstress myself. She may use this dress for my sizes,” you mutter. The servant nods and leaves you to yourself.

Your father-in-law came to visit you, followed by your family. Your husband eventually shows, but he seems numb about the situation. He confesses that he felt helpless watching you be taken away from him and apologizes. You explain that he could have done nothing, as Sun Wukong was the strongest immortal known to man. He accepts your words and leaves, never having comforted or asked you if you were alright, but you didn’t hold it against him.

Eventually, you step into the lavish washroom of your in-laws, and you take yourself out of your wedding dress. This entire time, you wish your dreams of Sun Wukong had been fulfilled. You swore as you took your dress off; you could still feel the whispers of his touches dance across your back and skin.

You step into the water and bathe. After that, you rest your mind, thinking back on your dream of him. It was then you noticed stinging on one of your asscheeks and then light stinging on your shoulder. You looked at the reflection of the water, and your suspicions were confirmed:

A distinct scratch was present on your shoulder, and your face paled.

Your gorgeous red dress rustled as you knelt in front of Sun Wukong’s statue in a large temple. You lit the incense and placed it in the holder with both hands, and began your prayer to him.

“I…I don’t know where to begin. I’ve never been one to bare my feelings to anyone, but I want you to know them, Meihou Wang.” You whisper aloud.

“Our brief time together brought me great joy and distracted me from my woes and obligations. I could not remember the last time I genuinely laughed. When I woke up back with my family, I felt like I could not escape this emptiness inside. It's been harder to resign myself to my fate since I met you that night, but I know I have no choice.

I have decided that while I have no say in what happens to my body, no one will ever own my mind. I will cherish my time with you for all of my days.

When I am sad, I will remind myself of your laugh.

When my husband touches my skin, I will remember your touch instead.

When his children grow in my belly, I’ll wonder what kind of father you would have been

When I grow old, I wonder if you remember me and our brief night together…” A single tear from each eye slips out from your eyes and drops to the floor. You take a moment and regain your composure.

“This dress I wear today, know I am wearing it with you in mind, my king, not him.

Thank you for my moment of freedom, Meihou Wang. I will cherish you for the rest of my life.”

You stand and bow deeply to his statue one last time before returning to where your carriage awaits you.

Little did you know that golden eyes were gazing at you from the shadows. His ears heard every word, affirming your desire for him what he had been waiting on. A wide smile spread across his lips as he disappeared. He had an important event to attend and didn’t want to be late.

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A dimly lit room for a wedding was eerily quiet and motionless. Your mother-in-law hustles over from a side entrance to a table, sitting with a figure patiently waiting. She places a teapot with three matching cups on either side onto the ornate table where the shadowed, hulking figure in heavy armor sits, two long, prominent red and gold feathers adored on a crown.

“The purified water, as you requested,” your mother-in-law responds emotionlessly. The figure raises a shadowed hand and makes a prompting gesture with his clawed fingertips. The older woman nervously tries to think of the words she was told previously.

“…As you requested, Huaguo Shan Shuilian Dong Tiansheng Shenren,” she states nervously, and the figure chuckles approvingly.

A large hand, adorned with ornate golden armored bracers, comes into view from the surrounding darkness, its silhouette cast in light; the rugged fingers reach out and take the top off the teapot, long, dark, sharpened claws causing your mother-in-law to hold her breath as she remembers who she is trying to appease. The figure makes a motion with his pinky finger, and a small amount of the still-boiling water floats in the air momentarily before dropping gently back into the pot. The figure gives a pleased, fanged grin as a small satchel comes into view with his other heavily armored hand, and he gently hovers the open end of the satchel over the steaming teapot, and dried fruits and tea leaves fall into the water. Your mother-in-law opens her mouth to speak.

“Allow me to retrieve you a way to filter-“

“No need,” the figure's voice growls as he takes his index finger and starts to make a gentle swirling motion in the air above the teapot; the water, fruits, and tea leaves magically lift themselves out of the pot and swirl in the air until the water has been stained a deep red. On the other hand, the figure then makes an opposite swirling motion, and the tea leaves start floating into one of the teacups, the fruits remaining in the stained water. When all the tea leaves have left the water, the finished cyclone recedes into the teapot, the clawed hand gently placing the lid back on. The mysterious figure then pushes the teacup with used tea leaves toward the hostess.

“You may dispose of these,” it says in a gentler yet commanding voice. Your mother-in-law gives an affirming nod and reaches over to pick up the teacup. The cup and saucer make a gentle clanking noise, showing her almost unnoticeable tremor from seeing the magic performed in front of her.

“What else may I do to serve you, Huaguo Shan Shuilian Dong-“
“I believe everything is in order for our bride; retrieve her so that she may serve me, and then the wedding may continue,” the shadow's voice interrupts. The older woman bows, then turns away from the figure and takes the used tea leaves back with her through the exit she came from.

“The sooner we serve him, the sooner he’ll leave, and we can be done with this nightmare,” she thinks.

A sea of clouds blocks out the moon, and everything seems swallowed by blackness in the absence of its light. You are curled up on a small sofa, waiting to be retrieved for your wedding. You’ve barely managed to restrain your tears; your brief night of freedom from reality with the monkey king has left you despairing about the inescapable fate that awaits you. While you had been reiterating your mantra to ground yourself back into your world, the shackled, rebellious part of you was shaking in its chains, causing you great pain internally. Your heart is aching for the one you had convinced yourself would never return for you. A trickster, indeed.

