BOOK II: The Lover Of The Empress
The old, half‐blind storyteller was expected in the town, he came every year. And when he arrived, the same spectacle always took place. He was led into the only inn by a group of cheering children. The landlady, a tall, pregnant woman, was already waiting for him with a bowl of rice and mutton. She sat on his lap and fed him with chopsticks. When the bowl was empty, she lifted up her skirt and the children cheered because they clearly saw her grabbing his cock and inserting it into her pussy hole and she grinned broadly. She loved showing herself to the children because she was quite perverted. She had no pubic hair, just a sparse downy fluff. She laughed at the children who pushed forward to see the cock in her pussy hole. She rode him briefly until he said he was still hungry. She brought one bowl after the other, inserted his cock into her pussy hole and was allowed to fuck him briefly. Finally he said he was well fed. Now the landlady laughed happily and sank back. The old man grabbed her hips and half rose. He fucked her hard for a few minutes and the children hooted and screamed as he squirted inside her pussy hole. He went to sleep until the evening. He had to recover until the evening, then he told his story around the campfire in front of the assembled people, while a girl lay on his lap and let herself be secretly masturbated under her dress.
Then he told his story around the campfire in the village square.
The Earthquake
The earthquake lasted less than two minutes. Chai, who was currently sitting on the folding chair at the table studying the reports again, remained calmly seated, watching the 2 torches that illuminated the tent. The greatest danger was that they would tip over and start a fire. A few pieces of equipment as well as his spear and his two swords fell over, but nothing else. He sat for a while longer, but the earth had calmed and the heavens had not fallen. Chai picked up a torch and the short sword, just in case.
He stepped out of the tent. "Report!" he yelled in a commanding voice, "Report!" From the other tents came half‐clothed and naked men, shouting one by one that there were no dead or wounded. One shouted, "Commander, Haraldur has run into the village with 12 men from the guard!" He breathed a sigh of relief, no dead, no wounded. "If they come back, let me know!" echoed his order, then he went back into his tent. He picked everything up again and finished reading the report, then put the papers aside and ate his evening meal, flatbread and a cold chicken leg. He drank a cup of wine and waited.
Haraldur, the giant, entered the tent, followed by guards. The giant‐like fellow was carrying a child, a girl or a naked woman in his arms, it was hard to tell. Haraldur looked at his friend. "We counted 18 dead in the village, about 25 slightly injured. They are well cared for by the villagers. I found the girl here in the rubble of her house, she is only unconscious but otherwise uninjured. Unfortunately, her husband is dead." Haraldur lowered his voice and whispered, "They were fucking when the house collapsed." The Norse giant looked around, Chai pointed to his sleeping mat and Haraldur gently laid the unconscious girl on it.
Chai took a cloak from the hook and covered the naked girl. He ordered one of his soldiers to fetch two women with water and cloths to wash the girl. He sent everyone out except Haraldur. He sat down on the folding chair and Haraldur on his trunk. "We combed through the village, we left the dead lying around, took the wounded to the village square. There are enough villagers to take care of everything. I heard a soft whimper and found her there. She was riding her old man, his cock still in her hole." Haraldur grinned. "What a pleasurable death! Your girl rides you, you squirt and the house slays you! What a horny death! Bleeding to death in the dirt of a battlefield with a spear in your belly is definitely not so hot." They chatted for a few more minutes, then two women came to wash the girl, Haraldur left.
Chai remained seated and looked at the girl. She had a beautiful, slim body, a flawless Chinese face and waist‐length black hair. Her breasts appeared virginal to him and there was a very delicate touch of downy black pubic hair above her sullied pubic fold, which he loved. He watched with great interest as the women washed her clean with cloths and spread her labia with their fingers to clean her pussy. The women looked indecisive, they hadn't brought any clothes with them. He nodded, he was sure he had something and rummaged in his trunk.
He finally found a clean, white shirt that he had captured somewhere on the campaign. They put it on her, reaching down to her knees. The women covered the girl with his blanket and whispered that she was apparently completely unharmed, just unconscious. He thanked the women and let them go. They had been captured in one of the last villages and had to lie with the conqueror, but they would be released in the next village if he captured another woman. The soldiers always did this, the villagers knew this and rode behind the convoy at daily distance to collect the released girls and women. It was extremely rare for a girl to lose her life; on the contrary, many already carried new life in their wombs as a gift from heaven and the imperial troops.
Chai stayed up all night on the folding chair, working through all the papers, which was actually very satisfying. He wrote a page in his war diary, Emperor Long was very meticulous and read through the logs of all the commanders after the campaign. The emperor had reformed the military ranks, Chai was a captain and commander at the age of 34, he would be a general in 4 or 5 years and receive a good salary. That was enough to get married and start a family. So far he hadn't had a steady wife, he was constantly on duty and picked flowers by the wayside like all soldiers.
The girl mumbled in her sleep and struggled out of the warm blanket. She lay there with her legs bent, her pussy exposed. Her fingers gently stroked the clearly visible clit without masturbating for hours. He noticed her slight trembling and quivering when she had a slight orgasm in her dreams. She smiled and murmured and continued to stroke the clit until the early morning. He had rarely seen women masturbate, only the noble women at court masturbated while fucking because it was considered proper and desirable. The common women and girls did not masturbate while fucking, they only masturbated afterwards or when the man had already fallen asleep. Chai's head sank onto the tabletop and he slept with his face on his forearm.
The clatter of breakfast dishes woke him up. "Bad weather, General," said the prisoner who had brought his breakfast, "they say the rain will continue for three or four days, the roads are muddy and impassable for the carts, they say." Chai knew exactly who this 'they' was, she had overheard the group leaders' conversations as usual, that was okay. He told her to bring a second breakfast, every day, until he was alone again. She glanced curiously at the half‐naked girl and nodded in understanding. The woman could be relied on, she had been with the troop for months now and seemed to have no interest in being released.
Chai knelt down next to the girl and stroked her face. "Where am I, and who are you, sir?" she asked waking up and he said she was safe with him, there was breakfast and he would explain everything to her. They sat down at the table, he put the papers away and watched her, she was obviously hungry. He ate just one bite and pushed his food over to her. He said he was the commander of this troop, his name was Chai, Captain Chai. He had 50 soldiers and a good 200 or 250 other people who supplied the troops or were merchants traveling under the protection of the troops.
There had been an earthquake during the night, there were 20 dead and many destroyed houses in the village. "Your house collapsed too, it hit your husband just as you were fucking him. I'm glad you were unhurt." She stopped in mid‐chew. "Grandfather is dead? Sure?" Tears rolled down her cheeks. "How beautiful she is," he thought. "Yes," he said, "I thought it was your husband because you were riding him when the earthquake hit." The girl looked at him inquiringly. "He was everything to me. Grandfather and my biological father and my husband. I'm very sad that he's dead. He was only 64 years old, far too young to die. And the house, that was our only possession, he was a trader, a good and hardworking man." She remained silent and he said that an old, white‐haired woman had also been found dead in the house. "That was Aja, my nurse, who has been living with us again since my parents died in the gorge." He bowed his head. "You lost your whole family." She nodded and he poured her tea. "Finish eating first, then tell me everything from the beginning." She nodded and ate everything, he poured her some more tea and said, "We're stuck here for three or four days in such bad weather. Take your time and tell your life from the beginning."
Who are you, Mulan?
She talked for a long time and didn't leave anything out. "My name is Mulan, named after the warrior princess from the fairy tale. I just turned 22 a few weeks ago, we had such a wonderful party..." She paused to wipe her tears. "Grandfather prepared me to take over his business one day, he taught me reading, writing, arithmetic, accounting of goods and stock and Mandarin, the official language, he was a very good and conscientious teacher. On my 20th birthday, he said I had now learned everything well and I was allowed to run his business for a while."
"My parents died when I was four years old, they crashed their horse‐drawn cart into the big ravine, a day's journey from here. I was their only child and grandfather took me in lovingly. My mother was his daughter, whom he had fathered with his sister. My father was unfortunately infertile, so every night she lay down first with my father, whom she loved with all her heart, and then with my grandfather, who became my biological father, but she lay down with both of them every night until the last day. My grandfather took Aja, who had breastfed me as a baby, to live with us. She became my surrogate mother. She wasn't very clever and very simple in her thinking, but she gave me the motherly love I was missing and lay with my grandfather every night, because he needed a woman to fuck.
I was only 4, I watched the two of them fuck and grandfather told me to take good care and learn, one day I would be old enough to fuck and a girl who couldn't fuck well would be old and lonely. She would piss by the wayside and masturbate in public, as you could see every day, if no one took pity on her and fucked her quickly and hastily by the wayside. Only rarely could they scrape together a few copper coins for some adolescent who clumsily fucked them by the side of the road, in public. I saw these unfortunates every day and I learned how to masturbate from them as a little girl.
Grandfather liked to see me watching them fuck and masturbate, he kept saying that it was very important as long as I was too young to fuck. Aja never masturbated, she only had orgasms while fucking my grandfather and if it didn't work, she would squeeze her clit very, very quickly and trigger her orgasm.
I was never a virgin or I don't remember. Even as a young girl, the favorite game among us neighbor kids was to play fuck and squirt. Sometimes Aja would catch us and ask if he had squirted yet and would wait calmly until the boy had squirted and lead me into the house by the hand. When I turned 12, my grandfather told Aja and me that he would really take me as his wife. I was arrogant and pompous and didn't think about poor Aja, who now had to sleep in another room and who only came to us once a week and had to beg to be fucked. But all three of us got along, Aja had an orgasm once a week because she didn't masturbate and her sexual tension was released once a week in a mighty orgasm when grandfather fucked her hard.
Grandfather and I fucked all night until dawn in the beginning and he taught me to orgasm without masturbating. That was quite normal for us in the country, only in the city was it fashionable for a woman to masturbate while being fucked. Grandfather checked that too, but it was easy. He said that if I got a husband from the city, I had to be able to do it perfectly. All the fucking would wear off one day, he said, his greed and his loin strength would diminish over time and so it was. In the end it was enough for him to get fucked once or twice a week by me and I always had to ride him because he was getting older and older. I never gave in to temptations, I didn't have to promise him anything because I thought it was right to just lie with him only. We lived like husband and wife for 10 years, I loved being his wife with all my heart. And now he's dead, Aja is dead too."
Chai called for the breakfast lady to bring tea. Mulan and he waited in silence until the woman came with the tea. She smiled at Mulan and said it was very sad that she had lost her husband. But everything would be all right again, after the bad weather the sunshine would definitely come back. Mulan said her name and thanked her for her nice words. When the woman had gone, Mulan asked if he could tell her a little about himself. He said he wasn't a gifted storyteller like her and he didn't have much to tell. But he would make an effort.
I am Chai of Qin
"I come from the Kingdom of Qin, I was given a decent, average education like you received. In addition, my father, who was a captain in the army like his father and his father's father, had me trained in the philosophical works of old masters and sages, as well as in natural sciences and astrology. From the age of 14, I became a cadet and learned the trade of war from the bottom up. I actually wanted to join the famous Royal Guard, but then my father was transferred to the Empire of Nihon, in the country of Japan, as a military attaché for the embassy. As I was well trained, I was allowed to serve under him. My mother, my little sister and our adopted brother Haraldur also came along.
In accordance with local custom, my mother taught me to squirt only with her hand and mouth until I was 12. From the age of 12 she taught me to fuck, although she wasn't very good at it. But for my sake she started fucking again, because she had long since given up with her husband, she always liked to be fucked when I could and wanted to, and she was glad that in our society women had to masturbate while being fucked. At some point I found out that she had been masturbating enthusiastically and very often since childhood.
We lived in the city of Edo in Japan for three years, but I hardly saw anything of Japan, hardly spoke the language and only rarely got to fuck a Japanese girl. As I shared my room with my 13‐year‐old sister, we fucked each other until we dropped. She couldn't masturbate or fuck back then. I took her virginity and taught her everything and she loved to masturbate and fuck. Our mother knew about it and agreed because, on the one hand, our father couldn't possibly take care of my sister's sexual development and, on the other hand, she loved to give up fucking.
I was hard‐working in the service and was incredibly lucky that we were allowed to choose whether we wanted to learn and train with a Chinese or a Japanese fencing master. At first it was just curiosity that I could learn from the Japanese fencing master. But I stuck with it and trained harder than others. I learned how to fight with the long and short sword, the katana and the wakizashi, and especially how to fight with both. It impressed my sternly judging father that at the end of my training I was appointed a samurai, in line with the higher rank of warrior, so to speak. I kept these two swords from then on and nobody smiled at me after the first few fights. They weren't just bent blades that you could make fun of. They were terribly effective weapons that put any Chinese sword in the shade. — Oh, I'm boring you, Mulan." She shook her head no, that was highly interesting, even for someone who had never held a sword before. He continued.
"My father recognized the opportunity immediately and pulled many strings, so I was appointed to Emperor Long's Imperial Guard in the capital Guang'an for 4 years. It was a very honorable, exciting job and was well paid, in the end I was able to apply to the army as captain and commander. The Imperial Guard trained a lot and hard, we literally smashed invaders and robber gangs to pieces. The original doubters were impressed by my swordsmanship with the strange swords and serious consideration was given to equipping part of the guard with Japanese swords and making me their fencing master, I wasn't even 25 yet! It didn't happen as many hated me since I was the favorite of the very young Empress.
We in the Guard were on shift and had a lot of free time. Dice‐ and card games didn't interest me any more than roaming the brothels drunk. There are girls and women at court, lots of them! You were just not allowed to get caught, otherwise there would be a fight, a duel. I only ever wanted to fence with sticks, but many a pompous peacocks rejected it as child's play. No, armor and sword, to the death! I only killed very few, most of them gave up after a serious injury at the latest. I never put on armor, without it I was fast as lightning. I won hundreds of duels, never lost a single one and was never seriously injured. This brought me a certain amount of fame, even Emperor Long let me go alongside him on risky ventures. Only once did the emperor turn to me with a smile. "In your duel with XY, you should have cut off his head and not just two fingers! Now I have to put up with the idiot and hope that I have his head cut off." I was totally perplexed and must have made a face like a sheep in a thunderstorm, because the emperor slapped his thighs and laughed out loud. Later, I asked him to please tell me before the duel, but he just smiled good‐naturedly. "That's what I pay my executioners for," he replied. Still, he always had me assigned to the four when he only needed a small guard. It was whispered that he would watch my duels, but I never saw him.
Although I naturally benefited from the character inadequacies of the girls and women at court, I wouldn't call them venal or prostitutes. If I was keen on a particular one, I rarely had to waste much time and energy. A deal was struck in no time and then nothing stood in the way of sexual adventure. Most of the time, however, I wasn't the driving force, but the ladies made more or less direct demands, within the bounds of manners. I don't want to bore you with anecdotes now, dear Mulan, just this much. In those four years, I rarely or never slept alone on my mat, even when fighting against invaders or bands of robbers, there was always a commoner's wife or daughter willing to share my bed with me."
Chai poured more tea. He looked at Mulan with the eyes of a man. She really was a beautiful girl, even in that oversized man's shirt. He had an idea. "Mulan, look outside! The rain has let up a bit, let's hurry and buy you some clothes, I want my shirt back!" Mulan looked shyly to the ground. "I have no money, Lord Chai. I have nothing." He stood up and took a cloak from the nail. "Put this general's cloak on, otherwise you'll freeze to death. You don't have to pay anything, I'll be happy to invite you, or if you don't want to, the emperor will invite you. You are his subject and he certainly doesn't want to see you running around naked in the rain!" Mulan put on the cloak. "You've already saved my life, Lord Chai," he interrupted her, "Haraldur saved you, not me. We'll meet him for dinner, you can thank him there if you like. Now get going before the rain changes its mind!" He told his guard he was going to the back streets, to the merchants, to buy clothes for the girl.
