Taming Tyrants I

Arc 3: Prince Daddy (79)

Ying Wenxiang cant tell what should he do. Her fragrance is making him dizzy as well. She smells inviting and he came to remember her sweet taste. Slowly, he reluctantly leaned closer, their gaze locked. Ying Wenxiang pinched her chin and kissed her gently as if she was fragile. With her arms freed, she immediately embraced him from his neck. When they parted, their eyes met again. Hong Cha unexpectedly saw a trace of love from him. Perhaps, he was thinking she is his late wife. She resembles his wife and even have the same voice as hers.

"Can you bear it for a moment? We cant do it here. Guan Palace is unguarded. Someone might see us. We should proceed to my manor." he suggested. Ying Wenxiang doesn't know what has gotten into him. He knew this is wrong but like a moth to a flame, he still wants to keep going.

"They'll see my face." Hong Cha wanted to quickly finish this before something wrong happens. She hates this part of her job. Specially since Mi Cha is a virgin. Oh, what sort of torture is there that is waiting for her?

"I'll cover you." Ying Wenxiang kissed her gently and removed his outer robe to cover her. She was smaller compared to his physique so she is unseen with the robe on her. No one was able to see them until they reached the carriage. However, Mi Yan happened to arrive after strolling outside the palace. She saw a familiar pair of shoes but cant tell where they belong to.

"Hm? The Crown Prince? Where did he come from? Oh, he must have gone to Sister Mi Cha's courtyard with Prince Wendao again. But who is that woman he is holding?" she can only watch the carriage leave. Mi Yan shrugged her shoulders and headed to her own courtyard.

"Princess!" Ying Wenxiang bellowed at Hong Cha when she tried to undress him in the carriage. His cheeks went beet red because of their situation. Here he is, with a young girl trying to test his limits.

"Ying Wenxiang!" she shouted back in anger. Ying Wenxiang quickly covered her mouth. Unfortunately for him, Hong Cha found a way to seduce him again. She licked his palm in return. Ying Wenxiang was like pricked with countless needles that he let her go. Really, is this the elegant princess in front of his younger brother? She wasn't smiling at him but her need was evident. Hong Cha was so unrestrained she tried grinding herself on him.

"S-stop. I'll help you out but stop first. We'll be in the manor soon." he tried to negotiate when Hong Cha moaned. The driver outside cleared his throat. Ying Wenxiang wanted to facepalm. He kissed her to keep her quiet and slipped his hand underneath her skirt. "Keep quiet. Alright?"

"Mn." Hong Cha bit her lip. She knew this is another way to alleviate her desire. It was humiliating for her but she have no choice. Ying Wenxiang made her kneel in front of him as he sat on the cushion chair of the carriage. Her underwear is inevitably soaked and her flower hole was damp. He breathed out deeply before inserting a finger in. Hong Cha arched her back, her warm inner walls clamping down on him. She covered her mouth to keep her noise down.

Ying Wenxiang started moving once she relaxed. She was shuddering uncontrollably every time he pushed in. He cant tell how much longer can he hold on too. There is an aroused girl in front of him, he was doing this to her and only he can hear her moans being choked. What sort of man can resist her?

"Y-Ying Wenxiang, Im coming." she whispered with a faltering tone. Ying Wenxiang stopped because the carriage paused and they had arrived. Hong Cha became unhappy. She have to wait for a little bit more time. Ying Wenxiang carried her with his robe covering her. Fortunately, Ying Wendao is not around and he have a separate courtyard from his son.

With their eagerness and suppressed emotions, they didn't even care and undressed to their way through his room. Locked in a fervent kiss, she was almost breathless when they parted. Ying Wenxiang placed her down the neat white bed. He had refused to claim her out there and his little brother was barely called 'little'. Hong Cha didn't look down which is something that could make her feel safe. Seeing him will only increase her fear of bedtime stories, with men.

"Be...be gentle." she reminded nervously. Ying Wenxiang nodded. He slowly sunk into her when something teared apart. Hong Cha cried out in pain. "Wait, wait, it hurts."

"Bear with me for a bit." still, he wasn't even a third in her. Ying Wenxiang pushed in deeper that she squirmed to get him out. Hong Cha complained while crying.

"Y-you said you'll be gentle!" Hong Cha was weeping uncontrollably. This is what she fears ah. Men are beast when they let their lower head think first. She never wanted this if not for the toxin in her.

"No worries. I will not move again if you don't want to." Ying Wenxiang gently said after completely invading her. It was hard to do so but he should control himself. Her whimpers got replaced by sobs in a minute. Hong Cha tried to relax and closed her eyes. She felt his lips pressing on her as he kissed her lovingly. Perhaps she wasn't used to such gentleness that she reciprocated and easily got used to his unusual size. "Should I move?"

"You can..." she shyly said. Ying Wenxiang faintly smiled and pulled out. Hong Cha's lips parted for a moan. He thrusted in a rhythmic time, slowly getting her unused walls adapt to him. The room was filled with a woman's attractive short moans, a man's deep panting and wet churning of nectar.