Winter Blossom

The Sweetest Blossom

Finishing up the dishes, Mo Yuan quickly wiped down the table before moving into the seating area where an unfinished glass of wine was left standing on a side table next to the zither.  One thing that always amazed him was her ability to drink.  She was always drinking and it didn't matter how strong the brew was, she handled it a little too well.  In fact, the wine she was drinking was a brew her brother had apparently gifted her from his many travels and that suddenly had him wondering about her brother.

Not many Immortals liked to travel extensively, especially to the Mortal Realms which he apparently travelled on a regular basis, which had him then wonder what kind of man her brother was.  He seemed rather transient and carefree, much like her.  He knew she came from a wealthy background due to the estate she owned in the Mortal Realm.  So few Immortals could afford such a home, much less the time to wile away the hours without much of a care, but for her brother to also live a rather carefree lifestyle suggested her family were of the elite families which did narrow it down somewhat.  She also mentioned her parents, as in the plural, so both were still very much a part of her life and their world, and on top of that, she knew Zhe Yan and from what he had seen, quite intimately even if he said he didn't know who she was.

Deciding to put together a comprehensive list when he returned which he planned to narrow down by elimination, the smile on his face began to grow as he climbed the stairs to find her.  Though having walked into her bed chamber to find her asleep having waited too long for him, the smile soon turned to a soft chuckle.

Having bathed herself before wrapping her body into a soft full length towel, she had then sat at her mirror to brush her hair, but having eaten a full meal and then taken a nice hot bath, she had began to feel sleepy, so thinking he would not be too long, she decided to lie down and wait for him, only sleep had quickly taken over.

"I don't think so." he whispered as his robe was slowly removed along with his under robes.  He was still wearing the male robes that apparently belonged to her brother as they were much bigger than hers and though they were a snug fit, they were comfortable enough.  And feeling even more comfortable now that they were on the floor, Mo Yuan slowly climbed onto the bed.  

Completely naked, he placed himself between her small feet which were slightly parted.  He could see that her towel was only lightly tied to one side which wouldn't take much to remove, but wanting to reveal her perfect body a little at a time, he slowly lowered himself to her feet.

She had bathed herself in peach blossom oil and though it wasn't overly powerful, it was enough to make his head swim with desire.  Lowering to her feet, the tip of his tongue rolled up over her toes one at a time.  A small sigh broke above him, but no movement came, so very lightly his lips closed over her big toe and in her dream state, a flush of pleasure soared though her body.  The small tremble as his tongue rolled over the rest of her toes, became a quiver as her mind hung between dream state and awareness.  She could feel the heat of his mouth slowly edging up her feet towards her ankles and for a moment her mind clung to her dream state as the soft nip of his lips and flick of his tongue worked their way up her calf muscles.

Alternating between each leg, Mo Yuans taste buds were alive with her scent and taste that was unique to her.  He would know her in a crowd of a thousand, no matter what scent anyone else was wearing.  He had tasted every inch of her and nothing of her body was unknown, but even as his mouth sought more of her delectable floral scent, it never failed to amaze him how new it always felt in both taste and scent.  Even the way she moved and knowing exactly where to suckle her flesh to make her writhe, still felt new and unknown, as if he were learning her all over again.

The soft moan that escaped her as his tongue slid up the inside of her thigh soon had him knowing she was now awake and very much present.  Her fingers slid down her body to delve into his unbound hair.  This was exactly how she like him.  He always looked so stern with his hair bound and instinctively knowing he was used to wearing it up high, for him to lower it just for her, made their love making that much more special.