No mere human could look at you and tell the inner turmoil that had consumed you; you looked like a picturesque stoic bride, emotionlessly lying down on your side, resting your head on your shoulder, staring off in a daze, waiting to be summoned for her tea ceremony among the most elite of her city and her husband-to-be’s family.

But as you were mourning, you had no idea the object of your heart was here with you-- hidden as he enjoyed watching you yearn for him. Sun Wukong stared at you from the shadows; he could sense your sadness, pain, and longing to be reunited with him, and his grin once again spread across his face. He was pleased with himself; having you so addicted to him in just one night of gentle, playful passion that it never crossed his mind that he was just as addicted to you—not realizing or caring about the upcoming destruction and chaos he was about to cause so that he could have you squirming underneath his strong body in bliss for the rest of your days.

The Monkey King’s mouth started to water again; thoughts of your red and white wine dancing across his greedy tongue became too much for him to bear. He needed to taste you again, and while the main event was underway very soon, he could no longer wait. The thought of waiting even a few moments made him feel like it would rip away one of his levels of immortality. ‘No, no more waiting.’ He had to have a taste of you now.

You were nowhere near tired, and your anxiety was too high, but somehow, you felt a soft breeze in a sealed room, and your eyes drifted closed. Your large red wedding dress is sprawled over the tiny furniture you have curled up on. You’re too deep in your slumber to notice the dangerous, threatening aura that has returned to you. It silently moves toward you like a shadow moving over your body.

A clawed hand rests on the back of your right ankle, and the creature's rough palm ascends your leg and under your dress. The translucent material of the hem makes a light crinkling sound as his calloused hand moves over the back of your calf muscle and stops just under your knee. The great sage gives a longing groan as he savors the silk-like feel of your skin. He can feel his cock twitching impatiently, wondering how your soft body would feel against him. The thought of taking you for himself at this moment consumes him, and he pulls the leg he has gripped over to the side and spreads your legs open, your lower body still concealed by your flowing crimson dress.

“This magnificent dress you wore for me,” he thinks as he admires you. He notices that your stoic, emotionless face has relaxed into a worry-free sleep. He reaches over, and his clawed fingers gently brush away a strand of hair that had come loose from the bridal crown and was resting on your cheek. The backs of his fingers then gently brush back over your cheek, and he caresses the sides of his fingertips over your lips, letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding.

Wukong recalls the gentle kiss you gave him two nights ago, which has haunted him. He has been obsessed with tasting you once more, and without realizing it, he has braced himself over you and trails his nose over your forehead and down the bridge of yours, inhaling your sweet scent again. His body shivers, and his fur stands on end. His lips gently brush against yours, and he nuzzles the blunt end of his nose with yours.

“I couldn’t bear to watch you suffer so much without me, and your scent has yet again seduced me.” Sun Wukong's lips graze tenderly against yours as he husks his confessions to your sleeping body. He gives your lower lip a gentle nip and pulls it lightly into his mouth with a groan. He brushes his tongue against your lip, and he slowly releases it.

“This little nibble won't be enough to satiate me, but…” he gives a slow, broad lick over your lips.

“I find that despite knowing my appetite is so great for these little tastes, I can't help but continue to indulge, so why bother resisting the inevitable? You will belong to me soon enough…” he husks as he moves his head down to your neck and licks at the small wound he left. His rough tongue laps at the dried scab until it becomes compromised, and the taste of your blood once again dances across his tongue. He suckles gently, reliving his night with you and becoming lost in your taste.

A groan escapes your lips, and an electric jolt trails down the monkey king's spine and straight to his throbbing cock. He flips up his armor and shifts his underclothing to the side, releasing his aching staff. In a flash, he quickly reaches down with his other hand and reaches underneath your dress, grasps underneath your other knee, pulls up your legs, and presses himself against your bare heat. He gently rocks his rock-hard length between your lips and draws in a sharp breath through his teeth.

Sun Wukong quickly realizes your body’s fertile smell is more potent, and he’s losing his control. A devious image of you walking in your dress as his spend drips down your leg derails his plans. He indulges the thought further and imagines the scent of him smearing all over your pussy lips as it slowly rolls over your thighs with each step, his scent conquering your own and marking you as his.

The Great Sage must have you now. He cannot wait for his plan; this idea of you already being his was too tempting. He releases one of your thighs and makes a gentle symbol in the air, and you begin to stir slowly, your eyes hazy and can hardly open. You are having difficulty moving your body, still feeling as if you’re trapped in sleep paralysis. Your lower body jolts as you feel something thick and hot rubbing all over your slit, and you shiver and give a light moan.

“Such a beautiful bride who has dedicated herself to me…” you hear In your ear as the intense heat rubs against every sensitive area between your legs. You try to speak, but only weak panting can escape your lips.

“Hmm, did you miss me? Hmph, of course, you did. Your body is already begging, oozing your desire for me…” he says as he continues to rock himself against your slick. Your mind is frantic. This feels so vivid and real but also dreamlike. Has he come back for you, or are you in such despair your body is dreaming of him? Tears begin to swell in your eyes from the pleasure and the worry of him being nothing more than a fabrication of your desperate mind.

“You’re so perfect like this, being stuck at Old Sun’s mercy, yet enjoying what my body can do for you…” He grunts and gives a gentle lick at the corner of your eye to taste your tears.