Finally, he bought a large sack from the merchant so Mulan could store everything, shirts, two long dresses, sewing kit, soap and brush so she could keep the clothes clean. They went to the merchant opposite and bought a pair of short boots and bandages to tie around her feet for long walks. Everything was functional, no superfluous trinkets. Chai was a soldier, every gram too much was too much. He refused to accept anything as a gift, he was stiff‐necked and narrow‐minded. He accepted a discount, but he paid. Period.
Haraldurs story
Mulan changed in the tent, she looked stunning. Haraldur arrived, Chai introduced the two and let them talk, he had to read two reports that had just come in. Then they ate dinner and Chai told Haraldur's story.
Haraldur had been kidnapped and abducted at the age of 4 or 5 by Russian slave traders in the far west. He grew up to be a magnificent, 2‐meter‐tall bundle of muscle, he had light blond hair and a rust‐red full beard. He only knew his name, but nothing else. He had become Chinese, could read and write and had read many books. During the day he worked as a blacksmith's assistant, he had forged himself a huge sword and swung the heavy steel for an hour before dinner. He couldn't afford a fencing instructor, but he had swordsmen show him a few things.
Chai rode through the villages with his father to buy horses. At the blacksmith's they saw Haraldur and were told he was a slave and not for sale. The father said, not for sale, so‐so, but how much? The blacksmith negotiated not unskillfully and got the price for two and a half slaves. The father asked Haraldur which horse he would take for a long ride? He knew which of the new horses he would take and Haraldur unerringly chose exactly that one. He could ride bareback, he said cockily, but Chai's father had his doubts. The horse had not yet been broken in. The ride ended at the end of the village.
Now something mysterious happened, a spectacle that Chai's father would talk about for the rest of his life. Haraldur dismounted, held the horse by the reins and stood in front of him. He slapped the horse a few times in the face and shouted at it. More slaps, punches and screams followed. Then he calmed down, pressed his face against the horse's and yanked it by both ears. He mounted completely calmly and for the next three weeks, until they were back in Qin, the horse was as docile as a kitten. Chai's father watched the new man very closely and asked him if he wanted to be trained in sword fighting or go out into the wide world, he was free. Haraldur looked down at the commander. He wanted the license to be free as a certificate, and he wanted to learn the swordsman's trade with him, but with his own sword. The commander said that would be fine, and so it was. Haraldur studied and trained hard. He became friends with the commander and Chai, he traveled with them to Edo and always proved himself. He had become a master in close combat, he swung his sword as if it had no weight and he cut down his opponents like a reaper cuts down wheat. He served in the commander's unit, and when Chai returned from the imperial palace as captain, he joined Chai. They had become close friends, almost like brothers, and they covered each other's backs in battle. Haraldur had found a home, a family and a brother. But also a good captain, a well‐paid job and a crew that loved, feared and fully respected him. He didn't get involved in duels, he went up to his opponent, punched him in the mouth and picked up the unconscious man, the duel was over.
Mulan laughed at the top of her lungs. She gripped Haraldur's biceps in admiration. Chai said with a grin, if she would rather lie with Haraldur, but gladly! Mulan blushed and let go of her lifesaver's biceps. She shook her head slightly and Haraldur protested loudly. He still had the twins in his tent, "No offense, Miss Mulan, you are indeed very desirable, but the twins haven't shown me all their tricks and secrets yet." Chai laughed quietly to himself, Haraldur had let his little sister lie with him for years, the little girl raved about her lover's cock and great fucking and she missed him dearly now, for he was not one to change horses quickly.
They had eaten great food, drunk a lot and talked a lot. The guard poked his head in. "Master Haraldur, your wives have sent for you. They are expecting you immediately, immediately and immediately!" The guard grinned. "Women!" Haraldur finished his drink calmly, said his goodbyes and went out into the rain, towards the double womenfolk. Chai said they should go to bed. Before dinner, he had swapped the small mat for a larger one, taken several silk cushions from his trunk, from the trunk of loot and laid down a larger blanket. He did it thoughtfully, preparing himself for the night, perhaps Mulan would notice.
Sleep near by me, little Mulan!
She could put on his shirt or sleep naked like him, Chai murmured. She hesitated briefly, then put the shirt aside. He quickly slipped under the covers and watched her undress. She lay close to him, but she was trembling slightly. He called out to the guard that he had gone to bed and they could go. The guards whispered for a while longer, then trotted off in the heavy rain. Chai had extinguished all but one of the torches, making sure it could burn safely all night.
He put an arm around Mulan's shoulders and laid her face on his chest. Tears were dripping, but she was silent. "You are not a captive, not a prey woman, and not one who would be obligated to fuck me. You are welcome to stay with me if you like or go out in the rain if you detest my naked body," Mulan shook her head firmly. "I know you lost your grandfather yesterday, you lost your father and you lost your husband too. I can feel how much you grieve for each of them. I have no one to mourn, but I feel your pain very well. Stay on my chest and grieve!" She nodded and snuggled up close to his body. It was very peaceful and quiet.
His fingers found one breast, caressing the nipple without demanding desire. She stroked his chest, his arms, her fingers slid over his stomach. Her fingers searched for his cock. "My God, it's big!" she whispered and she explored, grasped and understood the cock in every sense of the word. "Originally, I didn't want to fuck today," she whispered, "you understand that, don't you, Lord Chai?" He nodded, of course he understood. She had been feeling his cock for ages. "I think he's ready to fuck some poor, sad widow," she whispered. He was old enough to see through the girl's strategy. "But no, not at all! He's stiff, simply because his lord and master got to look at a beautiful naked girl. But he must obey me, I am the master and I don't think to shamelessly exploit the despair and grief of a poor, grieving widow!" He was, damn it all, prepared to follow her step by step in this smear theater, but not to take a step ahead.
Mulan wasn't at the end of her lines in the charade. "It really is a huge thing," she whispered, shuddering, "I only know the cute little dicks of the neighboring kids we used to playfully fuck 20 years ago and grandpa's dick, but it was much smaller and he still fucked very well and diligently. Do all men have such big cocks, Lord Chai?" He pretended to think hard. "Many have smaller ones, some have one just as big and a few have even bigger fighting cocks, but they would fuck you mercilessly unconscious." She flipped the lid fully open. "So your cock would be in the top third?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I think right up in the top third, just below the monstrous fighting cocks! And I have no doubt about that! I bring most of the girls to orgasm, not a single one has complained until yesterday." He thought there were only a few pieces left on the chessboard and the poor queen was haphazardly dodging the inevitable left and right.
She was an unspoiled girl from a small village, talking about grief one moment and fucking the next. Her hustle wasn't elaborate or deceitful like the messed up ladies‐in‐waiting he knew inside and out. She led herself along the path in all innocence and straightforwardness, following the light without looking directly at the lamp. Among the hundreds of girls, he had perhaps had a handful who followed the light with similar innocence and trust in God. Without exception, these were young girls who had been married off to barren men and now lay down to the famous Chai, seeking help and full of trust, all they wanted was a baby, just their motherhood, just redemption from the curse that had overtaken them through no fault of their own and condemned their lives. He changed the horses daily in those days, but he treated these soft, delicate creatures with chivalry. They lay in his arms several times a day, for a whole month, until they covered his face with a thousand grateful kisses because they were finally pregnant.
Mulan let go of his cock, startled. "Why are you crying, Lord Chai?" she asked, wiping his tears away with her hand. "Your innocent, loving nature reminded me of a handful of girls who had moved me quite deeply." He took her hand and placed it on his cock. He ventured a step forward. "Out of the thousand girls who have laid with me, there were only a handful who moved me in a way that still moves me to tears today. Fate screwed them over and laughed at the poor girls. Their husbands, all fake silver boats, robbed them of motherhood, which they considered part of their happiness in life. I gave these wonderful girls my juice until they were pregnant. Spitting in the face of deceitful men and heartless fate is more beautiful than any orgasm." Mulan, rubbing his cock purposefully and gently again, smiled. "You are a good man, Lord Chai. I can't have children yet, I'm 22 and I've never had the bleeding. I've thought about it for the last few years, but if it's the will of the spirits and the gods, then so be it." She thought for a moment. "I've been stroking my clit for 20 minutes now to soothe it. It's been screaming for an orgasm like a willful child. The straight fibers of my body are screaming along just as cheekily, they too want to fuck, fuck and orgasm. The odd fibers, however, are against it, I have just lost my husband. Lord Haraldur was against me pressing a last kiss on grandfather's lips, for this mighty warrior has the heart of a lamb! The earthquake crushed his face so badly that there were no lips left for me to kiss. He buried him after ordering me to come here. I have just lost my husband and must mourn him, say these fibers of chastity and chaste decency, mourn according to custom and don't be so outrageously happy and horny to fuck!"
Mulan was in front of him again, he just had to follow her quietly. She could show herself the way to the lamp. "Mulan, dear girl, how would you go about giving in to the clit, the straight fibers?" Mulan rubbed his cock excitedly. "I would sit on your cock, Lord Chai, and masturbate the clit first, because firstly, it works best that way, and secondly, then it is somewhat soothed and I can fuck and be fucked in peace." Chai kissed her on the mouth, his tongue seeking hers for a friendly battle. He lifted her on top of him, her body resting on his, their tongues seeking to dominate the other tongue. Her pussy sought out his cock of its own accord.
"So, once you've thrown a big hunk of meat to your ravenous clit, how would you continue, or was that the end of it?" Mulan laughed so that her pussy grazed his glans hard, up and down. "Lord Chai, you may be a great warlord, but now a girl from a village in the forgotten valley must devise the tactics and strategy for you!? Well, I will be gracious with you, Lord Chai, and lay out the basic framework without sparing you the detail work." She paused theatrically and continued.
"I'd ride your cock after my first massive orgasm, because I'm really very good at it, and you'd be breathless, I tell you! If you need a break in between, I would masturbate, because I love to masturbate, orgasm after orgasm. I would also lie on my back if you like it and let your monster give me an orgasm, and I would curtsy and say, 'Thank you, Your Lordship, the gift is hereby accepted!' I would trade places with you, Lord Chai, whenever you wish, for I like showing my ass to the heavens as much as to the underworld. I'd cheer you on like a racehorse or kick you like a water buffalo to keep him going in God's name. Only when the sun rises and the guards come on duty yawning would I let you go, dear Master Chai, and give you a little rest. But I really wouldn't care if I fucked you to pieces on the very first night." Mulan took a deep breath, "That was a long speech, wasn't it, Lord Chai?" He had to laugh until tears welled up in his eyes.
He hugged her lovingly to his chest. "Come, you dear girl, feed your snarling tiger before he mauls you and then ride me for all you're worth! You would be the first to fuck me to pieces, but dying a thousand deaths in your arms would be my pleasure!" Mulan let her tongue wrestle pleasurably with his and slowly and exploringly placed her pussy over his cock. He felt her pussy with his cock, it was insanely tight but velvety soft. She straightened up, bent back until her head was resting on his legs. She masturbated greedily and voraciously, it took a few minutes before her body began to tremble. She continued to masturbate very deliberately, trembling all over and only jerking once in orgasm. She lay still for a moment and gasped for air. She straightened up in a sitting position and rode him, she was really good at that. He wouldn't have been able to tell later how many times he squirted that night, they kept changing positions and Mulan orgasmed time and time again. She masturbated during the short breaks and he could see how much she enjoyed masturbating. They didn't care about the dawn, the morning mist or the sunrise in the heaviest downpour. Only when the two guards took up their posts, weapons clinking, did he let go of her. She whispered in protest that she wasn't finished yet and he covered her with his body from prying eyes until she came to the violently twitching end, whooping and cheering silently. Later she walked beside him to the stream for their morning bath, they had breakfast and he read the reports that had arrived. Haraldur came in dripping with rain, glanced briefly at Mulan and Chai and grinned; they were both still pale around the nose and had obviously slept very little. Haraldur said, "Come on, gird yourself, there's something strange you have to see!" Chai girded himself with both swords, put on his raincoat and ordered the guards to keep a close eye on Mulan. He trotted through the rain beside Haraldur, who reported to him.
The Ogre fight
It was now the fifth night that an evil spirit had visited the camp. He chose a tent in which there were at least 2 or 3 girls or young women. He paralyzed the occupants of the tent, who froze as if turned to stone, and then the fiend fucked both or all three girls one after the other. Hard, merciless and grinning disgustingly, that's what everyone reported. He squirted his poisonous juice into their pussy holes and disappeared. The pussy holes burned like hell and it took some time for it to go away. Chai wanted to tell his friend and brother not to tell him such a shit, but the words stuck in his throat. Haraldur was deadly serious, he had interrogated not only the victims of that night, but all of them, and he had to call in the commander now. Chai didn't think much of ghost stories, he was definitely a skeptic, but Haraldur was certainly in no mood to pull the wool over his eyes. They entered the tent.
Everyone was talking, yelling and screaming at Chai and he had to shout loudly until they were quiet. Chai let one of them tell him the story, all ten of them had witnessed the three rapes. Everyone confirmed the statements, some said they had noticed a pungent smell, the description of the monster was very different. In any case, it was human‐shaped and had a big dick, the bastard! The 3 women had to lie down, Chai inspected the pussies thoroughly and smelled them. It was a disgusting sulfur smell, that was for sure. The last of the women was a pretty newlywed and he asked if her big clit was hurt. She hid her face shamefully and shyly, saying she didn't know. He rubbed her clit and asked if she felt anything. "Yes, General, it's coming up as usual." He continued rubbing vigorously and people gaped over his shoulder. "Yes, it's coming up, General, just like when I was a little girl, actually." Chai laughed, rubbed her clit and let her continue. "When I was a little kid, I did it just like you, General! I did it ten or twenty times a day, my mother and sisters laughed, but in a friendly way, and were astonished how diligently I did it. Only when my husband turned me into a woman and fucked me to orgasm quite often did I stop doing it so often, because he was always ready to fuck me when I needed again. A little harder and faster, Lord General!" Chai grinned broadly and told her to finish it herself. She did, her finger bouncing the inch‐long clit from left to right, the clit finally bouncing back and forth in a wild staccato. "I'm ready, Lord General, can I let it come now?" gasped the beautiful child. He nodded in agreement and ordered her to let it come really hard. Her face contorted, she jerked her clit back and forth and twitched wildly in her brief orgasm. The flatmates murmured that this was how she always looked when she let them watch her, thank God her orgasm worked as before. She called her flatmates together when she wanted to masturbate and then they were all allowed to watch her whip her clit to orgasm time and time again. Chai was satisfied with the performance, but he was no closer to the fiend. The women were to go straight to the stream and sit in the water for a good while until the sulphur was washed out. He went out with Haraldur.
They had stopped outside the tent and he was just saying to his brother that he had no idea when a strangely dressed old man approached him. He wore his long white hair in a long ponytail and his white beard was tucked into his leather belt. Neither Chai nor Haraldur had ever seen this man before, but they bowed politely, as befitted an old gentleman. The old man looked Chai in the eye and said, "Chai, you're a famous warrior now and I'm sure you don't remember me. But ages ago, when I was still a younger teacher, I taught you archery in the land of Qin. I have followed your life and know that you did not need a bow, but preferred to chop off heads. That was fine with me, because not everyone is an avid archer. But today is different, your Japanese blades are worthless against this evil dwarf giant, he would laugh heartlessly at you and devour you whole. Only this bow and this enchanted arrow can destroy him."
He handed Chai a large bow and a single arrow. "I'm only giving you one arrow, that's all you'll need, because you'll listen to my advice and you certainly won't miss, because otherwise he'll eat you, the evil spirit. I told you at the end of your training that I would give you one more piece of advice in the distant future. Now that future is here, and you are hearing my last piece of advice, the last secret. During your training, you shot at a standing target, standing, lying down, in a race and from horseback. I could teach you nothing new then, and hoped you would use your unerring eye as a master archer."
