Wu Ming's Dream

Part 4

Wu Ming did more forcefully, sticking a second finger, then a third. His Highness moaned again, trembling, his white as jade body covered in sweat, glistening, truly a breath-taking sight. Wu Ming kept playing with his fingers some more till he reached the soft spot that made His Highness feel a sudden surge of pleasure coursing his body from head to toe, his hands reaching to pull Wu Ming up for some more urgent wild kissing.

Still kissing and biting His Highness' lower lips, Wu Ming slowly removed his fingers, making His Highness moan again, and shift his body towards him, wanting more. He positioned his rock-hard manhood at His Highness' entrance, rubbing it, teasing it, making a tentative penetration, slowly moving forward. His Highness was impatient, rubbing himself on Wu Ming, gasping and moaning, his arms grabbing him urgently.

Wu Ming went in slowly, and with His Highness' urging, gave a few thrusts till he was all in; flaring an unspeakable pleasure throughout His Highness' feverish and shaking body. The sensation of being inside His Highness was unlike anything he had ever experienced. His Highness urged Wu Ming not to stop, and he didn't, going faster and faster, pinning His Highness against the bed, His Highness' manhood very erect, twitching and leaking gently against his abs.

Wu Ming grabbed his legs and hooked them around his shoulders, using his weight against His Highness' body, getting almost chest to chest, making his penetration even deeper and more forceful. His Highness was so hard it had begun to throb and leak; he seemed to be in a complete trance, moaning and out of breath, his rosy body burning with desire. Suddenly Wu Ming stopped and stayed very still.

"What happened? I didn't command you to stop", His Highness said sharply.

"His Highness said he wants it painful. Is it not painful if I stop?", he replied.

"You dare trick me! I'm going to disperse your soul, don't think yourself too powerful", he answered.

"If that's the price of taking away any pain or suffering off His Highness, I'll pay gladly", Wu Ming said, with his face almost touching His Highness'.

He then palmed His Highness' manhood lightly, as if just showing he could touch it as well, giving His Highness full stimulation. His Highness was so aroused it was too much for him to process. His eyes shone with lust through his mask; in that position, he could barely move, but he still rocked himself back and forth, trying to make him carry on thrusting; he moaned softly, throwing his head back.

"Fuck me... make me come, and come inside me", His Highness commanded breathlessly.

Wu Ming forced his entire erection inside him with one rough movement, and started to thrust violently and forcefully, making use of his weight to go as deep as he could, holding His Highness' body tight, and at times licking His Highness' lips wickedly; one of his hands supporting his own body, the other rubbing His Highness' manhood deliberately, squeezing it lightly, palming at the tip, at the sensitive part, feeling its leaking.

His Highness gasped and moaned nonstop, his body burning with unspeakable pleasure, all sweaty with strands of hair stuck on his shoulders and chest, and yet greedily wanting more.

"Deeper! Harder! Faster!", he urged Wu Ming to go on, losing control of himself.

He grabbed on Wu Ming's arms to steady himself, and groaned in satisfaction. He locked eyes with Wu Ming, giving him a burning look, and his tense body and hitching breath showed he was about to come again. Wu Ming then slowed down slightly, still going deep, taking in the whole sensation of His Highness' warmth and tightness, rubbing his manhood against His Highness' sensitive spot inside.

His Highness gave a chocked scream, feeling a watery explosion, exhaling long and deep, shooting a warm white liquid all over his abs and chest. Wu Ming came right after; the sight of His Highness naked and lusty filled him with a wordless ecstasy. He slowed the pace of his thrusts, their bodies going completely numb, their eyes going dark and minds dizzy; pleasure lingering throughout them, sighing totally pleased and satisfied.

After a pause, Wu Ming withdrew himself slowly, grabbing His Highness' legs with care, kissing his calves deliberately; no doubt he was going back to his usual kneeling position by the bed, but His Highness swiftly took hold of him wrist, saying, "Stay".

Wu Ming paused, not knowing what it'd be expected of him; also unsure of His Highness' intentions after he fulfilled that las command; or rather, defied it. However, His Highness, still grabbing his wrist, pulled Wu Ming over him, covering his sweaty and feverish body with Wu Ming's. Wu Ming wrapped his arms around His Highness gently, burying his masked face in His Highness' hair.

From where he was lying down, His Highness said, "When I summoned the souls of the battlefield, you came and swore your allegiance to me. You've just proven your loyalty as my appointed ghost general, right-hand man and... my lover".

He turned over, suddenly wearing no mask, and Wu Ming was speechless to see his soft face with gentle eyes exceedingly beautiful, so beautiful it hurt, looking at him intently. If he knew what love was, it was because of His Highness. His Highness buried his face in Wu Ming's chest, nesting himself in his arms, sighing, quietly and at peace. They stayed like that for an unknown amount of time.

Wu Ming opened his eyes, and he was still on the great hall of the dilapidated Palace of The Crown Prince of XianLe, but he was alone. Was it a dream then? If so, it was the kind of dream that precedes reality, the kind that does come true, no matter how long it'd be.

And how long didn't matter to Wu Ming; being with His Highness and not being with His Highness was the only way he had to measure time.

Three days had passed since he saw His Highness last. It was worth making a flower offering in secret, and denying it to His Highness, and enduring his rage; it made him question his intentions of becoming The White Clothed Calamity. Not that it was his place to judge His Highness' actions, he'd follow him in whatever he decided to do. Only he knew this wasn't a path for His Highness, he knew His Highness better than himself.

He got down on one knee in front of the divine statue; the time was coming for him to go to the Lang-Er Bay, to receive the curse upon himself. If he could, he would have His Highness use him as a stepping stone, the bridge to take apart after crossing, the corpse bones needed to trample to climb up, the sinner who deserves the butchering of a million knives.

"There's no need to dirty your hands Your Highness", he said with reverence. "I might have this body destroyed and my soul almost dispersed; I might get very weak, disappear. But I'll always come back for you."

He got up, and yet again put a fresh and tender little flower on the divine statue's left hand.

"Your Highness. I'll come back for you, and make you mine."

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