“I had planned on this being different for you, but alas, I’ve grown impatient and cannot wait much longer. Your body is calling to me to claim you, and it's driving me mad with lust, but I know you don’t mind. You’ve already confessed to whom you belong, so I will only take what rightfully belongs to me…yes?” Sun Wukong pulls away, and your thighs slip down to the crook of his elbows.

You feel his pelvis shift, and the firm head of his cock slips easily down to your needy entrance. You give a high-pitched gasp, and you feel his cockhead throb in response, his slick oozing into you as he lightly rolls his hips to feel you squeeze his tip. He hisses through his clenched teeth. You feel something soft and firm wrap around your leg and hold it steady as his grip on your outer thigh pulls away and rests on your lower pelvis. You feel his strong hand trail down over your skin till his thumb rests just over the apex of your slit, a gentle pressure now circling the crown of your peaking clit from its hood. Your legs spasm, and you hear his chuckle at your reaction.

“So needy for your king's touch,” he coos as he gives one last gentle roll of his hips against your aching opening and then braces himself firmly against it. Sun Wukong shifts his massive, firm thighs against the sides of your ass, his fur tickling gently against your skin. You feel the heaviness of his testicles against your ass, and the pressure against your opening increases immensely, but he still holds his cock at bay. He braces one of his hands on your head, and you feel his breath against your lips as he leans over you. The pressure is now building between your legs, the concoction created from the union of your combined slick, making the perfect lubricant for him to slide into you; he only needs to add a tiny bit more pressure to breech you, to conquer you finally. You open your mouth and whine, frustrated; your words cannot form, but you hope he gets your message: your need, want, and desire to have him make you his. Wukong gently and sympathetically shushes you, his lips sweetly grazing against yours.

“Your body is ready for me, and I will be tender for you, so there will be no pain, just some slight discomfort, but it will pass…” he hisses as he braces himself to invade your center. You hold your breath, awaiting this moment, forgetting all your worries and just enjoying him.

Suddenly, he stills. You hear him make a frustrated noise in a language you don’t understand. His frown quickly disappears, and he lets out a chuckle, and then a full on laugh.

“Hmm, look at you, teaching old Sun patience even in your rest. Such a perfect bride for me, yes?” he coos as he pulls his aching crimson cock away from your pink netherlips as it's throbbing, a strand of glistening lust still connecting your both. He admires the liquid thread and ponders its symbolism before restraining his cock back under his armor. Wukong winces for a moment at how uncomfortable his confined erection pains him as he brings your dress back over your lower body after giving a gentle kiss to the inside of your knee. You try to open your mouth once more to ask him why he has stopped his pursuit.

You hear a knock at the door, and your eyes snap open. You sit up. Wukong is nowhere to be seen, and your dress covers you. In fact, there is no sign he’d even been there with you. Your heart sinks, and you exhale through your mouth as you repress your tears…but…
Then you realize your mouth has a sweet taste. You lick your lips, bring your fingertips to your mouth, and realize they taste of …fruit?

“Peach?” you ask yourself as you lick your lips questioningly.

A harder, seemingly agitated knock comes to the door, and you scramble to your feet and realize your legs are weaker than anticipated. The door opens without your assistance, and you are face-to-face with your soon-to-be mother-in-law. She seemed stressed and reserved, which was uncharacteristic of your encounters with her. You bow deeply to her, who nods and reaches her hand out for you. You quietly take her hand and take note of her unusually quiet nature, but you figure she is anxious, and you walk with her down a long hallway.

“There has been an adjustment to the union progression…” She says softly, almost in a whisper, as she keeps her gaze forward. You turn your face to hers as you two continue to walk.

“We have an elder, a friend to the family, who insists on being served tea before everyone else. We must appease his request, but he has agreed to bless your union handsomely for his demanding request, and then we can continue the ceremony as planned,” she states emotionlessly.

Typically, tea is served to the groom's parents first, then the rest of his family, with the most senior elders being last. The bride and groom then serve one another, sealing the union. This was unusual, but you weren’t surprised, as nobility seemed incredibly selfish and demanding. You know your mother-in-law must be stressed between all the events with her son's marriage so far, so you decide to be as supportive as possible. You reach over and gently squeeze her hand to comfort her, and she turns her shocked gaze to you.

“This is but a small setback; all will go as planned, and by the night's end, I will be your daughter, and in a decade, we will all laugh about these events,” you smile reassuringly. The older woman gives a gentle smile and turns away from you.

As the two of you approach the main chamber of this massive temple, you notice that the closed doors begin to open on their own as the two of you approach. Your blood runs cold; there is something off with the energy of this room. Your mother-in-law stares straight ahead, emotionless and cold. When the doors open fully, she begins moving forward, and you hesitate, your brain sending off warning signs that something ominous and dark lies ahead. She grips your hand tightly and tugs your hand, and you relent and follow her lead.

The room is dimly lit, eerily so. There is no music playing, and you have trouble seeing the faces of all the attendees. You press onward with your mother-in-law; she stops at the front of the attendees and releases your hand. You thought she would walk you to where the tea ceremony would be held, but she gestures for you to move forward to the dark figure sitting at the table waiting for you. You reluctantly move forward, that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach growing.