"Now hear the last secret, for you must hit it the first time. When you face an opponent, he will fix his gaze on the arrowhead. He will jump to the side at the same moment your arrow flies off, and the arrow will miss a fast opponent. With a tiny movement of the arrowhead, however, it is you who determines the direction of his jump. So you will aim into the void and shoot, he will jump into the arrow. Don't be confused by the fact that some masters have to spend a lifetime working on this trick. You are a master, you only have one arrow and you will not let it eat you up. Have faith in yourself, because I have already seen it in the future that you will hit!" Haraldur and Chai looked up as the old man pointed to a hole in the mountain. They looked at this hole and wanted to thank the old master, but he was nowhere to be seen, having disappeared into the crowd.
He and Haraldur looked at each other, nothing more was needed. Haraldur waved his chin at his warriors and the six of them strode towards the hole in the mountain. Chai remembered a trick he had learned and practiced back then. He tucked his short sword, the wakizashi, into the sleeve of his bow arm. As soon as he dropped the bow, the wakizashi slipped into his hand, ready to strike, giving him two precious splitseconds of advantage.
He entered the cave, drew the bow and fitted the arrow. What a folly to start with only a single arrow! Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Haraldur and his men were two or three paces behind him, weapons drawn, fearlessly ready for anything. Chai walked slowly towards the rock face. He stopped when a shadow detached itself from the rock, an ugly 2 meter tall man, half human, half ghost. The ghost laughed loudly and gruesomely. He sniffed the air. "Aah! A person of royal Qin blood! Are you the king of Qin?" Chai suddenly felt calm and strong. "No, I am not a king, but I sentence you to death! You defile our lovely girls, squirting your disgusting, poisonous juice into their cunts! That's what death is for!" The black giant laughed out loud. "He has a single arrow, a single longsword! And you want to defeat me!?"
He grabbed onto his huge cock and splashed onto the ground. "After I kill you, I will burn you with my juice!" His juice splattered on the ground and fizzled. Chai was not fazed. The monster sprayed his juice in a high arc in his direction and Chai jumped to the side. He knew all at once that this was the best position. He made the slight deceptive movement with the arrowhead and aimed at nothing, letting the arrow fly buzzing. Even before the monster jumped, Chai knew that the arrow would hit exactly. He dropped the bow and the wakizashi slid into his hand, ready to strike. The arrow pierced the ogre's chest and heart and protruded three inches from its back. The monster gripped the arrow and stared at it in amazement. "You hit me!" were his last words. It slumped to its knees, its body spraying sparks and shriveling up, smoking. Chai took three steps closer, his wakizashi ready to strike. The monster shrank, was only 50 centimeters tall and shrank into a small dot, smoking and spraying sparks, and bent the arrow. The arrow flared up briefly and disappeared, also sparking. Chai looked at Haraldur and his warriors, they had seen everything and lowered their swords. Chai searched the ground for the precious bow, but could not find it anywhere. He sheathed the wakizashi and stomped out of the cave with a liberated laugh.
The rain lashed down heavily on the camp for another three days, and the story of Chai's victory over the ogre grew flowery and even more flowery, becoming a legend. Chai spent every spare minute on the mat with Mulan, impressed by her passionate fucking and silent masturbation. They were a perfect match, there was no doubt about it.
She scratched his chest hair and asked about the mysterious adventure for the hundredth time. Unlike her, he was much more down‐to‐earth than she was; of course, he couldn't understand the mystery any more than she could. But ancient teachers suddenly appearing and disappearing, a magic bow and a magic arrow, the shot into the void and the smoking, sparking end of the ogre monster were not easy to understand either. Had it really happened or had he only dreamed it? There was no doubt in Mulan's mind, Haraldur and his men had seen it all with their own eyes, Mulan had questioned them herself. "It wasn't a dream, Lord Chai," she contradicted, "warriors like them, who have seen a thousand deaths, don't just imagine it!" Mulan was told three times how he had masturbated the newlywed girl in front of the curious and horny village community and how willingly and exhibitionistically she masturbated herself to a violent orgasm.
The Tale of Lin Po Po
How they came up with the topic, Chai didn't know later, it was about the ancient children's fairy tale of Lin Po Po, where a girl gets lost in the forest and she awakens the good in the heart of the dragon man Lin Po Po and he lets her go home. Chai said every child knows the story. Mulan looked at him with wide eyes. Chai knew that look, it promised contradiction, belief in spirits or legends from the Otherworld. "Grandfather had a small room full of forbidden scrolls. I learned to read with them, they were stories that the emperors had burned and whose possession cost you your head.
But even in this, Grandfather was stubborn and stoneheaded. That's real life, he used to say, the castrated fairy tales only confuse you, my little one!" Oh, how I loved grandfather, how he must have loved me! "Just read and decide what was of this world and what was set in the otherworld." I read all those books over and over again, the stories from the real world were deceitful, not a word about sex and everything was just planned to raise the children to be good, obedient subjects. How much truer and more genuine were the stories of the otherworld, there was masturbation, fucking, seduction and rape. Only a few emperors were good people, but most were bloodthirsty, pleasure‐seeking men of power who took whatever they wanted. I read this legend a dozen times as a kid because the sexual stuff was written in such an exciting and smutty way that I had to masturbate all the time. "I'll tell you the story for a minute, do you want to hear it?" Chai was still tired from fucking, dozing off half awake. "Go ahead, my love, and wake me up, if you have to, if it gets really dirty!"
"Three things are the same, the Wen girl, the forest and the dragon man. But the girl Wen was not a good and chaste child, she masturbated from childhood and no one had told her that it was considered unchaste and indecent at that time. Day after day, she sat by the wayside next to the old girls and widows, because she had learned to masturbate from them and masturbated nonstop like them. She plucked the lonely walkers or the adolescents by the sleeve and asked them if they wanted to fuck. The widows weren't allowed to do that, they weren't full‐time prostitutes. The men and boys looked stupid when she lifted her little skirt and showed them everything. "But not me, you snail man, I'm far too young!" She invented the word snail man, because many people think slowly so as not to say something stupid too quickly. Snail man and snail woman were her own creations. She dragged the men to the widows and bent down really low, because she loved watching them fuck.
One day she lost her way in the forest and came to a pond. The dragon man was lying on the bank, looking sadly at the water. She sat down and snuggled up to his warm scales. She asked why he was sad. The dragon said, "because of you humans. The men are always afraid of me, they masturbate me and compare our cocks. Theirs are usually smaller, they only squirt a few drops, but I can squirt a breakfast cup full of my juice. Then they tease me and make me angry, I fire shoots out of my throat and they burn easily. The women fear me too, they love being fucked to orgasm by me, but they scream louder than seagulls because my claws scratch them. People just don't want to admit that I'm only half human and the other half is a real dragon."
Now the dragon asked the girl Wen why she was looking so sad? Wen said that this pond was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, but she couldn't swim. They both thought for a long time and the dragon proposed a pact. He would swim out onto the pond and she could sit on his belly, which was not as prickly as his back. In return, she would teach him to fuck so gently that the girls would no longer scream, unless it was with pleasure. Wen said she was still far too young to fuck, but she would stay with him until she could fuck him, I promise! He should just never blow on her with fire, because we humans burn very easily. And he would always have to retract his claws when he wanted to stroke her. He said that was a good deal and retracted his claws first when they sealed it with a handshake.
So he swam on his back to the middle of the pond and Wen cheered because it was even more beautiful from here. She had left her dress on the shore so it wouldn't get wet. He grinned that she wasn't the first girl he'd seen naked, but probably the youngest. She spread her legs wide apart and he lifted his head to take a close look at her pussy. "You're not a virgin anymore, even though you're so young," he said with a connoisseur's look. She said, "Of course not, because when someone with a small cock showed up at the Widows, I liked to get fucked. So that's why, my dear man!" He nodded very, very wisely and then asked what she meant by the widows? She held on to his face's fishlike scales and gave him a few friendly slaps on the mouth. "So you snail dragon, you don't know anything about us humans!" she laughed, holding on to the scales and explaining the widows fate to him in a whisper. "Why are you whispering, Miss Wen?" and she whispered that the secrets of the old girls and widows were secrets and they were not to be revealed aloud, she had to promise them solemnly. He nodded wisely, because dragons always looked wise when they nodded, even if they didn't understand a word.
"Have you ever seen us girls masturbate?" asked Wen, as her clit swelled and came forward demandingly. He swayed his head, "yes, sometimes from a long distance, but never up close, not directly, so no, sort of." the dragon lied. Wen asked if he wanted to see it, he nodded and nodded and nodded. He looked very wise, the dragon. Wen said she would sit very close to his face so he could see it up close. But he had to watch his breath and not burn her. If he retracted his claws, he could hold her sideways so she wouldn't fall into the pond in orgasm. He nodded wisely and so they did. She masturbated with her legs spread wide and he watched from close up. He had never seen anything so exciting, he lied mischievously, and he turned his head to the side because he had to cough up a few flames. After the orgasm had subsided, he asked if he could lick her juice? She nodded and he ran his forked tongue deep into her pussy hole. "Mhh, that tastes good," he exclaimed and she decided to teach him how to lick her clit so he could slurp up lots of her juice.
She was hungry, Miss Wen said tearfully. He shook his head, there was nothing for humans to eat here. But then his face brightened. "For decades — or has it been centuries? — some girls have been masturbating my cock and drinking my juice since time immemorial, because it gives them nice, big breasts. Maybe my juice is nutritious? Can we try that? You don't have any breasts yet and it would suit you very well to have breasts, really big boobs, what do you think?" Wen nodded, at least she could tell right away whether she was getting full. "But I haven't rubbed any dicks yet, you have to tell me how to do it." "Okay," he grumbled, "but I always have to cough fire when I squirt. If I forget myself, just jump in the water and I'll fish you out again." Miss Wen nodded and slid all the way down.
As he said, she sat on his balls, which were the size of baby heads. It was a good perch and he honestly thought it was pretty horny. Then she rubbed his cock, just like he said. But she took the time to look at his beautiful giant cock very closely, because it was constantly changing colors. His large eggs, on which she sat, were a bright light blue, and when she sat on them, they turned light blue, almost white, under the pressure. Seen from below, his cock was flesh‐colored like that of humans. Viewed from above, it was dark green to light green and merged into the flesh‐colored one. Its foreskin was bright yellow, completely concealing the glans and forming a twisted, crumpled, flabby tip in front of the glans. Unlike in humans, the foreskin could be pulled back completely to the beginning of the shaft and rolled up like an orange condom, because the inside of the foreskin was bright orange. The glans resembled a pale red ripe peach, pointed at the front like a rocket tip for penetration, so the dragon man could penetrate even the smallest, tightest pussy. Once he had penetrated, however, it deformed into a huge peach that changed color from pale red to crimson depending on the state of arousal and glowed reddish‐purple when he squirted, at every jet. Miss Wen was very impressed by the colorfulness of the cock, which changed color when being rubbed. He had said to roll up his foreskin completely into an orange collar after a while, because it would only get in the way at masturbating or fucking. She didn't have to rub for very long before he told her to crouch down and at least take the glans in her mouth. She felt the juice shoot through his cock, he groaned and coughed fire, but was careful not to cough directly at her. She drank as if from a fountain, it tasted of wild berries and red grapes, sweet and only slightly salty. She sucked and sucked it all out, then she bounced her bottom up and down on his balls as he had instructed her and he continued to squirt for a long time. His juice was mostly pale white to yellow, the longer the jets squirted out. She was full, she said in amazement and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, perhaps she would drink his juice several times a day, but he waved her off. "I can squirt at least 15 times a day, so that's not a problem and that settles the diet issue. After all, I only eat a cow, that strays to my pond, every two or three weeks. Pretty thoughtless women, these cows! I leave their finely nibbled heads on the bank so that the farmer knows that a predator has eaten them." One day she asked him if he didn't want to lick her clit and she wanted to explain it to him, but he laughed out loud. At the time when Emperor Qin Shi Huang Di united the kingdoms, he was a prisoner of a centuries‐old witch. She had trained her prisoner to lick her clit with his forked tongue, which he obediently did five times a day, or more. So he still knew how to do it. Miss Wen held her pussy out to him until it touched his mouth. "Your clit is much smaller than the witch's, but it'll be fine!" He clasped her clit with one half of his split tongue and pushed the surrounding flesh down very firmly so that his tongue could hold the clit as tightly as a fist. The other half of his tongue licked, sucked and rubbed the tip of her clit in his fist so that she had a great orgasm after a short time. She patted his mouth lovingly, he was much better at licking the clit than the widows on the roadside. As a reward, he was allowed to suck her fuckhole very hard and lick out her juice like a child a pot in which his mother had stirred sweets. "Strawberry and mango," he said in awe, "the juice in your cunthole tastes like strawberry and mango!"
Lin Po Po asked Miss Wen, if he should tell her about his imprisonment by the witch. Like all dragon people, he loved to tell stories in his sonorous voice, it was one of the perks of being a dragon person. Although Miss Wen wasn't listening because she was concentrating on the magnificent play of colors of his cock, he began with a carrying voice. One day, the witch brought him a female dragonhuman into his cage. Her name was Lin Ha Hu and she was his youngest biological sister, the witch said in a bad mood, because all the cages were already full. "You can fuck her as much as you like," the witch's deep bass‐baritone voice croaked, "she won't be sexually mature for another 220 or 230 years." Lin Ha Hu and Lin Po Po embraced for the first time in their lives, because the witch separated the dragonpeople's children immediately after hatching and experimented with them. She amassed a great treasure trove of gold, because the whole world wanted to buy her dragon products. Lin Po Po fucked Lin Ha Hu day and night, like all female dragon people, the little girl purred boomingly in orgasm. They fucked day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year, sleeping only one night a week, always on Tuesday. The other prisoners had no females in the cage, they pressed their mouths against the bars, scratched their cocks with their claws while masturbating painfully and breathed fire while cumming. The horny brother and sister were an exciting and horny diversion from the prisoners' daily routine for centuries to come. One day she was gone, the witch had sold her to a king who had to eat a dragon cutlet over and over again to keep his loin strength up. Lin Po Po's mouth was watering, because of course he also loved dragon meat. On the other hand — Lin Ha Hu!? It took years for his grief to turn to anger, dragons take a little longer. He pondered for years until he came up with a good plan. As always, he fucked the witch five times a day, but in the end he put all his weight on the witch. She was immediately flat, flat as a flounder. Her eyes had popped out from their cave and stared at him angrily and reproachfully. "Yes, look at that!" he roared in rage and spat fire at her until she was burnt to a pile of stinking ashes. The rats and mice devoured the ashes in no time at all. All the cages opened, as the witch's spell disappeared in an instant. The dragon people, the bat‐goats, the wolf‐chickens and everyone else rushed out. In any case, he had everyone congratulate him, only the bat‐dogs were as angry as ever, why had he waited so many decades, centuries even, for this, huh!? He shrugged his shoulders and trudged off into the forest. "Miss Wen, did you like my story?" he asked, she took his glans out of her mouth and said, "what a tender, tearful love story!" After all, he usually told love stories. Lin Po Po nodded wisely as always.
Mistress Wen immediately had to try out whether his cock would go into her pussy hole. "A meat cock, okay," she commented. With a lot of effort, she got the glans into her pussy hole and sat down on it with all her weight. "It doesn't go in properly, but it has to go in lightly to fuck!" He opened his eyes wide, he had never fucked such a tight pussyhole before, he said. She nodded. "I'm going to sit on your cock all day now, so my pussyhole can get used to it."
