Wu Ming's Dream

Part 1

Wu Ming was summoned. He was down on one knee on the great hall of the dilapidated Palace of The Crown Prince of XianLe on Lang-Er Bay; its once magnificent golden walls now crumbled, with dust everywhere and half-destroyed columns. At its very end, a burnt black divine statue of The Crown Prince, with missing limbs, its smile gentle and tragic.

His Highness was in front of that divine statue, dressed all in white, his aura as radiant as the sun, made of pure light. It was growing dark, almost night, but his presence seemed to fill the darkness and disperse it. Although he was wearing a half-smiling half-crying mask, Wu Ming saw his face in his mind's eye, as he did every day since he saw His Highness for the first time.

Called among the fallen on the battlefield, he put himself at His Highness' service, ready to die for him as many times as needed, have his body destroyed, his ashes scattered and his soul dispersed; that black clad ghost warrior was powerful and vicious, yet his aura innocent and young like fresh new bamboo, his mask concealing his face. He was awaiting His Highness' command.

"I will give you what you want", he said, extending his hand.

Wu Ming replied, "I swear to die following Your Highness".

His Highness said, "You're already dead. Come", and turned his back to him, walking away and expecting Wu Ming to follow. It was dark and hazy, like a dream. Wu Ming's body acted first, as if being commanded silently; he rose to his feet, not moving at all, and replied, "Then I'm yours for my whole after-life, which is more than offering my life".

His Highness turned his head back and gave him a piercing look, and he somehow knew they both felt a slight shiver throughout their bodies, an urgent arousal. He couldn't see any reaction through that half-smiling half-crying mask and funeral garb with expansive sleeves, but Wu Ming sensed it; he stepped closer. He was also wearing his tragically white smiling mask, his eyes gazing through it.

He turned his face away, and Wu Ming came closer, right behind him, burying his face on His Highness' hair gently, his nose and lips touching his ear; his hands resting on his waist lightly as if he was holding the rarest and most fragile, precious jade. His Highness looked down and saw Wu Ming's snow-white hands, his wrists with black guards contrasting with his white funeral garb, slowly encircling him in his embrace.

He placed his hands around Wu Ming's lightly, welcoming him, and Wu Ming held him tighter, and opened his lips slightly, half-kissing half-licking His Highness' ear. His Highness felt those warm lips and his body went numb with Wu Ming's actions; feeling his erection, his breathing erratic and feverish skin; feeling Wu Ming's feverish, slow but urgent touch.

Suddenly, His Highness was pinning Wu Ming forcefully against his divine statue's plinth, holding both his wrists above his head, their faces almost touching. That powerful ghost let himself be immobilised, and tilted his head slightly as if to better nest his face on His Highness' neck, sighing contented.

"Do you want this?", His Highness said, and kissed him aggressively. Both their masks became immaterial, warm wet lips opening slowly, their tongues twisting around. His Highness led this very arousing and never ending, deepening kiss; Wu Ming was undoubtedly willing, but His Highness was in charge. He was clearly giving Wu Ming what he wanted, and Wu Ming clearly would be glad to die following him on what they were doing at that moment.

His Highness chuckled softly, and said, "Rise, Ghost".

Wu Ming rose to his feet. His Highness said, coming closer and with an authoritative tone, "I command you to defile this body of gold".

They embraced and kissed again, violently; Wu Ming's lips and touch being passionate and yet cautious, as if testing the grounds, how far he could go following His Highness' will and desire. However, His Highness was showing plenty of willingness, pressing his body against Wu Ming's, and Wu Ming was just losing himself in His Highness' warmth, his scent, his wet lips...

"I want you to defile me, soil me, and show me what lust is. Come", and led Wu Ming to a four-post bed in the middle of the hall. That bed appeared suddenly and at the same time it has been there all the time. They stopped by the bed; wearing masks somehow made them more aroused, having only each other's eyes to follow, being free to do whatever they wished, wickedly alluring.

"Take your clothes off. All of it", His Highness commanded. Wu Ming then proceeded to do as he was told; first he took his wrist guards off, his boots, dropped his sabre. He unfastened his black outer robes, then the inner robes, showing a well-toned torso of an unblemished snow-white skin, with a few scars, muscled arms and a wide chest with pale nipples. Then he removed his underpants, standing completely naked; very erect, his manhood even leaking already, making His Highness more eager.

"Kowtow", His Highness ordered. Wu Ming went down on his knees and bowed for His Highness; obediently and adoringly, his eyes through his mask always looking at him intently. His Highness put one foot at his shoulder, chuckling lowly; Wu Ming trembled slightly of anticipated pleasure, of being under His Highness' command like that, being his plaything. That reaction gave His Highness a perverse pleasure, and once more he chuckled.

"Rise". Wu Ming stood up, his erection twitching and leaking even more.

"Now take my clothes off", "His Highness commanded. Wu Ming did so, in an exceedingly gentle way and avoiding touching His Highness' skin; it was like he only dared to touch it if he was commanded to do so. He removed the funeral garb with expansive sleeves, looking with lusty eyes at his torso, white as jade, that chest soft and supple, well-build arms and abs, his long hair gently cascading around his body. Then he removed the underpants. After undressing His Highness completely, he got down on his knees again in a truly adoring position.

His Highness slouched at the edge of the bed, unashamed and confident, showing off his erection, its leaking making Wu Ming look at it with burning eyes; Wu Ming was taller than him, so even on his knees, they were almost face-to-face. His Highness touched his face, and said "You said you're mine for your whole after-life. Are you ready to serve me well?".