It feels like you have been walking forever. The figure was much larger than your husband, the candlelight gently reflecting off his golden armor, and the feathers adorning his crown were easy to miss in the dim light, but you noticed them. You stop when his identity hits you and freeze as the heat pours into your face. You see him reach over and gesture to the teacup before him as he looks up, opening his eyes to meet yours; their yellow and red glow gives off a small amount of additional light in the dim area. He has a slight smile, and you see his tail lift from the ground and wave slowly behind him. You take a step forward but realize you haven’t paid him proper reverence and quickly bow. You hear him chuckle at your embarrassing mistake.

“Meihou Wang, w-welcome! Please allow me to serve you first, as you are our most honored guest,” you stutter, and you curse yourself at how much of an idiot you are being. He gives a soft hum and his golden eyes narrow in a smile toward you.

“Ah, such a respectful little bride, but you needn’t worry so much. Now, come, come, sit with me, I am eager to have you serve me,” he says sweetly, making your cheeks burn more. You slowly stand and cautiously walk toward the table. You momentarily bite your lower lip as you reach to remove the lid of the teapot, then take the hand in both hands and just before you pour, he speaks to you softly.

“I heard your prayers to me, little maiden,” he says, crossing his arms and wearing a smug grin. You freeze, holding the teapot in your hands and gripping the handle tightly, worrying you will drop it from the weight of his words. You open your mouth to respond to his statement, but just as in your dream, no words come out. Sun Wukong’s grin widens into a full smile.

“Yes, I heard every sweet word, and what kind of god would I be if I ignored such beautiful lip service?” he asks, still baring his smile. You are not sure how, but you notice his glowing bright eyes narrow once more, a glint of mischief in them.
“Drink this tea with me, and I shall grant your unspoken wish,” he says in a lower-pitched voice, spoken much in the tone he had with you on your night with him. Your face is flushed, the sting of tears at the corner of your eyes.

“…you’re here…for?” you say before you realize you asked the question aloud.

“Drink this tea with me, agree to serve me, and you will want for nothing for the rest of your days,” the great sage responds, leaning in as his golden eyes pierce into yours. You clench the handle to the teapot tightly, unable to tell if you were dreaming. Your mind was racing, and you felt the uncertainty creep into your thoughts.

Duty.
Honor.
Sacrifice.
Tradition.

You shake your head; you don’t want to hear about your obligations. You have wished for freedom, and it was being given to you, but your disciplined mind continued its relentless assault.

“Should I trust the king of trickery?”
“Is this a test of my resolve?”
“Can I live with the shame I bring my family?”
“This family has done so much for me; can I betray them like this?”
“If I accept his offer, will he tire of me?”

What felt like forever in your mind had only been a few seconds, and you see the monkey king place his elbow on his leg and lean his head against a clenched fist, the grin never wavering from his face. You panic, worrying if you did not make this decision soon, he would be insulted.

“Take your time, my peach; ask yourself what you desire. I want you to be content, and I can wait for eternity,” he says, and you smile at his joke. He warms your heart with patience you know he is not known for possessing. You ask yourself the rare question of what it was you wanted.

“Him. I want to be beside him.”

Your smile grows, and it's as if a glass had shattered in your mind, your inhibitions and obligations forgotten as you stare into his eyes. You lean over and grip the handle as you gently pour the tea into his cup.

“Meihou Wang, thank you for blessing me with your company on the most important day of my life. I am honored you heard my prayers, and I graciously accept this gift and swear to honor you for the rest of my days; my loyalty is forever yours. Please, enjoy this tea with me,” you confidently, yet with a nervous edge, say to him. Sun Wukong sits up once more, the smile still on his face, his long, sharp canines glistening in the candlelight.

“So formal, treating old Sun like an elder, hmm?” he says with a high-pitched hum as his tail flicks playfully behind him; he reaches over and takes the tea in hand, and you hold your breath as you watch him drink. You gently place the tea kettle back on the table and kneel at the table before him, a smile on your lips at his teasing. The stone monkey reaches over and pours the tea into your cup with only his left hand before gently placing it back down.

“Red maiden, you have awoken a side within myself I never knew existed. I will grant you your wish and bless you daily for the rest of your days. Your unwavering devotion to me has touched my very essence of being, and I know I will always cherish our time together, so please enjoy this tea…with only me,” he says with an evil grin. He brings the tea up to your lips and prompts you to drink. You open your mouth and lightly sip at the tea. It has a refreshing initial sweetness, and you are surprised that there is hardly any bitterness to its taste. You slowly bring your hands up over his, feeling the fur on the back of his hand, and hold his large hand with both of yours as you slowly continue to drink until no drop remains. The Monkey King gives a broad smile on his face.

He didn’t leave you.
He came back to claim you.
You were his, as he had proclaimed before.
Sun Wukong intervened and rescued you from your fate.

The teacup disappears from his hand, and he brings his other hand up and cups both of your hands with his, his rough thumbs rubbing over your palms just before he grabs your hands with his with surprising tenderness. You look up into his golden eyes and nervously bite your lip, anticipating his following words to you. Your smile widens, and a joyous laugh escapes you as you bite your lip to conceal your smile. You lean down and kiss the tips of his knuckles holding your hands, and you rub your forehead against where your lips just touched him, grateful to him. You don’t see it, as you’re too preoccupied cherishing his touch, but his red marking spreads with a blush as his eyes reveal your joy, gratitude, and something more profound that he has trouble grasping.