So they did. He slid around in the pond all day, she sat on his cock from morning till night and masturbated to her heart's content. She tried each time to see if the cock went in easily, but it was still too early. She could of course insert the whole cock and sit on it, but it was still too tight to fuck. She drank his juice three or four times a day, after two weeks her nipples tightened and gradually her beautiful, plump boobs grew. Only once in those first few weeks did she have to jump into the pond because he had an insane orgasm and spit fire as if he were mad. He immediately pulled her out of the water and grinned wryly, her new breasts bouncing so lustily that he had to squirt hard again. She tapped him amicably on the mouth, "No problem, my horny friend, then I'll stay hungry today!" They laughed and she drank his juice minutes later.
She sat on his cock for a whole month and tried and tried. One day she fucked him so hard that he was breathless and he squirted her whole meal into her fuck hole as if out of his mind. He was amazed and relieved. Now they fucked to their hearts' content and she soon got the hang of diving down to his squirting at lightning speed and drinking his juice. Soon she no longer needed to masturbate him when she wanted to drink.
Six months later, she directed him to the shore. She showed him how to fuck her from the front while she was lying on her back. That was the most common position for human women. First of all, he had to be careful not to crush her with his weight. Secondly, he had to know where to rest his clawed paws. That was the main reason why the girls sent him packing. And thirdly, he had to thrust his cock in and out like a featherweight chisel without putting a pound of weight on the girl, and that was the hardest exercise for him. She didn't let up, she let him practice day after day. She drank his juice until she was full, of course, and made him practice long into the sunset until he had squirted out all his juice.
She had been living with her lover, the dragon man, for over two years and they usually lay on the shore, still practicing. He was so good at fucking that she almost always orgasmed. He could squirt much more than 15 times, and he enjoyed it very much. He had also learned to stop spitting fire while squirting. One day, the imperial chief huntsman stood next to the two of them and threatened them with a bow and arrow. She shouted at him in protest that they were in the middle of fucking and that he should come later. The hunter made an unhappy face. "The emperor had ordered me to procure dragon blood, the only way to prolong his life" the hunter said. Miss Wen realized that he was only following an imperial order. But she asked him to let her finish fucking her, they were in the middle of it, he could see her lapdog's backside ticking up and down tirelessly. The hunter said angrily that it wasn't a lap dog! Yes, she said sadly, the big one here had eaten her little lapdog just as she was letting the little one fuck her to her fourth orgasm. "The little one was so sweet," she whispered and gave the dragon a slap because he almost burst out laughing, "the little one was sweet and hot and could fuck for 5 hours straight." The hunter screwed up his face in disgust. He despised women, he said, who let themselves be fucked by their puppies or dogs. A true Chinese woman let herself be fucked by her husband, her stable boy or the imperial chief hunter, like his beloved empress, for example. Miss Wen agreed, everyone in the city knew that he fucked the empress day or night, the steadfast hunter. His chest swelled with pride. She wanted nothing more than for this despicable dog‐eater to finish the work he had started, as he was still in the middle of paying off his debts. The dragon bit his tongue to keep from laughing out loud. But Miss Wen had whispered to him that he should divide his juice well up in order to hold out for a very long time. An hour passed and the hunter's arrow trembled slightly. The second hour passed and the arrow trembled more. In the third hour, the arrow trembled like a squirrel's tail. At the end of the fourth hour, the bow and arrow fell from the hunter's tired hands. Miss Wen waited until she had reached orgasm and the dragon had also squirted well, then she slapped his flanks, "Now is the right time to leave, my dear lover, be quick and have a long and beautiful life!" The dragon man let out a stream of fire, scorching only the feathers on the hunter's hat. Then he jumped into the pond, swam to the other shore, ran into the forest and was never seen again.
The hunter stood there with his mouth open. The dragon could have burned him, but he was still alive. "Damn it, damn it, damn it, what do I do now?" Miss Wen nodded to him encouragingly. "First you lie down with me and fuck me until your cock is easing, I can't let you go with a boner like that, you'd get stuck in the bushes and die of thirst. Then you go to the emperor and tell him that you haven't found a dragon yet. It seems better to lie to the emperor than to put your head on the judgment block, believe me! And then you go to the empress and fuck her so good, as usual, that she no longer knows which way is up. You agree with me, don't you?" That's how they did it, and that's how the official part ends, Lord Chai."
Chai had never heard such a shitty nonsense in his entire life, but Mulan's cheeks glowed with excitement. Mulan had made up this story as a child while masturbating, and she delighted in the way her lover hung on her lips. Chai smiled. "I'm still waiting for the unofficial part, Mistress Mulan!" She smiled finely.
"There was a rumor that the dragon had slain the fat emperor, mounted the throne as well as the empress, night after night." Mulan looked to him. "But the legend of Lin Po Po ends quite differently," he said. "Lin Po Po died in the forest and the little girl went home to her worried parents." Mulan smiled mysteriously. "Would you like to hear what it said in my grandfather's scrolls, Lord Chai? Because I always thought that grandfather wrote the last bamboo strips himself." Chai was dog‐tired, yet he nodded.
"Nothing about the rumors was true. The fat emperor didn't believe the hunter because he had heard from the court gossip that the handsome hunter was fucking his empress. He had him beheaded, of course. But he never dared to enter the empress's bedroom again. He assured his councilors behind closed doors that the empress had allowed herself to be defiled for years without escaping humiliation. So he never went to see her again. He was the first and only emperor who did not lie with the empress, as was the custom, nor did he sleep alone, as was the custom later, but he got drunk every night in his women's house and slept in the arms or between the thighs of the concubines, for he loved to lick the concubines' clits. No one shed a tear when one morning he no longer woke up between the thighs of a concubine. The empress ruled like a good mother for another two years until her son came of age and could become emperor. Only the empress's closest servants knew who was hiding under her bed. It was Lin Po Po, whom the hunter gave to the beloved empress as a gift long before his death. The empress had been married to the old, fat emperor when she was very young and sexually inexperienced girl. He was already far too fat to fuck like a man back then, he licked the clits of his concubines, because the court had selected them precisely according to this criterion. The emperor licked the clit of the young empress, who cheered and whooped, the poor thing knew nothing else. Until she was told that an heir to the throne was needed. The loyal servants explained the fucking to her and demonstrated it with some pageboys. The servants rubbed the emperor's cock for months and inserted his glans into the empress's little hole to make him squirt inside. Naturally, she became pregnant and had an heir to the throne. Gradually she pushed the emperor‐clit‐licker aside and the faithful servants smuggled pageboyss and stable grooms, fencing masters and head huntsmen between her love‐hungry thighs. And so it was that the head huntsman diligently stamped the imperial labia and poured the blossom between them. The heir to the throne was now old enough to sleep with her in the imperial pool sinfully and take his first awkward sexual steps. The loyal servants showed him and later the empress how a boy should be made to squirt. But the boy was impatient, the faithful servants sighed and showed him how to fuck them and he was so enthusiastic that he fucked both servants and the empress every day until he had squirted all his semen. One day the head huntsman brought a large sack, which two men had to carry, as a present for the empress. All but the two loyal servant girls had to go outside, then the head huntsman unwrapped the gift. "This is Lin Po Po," he said, "he's a dragon man, he speaks like us, and he's the best fucker under the heavens." They had a great chat, because the chief hunter had made friends with Lin Po Po. The empress felt the dragon man's cock and balls with curiosity. "I'll probably faint, but this dick seems to be a real pleasure‐giver. A magnificent meaty cock, a straight shaft and a glans like a juicy peach. You will have to assist me, my dearest huntsman!" The first time, the head huntsman showed the empress the best way to get fucked by Lin Po Po. The empress played it smart, Lin Po Po fucked her really hard without lying down on her. Only when she came to orgasm or he had to squirt did he push his magnificent cock into the empress's pussyhole with two to two and a half pounds of pressure, something he had practiced with Miss Wen for years. The empress was totally enthusiastic and when she had had enough orgasms while fucking and was tired, the loyal servant girls were allowed to lie down with her and Lin Po Po fucked the good girls so hard that they no longer knew which way was up and which way was down. Lin Po Po fucked the pretty empress night after night until she was exhausted and no longer knew which way was east and which way was west, for many, many years. When Lin Po Po felt her death approaching, he disappeared one night and was never seen again."
Chai applauded quietly. "Your grandfather must have been quite a man to empathize so finely with a young girl's emotional life!" Mulan blushed with a hot face, had Lord Chai seen through the true origin of the lyrics? She wouldn't find out for a long time.
The Fight with The Emperor
Chai talked about his first meeting with Emperor Long and Mulan couldn't stop laughing out loud. He had only been in the Imperial Guard for 4 weeks and the Emperor led him into the garden. He took off his cloak and said to him, "Chai from Qin, the entrance examination. Not to the point of death, no injury, not a drop of blood. Fight with me!" Chai was somewhat surprised, but he placed his wakizashi on the stone bench. "A sword against a sword," he explained. The emperor attacked. Chai realized that the emperor fought in traditional Chinese. He adjusted himself; the emperor was slow, stolid and old‐fashioned. They struck each other traditionally, the sparks flying and the reverberations filling the silence of the garden. There would be no winner, but the emperor made a feint that had been out of fashion for decades. A tuft of Chai's hair fell to the ground and the emperor smiled arrogantly. Chai threw away his sandals, he fought in socks and was determined to give the emperor a lesson in Japanese fencing.
The emperor couldn't keep up with his rapid pace, his sword no longer making well‐aimed strikes, for Chai was no longer where he had been just before. The emperor's jacket went to shreds, the buttons falling to the ground, his sleeves slashed from wrist to shoulders. The lapels and front parts flew far into the grass. A shadow flew past his face, a shock of hair touched his hair and Chai was no more! The emperor turned around, the same shadow flew over him and Chai was no longer there. The emperor felt the cold breeze, his back was exposed. He turned again, Chai was kneeling in front of him, his longsword pressed hard against the emperor's neck. One cut would fell his head.
The emperor spread both arms, "rise, I have lost!" Chai rose and bowed deeply. "Damn you, Chai from Qin, you're a son of a gun! I've never seen anyone fight like this before, and I don't like to lose and very rarely do!" He sat down on the stone bench and let Chai sit next to him. He asked Chai and learned that this was the swordsmanship of the Japanese swordsmen. Yes, he was a real samurai, Chai said proudly, he was one of the almost 100 foreigners who had become samurai. He had performed the 'Flight of the Bat' twice in a row, which was rather unusual, as it was used to fly over the opponent and decapitate him in flight or on landing. "I only decapitated your braid, your majesty, no injury, no blood, you said!" The emperor was stunned when Chai's sword tip touched the 20‐centimeter‐long goldstrings‐inlaid end of the imperial braid, complete with gold brooch, on the ground.
"Such a goddamned devil of a man," the emperor exclaimed. They debated the fight at length, and Chai had to answer the emperor honestly. "I've only been in your guard for four weeks, Your Majesty, but I'll give you one thing in writing: if the Emperor of Nihon wanted to harm you, fifteen of his guards would wipe out all of your guardsmen in twenty minutes!" The emperor asked thoughtfully, "Is my guard, my elite, that bad?" Chai didn't answer, he had just said exactly that before.
Chai asked to see the emperor's sword. "So this is the famous 'Lightning of Heaven' that Emperor Teng had given you," Chai said. He said that it had been forged by the same weaponsmith as his katana. He showed the emperor the embossing with 3 horses. "Your sword was probably forged by the master himself, mine was forged only 3 years ago, by which time the master, the Three Horses blacksmith, was long dead."
The emperor became official. "I hereby order two things, Chai of Qin. First, from now on, you are one of the Four who will accompany me on delicate ways. Second, you are relieved of routine duty to train my guards in swordplay and ensure that they receive the best blades in the empire. I will give this order in writing to the Guard Leader today!" He called out, "Servant!" and he immediately appeared. "Pick this up from the ground and give it to my personal servant. Tell him to fix my necklace by tomorrow morning! And bring us some tea!" The emperor grumbled quietly; the devil had knocked his necklace off his neck without a scratch! He had been so proud so far, not even half a year ago he had been ambushed in the forest with his bodyguards and had single‐handedly slain 8 highwaymen with his invincible blade, and now this guy says his guard isn't invincible! He calmed down. "I knew a cavalry captain from Qin," and gave his name. "That's my father, Your Majesty, he's now captain of the king's cavalry and is very respected!" The emperor took a sip of tea and said he would be happy to tell the story.
The Cavalry Captain
"Emperor Teng, whose heir to the throne I was at the time, asked the King of Qin to send him the famous cavalry captain for three weeks to train the guards. When the scouts announced the ride master's arrival, I rode out on my best horse with all the pomp I could muster. He came alone, leading two small saddled horses. He rode past me without giving me a glance, stopped and turned around. "You must be the heir to the throne Long, Your Majesty, and I greet you warmly. I was confused, it seemed to me that a sack of turnips was coming towards me." I fumed with anger. "A sack of turnips!" He grinned cheekily, your father. "You sit like the aforementioned sack on your magnificent parade horse, Your Majesty. A fine horse, but not a good one, by the way." You can imagine how offended I was. I rode silently beside him and decided to wait three weeks before making my judgment. A wise decision for a 26‐year‐old, I can only say. The day was filled with pomp, flattery and greetings, your father was as safe on the slippery marble floor of the palace as he was in the saddle. In the evening he said he'd see me at sunrise. I was still in the middle of my breakfast when I saw him, ready to leave. He was waiting for me and said, "You can keep the cavalry captain waiting as long as you like. But you can't expect the horses to take it, they'll treat you with contempt." I ducked down, the cavalry captain was not to be trifled with! He drilled us from sunrise to sunset, he treated me just like my guardsmen. He said that if he had to kick my ass, it wouldn't be for the majesty, but for the stupid recruit. I nodded bitterly, because he didn't give me any special treatment. He drilled us relentlessly for 3 weeks, he told us that you could learn more from the Mongols than just how to fuck. The small Mongolian horses, the flat saddle, the wooden stirrups and perfect riding. In the end, sweeping along behind the necks and bellies of the horses in the sharpest ride, we were able to hit every opponent with our sticks. On the last day, he bowed his knee to Emperor Teng and me and said how grateful he was that the heir to the throne was a shining example to his guardsmen. I have never forgotten your father, Chai from Qin. He taught me much more than how to ride a horse. He laid with my mother Ayla for three weeks and made her feel like a young woman instead of an old woman. I smiled haughtily at first, but in the end I was very grateful for her pleasure."
The emperor and Chai chatted endlessly and he stood up, satisfied. "I'm freezing, my friend, lend me your jacket, I look like a plucked chicken!"
