How To Polish A Pearl

Chapter 12 - Plucking

A/N: Well.. so... yeah.. enjoy! Haha.

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

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Curling up, Zhou Xu twists his legs around themselves so hard his calves start to cramp as he slides himself backwards—away from Wen Ke Xing and that beast he can see is already coming back alive. What is it made of? Where is that going? No fucking way.

Feeling movement from below, Zhou Xu loses his balance and tumbles around on the bed. In one sweep, the blanket is removed and the mattress is revealed along with the restraints that he had forgotten all about. He hadn't been tied down since that night when he was choked into oblivion. However, the restraints were back, likely prepared during the wedding ceremony.

Realizing what is about to happen, his breath catches in his throat, like a blade cleaving his chest. For the first time, dread takes over and blocks everything else. Away, I need to get away. Twisting around, he starts to crawl, his hands still bound making his escape look awkward and quite pathetic.

A low laughter is heard from behind, "Ah-Xu, are you a virgin?"

Grasping both Zhou Xu's ankles, Wen Ke Xing easily pulls him back like he weighs nothing more than a feather. Shouldn't the medicine start to wear off now? It won't be any fun if he is like a puppy the entire night. Though it would be better if he is restrained beforehand. I don't actually know how strong that spiritual core is...

Flipping Zhou Xu over on his stomach, he puts the restraints around the back and ankles before the man even catches his breath. He really is quite pitiful without his martial arts. However, he looks quite delicious with that stubbornness burning behind those thick eyelashes. Those strong shoulder blades and the curve of the spine towards this ass... The things I will do to this ass. His view narrowing into tunnel vision, seeing only the torso of his bride, making him so hard the throbbing hurts.

"Those shoulder blades... I haven't been able to think of anything else the past two weeks. Ah-Xu, I want to see them work as you hold on to the mattress when I thrust deep inside you."

Taking a firm grip on the pearls around the throat, he lifts Zhou Xu's head off the mattress, the throat choking as the strand digs into the flesh as his neck awkwardly curves against the restraints holding him down. Carefully unwrapping the strand holding the mouth, Wen Ke Xing studies the bloodied pearls. His face satisfied as he starts to bind them around his erection. The blood and saliva is mixing with the still wet semen, making them stick to his skin by themselves in certain places.

"Relax, or don't, that is your choice. But Ah-Xu, you will enjoy it more if you relax."

Reaching for a pillow, he lifts Zhou Xu hips and places it under his stomach, assisting that natural curve of the lower back, making access easier.

Relax? RELAX?! Breathe. Just breathe. Just fucking breathe!

Though Zhou Xu understood the concept of wedding, marriage, and the intimate relations between a couple, he had not really thought about this part of the wedding much. His mind having been so focused on getting through the past days, likely as a survival instinct, he had not let himself to actually think of the wedding night. The night that Wen Ke Xing had promised—no threatened—him with a few nights ago. Just fucking breathe!

Memories of intimate scenes start to roll out in bursts. Skin, mouths, moans, sweat. All bursts and explodes like violent fireworks inside his mind. Each of them painful. Each of the scenes include himself and the visions makes Zhou Xu freeze, lost in thought for a moment. Who is that person who kind of looks like me and why is he doing all of that, with those people?

"Why are you so quiet? Are you nervous? I am quite good at this, you know. It will be memorable."

Wen Ke Xing takes a stronger hold on the pearls with his right hand, whilst his left moves in between the cheeks, feeling them clench and that hole twitch. Bending down, he licks the full length of that curve. The taste of salt is mixed with a hint of peach blossom, still present from this morning's bath. There is another flavor as well, something sweet, almost like manuka honey, that intensifies the more skin he tastes. By the time he reaches that sweet spot between the shoulder blades, he is intoxicated. Biting down on the left shoulder his cock is throbbing so hard his ears are ringing. He had never wanted a man this much before, yet he had barely even tasted him.

Withdrawing, his vision a little bit blurred, he massages the firm cheeks, pearls softly clicking against each other as his hands move. Feeling the ass and legs stiffen, he smiles and reaches for a bottle hidden within the wooden box. Pouring the oily liquid in his palm, he rubs the length of his erection, feeling the outline of each pearl and the impatient throbbing between his fingers.

"Ah‑Xu, I wish you could see this. It wants you so much. Next time, I will flip you around and show you."

"..." Next time? Fuck you.

"No need to be so shy. We are married now. Ah-Xu, you are my husband. It is time for you to do your duty as a gentleman."

"Gentleman? You want me to be a gentleman? What kind of sick ghost are you?"

Wincing to the word ghost rather than the word sick, his smile falters for a second. Blinking a few times, he yanks the pearls off his wrist and shoves the full strand into that rude mouth. Hearing the choking and spitting sounds, he keeps his hand as a cover so that his bride cannot spit them out.

"Ah-Xu, I suggest you keep your mouth still so that you don't accidentally swallow the strand and choke. We don't want you to end up dead now do we. That would ruin our wedding day."

Placing the thick head against the flower shaped opening, he bends over and breathes in the aroma at the base of Zhou Xu's neck. Guiding the tip, he thrusts deep, as deep as he can get before the hole clamps around him, pearls shoved back against the root.

"Let me loosen up this tight hole of yours."

The inside is dry and warm, the lubricant slowly working its way deeper within the folds and edges. The surrounding not welcoming but not as hostile as it could be as he thrusts. Biting and sucking on the honey flavored skin, Wen Ke Xing holds the pearls around the neck in a firm grip, moving his advances up the neck and face.

"Ah-Xu, your skin is burning, do you like it that much? I can tell you, that hole of yours is just as hot on the inside as you are on the outside."

The pain from being impaled makes Zhou Xu gasp into the mattress, not that it could have been heard through the pearls stuffed in his mouth. The fabric soaks up his tears as a few involuntary falls down the bridge of his nose. His body ridged, feeling the cock so deep in him, he thinks his inside will split as his organs are rearranged again and again. The cold heavy breathing carries the same low guttural moans from before, only now they are just below his ears, making his skull go numb.

Suddenly, he feels a shifting sensation. His insides are turning soft around the assault. What? No! Traitor! What are you doing?

"There? Do you like it there? Ah-Xu, is that your secret, dirty, shameful spot?"

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A/N: Is it Ah-Xu? Is that your secret, dirty, shameful spot?