“I am so honored, and I will strive to please you for the rest of my life, my Great Sage,” you say quietly, continuing to gently rub your forehead and cheeks against his hands that are still gently clasping yours, your mind consumed by your waves of emotions. Wukong takes a moment to enjoy your touch, pleased to see such a beautiful smile on your lips. He opens his mouth to speak, but another voice cuts across the room.

“Are you satisfied, Elder Sun?” The woman who was to be your mother-in-law asks. You freeze in fear, forgetting you were in a chamber with hundreds of onlookers. You feel a gentle squeeze of your hands and return from the brief moment of dissociation to your newlywed husband's eyes.

“Remember to whom you are now beholden and fear nothing,” Sun Wukong demands in a low growl as he releases his fingers and clears his throat as he slowly stands, his heavy ornate armor rustling and clanking lightly as he stands.

“Immensely satisfied, human. So much so that I have decided I now owe you a debt that shall be paid,” the monkey king states as he unties a heavy bag from his armor. He tosses the bag in front of the couple who were to be your in-laws, and it lands so heavily on the stone floor that the bag slightly tears, revealing various priceless jewels, which gently scatter a short distance. The couple hold their hands to their faces, and your ex-betrothed speaks up.

“Payment for what, exactly, hou wang?” he asks, and the monkey king gives a smug grin.

“For the bride I just married. The payment I have given you for allowing our union and for your cooperation is at least 10 times the amount you humans deem her…’worth,’” the god says with a hint of amusement. To him, you were immeasurable.

“And what say you, woman?” Your ex father in law asks. You take in a deep breath, bracing yourself for the public rebuke to follow.

“Thank you for everything you and your family have done for me. I will always appreciate you, but my heart belongs to the Great Sage,” you reply sincerely, your voice soft yet filled with conviction. You hear murmurs and hushed whispers in the large crowd, but you have made your choice.
“You consent to this? A desire to be a concubine to a demon? Are you mad?! No, you’ve been seduced in some way….” your former betrothed screeches in anger. The quiet voices stop, and the smile that once adorned Sun Wukongs face melts into a malicious frown. As the monkey king steps toward the voice, you see him roll his shoulders and neck, the feathers of his crown emphasizing his movement. Wukong's tail gives a quick, violent thrash before hanging down with the end curled upward.

“This old monkey has been alive for a very long time—just over a millennium. As such, I have an eye for rare treasures and luxuries, and as king, it is expected I take what I deserve,” Sun Wukong states as he stalks toward your former fiancé. Your ex-betrothed's father steps in front of the monkey king, trying to intervene.

“Hou Wang, please, my son-” and a swift backhand knocks the man onto the ground, and he tumbles across the floor from the force. His wife rushes to him and you run to their side, but she glares at you with hatred.

“Not another step—you prayed for this, so take a good look at the chaos you’ve brought! Get away from us, you’ve done enough to our family,” she hisses as she holds her dazed husband. You place your arms at your side, her hatred like a dagger straight to your heart. You open your mouth to speak, to apologize, to try to ease the pain of the situation, guilt from the pain you felt you had caused, but you’re interrupted when you hear the angry growl of your newlywed husband.

Your ex-betrothed stands tall, shaking, as Sun Wukong stops before him. His armor clanks suddenly, ceasing, and the massive chamber is dead silent. In an instant, your now-husband has picked up the human before him and pulled him up from the ground by his wedding robes, Sun Wukong's sharp claws audibly tearing into the fabric.

You realized you were about to witness a brutal murder if you didn’t act quickly.

“And I am no mere demon, I am the Qitian Deshang, a fucking god who walks among mortals to become the strongest of all. This woman, boy, was never meant to bear fruit for you. She’s meant to be cultivated by me, and me alone.” He growls with a sneer. Sun Wukong raises his hand, but is stilled by your soft voice.

“However many holy words you read, however many you speak, what good will they do you if you do not act upon them? You are so much more than your anger, my great sage,” you plead to your husband. Sun Wukong stills a moment at your words.

“Please…” your voice called to him softly. The Monkey King turns his face to glare at you angrily, then releases a heavy sigh when he notices you’re bent on all fours, your forehead touching the floor. You don’t see it, but your husband relaxes his head in frustration, letting his head fall back as he closes his eyes momentarily, his feathered crown shifting with his head movements. Your words seem familiar to him, and he sees the image of Tripitaka staring into his soul. It was just after Wukong had slaughtered a few bandits during their early journey together. He feels the tears prickle at the back of his eyes, places his free hand over his face, and presses his thumb and forefinger against his eyes as he remembers how much he misses his dear ex-master.

But he had you to show him the way now, and Sun Wukong's heart warmed at the thought of having found someone like you to guide him. He would not disappoint you. Subtly using his fingers to wipe away his tears, he lowers his hand to his side, opens his glowing, golden eyes again, and turns to you, his feathered crow shifting in the candlelight.

“Your words remind me so much of him. You will be a wonderful wife, keeping me on the true path long after my journey is over,” he says to himself with a sigh.

“However, there are those who show too much humility,” Sun Wukong begins, gesturing with his open palm towards you. And then, without looking, he punches your ex-fiancé in the gut and releases the hold on his robes, forcing him to drop to the floor on his knees in pain.

“And then those who don’t show enough…” he mutters as he fully turns to you and grabs your arm to pull you up off the floor. He easily brings you onto your feet and then uses the back of his hand to dust off your red dress in spots. He cups your face and nuzzles your nose with his as you remember the dream you had earlier.