Mulan's Temptation
Two days later, the rain was over. Chai rode out at the crack of dawn with two of his best scouts to get an idea of the situation. He returned on the evening of the second day, tossed his bundle to the guard and immediately climbed into the stream to greet Mulan clean. He washed off the dirt from two days' riding in a minute, bundled up his filthy clothes and threw on his dusty cloak. A commander never went naked. He threw the dirty bundle and the cloak into the corner of the tent. He noticed Mulan sitting at the table fully dressed. He kissed her on the crown of her head and lay down naked on the mat. It was immediately clear to him that something was wrong with Mulan. "If you have to leave, go ahead! You're not a prisoner, you're not a girl just for fucking, but you're a free girl. If you don't want to go away, lie with me as usual and we can talk about everything. Shall I send the guards away?" Mulan shook her head, "no, Lord Chai, the guards are doing their job, they are not interfering." Her voice sounded thin. He waited until she had laid the clothes over the folding chair and he folded back the blanket invitingly. She pressed herself naked against him as usual and gripped his cock as always. "Let me talk, my lord and master, please wait until I'm finished." He nodded silently. He realized how much she had grown on him as his guts tightened. She collected herself. "You rode away yesterday morning. I lay under the covers until noon, I put my fingers on my clit, but I didn't do anything, I just thought, I was alone for the first time in a long time. Where am I, why am I here, who am I and who do I actually want to be? I got up at midday, bathed in the stream and went into Lord Haraldur's tent. "Send everyone away, please," I said to him, looking at him clearly. When we were alone, I stripped naked and lay down on his mat. Lord Haraldur treated me well, he didn't ask anything and when I said that I owed him my rescue 10 days ago, he was really angry. "I got you out because you needed help, not because I needed a girl to fuck." I said that I would be grateful to him for the rest of my life. "A hundred people passed by, you alone stood still. That makes a difference to me. I was wrong to let you fuck me out of gratitude, please forgive me. I've been lying next to you because I've wanted to fuck you for 10 days, today I seized the opportunity. Please fuck me in whatever way you want. I want to feel you, I want to be close to you and look under your masks. I came without a mask, I want to lie in your arms, whether as an adventure or as a person, I'll leave that up to you. Please come, take me in your arms and don't squeeze me as hard as you squeeze the girls of the vanquished!" We fucked the afternoon, the evening and the whole night. In the morning I respectfully left with a deep bow. I knew I didn't want to take him as my master and Lord, I wanted you and no one else. He knew it, we didn't need to talk about it. If I had chosen him, I would have told him and I would have told you. The fact that Haraldur's heart was set on a woman in Qin would not have stopped me. But I had my answer. To do Lord Haraldur no injustice please let me say that he is excellent at fucking and I have not a single note of complaint, he is a very good man and fucker, that is so."
She fell silent and Chai felt her tears on his chest. He groped for her face and wiped her tears away. "Don't cry, dear girl, I thank you for your honesty, your openness. Has my brother Haraldur told you who the girl is that his heart is set on?" She thought for a few seconds. "Her name is Lin, her father is a retired general and she would normally be out of reach for him, but her family knows him and likes him very much."
Cherry Blossom Festival in Edo
Chai smiled and gripped her tighter. "Lin is my little sister, she has known and loved Haraldur since Japan, since the years in the city of Edo. Haraldur and I have known each other since I was 17, we have had many adventures together like true brothers, we have shared every woman, every girl fucking, not just the wives or girls of the vanquished or the slain enemies. No, also respectable, shy and chaste girls that the goddesses put on our mats. Only his origins and his past as a slave prevent him from being a commander like me, and that annoys me much more than him."
"In Edo, Lin was my roommate and my bedmate for a long time. She was so young, shy and delicate that it was only after a long time that she confessed to me that she had fallen in love with our brother Haraldur, because we had always considered him a brother. I immediately smuggled him into our room and the three of us fucked happily. I knew from then on that he was "the" man for her, she wouldn't look at anyone else. Of course I know they belong together, but Haraldur and I are soldiers and soldiers better not have a family. I've asked Lin again and again, she's known that from day one and is his wife when he's in Qin, but she doesn't hold him back. It's important for her to be in his heart and for him to be in hers. Marriage is a luxury, for the day he returns home a cripple or his ashes are brought to her. She has grown up a lot. She knows that most men, at least Haraldur and I, love sexual variety and that it has nothing to do with who you have in your heart. I know that Lin has fucked a lot of men too, mostly to support our father's career, but she only has Haraldur in her heart."
"In Edo, I attended the Cherry Blossom Festival with my father. An imperial palace, the White Crane Fortress, an imposing 17‐storey fortress that towered over the imperial city like a white cloud, belonged to the women in the first week of May; all men had to leave it until the cherry blossom. Only the top official, Sten Zel, and his guests, father and I, were present. Sten Zel was from the West, he had come to Japan as a young man to study this closed empire and had risen to become the highest official.
A handsome, imposing man in his mid‐50s, his white hair tied back in a ponytail and his athletic body wrapped in a magnificent kimono, greeted us in an extremely friendly manner. "The cherry blossom will be a few days away," he said, "so you'll probably be staying here for several days, maybe a week." After we had settled into our accommodation and freshened up, he led us into the large hall of the women's house so that we could take a look at our task. The women that Sten Zel and my father had to satisfy lay on their mats and smiled at us.
Sten Zel removed the blanket from the first pair. They were the 18‐year‐old twins, the eldest daughters of the young empress. Father and I stared at the beautiful naked bodies. They had small, virginal breasts and a narrow, tiny downy black bush above the pubic fold, like many Japanese women. My mouth was watering, I must confess. The next was the Empress herself, a beauty in her late 30's. She had been twitching orgasmically the moment we entered, she had, we learned, been shitting on the Japanese tradition of secret masturbation from an early age on and masturbated whenever the clit demanded it. Like her twins, she had a slim, beautiful body, but she had her pubic hair plucked every day. You couldn't tell from her childish‐looking bare pussy that she had given birth to four daughters. The next was her mother, in her mid‐50s, who had surprisingly large breasts that sadly obeyed the laws of gravity. Her pussy and prominent clit were still very red, she had masturbated until a few moments ago and would continue right after. The Empress's grandmother was already in her 70s, but she looked excitedly at us men, for she had little opportunity to fuck anymore. Sten Zel mentioned that her mother, the great‐grandmother, had celebrated the Cherry Blossom Festival with cheers and whoops until her death two years ago. Sten Zel poked my father in the side like a buddy, "That's the noble game we have to fuck to death in the next few days! We'll share them fraternally and have enough to fuck! They will suck us dry to the last drop, because the Cherry Blossom Festival is the only official occasion where they are allowed to be fucked to unconsciousness. So, let's get started!" he concluded with a grin. I was dismissed and trudged to my room. Sten Zel didn't mention that he had introduced this new form of cherry blossom festival himself. Previously, the highest official had been at the mercy of the then old empress alone, and the empress, who was locked up in the palace all year round without being fucked, had a corresponding sexual congestion. Sten Zel, a very loin‐strong guy, was so beaten up by the 70‐year‐old during the three days and nights that the following year he secretly smuggled in bodyguards, hunters, cooks and pageboys, thus satisfying the empress. The empress died at the age of 74 in the arms of the court's blacksmith, still smiling lustfully and happily in death. From then on, all of the empress's female relatives had to be fucked really hard and in return, Sten Zel was allowed to invite esteemed friends to fuck all the ladies properly.
Two little naked angels were waiting for me in my bed. I spoke very little Japanese, but I understood the gestures of the Empress's 11 and 12‐year‐old daughters. The servant who had led me made the clear, obscene gesture of fucking with her fingers, index finger in the hole of the other fingers. She grinned really hard and left, giggling. I sat down on the edge of the bed shaking my head, what was I supposed to do with two adolescent children? They undressed me in no time, the 12‐year‐old took my cock fully in her mouth and the 11‐year‐old masturbated me, chattering and babbling. I squirted deep into their mouths and they both shrieked with pleasure and childishly‐devious triumph. For the next 7 days and nights I fucked them both to the edge of my strength and watched them masturbate in competition during my recovery breaks. Father and I drove home in the carriage in silence. He sighed deeply just once. "We have three more years in Edo. We've been invited to the next three cherry blossom festivals. May the gods have mercy on us, my son!"
Whispers
Chai noticed how attentively Mulan was listening. He pressed her lovingly against him. "I have no problem at all with the fact that you fucked Haraldur. You are a free woman and I am quite touched when you said that you chose me. I'm very fond of you too, but it takes a lot of time to take someone into your heart. That applies to you just as much as it does to me. Time will work for us or against us. One day, when you realize how much I seek sexual adventures, you will either despise me or understand me. One day, when you marry a rich merchant, you will discover, like other decent, chaste and faithful wives, the secrecy and pleasure in the arms of many lovers. And I hope to understand you then and not despise you."
Mulan protested. "I will either be a decent, chaste and faithful wife or have many lovers, but not both. I'm not a rich merchant's wife yet, I'm a very simple girl from this village in the forgotten valley, I still have a very naive, straightforward view of all this fucking. In the village it was unimportant to me when one lay with another, it had no deeper meaning to me than my sexual arousal when I watched them. I realized early on today and decided to have only you as my master and Lord, without any ifs or buts, and that carries a lot of weight for me. That was the answer I was looking for. When you came home, I was determined to tell you everything truthfully and leave, because I thought I had dishonored you. How grateful I was that you ordered me to your side and let me hold your cock again. I am only beginning to realize how the threads of life are woven between you, Haraldur and Lin. I have listened to you well and I hope that one day I will understand how little weight it carries between you and Haraldur that I fucked him. How grateful I am to you and my fateweavers that you did not chase me away. I want to be with you until time defeats us or divides us. Let me stay with you, warm your cock in my hand and sip my happiness from your lips, for that is what I thirst for."
Chai was deeply moved, holding her tightly in his arms. He could not deny, at least to himself, that Mulan was already deep in his heart. "I can feel how delicately you are warming my cock in your hand. What do you think, are we going to sleep now or later?"
The Treck
The next day, the camp was buzzing like a beehive as everyone prepared to leave. Chai sat at the table all day and added the additions to the large and small maps. Before dinner, the 8 group leaders came into his tent and he explained the next few miles to them. He set off at the head of his party just in time for sunrise, the trek winding in a long snaking line behind him. They made very good progress, the group leaders kept a firm grip on their troop, and after three weeks they reached the next camp site near a larger village. They only camped for three days, Chai had to move on. The stocks of the village were bought up, girls and women were released and new ones requisitioned. After two more stages of three weeks each, they camped within sight of a small town. Chai was still served by a few women in terms of food and washing clothes. Mulan had no interest in these things, she rode beside him when he explored the terrain or sat next to him and read the reports with him. There was no job title for it, there was no precedent for an army commander discussing military matters with his mistress. She was his mistress, that was all there was to it.
Chai was already preparing to leave when messengers arrived with good and bad news. A general he knew very well had taken the rebellious province, that Chai and many others were on their way to, in a coup d'état, had hundreds of leaders beheaded and, together with other generals, had set up an administration loyal to the emperor. This was also reported by a dozen generals and Chai could rely on these reports. He had the camp rebuilt and released his men in shifts to go into the town. That was the good news, he would wait here for the imperial order, presumably they were ordered back to the capital. But there was also bad news. In the kingdom of Qin, his homeland, there was unrest, open confrontations that went far beyond a few smashed heads and everything pointed to a civil war. As expected, the emperor's messenger brought the order to retreat. The imperial city was a good 10 days' ride away, and at the time they had no idea what was looming in Qin. Chai wrote to the emperor immediately. Qin was only a day and a half's ride away, so he gave a daily report on the situation. His unit was the closest to Qin and he could assume that the emperor would send him to Qin in this situation. He asked the emperor to accept his assessment of the situation. He would leave for Qin tomorrow morning, there was no time to lose. The messenger grinned and asked only for a fresh horse, he would not dawdle and would kneel before the emperor in as little as 8 days.
Uprising in Qin
Chai had his troops picked up in the city and gave a speech before dinner. He explained the situation in Qin and that he was leaving tomorrow at dawn, two days to Qin and his sword was serving the King of Qin, who was a loyal subject of Emperor Long. Anyone who wanted to ride with him was very welcome. The others were to take care of escorting the merchants under the command of his three oldest soldiers. Not a single one stood up. Haraldur stood up and looked into the faces of the soldiers. Then he raised his voice. "Captain Chai, commander, we all ride with you, no dissenting voices. The three old warhorses will ride with the merchant pack, we will ride with you."
They rode off at sunrise. Mulan was not persuaded. She had bought a short, light spear from a merchant and had this or that soldier show her how to use it. She had been training quite diligently for four weeks. She rode with him to Qin, right at the front, not at the back with the slow supply carts, as Chai wanted. He didn't argue with her, he just whispered briefly to Haraldur they would look out for her.
They rode like devils on the road that the messengers also used. That was how they got the freshest news. They only gave the horses very short rests, the mob had surrounded the palace after slaughtering thousands of citizens. One wing of the palace was already on fire. They reached the city limits at sunset, from the hill they could see the burning palace and the clouds of smoke. Like deadly locusts, they invaded the city, slaughtered all non‐uniformed armed men and broke into the palace in long‐trained formations. They massacred everyone who was not a soldier, the soldiers joined them in their revenge. Chai reached the throne hall with Haraldur and Mulan. The old king was sitting on his throne, covered in blood, his head had rolled down the stairs. Around him lay horribly mangled corpses, presumably the queen, the heir to the throne and other noble figures. A good 40 guardsmen surrounded the throne, twisted and destroyed by a bloodthirsty mob. Chai heard the clatter of weapons from the rebels in an adjoining room. With his katana drawn and spear thrust forward, he ran into the room and mercilessly slaughtered the surprised mob one by one. Then he heard Mulan's protracted scream. He let the bandits go and raced back to the throne hall.
Mulan near death
Two dozen rebels surrounded Haraldur and Mulan. Haraldur lay senseless next to Mulan, who sat twisted on the floor, holding the men at bay with her spear. He hurled his spear and fell upon the surprised rebels like a dancing dervish. He cut into flesh and bone with both swords, not taking the time to elegantly decapitate the murderers. The aim was to fell, kill and injure 25 men as quickly as possible. The last one fell, holding the severed arm in his other hand. Chai didn't think about whether he was still a danger and chopped off his head. They were all finished, all 25 of them. He looked around, but no one was to be seen. He knelt down next to Mulan. Her side was covered in blood, a short spear stuck under her armpit. Chai tore open the side of her dress. The blood ran sparsely, thank God, it did not gush or splatter. His wakizashi sliced through the shaft of the spear with one swift stroke. The blade had penetrated halfway under her armpit. A weapon like that should not be torn out, she could bleed to death. He tore a long strip from her dress and wrapped it around the wound, pressing firmly to stop the bleeding. Mulan woke up and recognized him with a smile. Then she frowned. "Haraldur, knocked down from behind," and closed her eyes. He held her tightly, kicking Haraldur's side with his boot. Haraldur's blond mane was drenched in blood, Chai kicked him savagely, Haraldur groaned and moaned. He half sat up and felt his head. "Mulan?" was the first thing he asked, "Mulan?" Chai roared, she has a spear in her chest! A jolt went through Haraldur's body. "Nothing broken, just a scratch!" he shouted to Chai and looked around, searching for his sword. He found it immediately; it was stuck in the chest of a dead man. He pulled it out roughly and cleaned the broad, heavy blade on the dead man's doublet. He leaned on his sword and stood up, swaying. "A cup of wine would be good now," he grinned wryly and beckoned a few soldiers over. "A doctor, a healer, a feldsher, whatever, and run and get me one now, it's a matter of life and death!" They ran off.
Chai asked how his head was feeling. "Oh, nothing major. Nothing broken, thank God. A scratch, it's not bleeding anymore. I sunk my sword into a guy and there were five or six of them holding me down and then one of them put an iron bar over me. Mulan was next to me, she swung her little spear very skillfully and if someone was careless, she slit his throat. She killed a dozen guys, I would never have believed her capable of that. A cute kitten with deadly claws!"
Chai said, "Enough talk, my brother, can you still fight? I'll stay with her until she's safe, then I'll join you. We've only got half the palace." Haraldur nodded to him with his chin, shouldered his sword and ran with sweeping strides towards the din of battle.
Mulan woke up. "Haraldur?" she asked, unable to see him. "He's only slightly injured and has gone to fight. We're waiting for a doctor, he should be arriving soon. How did it happen?" Mulan shrugged her shoulders. "He and I fought side by side, back to back against 30 or 40, he stood like a rock and just mowed them down, cursing. I was soon surrounded, they didn't see me as a threat and they wanted to stab Haraldur from behind. I crouched down and indiscriminately slit throat after throat as your warriors had taught me. I must have gotten a few, but then a dozen bit into him and a big one that looked like a blacksmith slammed an iron bar over his head. It happened very quickly, but I was able to dash to the left and slash the blacksmith's throat," Mulan looked over the pile of corpses, "there he lies, the coward dog. I crouched again and stabbed with my spear, your warriors told me that was the best position. Then a spear hit me and I screamed, and then you came. I have never seen such a way of fighting. I could barely follow you with my eyes, you just slaughtered them before they even saw you. I should probably learn your technique too ...." Her voice trailed off, she had passed out again. Chai shouted his throat hoarse. Then two uniformed royals finally arrived, dragging an old man with them at a run, an ancient man.
