Fresh Embers of Love

Chapter 87

The next few days Nuwa got through in a daze, unable to push aside the memories that dominated her thoughts. One would think that her memories of Tangyue should all be terrifying. Instead she found herself remembering the times before her Mortal Trial.

Tangyue had been so kind to her, so attentive, so protective. He had spoiled her with presents. He had played games with her. He had helped her study her lessons, making them fun. She had spent so many happy hours with him, going back as far as she could remember.

"Do I need Tangyue to be happy?" That thought brought Nuwa to a standstill, while on the path to tend Gua.

"Mother?" Du She asked her, his little face turned up to her, showing concern.

She shook her head to clear it. "It's nothing, Du-Er" she reassured him.

They walked the rest of the way to the cactus plant, and she dutifully checked the ties on the stake, making sure the long fronds were held securely in place. Du She sat down contentedly, and began his running diatribe with Gua, telling her all about the yummy frogs that Mother's new friend gave him.

Nuwa sat down too, prepared to listen, but her thoughts kept wandering. Now she was remembering the times after her Mortal Trial. Tangyue's warm body against hers. The way he had made her body feel! She licked her lips.

"Du-Er, I forgot something at the house" she told him, interrupting his talk.

"Okay, Mother. I'll be fine here" her son said, waving her off.

She walked quickly back, overwhelmed by the feelings that had erupted inside her body as she remembered Tangyue's touch. She hadn't felt an urge this strong in a long time. She made sure to close the door securely behind her, and then laid down on the bed, already breathing heavily.

She opened her dress at the top, pushing her hand inside to massage her own breasts. It wasn't his hand, but if she closed her eyes, she could pretend.

She closed her eyes tightly and pulled her skirts up, her hand moving down to her crotch, her fingers pushing themselves inside her labia. She wet her forefinger with the fluids from her opening, and then brought it up her clitoris, feeling it swell under her hand.

She tried to imitate the feeling of Tangyue's tongue, when he would put his mouth on her down there, flicking her finger lightly over the swollen bud of flesh.

"Oh, Tangyue!" she cried out, caught up in the memory. "Oh, Please Tangyue!" she panted.

She moaned and sighed as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm. Just as she felt the tingling warmth spreading to her toes, she was interrupted, by the feeling of a hand on her knee.

She jumped, pulling her hand away quickly.

"Tangyue!" she exclaimed in surprise.

He glared down at her on the bed, his eyes ablaze with the intensity of his expression. His jaw was set like he was gritting his teeth. He ripped off his belt, throwing his robes back off of his shoulders in a single movement, and then lowered himself over top of her, never breaking eye contact for one moment.

"Tangyue" Nuwa sighed his name as the skin of his naked chest touched hers, where her dress had opened.

"Tell me you want me" Tangyue demanded in a menacing growl, staring into her eyes.

"I... I do want you" Nuwa admitted truthfully.

She felt his lips on her neck, and she moaned. It felt even better than she had remembered. He traveled his way down to her breasts, suckling at her nipples. She clutched at his head, wrapping her fingers in his hair, moving her lower body against him.

"Please, Tangyue! Don't make me wait anymore!" Nuwa begged.

He looked up at her from her breasts, the expression in his eyes dangerous. He pushed his pants down, then grabbed her wrists with each of his hands, roughly bringing her arms up above and behind her head. He pushed himself inside of her, thrusting hard against her.

"This is what you want?" he asked in a harsh voice.

She nodded. He thrust hard into her again, pushing her down into the bed by her wrists.

"Are you sure? You don't want me to stop?" He asked, his voice still sounding angry.

"Please! Don't stop!" Nuwa pleaded.

She was feeling this pleasure for the first time in years, and it was glorious. His thrusts were rough, hard and fast, and she was so close to climaxing.

"Oh, Tangyue" she moaned helplessly.

He glared down at her, his hands tightening around her wrists. The pace of his thrusting accelerated.

"AAAHHHHH!" Nuwa yelled out the force of her orgasm at the top of her lungs, her body totally out of her control.

Tangyue's face changed, tensing up. She felt him twitch inside of her, then collapse on top of her, breathing heavily into her hair. He pulled out of her slowly, then rolled to the side, laying on his back, pushing his sweaty hair back away from his face with one hand, and pillowing his head with the other arm.

Nuwa looked down at herself, straightening her dress, feeling a bit awkward, now that the sex was over. Tangyue had known that she would want him again. He had said he wouldn't touch her again until she begged him for it. She had definitely just begged. She had also just experienced one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Her pride was in tatters.

She moved to get up off of the bed, but Tangyue grabbed her arm, preventing her. He gazed up at her, his eyes mesmerizing her. Then he pulled her closer to him, pushing her head down into the crook of his shoulder, wrapping his arms around her in a close embrace. He kissed her on the forehead.

"Nuwa, please tell me that you love me" he requested, sounding vulnerable.

"Tangyue, I do love you" she obliged him. "but as family" she argued. "I can't love you that way."

He blew out an exasperated breath over her head. "I don't understand, Nuwa!" he sounded frustrated. "You love me with your heart, you want me with your body! Why does your mind fight so hard against me?" he asked, sounding forlorn. "You first asked me to marry you when you were younger than Du She! Why did that change?"

"We are first cousins, Tangyue! It wouldn't be right!" she said, and then stopped. "Oh, wait, that's right, we're not..." her voice trailed off weakly.

A memory surfaced in her mind, of a time when she was very young. Tangyue was right, she had asked him to marry her. He had said yes. She had gone to Grandmother afterwards and asked her to write the marriage contact.

"Oh, no, Dear! You can't marry Tangyue!" Grandmother had scolded her.

"I love him, Grandmother!" she had insisted.

"You love him as family, Nuwa. He's your first cousin! It wouldn't be right for you to get married. You can't love him that way!"

Nuwa blinked, recognizing the speech of her arguments in sudden realization.

Tangyue pulled back away from her, looking at her face in puzzlement.

"What do you mean, 'we're not'?" he asked.

"The story of the Fox Spirit seducing the Empress Tuyao has spread throughout the Heavenly Realm. It's common knowledge now. Xu Feng was not my Father's Brother, and thus... you are not my first cousin" she explained to him.

He blinked in amazement. "What?"

"It was something my Father learned by interrogating the Goddess of Fate" she answered.

His face showed disbelief at first, but then happiness. "You are MINE" he realized triumphantly.

She couldn't say no. She had no arguments left.