“I told you once before as my guest, you need not show me such reverence, and now I will tell you for the last time: My wife needn’t be on her knees. Hmm, Well, there is one exception…” he purrs to you, rubbing the back of his knuckles against your cheek.

“And that is?” You look up to him with an innocent voice, and in a moment of panic, he looks at your face. He sees the slightest hint of a smirk on your lips.

“Oh, you cheeky little thing, you almost had me there…” he throws his head back and laughs, his large fangs glistening and the feathers on his crown flowing and rustling as he laughs.

“Come, let us continue this at our home; we have a busy evening ahead,” the monkey king smiles as he grabs his cape and wraps it over your shoulder, pulling you close. He leans down and gently nuzzles his face to yours, and you hear a noise in his throat. You wonder if it's something like a cat’s purr, but you are unsure. You place your hands up and run your fingers gently through the fur on the sides of his face, and your finger ascends to just behind his ears. You feel the twined string that holds up his feathered crown and gently rub the skin it touches, effectively and affectionately relieving the back of his ears, and the purring noise grows deeper.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I met you; don’t ask me why.” You smile at him, and he gives you a playful glare.

“Be cautious; you're pushing the boundaries of my patience, my sweet mate…no, my wife,” he mutters, correcting himself, his face pressing a little more firmly into the caress of your hand.

“Tell me now, and I will stop scratching, but I don’t think you mind it so much, husband,” you smile playfully back at him. “oh…and you can call me either; I don’t mind,” you teasingly whisper. He looks over at you and stills your hands with his.

“We are wed by your customs, but not by mine. That event is…our customs are different from those of humans. Rituals of an old way, of an older world long forgotten by yours,” he mutters, giving you an unsure look, and you briefly see a crack in the confidence of your king.

Sun Wukong was concerned about your acceptance of him and his tribal ways.

Your heart skips a beat, and you reach up to his face using your fingers and give an affirming squeeze over his sharp fingers wrapped around your hands against his face. Your lips gently and innocently capture his lower lip, and you hear the purring stop, replaced by a gentle hum in his throat. His body seemed unsure how to respond, but you feel his thumbs rub gently over your knuckles, and he presses his lips against yours. You slightly pull away and look up into his eyes.

“I will never regret giving my heart over to you. I know you will care for and protect me from harm and evil for the rest of my days, and in return, you have my unwavering trust, my Great Sage,” you whisper against his dry lips. His body stills for a moment, and your only clue that he heard your words is that the tail keeps swaying back and forth, giving a quick flick in its pattern and then returning to swaying gently.

Your monkey husband nods after a moment, pulls your hands away from his face, and slides one hand to clasp the shoulder of your opposite arm, snugging you under his cape while still holding your other hand.

He starts moving with you toward the entrance to the main chamber, and you are so caught up in your happiness that you don't hear the whispers of dissent from the family behind you, questioning your marriage to him:

“She’s under his spell; he’ll eat her soon enough when he’s done toying with her.”
“Why does she seem so happy to be a whore to the demon”
“Such a disgrace.”
“She’ll wake up one day and realize the error she made.”
“Perhaps she's afraid of him; perhaps she's doing this to spare others.”
“She's trapped in this; I feel sorry for the girl.”

The Sun Wukong stopped before the doors, and his grip on your hand loosened, releasing yours, but his hand on your shoulder remained. Sun Wukong turns around and faces the human guests who are staring, his gaze damning and evil, baring his teeth. He reaches behind his neck and then puts his hand to his mouth, and you hear him chewing. He blows out what looks to be hairs, and as the hairs hit the ground, what appears to be 30 clones of him appear, and then all disperse in front of the guests, and you see them making gestures in the air, all in unison, their unspoken instructions clear:

The crowd was frozen in place, stuck in time, as if turned into life-like statues.

What little noise there was now gone; the room was dim and quiet, and their silent whispers had ceased from the freezing spell. Your family was not nobility, and while you didn’t know it yet, their absence today was a blessing.

“So, you all think my bride is an unwilling one?”

His grip on your shoulder becomes firm and possessive. You’re only confused for a moment before you realize he must have heard or seen something to set him off. You take a deep breath. How many times must you try to save these people from themselves? Do they not know of Sun Wukong's infamous pride and temper?

“Remember, they’re hurt and angry, my king. Try to empathize—“You’re cut off as he picks you up with one hand around you, dashes back to where you served tea together, and places you roughly on the table where the ceremonial tea and fruits were once set, now scattered over the ground. You look into those golden eyes, which are no longer calm but bright and feral. How were you going to calm him this time?

“Did you hear them, my little bride? They think you do not want this, that you don’t want me. That I take you against your will, like some lowly demon…they’re too daft to see and hear your desires and thoughts as only I can…” The enraged monkey king hisses as he points his clawed finger accusingly at the wedding guests in the room.

“This will not do; I am a king. You are mine, and they must be reminded of their place!” he roars as he slams his body over yours, breaking the table’s legs under his massive weight, and you feel the wood surface hit the ground underneath you with a jolt. Your husband leans down over you, smelling your hair and trailing his nose over your temple.

“Let us show them, my peach. Show them what I’ve known: I am the only one you desire. That you were made just for me… I’ve reconsidered; let us be wed by my customs now,” he rumbles against you. You shiver, feeling his hot breath ghosting over the shell of your ear and then suddenly the heat pulls away as he swiftly sits up. Sun Wukong's clawed hands reach under your dress, and you feel the rough skin of his palms slide up your legs and clasp at your hips.