A doctor's fight
The old man grumbled and protested that he had long since retired, and ... Chai shouted at him. "Silence!" The old man ducked down and felt Mulan's wound. He took down the bloody rag, he nodded and nodded and nodded. Chai shouted at him, "and, what!?" The old doctor ducked his head and then said there was a rest room back there and a medicine chest. Chai ordered the two royals to carefully lift Mulan and take her into the chamber with the doctor. He picked up his swords and accompanied them. He swept the cups and plates off the table with the katana and they placed Mulan on the table. The doctor pointed to the medicine chest, but he couldn't reach it. Chai tore the heavy box from the wall forcefully and placed it on the table. He was glad to be able to shred something, he felt a burning pain in his chest, even though he was completely uninjured on the outside. He covered the door broad‐shouldered, ready to strike.
The old doctor was now wide awake. He ordered one soldier to put on hot water and the other to put a knife blade in the fire. He ordered Chai to lay Mulan on her side and pull out the spearhead. Chai did as ordered. The doctor placed a damp cloth on the wound and examined it carefully. "Nothing vital," he murmured. Then he asked Chai if he had ever used a wound staple before. Chai replied in the negative. "Two sharp Japanese swords and no idea about wound care," the old man growled. Chai had Mulan firmly in his arms, she weighed nothing. "My opponents haven't needed a surgeon to glue their heads to their necks yet," he sneered at the old man. He asked, "Have you never been injured?" and Chai laughed out loud. "I pricked my finger once when I was embroidering silk," he laughed and the doctor smiled a little. "Invulnerable and deadly, and we doctors don't gain a single copper coin." Chai became serious. "I've been fighting for 25 years and the gods had more fun with me when I wasn't dead. I've always been lucky, I don't have a single scar. The first scar will be on my heart when she dies." The doctor nodded and said, "We'll get around that!"
He took a staple from the medical kit. He was too weak, he couldn't bend it. He demonstrated with his bony little fingers how to use the clamp. Chai picked it up and bent it effortlessly with two fingers. "There, at the end, you have to bend the top one and let it snap into the notch, Master." Chai tried it, no problem. The doctor said that the staple had to be placed half a centimeter below the edge of the wound, it prevented the bleeding and made the flesh grow together. Chai nodded, he had understood.
The doctor laid down the procedure. "You have to hold your daughter really tightly on her side, she'll want to scream in pain and run away, no way! Then this soldier will pour hot water into the wound and I will wash it out thoroughly. Then the soldier will give you the red‐hot knife, I will guide your hand, but you must cauterize your daughter's wound deeply as I show you. She will scream, but you must hold your child tight. Finally, you take the staple, I will put the edges of the wound together, you fasten the staple as we discussed. Are there any questions, does everyone have our dance in mind?" Chai was glad, the man knew how to do it and discussed the mission before the battle like a good general.
They set to work without a word. Mulan didn't scream, she had fainted. Hot water, the glowing knife blade, the clamp. The doctor rummaged in the medicine chest, he brought out bandages and a small jar. He looked inside and cursed under his breath. He showed Chai the jar, it was empty or rather the dried up remains of an ointment could be seen. "They should be beheaded, the young doctors! When I was the boss in the palace, this wouldn't have happened!" He cursed like a coachman. Chai asked what he needed. The doctor said that without the ointment, the wound would become infected and his daughter could die. Chai asked, where can we get it? In any pharmacy, Sir, but they burned down the palace pharmacy! Chai picked up the jar. It says what it is, what's in it? Yes, said the doctor, on the verge of tears. Chai ordered two royals to run off immediately and get the ointment "in a fresh jar," the doctor shouted between them, "from a pharmacy, on the double!" The royals bowed briefly as if he were an authority figure and ran off. One shouted over his shoulder, there were several pharmacies nearby.
The doctor said he could lay the daughter gently on her back. Now that they were alone, Chai introduced himself by name and rank and he would have to correct something. The doctor was all ears. "Her name is Mulan, she's not my daughter, she's my lover. She's 23, I'm 37, I just wanted to set the record straight, doctor." They had a conversation. The doctor was stunned when Chai told him that the old Lord King had been beheaded and the barbarians had put him back on the throne. He described the other corpses and the doctor slapped his hands over his face. The heir to the throne and his bride, the queen, her two brothers and the 14‐year‐old princess. "The whole royal family wiped out," the doctor exclaimed, "what is to become of our Qin?" Chai let the old man cry, he had never known anyone from the royal family. "The emperor will decide, the emperor is wise and just, I served with him for years!" The doctor nodded, crying. Chai had heard footsteps and crept to the door with his swords drawn. He knew the four men, they served under Haraldur. He greeted them, Teng, Fei and the other two. "The gods sent you, here lies my Mulan, the doctor here is waiting for an ointment that two royals are getting at the pharmacy. Can you stay with Mulan and protect her with your blood? The door is easy to defend. Haraldur is waiting for me, I must see him!" The men nodded, he could rely on them. He was reassured, he had seen Teng and Fei fight, they could handle even 40 men. He had Haraldur's last position described to him and ran off. He had no spear left, he would have to take one on the spot.
The Fight ends
From some distance away he heard Haraldur roar happily, heard his sword clash along the marble. He charged into the hall like a tiger and mowed his way to Haraldur. He stood with his back to him and they slaughtered the rebels. Chai took a quick look around, there were a good 150 guys in an advantageous position above a long, wide staircase, but they were disorganized and not well led. Chai informed Haraldur between heavy blows how things stood with Mulan. Haraldur cursed, he had sent Teng and Fei off with two men to bring a few mugs of ale and something to bite on. Chai just grinned.
The battle in the palace lasted another two hours. It must have been past midnight when the last of the insurgents dug themselves into the women's quarters. Chai, Haraldur and their men caused an unparalleled bloodbath, the piles of corpses piling up in the corridors. Eight ringleaders had entrenched themselves in the back room. Haraldur and Chai had fought their way to the door and were greeted by a horrific sight. Haraldur raised his fist to stop his men. Five naked female corpses lay on the floor. They had obviously been raped and murdered, some had been slashed from pussy to throat. It was impossible to tell who was a mistress or servant. There were 7 insurgents standing against the wall, they had put gold‐ and pearl necklaces around their necks and had stuffed their pockets with jewelry. One little muddlehead shouted that they had defeated the king, that he was now the king and he was in charge! Chai and Haraldur looked at each other, the guy was completely out of his mind! "You're the last seven we'll behead, all your co‐conspirators are already dead!" said Haraldur, raising his sword. In a few minutes, he and Chai killed the gang. They breathed a sigh of relief, the rebellion was over. Chai let the 7 groups roam the city, they found some but took no prisoners.
They had gathered in the throne hall. Chai had run to his father's house, the doctor had Mulan taken there, but she was still unconscious. The doctor would not leave her side; he would not leave until she was able to stand again. "I am retired," the centenarian said, "but since I know your rank and learned that you are the son of this brave general, I am back on active duty, Lord Chai!" Chai was relieved that Mulan had come through the operation well and was now in the best of hands. Lin stayed with the doctor and gave him a hand. He ran back to the throne hall.
In the Throne Hall
The councillors were all uninjured because none had been in the palace during the revolt. They listened to Haraldur give a report. The royal guard had been poisoned, all 170 of them! Poisoned! Only a handful of officers had survived because they had been given another meal. They had fought on the front line. 427 royals had fallen, 12 of the imperial troops. 430 were wounded on their side. Of the insurgents 3,710 dead, no wounded, no prisoners. It was fairly certain that no significant number of insurgents were left. They mourned 3.405 dead citizens, most of them girls and women, who were first raped and then killed. Chai spoke up. First, the council should send out patrols of local soldiers to find and kill or capture the rest of the insurgents. As the council was complete, they were to continue to govern until the emperor had settled the succession. One councillor stood up. Was it true that he had commanded the imperial forces and put down the uprising? Chai introduced himself by name and rank, and yes, he had led the imperials here. He did not yet have a written order from the emperor to show, because he had only sent the messengers to the emperor yesterday morning. Another councilor stood up. "Is it right, General Chai, that you rode off as soon as you knew about our situation?" Chai was a little embarrassed. "I was the only one in the immediate vicinity and there was no time to wait for the emperor's written order, or you were all no longer sitting here!" The same councillor stood up again. "My questions are not meant to question your credentials, General Chai. On the contrary, I just wanted to make it clear in public that you made the right decision at the right time and left immediately to rescue us. I must make it clear to everyone here how decisive your decision was and how brilliantly your men had fought." He looked around and saw everyone agreeing. Another councillor stood up. There was a dead silence, for he was an important man and his word carried weight. "We all have you to thank, General, you have shown foresight and determination. The insurgents killed our king and his family in cold blood hours before you arrived. We all know that if you had arrived earlier, you would have defended the king and his family with your life. Thank you, General, and thank your men!" The councillors applauded spontaneously, and soon the whole hall was applauding. Chai took a long bow, not because of himself, but because the applause was due to his men. The clever councillor continued, the applause died down. "Nevertheless, we are faced with a problem that we must solve quickly. Running the day‐to‐day business is not a problem. Electing a king is. On the one hand, we have always elected a king from our kingdom of Qin or confirmed the heir to the throne for a thousand and how many years. We no longer have an heir to the throne, he was also murdered yesterday." He bowed his head, the heir to the throne was a damn good and popular prince. He continued. "For the first time in our long history, it falls to the emperor to appoint a king, such is the law. Emperor Long is a good man, he will certainly think carefully about whom he chooses. No matter how well chosen, he would not be a Qin man. I'm not offering you a solution, I'm just asking you to think about it." A voice called out loudly. "But it is also written in the law that we, you councillors and the assembled people, may proclaim one as king, that is called 'per acclamationem'." Chai jerked his head up, recognizing his old father's voice. Lin pushed his father in his wheelchair to the center, to the councillors. "I request the floor, gentlemen," he said. The councillor who had just spoken looked around and nodded, "Go ahead! The general has the floor!" He sat down, Chai's father stood up, held on to the table and raised his voice. General Chai, whom they had just applauded, was his own son, as most of them knew. He described Chai's career as a father and as a military man. He meticulously detailed how Chai had risen through the ranks without benefiting from his father's illustrious name. He had earned all this through his own efforts. His training in the royal guard of Qin, his service in Japan, his service as the emperor's personal bodyguard. His long and successful service as captain, commander and general in the imperial army. And finally now, his decisive action against the king's enemies. For his part, he knew no one better to lead than King Qin, he had proven his qualities and qualifications enough. He proposed General Chai as king, he asked the council and the people to proclaim him king, according to the laws it had to be unanimous. He sat down and exhaled deeply. He had given his all.
A King is declared
The wise councillor stood up. "We thank you, dear General, for your intercession for your son! I know of no higher honor than to hear a father sing the praises of his son! I now officially present your acclamation to the council and the people. We will take an hour, no? a half‐hour break so that you can discuss the proposal. So we will meet here again in half an hour to hear counter‐proposals or to vote."
Chai shook off everyone who was talking at him and fought his way halfway across the throne hall to his father. He knelt down next to the wheelchair, for he only wanted to talk to his father. "Thank you for your praise, dear father! But I have become so accustomed to the lazy life as a commander, I already had the general staff in mind and was looking forward to a lazy, comfortable life as a general! But as king, I can no longer be lazy, as king I have to work more than ever, seven days a week! Oh father!" The father squeezed his hand even tighter and smiled. "As you get older, your eyesight diminishes, but you become more clairvoyant. I knew this was the time and I pushed Lin to bring me here. I see my thread of life thinning, but I saw clearly as now your eyes, how the weavers of destiny spin your thread with golden yarn. I know what I have seen. Be a good king, my son, increase the prestige of our family!" Chai looked to the ground. An image from a mystical moment slid before his eyes. What had the fiend, the evil spirit in the cave, said? He had royal blood in his veins? How could the evil spirit have meant anything else? Had he simply looked into the future, seconds before his death? Chai squeezed his father's hand. "I will serve, with all my strength, I will increase the reputation of your family, our family! And you, please, stay with us for a long time to see it with your own eyes!" He stood up and the councillors sat down again.
The councillor, who not unjustly saw himself as Primus, raised his hand until silence fell. "If there is a counter‐proposal, then speak it now!" He waited for a while, but no one spoke up. "Then let's vote on whether General Chai should be our king. Raise your hands, councillors, if you are in favor!" He looked around, one hand went up, a second, a fifth. The councillors obviously wanted to make it as exciting as possible. Into the breathless silence, a strong voice from the people called out, "Long live King Chai!" some joined in and now everyone chanted, shouting and yelling, "Long live King Chai!", "Long live King Chai!" Now all the councillors raised their hands, not a single one remained down. The Primus stood up and waved his arms until silence fell. He looked at the old general and at Chai, who stood thunderstruck next to his father and held his hand. He raised his voice. "The vote is unanimous, no dissent. It is my great honor to declare General Chai our new king!" Applause broke out, people shouted "Vivat!" and whistled with enthusiasm. Chai walked quickly to the Primus, bowed deeply to the people and raised both arms, wanting to say something. Gradually, silence fell and he raised his voice.
"I thank you all from the bottom of my heart, it is a great honor and a great task. I am truly touched. But I must make one condition before I can accept it, before I can give you my oath of allegiance. I will ride immediately to Emperor Long, for I am still bound to him by my oath as an officer. It is for him to decide. I'll be back here, in the throne hall, in 20 days or three weeks. Until then, the council will continue to conduct business. Thank you!" Another round of applause broke out and Chai left the hall to wait for Lin and his father. Half an hour later, he sat in the saddle and rode off with 12 companions.
Mulan in Treatment
Mulan had said goodbye to him without being properly awake and didn't understand why he had to ride off and where immediately, then she had slipped back into her feverish dreams. The doctor took care of her and stroked her naked body under the blanket. "She probably doesn't realize it consciously," he said to Lin, "but her body does, it registers these positive signals, which also tell it that she is safe and that everything around her is all right." Lin nodded, that seemed right to her. "The doctor's work is obviously not finished when the bandage is applied." The doctor nodded. "It is fortunate to be able to physically and sexually accompany the patient in this necessary fever."
Lin was taken aback. "Sexually?" "Why yes," he said, "girls and men in a fever get very strong, violent sexual feelings and impulses. Come, sit opposite me and put your hand under the blanket." Lin did as instructed. His fingers guided her fingers along her pussy to Mulan's clit. A slight shiver ran down Lin's spine, she had never touched another girl's clit before. Mulan's clit was erect, hot and very stiff. "I've been wondering all along why the doctor puts his hand under the blanket," Lin said with a smile. She felt with her fingers how one of the doctor's fingers rubbed the tip of the clit, the little knob, lightly and very quickly rotating. Mulan trembled slightly and quivered for a moment. Lin felt the clit relax a little.
"When she is so deep in fever asleep, the clit demands it again and again. In the second half of the night, the fever subsides a little and the clit demands it much less often. Place your finger on the clit, you will feel it immediately when the clit needs it. But don't masturbate her the way you masturbate yourself, in my experience she finds it uncomfortable. Just touch the tip very gently and lightly, okay?" Lin nodded. He left his finger on the clit and watched closely to see if Lin was doing it right. "I've never masturbated another girl and brought her to orgasm," Lin breathed and he nodded.
