The Fate of my Soul.

Part 42

Taking the little girl from the Fox Den had not been as easy as it had been taking her Grandfather, because, though she was sleight of build and no match for his strength, she had fought tooth and nail to free herself and the scratch marks across his face and hands were proof of it.  Though he had been pleasantly surprised by her determination to fight him, something he thought none of them possessed until now.

But now having subdued her reckless spirit enough to get her onto a cloud, he couldn't wait to get her back to the Palace.  The cloud ride was most enjoyable as he listened to her scream and cry inside the protective bubble he had placed around them.  "Louder!" he laughed raucously, his eyes firing at what he was planning for her.  Oh this was going to be so good, he thought to himself.

Feng Jius terror mingled with outraged anger fueled an unexpected desire to kill.  Never in her young life had she ever contemplated taking the life of another until now.  But being so young, and a mere Immortal, she knew she was no match for him, not when he was clearly insane.  That much she knew but had she known her Grandfather was already dead, she may have taken her own life before she reached the palace, because what lay ahead of her was worse than anything she could have ever imagined.  And as her mind worked frantically for an escape, Ye Hua continued to watch her with growing interest, only fueling the dread that was building up within her.

 This one he would have fun with first, he thought to himself as he took the girl back to his chamber.  That she had tried to warn her stupid family, only heightened his desire to see her suffer, and what he had initially planned would now wait.  Her attempt to fight him, knowing she would never win, had actually excited him immensely, and the look on her face now heightened it even more.  

Throwing up a thick privacy barrier around his whole chamber, he dragged the girl forward before throwing her roughly onto his bed.  He could have taken her to any one of the chambers that surround his own, but the thought of sleeping in the same bed with the memory of what he was about to do, night after night was even more exciting than the act itself.  Yes, he would take his time with this one he thought to himself as his smile grew wider.

Having never taken a woman before, the anticipation was growing as he slowly removed his robes, one robe at a time.  Never had any woman ignited his body as this one did, and the thought of what lay ahead took his raging hormones to another level, as Feng Jiu watched his growing need rise beneath the removal of each gown.   It was slow and purposely obvious, and as his intentions began to filter through the terror that was raging through her young mind, Feng Jiu screamed.  

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Qian Qian and I spent a leisurely afternoon making love, over and over again.  Now fully sated and comfortably tired, I lay with her in my  arms listening to the soft rise and fall of her gentle breath against my chest.  Our love making had been beautiful, energetic and raw, as we moved about every inch of my chamber.  

Now on the bed, I couldn't help but marvel at her ability to keep my desire fresh after every release.  Never had I given so much of myself and nor had I received so much of her, the memory of our joining would forever remain a special moment that I would cherish.

Our fight, the first we had ever had, had me seeing a different side of her.  Rarely did she anger, and even when she did, she would always swallow it down, never allowing it to surface to the extent that it did today.  In that brief moment that she held the knife against her breast, I saw vividly the 70,000 years of loneliness she had suffered for my sake.  The love she felt for me hit me so hard, the pain hurt more than the thought of losing her to my brother.  

That she would so easily offer her own life to me, had suddenly awakened a new feeling.  One of hatred.  Hatred for my brother that had been the direct cause for her desire to die by my own hand born from a desperate attempt to keep my love alive.