“Show…them?” you ask in a confused whisper, the ache between your legs overriding your logical thoughts about your surroundings. What did he mean? As if hearing your question, his majesty rips your red dress asunder down the front, exposing your nude body to his lustful gaze. Just as you register your sudden nakedness, Sun Wukong opportunistically captures your lips with his with an intense kiss. He had been craving the taste of your lips and mouth, and seeing you completely naked in front of him had overridden the residuals of his sanity his mind made up; he was now going to fuck you senseless in front of everyone, and have you begging for what only he could give you. He would prove to them that you wanted only him and were his to keep for the rest of your days.

You gasp at the touch of his lips and hear a chuckle in his throat. You feel the tickle of the thin fur just above his intense kisses, accompanied by the occasional pleased hum or chirp. He sucks in your lower lip, and you feel his sharp canines nip and drag tantalizingly slow, his tongue licking over simultaneously as if he’s indulging in a delicacy for the first time in years. Your breath catches, and you momentarily pull your hands away from your exposed breasts to cup the sides of his furred face, gently running your fingers through his softness to encourage his continued and seemingly starved affections. As his mouth pulls away, you push your head forward and press your lips against his once more, and like the dominating warrior you know him to be, he invades your mouth with his large tongue, teasingly licking the side of yours. You recognize the faint sweet taste that was on your lips earlier.

He isn’t just a dream; he did visit you earlier, and his desire and lust for you cause your entire body to flush.

You want to feel that heat from his raw, slick, uncovered skin once more rocking between your netherlips. To feel him tense above your body as he pours every drop of his lust inside you.

“You…came to me while I slept earlier…” You say, gently pulling away. He captures your lips with his once more, licking over your lips as he drags them into his greedy mouth. You open your eyes and boldly look back into his, nothing but primal lust in his gaze as his tongue pushes past your lips once more and swirls around yours, hungrily lapping at your taste. His forceful tongue begins to explore your entire mouth, licking teasingly at the roof, then rotating under your tongue and licking its underside. A string of lust connects your lips as he pulls away.

“Can you blame me for wanting to indulge in your taste? You are now mine, and these teasing nibbles have only made me hunger for more. I will not be satisfied until I’ve completely devoured you, my peach,” he husks as he then drags his tongue over your lower lip, and then drags his mouth down your chin and your throat, giving kisses laced with teasing bites from his monstrous canines, leaving behind small red marks.

You grip the fur on his neck and then run your fingers up and into his thick mane atop his head, just below his feathered crown, pulling him closer as high-pitched moans escape your mouth with each of his teasing nips. He continues down your throat, and when he reaches the dip just above where your neck meets your torso, his tongue darts out and gives a broad lick over you, forcing you to hiss, the heat of his mouth overwhelming. He then trails his tongue down your sternum slowly, and you look down and see his gaze staring back at you, and you can tell from his glowing eyes he has a smile on his face as he indulges in your sweet skin's taste. You grip his fur on his head unconsciously begging him to continue his conquest of your body, your legs forced open by the presence of his body.

You watch him through half-opened eyes as he licks down your chest and stops as his face reaches the skin between your breasts. Sun Wukong then kisses over to your left breast tenderly until he reaches your nipple. His tongue swirls lightly around it and then suddenly captures as much of your breast into his hungry mouth, and the intensity of the heat forces you to throw your head back and arch your back, pushing yourself more into his mouth.

Suddenly, you feel the heat of his rough hand come over your other breast and capture your nipple perfectly between his index and middle finger. You feel the sharpness of his claws as he gives a rough caress, but you know he is being gentle, recalling how he destroyed the floor of his throne room with ease. His mouth begins to suck gently as his tongue continues to swirl around your aching nipple, his hot touch his mouth and fingers relieving the ache. The monkey god then pulls his hand away from your breast and then releases your other breast with a pop, then trailing his mouth over to your other breast and repeating the same affection, your licentious cries pleasing his ego, spurring him on.

You are lost in the feeling, not noticing his body slightly shift over you, and that's when you feel heat trail down your lower abdomen, gently tracing through your scant fur between your thighs, and his fingers gently tracing over your outer lips. You are snapped out of your lustful haze as you gasp and reflexively try to close your legs, but his still heavily armored body stops your knees. You hear him give a light chuckle as he continues to enjoy suckling at your breast. His fingertips continue to gently trace teasingly over your netherlips for a few moments, forcing your head to become dizzy with anticipation of his next move, the ache in your core growing exponentially.

“My king…please…” You pleaded, wanting him to give you the much-needed relief you craved.

"Please, what, wife?” he asks, detaching himself slowly from your breast. Your mouth releases an exasperated whine, not sure what you wanted from him.

“My body yearns…with need…please…” You whimper between your heavy pants.

“Hmm, while I enjoy watching your body dance and squirm for my touch, I am a benevolent king, I will grant your wish, but you must be honest and tell your king what relieves your ache, understand?” he demands. Your body stiffens, your modesty briefly pulling your from your haze as you panic being vocal with your desires, but you feel him dip his head down and give your stiff nipple a gentle nip, demanding your attention once more.

“I said, do you understand?” he growls.

“Y-Yes! I will! I will!” you yelp from the pain and pleasure of his sharp teeth.