Lin felt Mulan's clit throb and swell a little more. Lin nodded to the doctor, then gently rotated her fingertip on Mulan's knob. Mulan trembled slightly and twitched almost imperceptibly just once. The doctor nodded in satisfaction, "Just like that, little Lin." He pulled out his hand and rubbed his fingers. "Quite exhausting," he said with a smile, "I've been doing this for hours, so I'm quite happy if you take over from me and I can relax a little." Lin smiled and blushed deeply. "I usually masturbate very intensely and this is nothing in comparison."
She was blushing deeply now. "Are you judging me?" she asked and he looked at her in amazement. "Why would I?" he asked. "Because I masturbate a lot every night and because it's considered indecent and unchaste, my Lord." He shook his head. "I'm already 104 years old, Miss Lin, and I've probably experienced every variety of how people want to put down their fellow human beings. Today it's considered fine to burp after a meal, 15 years ago you'd be looked at askance. Today, fucking a woman from behind like a dog on all fours is totally frowned upon, twenty years ago it was totally posh. It's like hats, which are really just headgear, and now look around you. The crazier, the fancier, the more it boosts the ego. And if you wore a hat like the one you wore three years ago, the gloating cackling would be endless. Don't let anyone tell you, Miss Lin, if and when and how often your clit wants to be masturbated, it's nobody's fucking business. It's a matter that only concerns you and your clit. And my opinion is, get along with each other! Not getting along well would be indecent and unchaste, in my opinion." Lin smiled with relief. "What a wise man you are!"
Lin did it very sensitively, all days long. He said a woman can do it much better than a man. Men are not that good or skillful at masturbating a woman, however much they may love the woman. A woman can masturbate any other woman perfectly well because she already knows how to masturbate her own body very well." Lin looked astonished. "I've watched a girl masturbate another girl a thousand times, but I've never seen a man do it," she said thoughtfully. She paused, then asked him.
"Most of the time, when I watch a girl masturbate another girl, my clit gets hard and demanding. I often think, what would it be like to have a girl masturbate me? What I want to ask, am I maybe a lesbian?" He swayed his head back and forth. "You like getting fucked by men though, don't you!?" and she nodded immediately. "Yes, especially the one in my heart. With others I fuck with physical pleasure, of course, but I miss the love that makes it so special." He smiled kindly. "You're probably not a lesbian, just like most girls aren't lesbians if they like being masturbated by other girls. Usually women discover that they are lesbians when, first, they like to be masturbated by other girls and second, when they are attracted to girls from the heart and third, they aggressively seek sex with girls. You can immediately tell for yourself whether you are a lesbian by these three things. I'll tell you two more things. Firstly, don't be afraid to let a girl masturbate you. It's physical pleasure, not a drama. Second, it's the gods who thrust us into life opposite‐sex or same‐sex at birth. So berate the gods and not the humans, because it is only the thoughtlessness of the gods that decide our lives, because we are probably nothing more than ants to them. Keep that in mind and you will be less unhappy in your life."
Poor Mulan had already been in a feverish sleep for ten days, but the doctor was satisfied. Lin wanted to take her finger off her clit, but Mulan said she should leave it there, it felt really good and in her feverish delirium she often dreamed of having a nice orgasm. "I know," Lin said blushing and Mulan fell asleep again. She woke up and looked at Lin with a horny expression. "Would you masturbate me, please?" she asked, whispering, and Lin nodded. She masturbated a girl properly for the first time, Mulan whispered "Thank you, thank you" after her orgasm and fell asleep again immediately. Lin wasn't sure if Mulan was even really awake when she masturbated her, probably not. Mulan usually only woke up for a few minutes, she asked about Chai and Haraldur and if Lin could find time to sink into his arms. "Of course," Lin said, "the doctor often relieves me and then I fuck my Haraldur with the greatest pleasure!" Mulan did not know how to tell Lin that she had spent an afternoon and a night in Haraldur's arms and did not know then that he belonged to Lin. She ate a bite and drank a sip of tea and went back to sleep.
At the Emperor
Chai arrived at the imperial palace and sent his men to the Japan House, where they could spend the night and so on. He didn't have to wait long, the emperor had all meetings and appointments canceled or postponed. He had the snack served in the garden and ordered the bodyguards not to let anyone in. Emperor Long sensed that Chai had not come to chat. He waited on the stone bench in the middle of the garden, where it was difficult to overhear them. Chai approached him, bowed and threw herself at his feet. Emperor Long did not like these gestures at all and picked him up. "Yesterday your messenger came, Captain, that all was quiet except for unimportant rabble‐rousing in Qin. So what brings you here?" Chai took the hint and sat down next to the emperor. "Emperor Xingyung Long," he began, and the emperor jerked his head up. "Only my mother used to call me that when she wanted to be official. Xingyung Long, lucky dragon, yes, that's how she saw me!"
Chai began again. "The messengers need 10 days, and a lot can happen in 10 days. And a lot has happened, Your Majesty! There will be another messenger from me in a few days, but I am faster than him, his message will be out of date." The emperor was all ears. "Don't keep me in suspense, Brother Chai, we've known each other for half a lifetime!" Chai replied quickly, with military precision and without the slightest flourish. "That's right, my lord and emperor, they have proclaimed me their king and I told them, fine fine, but I am still in the emperor's pay and secondly, the emperor must decide whether I may become your king or not." Chai remained silent, as did Emperor Long.
The emperor stood up and walked up and down for a while. Then he stopped in front of Chai. "The answer is simple. I don't like losing one of the best in my army. I'm sure you understand that as a strategist, you would think the same if you were me. The kingdom of Qin had been doing well for decades, trade was excellent and the king ruled well and with a good hand. He was old, but always a true friend and brother. By God, he didn't deserve to be beheaded by a miserable mob. I am again confirmed in my assessment that you are one of my best, you did not wait for my answer in 20 days like other armchair farters, but realized that there was not a minute to lose. Please remind me to promote Haraldur to general with immediate effect! And as for the King of Qin, I am a lucky man, truly the Happy Dragon Long, for I appoint you King of Qin, if only out of self‐interest. A good man on the throne, one I know and appreciate. One who knows how I think. One who can think and act like a general. I am saddened that the old king and his family have been murdered miserably, but I am the luckiest dragon because a good man has succeeded him." The emperor straightened up and then shouted in a loud voice, "Scribe, come to me at once, at the double!"
The emperor dictated to the scribe a simple document stating that the commander Chai was asking to be dismissed because he was to become king of Qin. A large, ornate document that Chai is appointed King of Qin. And make a magnificent document, lad, for that will grace his throne hall." Chai whispered, Haraldur, general, full emoluments. "And then a certificate of appointment, that Haraldur is appointed general with immediate effect. So three certificates, they must be ready for breakfast tomorrow!" The scribe made a rather sloppy bow, muttered, "it will be done, I will cheer the scribes!" and then he ran into the palace. The emperor said they had time to talk to each other about private matters, they hadn't done that for years. He beckoned a servant over. "A good, hearty snack and tea, a room for the new king and Miss Ling should make herself beautiful, she will lie with the king tonight!" The servant hurried off. "Miss Ling," Chai began, but the emperor cut him off. "That's an order, damn it!" and slapped him amicably on the shoulder.
The Second Empress
"And now, my friend Chai, let's talk openly, man to man, let's leave out the emperor and the king! I really and seriously want to know what it was like with my second empress, I only mounted her once, on my wedding night, then my prejudices were confirmed and I avoided her mat. Of course I knew from day one that you were lying with her, every night for almost 4 full years. I let her return to her family along with her 4 daughters and gave her rich gifts. She must have gotten her three other daughters from you, because neither I nor anyone else has ever lain with her. So tell me, but from the beginning!"
Chai thought for a moment and began. The emperor had had his first empress beheaded for treason. One of her lovers was an enemy spy and was beheaded two minutes after her. The court naturally had a new empress in mind, she would bring a whole group of islands with her as a dowry and that would give the empire a strategic advantage. The emperor agreed, she was very young and sexually completely inexperienced, but the Emperor was in a bad mood and urged to hurry. The girl was of course in seventh heaven, she was empress now!
The emperor only realized on their wedding night that she was exactly the kind of woman he didn't want. He had the long‐known problem that he immediately squirted when he took her virginity.
Emperor Long slapped his thighs and laughed, "I still remember. I later only deflowered girls who knew exactly how to fuck." Just a year ago he had such a virgin on his mat, but the girl had been watching her parents, her mother's guests and relatives fuck for years and she pleasantly surprised the emperor because she fucked like a world champion. The emperor had kept her for almost three months, usually a girl didn't stay longer than a night or two. But you better keep getting, Chai.
Well, the following is what the young empress told me without me having any reason to doubt her words. She wasn't quite 14 on her wedding night, she had no idea about sex, didn't know how to masturbate and had never even seen fucking. The servant enlightened her literally at the last second, half an hour before you came to her. She had told the child all sorts of things, but had certainly forgotten to tell her a lot. You had come into the bedroom, taken her virginity and squirted immediately. The girl had screamed, because no one had told her about tearing her hymen. She had immediately chased her new husband out of the bedroom and cried to the servant. She never wanted to see this ruffian who had hurt her so much in the bedroom again! The servant knew what to do, they would tell the emperor that she was pregnant and that she was so unwell that he was no longer advised to visit her.
"What," Emperor Long exclaimed, "she wasn't pregnant at all!?" Chai nodded, "Yes, that's right, your majesty, you were shamelessly lied to." The emperor slapped his thigh, laughing. "I had a lot on my mind at the time and was glad I didn't have to deal with that bitchy scraper." Chai laughed too, then continued. "The servant remembered me, I had often fucked her when the empress was late." The emperor asked, "So you've already fucked the first empress?" the emperor asked, "What a rogue you are!" Chai realized that the emperor wanted to hear a good story and was not at all angry with him. "Yes, Your Majesty, I came back from Japan with my chest swelling with pride, I had been promoted to samurai, and ..." The emperor jumped in again. "I remember it dimly, it was read to me from your personal file, but I paid no further attention. Tell me about it!"
The Samurai
Chai smiled, the Emperor would like that. "At the end of the training, the fencing master was quite enthusiastic about my skills, after all, a thick beam would shine on him from the glow of light. He tricked and tricked and I was one of maybe 100 foreigners who became samurai and got a piece of land. He had ordered these two swords for me, which I always carry, from the best weaponsmith in the area, in the name of the emperor. The armorer made these two wonderful swords with special care, they have really stood the test of 20 years and are as razor‐sharp as on the first day. He presented me with the swords on behalf of the Emperor of Nihon. I thought about it later and I'm sure that the emperor knew nothing about me and would rather have rammed a sword down my throat if he had known me at all. I would have thought his empress more likely to give me this precious gift, as she had me smuggled into her bedroom once or twice a week and only released me at dawn. I had to lean heavily on my fighting stick when I went home, if you know what I mean, Your Majesty!"
"I have to tell you that all the legends about faithful wives in Japan are simply false. As long as a Japanese woman is a virgin, she has no sexual drive, apart from masturbating. But once she has lost her virginity, a switch in her head flips and she wants to fuck no matter what. This also applies to the Empress and so it came to be that, among other lovers, she ordered me to fuck her at least once a week."
The emperor laughed and slapped his thigh, "you rascal at home and abroad! But tell me, didn't you get a piece of land?" Chai grinned from ear to ear. "The fencing master had prepared me well, I got a spot on the empress's property right on the rocky coast, a village called Shi Shi Ma, 146 inhabitants and fields of less than 8 square kilometers. But it was mine, mine, mine, damn it! The fencing master accompanied me with my entourage, he presented the villagers with my deed, which had been signed by the empress, and then the villagers had their wives file past us. My taking of the land was not perfect until I had spent a night with one of my subjects. As lord of the village, I had the right to choose any woman. Majesty, it was the greatest disgrace of my 23 years of life! Mercy, gods, I exclaimed one after the other, the good people didn't understand Chinese and my fencing master wanted to sink into the ground. Your Majesty, hold on tight! First the 60‐year‐olds walked past us, then came the 65‐year‐olds and then the 70‐year‐olds pranced past me, their eyes twinkling. I told the fencing master that I would tear up the certificate and ride home without a country. He was really down, the invincible fencing master. But he got up, he didn't give in. Outraged, the villagers showed us three young girls in their late 20s. I looked at them hopefully. Two were heavily pregnant and ugly as night. I would have had my eyes blindfolded, Your Majesty, but I really wanted to become a real samurai! The third, however, looked quite passable, was quite slim and muscular from working in the fields. I nodded to the fencing master and a half‐hour palaver ensued. I didn't understand much, nothing really, except that it was about money. The fencing master said quietly to me that the bridewealth had been negotiated, that she had only been married two months and that her husband would sit outside the door all night with an axe on his thighs, if she called for help. He himself would only write down the time when I went into the house with her and when I came out in the morning, he would have to swear to it before a notary. Whether I played cards with the young woman or actually fucked her was immaterial. We went into the house, the fencing master made a note and disappeared into the only village pub. The husband actually sat down in front of the house, without an axe of course, and I spoke to him soothingly, showing him the bag with the bridewealth. He was on the verge of tears, but he nodded to us and indicated with his chin that we should go inside. I had some respect for this simple peasant who sat outside in the rain, listening to make sure his wife was not harmed. She wasn't particularly pretty, but by no means ugly. She was 18, almost 19, she said, that much I understood. She put my hand on her stomach, I asked, "Child?" and she nodded. "Please make me a child," she said several times, if I understood her correctly. We fucked almost nonstop until sunrise, she made those soft kitten cries like all Japanese women, she liked to fuck as thirsty like a drowning woman. She orgasmed very easily and incredibly often while fucking. Her husband always came in when she cried out softly in orgasm, but she would chatter furiously to him and send him right out. I didn't care that he was gawking. I guessed he wasn't a good fucker and she was very hungry for a good fucking. At sunrise I had had enough and went out to him, I gave him the bag of money, because as a dumb foreigner I couldn't know that the money was hers. She came out to us naked, I reached into my wallet and counted out one, two, five gold coins extra and put them in the bag. He accompanied me to the village pub, where we picked up the fencing master and our companions. I don't know what the husband parleyed with the fencing master for so long, but he seemed appeased and even shook my hand with a smile as we said goodbye.
We rode home at a leisurely pace and I naturally asked the fencing master what the husband had said to him. He thought for a long time and said that he had given his word not to tell me anything. But he was talking to my horse, he was allowed to hear it. The husband was surprised that I had given him an extra 5 gold coins, with which he could buy 10 piglets or 2 dairy cows, but he would have to think about it. He had only left the door ajar and had watched the fucking all night. He had been annoyed at how passionately his young wife was fucking my big cock, he couldn't help it because he only had a smaller cock. He was very upset that his wife was secretly masturbating during my breaks, which was very indecent and very unchaste. He knew how to masturbate, of course, because his mother had secretly hidden from his father in the stable with the animals, to masturbate in secret. He had always watched her from the hayloft, where he hid with the maid. The maid was also very annoyed at what the mother was up to, because the mother pretended to be decent and chaste. The maid said how unchaste it was for a woman to masturbate for her own pleasure. She never did, after fucking she just tapped her clit for a few minutes and triggered her orgasm, he had seen that time and time again and it wasn't unchaste. And, dear horse, he wanted to prattle on about the early fucking with his chaste mother, but we didn't have time for that, I said. Anyway, he was very disappointed when his wife confessed to the new samurai that she had been masturbating every night since early childhood and since she was married, she had been doing it secretly at night as soon as he fell asleep. But what caused him the most headaches was that his wife had repeatedly begged the samurai to make her a child, because her husband couldn't manage it with his short fucking. He was very sad. That was all, you horse, but keep it to yourself!" Emperor Long slapped his thighs, laughing like he hadn't in a long time.
