Three Lives, Three Worlds: Jasmine's Fate [Hiatus]

Reminiscence 2 - "The Lucid Dream that Was"

Background: After the Assassins attack, and the assistant of Zi Lan's Senior, who arrived just in time to rescue them. Zi Lan, who was heavily injured was brought back to Kunlun Mountain, to recuperate. Yan Zhi, who couldn't deny his request, and fear for her niece, went back with him. Kunlun Mountain belongs to the High God Mo Yuan, Zi Lan's Shifu(Master/Teacher). 

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In his dream-like state, he found himself engulfed by the blazing horrors of hell. The fire in his body wouldn't subside, he could not find relief from this raging torment. He couldn't get away, powerless to move, powerless to escape. Unable to wake himself, he was condemned to endure his physical torment. Why could he not find relief? Was he dead, in the underworld? No, he realized, this was a dream - one of those that could be controlled.

It was possible to steer the mind within dreams, once one was aware of being in one. It was just like meditation and a good method of cultivation, he had learned throughout the years, to escape the construct of unpredictability, to command one's subconscious. So he concentrated, hard.... attempting to get away from the unbearable heat that threatened to engulf him.

Relief came when he forced his thoughts to more pleasant things. His body was being cooled by chill, soothing touches. But they came and went, unpredictable. He tried to concentrate harder, to make the cool relief linger. His inflamed body was still much too hot from within. He craved more of the caress, the comfort, the soothing tranquility his unconscious mind had created.

She appeared before him then, the only person who was able to sooth all his longing, his frustration, his tormented heartache. Her skin glowed radiantly, her hair flowed around her shoulders, her eyes were as dark as the night. So beautiful, he thought, no one compared to her, she, his enchantress, was the fairest of the realms. How lucky he was to conjure her image to soothe his torment.

He felt her hands brush over his face, his throat, and his chest, soothing his body. But though her exquisite touch chilled his burning flesh on the surface, it ignited another fire within him. Instead of finding relief, his body grew hotter with unfulfilled cravings. He yearned to touch her himself - maybe it would ease his pain? When he felt something cold brush against his lips, his instinct took over, overpowering his will. He captured her within his arms and rolled her beneath him. The feeling of soft womanly curves under his hard body was more than he would have thought possible to imagine. But he did, and she felt perfect against him.

She touched his chest lightly as he buried his face against the side of her throat. The familiar fragrance of jasmine filled his senses. He greedily breathed in the divine scent he had yearned for, a fragrance he had caught a whiff of hundred of times before, but could never savor for long. Now, he could submerge himself in her heavenly scent. But it wasn't enough either - he wanted to taste her, to consume her. He traced his tongue along the side of her delicate neck and her chest arched as she gasped. Encouraged by her response, his lips ran over the lobes of her ear, nibbling the softness of her flesh, leaving him craving more of what her body had to offer.

As he continued to relish her slender neck, his hand slowly traveled from her waist upward until it reached the side of her breast. His thumb traced the edge, advancing slowly under the soft curves until it reached the center of her chest. Pressing his thumb upward, he moved it in a circular motion, up and down between the center of her mounds. She whimpered, and her body bucked up against his. Groaning, he pressed back and bit the bottom of her chin, making her gasp and quiver as he continued to bite her neck, sucking on her delicate flesh.

His need to touch her bare skin became more irrepressible the more he tasted her. He wanted to feel more of her softness, he wanted to see her ravishing skin, now hidden beneath layers of silk, a barrier to his exploration. He allowed his other hand to reach for the strapping of her belt, to untie the knot, and slip it away from her waist. He started loosening her tight clothing that was an obstacle to his touch. He opened the first layer of her silk robe, then the second, exposing her transparent white undergarment underneath.