“Mmm…” he hums approvingly, his tail playfully swaying behind him. You feel his index and ring finger gently spread your lips open, and his middle finger gently presses against your aching opening, generously collecting your want. You wince as you feel the finger covered in your slick slide over your urethra and up to the aroused head of your clit, just barely pressing past the hood and giving gentle swirling motions, causing your legs to seize. You feel tears begin to prickle at the corner of your eyes from the intensity as he continues to provide gentle touches to your most sensitive spot.

“Now tell me…what feels better…this?” he says, his golden eyes seemingly flash for a moment as he looks up at you, watching you carefully. You feel his middle finger pull away from your clit momentarily and then you feel his finger begin to give gentle flicks over your entire bundle of nerves, careful to avoid his sharp claws from your most sensitive skin.

“Or this?” he husks as he leans down and kisses your skin between your breasts once more. You continue to squirm underneath him, your hands gripping his fur tightly.

“Before…” you force yourself to breathe out. You feel his slick touch return to the invasive, continuous circling undeath your clitoral hood. Your panting becomes heavier, a high-pitched moan accompanying each exhalation of breath, your hips now starting to rock to increase contact with him anyway you can. Wukong allows you a couple of minutes of bliss while he starts to slowly kiss down past your breasts and over your stomach, your mind blissfully unaware of his intentions. That is, until you feel his hand pull away from between your legs briefly, and now something much hotter licks up between your inner lips. You reflexively clench your thighs against his ears tightly, the gentle prickle of his facial fur welcomes your embrace, and he gives a pleased look up into your shocked gaze.

You feel his tongue trail up over every sensitive place between your opening and finally reach its destination of where his middle finger once resided, giving slow circles on your engorged clit. You start to unconsciously rock your hips once more, unable to help yourself as you become lost to the pleasure of Sun Wukong's renowned, merciless tongue.

The Monkey King allows you to enjoy his skilled mouth, starting wrap his lips over your entire sensitive area and giving gentle sucks as he had earlier. Tears of overwhelming pleasure finally fall down your face from his relentless attacks. Your body was now covered in a sheen of sweat, your toes now curling from the burning sensation traveling down your legs and causing involuntary twitches and spasms.

There is a sudden pressure at your opening once more, also giving a gentle swirling motion. You rock your hips against it instinctually, but it pulls away, not allowing you to push too hard. It's teasing touch combined with the sensations of his tongue pushing you further into your climb to completion. You give a wanting moan to try and encourage him to breach you.

After a few more moments of Wukong’s sinister teasing, your prayers are answered once again as you finally feel a delightful pressure breach past, and you keen, trying to rock your hips to push further onto him. Sun Wukong quickly grips your thigh, stilling you from moving further, forcing you to submit to his pace and timing.

“To see you so wanting is such a delight, but we must be considerate of your body's needs, be patient,” he demands as he gently rocks his slick index finger into you skillfully and carefully, being mindful of his sharp claws. You feel him at one point push past a resistance gently, the pain dulled by the ministrations of his tongue on your clit, you unaware of his watchful eyes to ensure your pleasure, expertly reading your facial expressions telling him you were too wrapped up in pleasure to feel him slowly push into your inexperienced body.

You feel his finger push and pull inside of you slowly. Then just as you feel no pain, you feel him start to move around and tap lightly around, exploring around you. It was then your legs suddenly spasm as he taps against a particular spot on your walls that was adjacent to your clit, and your legs seize as he starts to assault that area with his warriors focus. Your legs twitch and wrap around his neck, your fingertips now digging into his fur and scalp, the dual sensations pushing you exponentially quicker to your peak.

“Fear not, give in, and submit to me.”

Your body instantly seizes, your mouth and eyes wide open as you involuntarily are torn from looking down into eyes as your back spasms in tandem with your legs, your twat clenching tightly around his finger as he continues his relentless attacks, conquering your body on two fronts, enjoying watching you fall apart for him, knowing that all the doubters were forced to watch you writhing in pleasure from him.

Unbeknownst to you, this was only the first act in his quest to prove you belong to him.

“MEIHOU—!” Your voice calling out to him chokes, every muscle in your body seizing and releasing involuntarily, panic setting in as your ability to regulate your breathing ceases, your body submitting to the demands of the realm's strongest warrior. However, his ruthless attacks are softened by the warm, furry grip on your right ankle and the gentle caress of hot, rough palms on your left thigh, the gentle affections grounding your panic.

Your release seems endless, Sun Wukong's affections not showing any slowdown until your spasming body finally collapses on the wooden plank that was once a table. Your lungs function once more, and you finally draw in a much-needed deep breath, as your diaphragm was unable to function properly during your intense release. Your monkey husband slowly pulls his mouth away from your centre, a thin glistening string of the combination of his saliva and your lust connecting to you both till its bonds break as he sits up on his knees. Sun Wukong slowly pulls his finger from inside of you to his mouth and begins to lick your nectar hungrily as he stares down at your spent body, pleased to have brought you past your limit. He makes obnoxious, loud licking and sucking sounds as he sucks your slick off his digit completely. You feel so embarrassed to see him cleaning you off of him so eagerly, but you are so consumed with admiration for your husband, who put your pleasure before his own.

That is, until he turns to the frozen audience you had forgotten about, and starts talking, ripping you from your post orgasmic haze.

“Look how she called for me, came for me. Does this look like a woman who is being taken against her will? Oh, but we are not done, and it is only he hour of Hai Shi, and I haven’t yet begun to show you how well she knows her place, and you all will know yours.”

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