How To Polish A Pearl

Chapter 11 - Swallowing

A/N: Decided to give you the whole first wedding night... because it would be cruel otherwise!

This chapter contains mild gore, violence and non-con. Please don't continue reading if this is something that makes you uncomfortable.

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Swallowing down the rest of the blood, Zhou Xu shakes his head and opens his mouth as he looks away, his head turning automatically. At least I can only taste the blood now... His thoughts are interrupted by a forceful yank as he is pulled forward facing that beast that looks even bigger now.

"Look at it. Don't you wonder what it tastes like?" Wen Ke Xing's voice is commanding and amused.

With the pearls still in his mouth, though now hanging loose against his tongue, Zhou Xu's breathing increases. What am I doing? I don't know how to do this. Stop it, you don't have to know how to do this. What the hell does it matter anyway? You are just going to bite it, just do it already. Envisioning that he is holding his nose, he moves to take the erection in his mouth, his fingers touching the root to steady the pulsing. Maybe I can yank it? Squeeze it?

The tip almost vibrates as Wen Ke Xing feels his cock move against that wet tongue, a moan purring through his curved lips. Not letting his bride get used to his size, he yanks the strand of pearls around the neck towards his lower abdomen, whilst ramming his cock so far in it hits the back of the mouth. He feels the pearls roll under his shaft, adding to the simulation in the most cold and intricate way he has ever sensed. A low guttural moan rolls through his parted lips, "Ngh~"

Reflexively, and in the most basic of all self-preservation, the thought of biting down emerges in Zhou Xu's mind. Before his jaw reacts to the signal, the strand in his mouth acting like a bit is pulled back hard, his jaw almost dislodging by the sheer force. Gaging, his eyes water and he blinks them away.

"Ah-Xu~" A satisfied sigh purrs from above, "Don't even think about it or your head might come off next time."

Wen Ke Xing stares at the man on his knees, Zhou Xu's thoughts transparent across his face in the most enticing way. He is so adorable. I wonder what happened to his mind when he took that water of Lethe. This is such a meek version of the previous man. I wonder when he will emerge...?

"I know it is big, just bear with it. It will feel better as you learn. Just eat it with that wet and deep mouth of yours."

Looking up, Zhou Xu stares into two black holes so intense—they appear hollow. They are empty yet radiating of violence, an aura emitting possessiveness so forcefully and like nothing Zhou Xu has ever seen. At least not what he could remember.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Zhou Xu feels the cock starting to move inside his mouth again. His tongue involuntarily trying to swallow from the stimulation, unknowingly adding to the groom's pleasure. The pearls' grip loosens and hardens along with the thrusting.

He is sometimes yanked forward and sometimes pulled backward, forcing his jaw to opened wider. The cock is overwhelming and chokes him when it hits the back of his mouth. The corners of his mouth is still dribbling a mix of blood and saliva. What a miserable joke this all is.

"Ngh~ Hnngh~ Aah~"

Hearing the man above moan, low and guttural, he is pulled out of his depressing thoughts and into the present. His head in an awkward angle, he looks up at Wen Ke Xing. Strands of raven black hair are moving to the thrusting rhythm, as they cascade down a tall and sharp chest. The waist is slender, with well-defined abs at the center, stretching from between the lower ribs down to the erection in his mouth. Sweat that has formed at a place out of his sight, is trickling down that toned upper body. Watching the beads of sweat roll and streak between the outline of the well-defined muscles, contracting and releasing in rhythm with the thrusting, is almost mesmerizing. The stirring in the deep of his core is suppressed. If Wen Ke Xing had looked down, he would have noticed his bride's dilated pupils. But he is facing the ceiling, his eyes closed. Low moans escaping through parted dry lips.

"Mn~ Hnnngh~ Ah~ Nngh~"

Zhou Xu looks at the mouth, the curve of the upper lip soft and the lower lip trembling slightly under some of the more impatient moans.

Opening his eyes, Wen Ke Xing's vision is almost frantic as it shoots across the ceiling. The stimulation from that wet and surprisingly deep mouth is pushing him into insanity. The provocation from the pearls twisting and rolling around his tip and shaft are so overwhelming it is almost painful. The waves of heat rolls from his lower abdomen making his cold yet sweaty abs twitch and tremble.

A particularly powerful spasm curls Wen Ke Xing forward, his eyes meeting Zhou Xu for a second before the man beneath him looks away. Almost possessed, he yanks the pearls like the puppet master he is, moving Zhou Xu's face into his view again. "Look at me! Look at what you do to me—" His voice hoarse and laced with passion.

Don't open your eyes. Don't open your eyes. Don't open your eyes. Zhou Xu's eyes, for some obscure reason, does not obey.

When their eyes meet, untold and covert thoughts travel back and forth as the thrusting turns erratic. The stimulation overpowers Wen Ke Xing's control, and he releases too soon. The semen is pumping violently and so immensely at the back of Zhou Xu's throat that he cannot swallow fast enough. When his mouth goes vacant, he coughs up both blood and semen, staining the wedding robes under his knees.

The voice from above is soft and smug, with just a hint of being out of breath, "Look at what you made me do. You made quite the mess, didn't you?"

As Zhou Xu tries to regain his breathing, he is lifted off the ground as easily as if Wen Ke Xing was lifting a pillow, and dropped on the bed with his legs sprawling and the pearls tangled into his loose hair. What just happened? What did I just do? Shame is slithering along his skin as if trying to stick to his very soul and he repeatedly swallows in revulsion.

"Ah-Xu, I am not done yet—" Wen Ke Xing purrs as his slender fingers move up Zhou Xu's abdomen, stopping at one of those nipples, noticing they are still stiff. Rolling this soft pink pearl between his fingertips, he feels his vigor already returning. "You know, the wedding lasts for three days."

His mouth and throat sore from the bullying, Zhou Xu's voice is hoarse and confused, "You're not done yet?"

Smilingat this naïve and innocent man, Wen Ke Xing takes hold of the pearls again,"You will find a grander sight by climbing to a greater height." (1)

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Author's notes:

(1) 'You will find a grander sight by climbing to a greater height.' – excerpt from the poem Ascending Stork Tower by Wang Zhihuan. The poem symbolizes the pursuit of an ideal. The admonition is "Try harder!" There are a few versions of the English translation out there. I picked the one that worked best for the occasion.

The sun in the distant mountains glowsThe Yellow River seawards ever flowsYou will find a grander sightBy climbing to a greater height