Ayla and the Witch
Chai remembered to ask the emperor about his mother, courtesy dictated. "And, Your Majesty, may I ask how Princess Ayla is doing, I hope she is well?" The emperor became serious. "It's good of you to remember her, dear Chai, dear King. Unfortunately, she hasn't been with us for years, she passed away five years ago. She was the best mother in the world, she was my wife all my life, that was no secret. From childhood, she took my little boy's cock in her mouth and made me squirt into daily. At 9 she taught me all the secrets of fucking. Even in old age, I used to sneak up to her every morning before sunrise because she wouldn't let anyone else take care of my morning wood, the good girl! Haven't I already told you how she made my cock? No? Well, I was about 12 and she wasn't at all happy about my little boy cock. One day she brought an ancient witch into the house and twice a day she made me a horrible tea from various herbs. Her condition was that I had to fuck the ugly witch two or three times a day in front of my mother, because that was how the witch checked how far her cure was and which herbs had to be dosed and how. She was satisfied after half a year and disappeared. My cock had grown bigger and thicker, it had turned into a meat cock. The witch had explained to my mother why she couldn't be satisfied with my cock. The cock consisted of a sponge that filled with blood for fucking and then emptied again after squirting. My mother was stupid enough to believe this old wives' tale. But one thing was true, Ayla almost always orgasmed with my new cock and I could fuck all night long, no matter how many times I had squirted. Ayla had taken care of that cock and I'm still grateful to her today."
Chai offered his condolences; he had never met Ayla in person and only knew of her from gossip at court. "So, do you still have your land, in the Nihon Empire?" asked Long, wanting to get away from his sad topic. "I think so, Your Majesty, I left it in trust to the fencing master back then, and to this day I receive a handful of silver every year from my banker, even though the fencing master has been dead for a long time, as one of his sons wrote to me. But I have never been back to Japan and I don't know whether I made the thirsty girl a child or not."
The Story of The Empress
The emperor had been walking up and down for a while and now stopped. "We took a long detour, you wanted to tell me how things went with my empress." Chai tore himself away from the memories of the sex‐starved child in Japan and searched for his thread again. "When I found out during our first conversation over tea and saw through everything in a flash, I advised her to banish the stupid servant ladies to the kitchen immediately and take two servants of my choice, decent, clever and loyal girls who would stay with her until the end. No, Your Majesty, I was not yet the Empress's lover then.
She invited me to tea every day and we only talked about sex and fucking. I was blown away, the pretty child had no idea, Your Majesty, no idea! I knew how diligently Your Majesty pursued sexual adventures and I first wanted to bring your wife up to speed so that I could serve you in this roundabout way. I had only been in your service for a few weeks at the time and I loved you as your most loyal subject because I saw your actions and decisions every day. I protected your body with my swords, but nothing was hidden from me.
After the first week of theoretical instruction in fucking, the Empress demanded to see my cock. I said it was only reciprocal. She reluctantly gave in, she felt my cock extensively and I explained everything to her. I took her finger and let her explore her pussy and clit and explained everything to her.
For a few days, she guided my cock millimetre by millimetre into her fuck hole, she wanted to get to know the physical sensation. Only after 12 or 14 days did she carefully feel her way to fucking, and when she had explored everything, she let herself be fucked. She just wanted to take it slowly, she pulled my cock out so far when I was squirting that she could see me squirting inside very clearly. She was pregnant in no time and we fucked as often as we could. I was very strict about not missing a moment of my service and sometimes made her wait, but she understood my priorities.
I taught her from the beginning to orgasm while fucking, not with her fingers, but with her mind. She learned eagerly, Your Majesty! I summoned her servants and ordered them to masturbate the empress 5 times in the morning and 5 times in the afternoon and show her and let her try it herself. I insisted that after a month, the empress could masturbate herself and one servant after another fine. She could, it didn't take a month.
Your Majesty, her first daughter was not your child, nor were the other three. The Empress was made for childbirth, she gave birth to the 4 daughters with almost no pain and in less than 20 minutes. She was pregnant all those 4 years and was the only one of my mistresses at the time that I fucked every goddamn day.
I was wholeheartedly grateful to you, Your Majesty, for not exposing her infidelity and sending her and her daughters back to their parents in disgrace, but with full honors and rich gifts. I would have despaired if you had exposed her to public ridicule and worse. I loved her dearly, but I never forgot that she was the empress and your wife." Chai fell silent and the Emperor picked up the thread.
"My dear Chai, how grateful I was then, that you took the burden of married life off my shoulders. I knew you quite well and knew that you would do the job well without my command. I was free for my sexual adventures, I had both hands full with governing. From day one, I forbade my parrots from pursuing the empress's love life or spying on her. I didn't allow myself to get caught up in interrogations, tawdriness or explanations, I needed elbow room. And you played a major part in that. I didn't envy you for a second the job of fucking an inexperienced kid. It seemed to me that she liked it quite well, and so did you. I never had the feeling of being a cuckolded husband, on the contrary, how hard it would have been for me to order you or anyone else to fuck the Empress day after day!"
"I now have two sons, my dear, perhaps I am indeed their father. I have already fathered well over 100 bastards and am paying for their well‐being. My older son is still quite immature at the age of 16, he still sleeps and fucks with his mother and only dares to fuck the odd servants in secret. The other son is only 14, but he is very much to my taste. He's been fucking his mother since he was 8 to free himself from the pressure of semen five times a day, but he's insanely inquisitive. He keeps asking me to get him another teacher or a new one. He learns like a sponge soaking up water. I watch his progress with great pride, he will be a good emperor and if I do not die in time, I will give him a kingdom so that he can learn the hardships of ruling."
"For example, a week ago he pulls me by the sleeve into the garden, where it's hard to be overheard. I signaled my guards not to let anyone in and asked him, what's on your mind, son? He didn't hesitate for a second. Did I know he was fucking Mom? I laughed and said, of course, son, that's why there are hundreds of court parrots who report everything to the emperor. Well, he said, I've been fucking her for 6 years. But we only fuck 5 times a day, she doesn't want it more often. She prefers to masturbate, a dozen times a day. Of course I want to fuck her more often, but she blocks it and I love her very much and don't want to do violence to her. I wanted to get your advice, father! I smiled and said that of course, as emperor, I could give my concubine, who is no longer an empress, an order and she would, goddammit, obey! But it would be a gross tactical error. Better learn to use the given facts to your advantage. So, you want to fuck more often, okay, fact. She masturbates a dozen times a day, okay, fact. Does she lock herself up or can you watch her do it? Oh, he said, she likes to let me watch because she thinks it's really cool. But I rarely stay, it's boring in the long run, father. Slowly, my son, slowly! Stay with her, watch exactly when she starts the final spurt. The time when she forgets everything around her and just races towards her orgasm, understand? I can always tell, father! Well then, know that when a woman is in the final spurt, she doesn't look left or right, just stubbornly straight ahead. Stick your cock into her final spurt, she won't deny you one hundred percent. Now fuck her good and hard, as all women get a better orgasm when they are fucked during orgasm. That's why the first empress, who was the daughter and wife of the first emperor, introduced the custom that girls must masturbate while being fucked. You'll see that you get to fuck her a dozen times, my son!"
"Wise advice, Your Majesty, for I too have been aware of this phenomenon for a long time." Emperor Long smiled quietly and stroked his beard. "Chai, my dear friend, I am truly glad that you are the king of Qin. Hopefully we'll have more clever and witty conversations like this one." A servant approached. The cooks were ready, the empress would already be present. The emperor and Chai strolled leisurely through the garden. "I'm curious," said the emperor, "how you like the new empress. She's been my empress for eight months, she's a tiger in bed and gives me room to breathe." "For sexual adventures, I suppose, Your Majesty," Chai said and Emperor Long nodded. "I don't care how many bastards I have. You'll see my two sons apart from the empress and my four best advisors. I'll take you aside after the desserts, I'm interested in your impressions. And of course, Miss Ling will be sitting to your left, I've arranged for you to fuck her, I don't think you'll be disappointed." Chai bowed as he left to thank him and to express that he had understood the order.
The Banquet
The banquet was excellent, Emperor Long introduced him to everyone as the new King of Qin. Chai sized everyone up in seconds, he knew he was very rarely wrong. The elder son was a very superficial nobody, and despite his efforts, no conversation ever took place. The younger son was a clever, bright mind who quickly captivated him with questions about what things he would tackle as the new king? He named a few things, but he unobtrusively changed the subject. The boy was pale and unsteady like many youths who masturbated too much or fucked too much. He lowered his voice and confided in the boy that he had fucked around way too much at his age and thank God he had realized at the right time that he needed to slow down a bit on the squirting or he would lose sight of his goals, and he wanted to train for the famous Kingsguard at all costs. He left the subject and the boy when he realized the little one had something to think about.
He greeted the empress true to form. A real fucknoodle, very superficial and hell bent on flirting with him. He remained polite and kept his distance, but thankfully the emperor's four advisors approached him and kidnapped him. An interesting conversation soon ensued, as the advisors wanted to know everything about the uprising and asked him specific questions, which he was only able to answer in part. He made his way to the safe shore, he had only been in Qin for a few days and knew nothing concrete about this or that, apart from military matters, where he could maintain his clear, firm position. But one thing was certain, and he had promised Emperor Long with a handshake: the economy, trade and joint projects would continue and expand without interruption. Qin was not a foreign state, but a loyal kingdom of the empire under the heavens. He had served several emperors for more than 20 years and he would not change that. He asked for some time to familiarize himself with the kingdom, but he would be glad if the gentlemen advisors would bring problems or issues to be resolved to him in a timely manner before an annoying pimple turned into a tumor. In the end, the obvious prime put his arm around his shoulders as if by chance, and Chai knew that these advisors were willing to work with the new king. At a hint from the Emperor, they all made their way to the table. He widened his eyes as the girl Ling took a seat next to him. Emperor Long had not promised too much, the girl was first class, hot and beautiful. She was obviously educated and a front‐row court lady. She never interrupted or interfered in his conversation, but she found the gaps to whisper softly to him. "You already know me, King Chai," she began very quietly, as it was only meant for his ears. "Mind you, you were Chai then, bodyguard to the emperor." He rummaged through his memory with her face, to no avail. "Days after the empress was sent from court, I lay with you." An image popped up in his mind, now it was clear. "You were the girl Ling, 13 at the time, and you lay with me for two weeks. You comforted me and lifted me up because the empress's departure hit me pretty hard." She nodded, her eyes shining. "Yes, Chai, you were my first husband, I was already 13 and you treated me like a princess. I gave you my virginity, rejoicing, and fucked you for two weeks. You told me when I left that I should read a lot more old books, but not the trash that the bored ladies of the court devoured. I took it to heart and read more than my teachers. I became a lady‐in‐waiting and Emperor Long realized what a treasure was between my ears. I was allowed to accompany him on many journeys and warm his mat, which I took as an honor." He looked at her and she smiled, "My dear, the empress obviously wants to flirt with you and is contorting herself to show you her pussy!" He nodded and felt he had to do her the honors and turned to the Empress. He acted very surprised and raised his eyebrows several times as if he had never seen a pussy before. Her eyes flirted, for she was undoubtedly the only desirable creature between here and the Mekong. How could she have guessed that he would let himself be chopped off before he went after the emperor? He played along with her game for a short while, but was distracted by the younger son, who asked him if he had been allowed to lie with his mother when he was young? He lied and said only until he entered the royal academy. He shook his head imperceptibly to signal that this was not an issue at the table. The boy blushed slightly and turned to the empress, for he had long since reached his goal of fucking the empress. His mother scolded him terribly, but the empress, grinning broadly, let the boy fuck her whenever he stroked her legs like a cat. The empress found it amusing to let the little boy fuck her in between, as a kind of afternoon snack. He fucked her with his cute little boy's cock for no more than two minutes, kissed her on the cheek and ran off.
"Do you know the Empress better," he asked Ling quietly, his eyes gliding over the company. "Well, she's pretty fucked up, her preference is bellboys and little boys under 15, but she fucks all comers right down to the old men, sure. That's what she sees as the point of being empress, she neither politicizes nor intrigues. She would never fight for a lover, why should she? She is a fish that lays its eggs in the sand and swims on." Chai kissed her fingertips as the emperor looked over and then smiled contentedly. Ling murmured, "The emperor loves her body and her technique, but he will soon demote her to concubine and a new star will rise in the sky. This is how he is, this is how he was, this is how he will always be. Nevertheless, he is a very good ruler and has a remarkable record."
Chai kissed her fingertips again and looked directly at her. "You wanted to say something else about the empress," he breathed. Ling returned his gaze firmly. "We fuck each other occasionally, we both have a thing for girls, but we're not lesbians, at least I'm not. She's one of the few women in the court who knows how to fuck clit‐on‐clit." Chai mumbled that he knew what it was, he had seen it before. Ling nodded and continued. "She has a clit well suited to it, as do I, and we take turns being the dominant, fucking the other to madness. It's purely physical activities, we're very differently educated and can't really have a proper conversation."
Chai said after a while, "We've had very different lives since then, I'm king now and you're a hot, smart lady‐in‐waiting of the first rank. I've wondered for some time if the Emperor, knowing of our brief affair back then, ordered that night?" Ling pondered. "I can't rule it out, because he has his spies everywhere, especially at court. But it seems more likely to me that he likes you somehow and wanted to put someone, he thinks a lot of, in your arms. He appreciates me because I made it clear to him pretty quickly that I'm happy to fuck him if it suits us both, but that I'm not for one second willing to join the long line of his sex toys. He picked up on that, it showed him some kind of resistance and that was the best I could do concerning him. I think he wanted to give you a special gift, something out of the ordinary."
Chai nodded and commended himself, he had seen the look on the Emperor's face. He followed the emperor into a small room and closed the door behind him. Without waiting for the Emperor's questions, he began his report, ticking off one by one, the Empress last. He mentioned that she was very flirtatious, but he couldn't do anything with that. The emperor nodded, "and the Ling?" He said she was impressive and he was happy to follow the emperor's command. Long clicked his tongue like a recruit clicking, when admiring a pretty ass. "Ling is a real tiger, my friend, you'll be whooping, hollering and coming to breakfast on a walking stick! I want you to feel good and I can't command that!" He thought for a moment. "What would you advise me to do with the older son? He's getting to the age where he should do something." Chai thought for a long time. "Your Majesty is right, the younger one is by far better suited to ruling. I would give him a job or a department where he can feel like the emperor's son, but where a wrong decision won't cause much damage, where there are sensitive professionals who can guide his hand. Fisheries Minister. Nothing political, nothing military. He's not a bad person, but it's not given to him. If I were a religious person, I'd blame the gods, that's what they're there for." Emperor Long looked at him for a long time. Shrugging his shoulders, he said, "Gods." He looked to the ground. "He's still fucking his mother, he won't look at anyone else. He'll get a post where his mother can accompany him. At least she's got both feet on solid ground. The younger one is made of better stuff, he's gradually freeing himself from his mother's embrace, he nibbles on servants, the ladies‐in‐waiting and recently he's been nibbling on the horny empress! That's good, the world is wide and boundless, it doesn't end at Mom's skirts!" He nodded and the conversation was over. They went back to the company.
A Special Night
It was a special night for Chai and Ling. They had both had very little wine to consciously experience the night and Chai had two more bottles of wine tucked under his arm, perhaps they were getting thirsty. He looked at her naked body, but she was a grown woman now and no longer the trembling 13‐year‐old girl who wanted to give her virginity to the famous warrior. He couldn't remember the young girl's body, the moment of her deflowering or all the fucking afterwards. He held her in his arms as she lay with him. He told her that he hardly remembered then. She nodded, he felt the movement of her head on his chest. "It was my first time, it was my own decision and yet I was shaking like a leaf with fear and anticipation. You were one of the few sensitive men I've ever fucked. You prepared me for the deflowering with gentle words and were incredibly gentle, even though it is actually an aggressive event. Within seconds I felt no more pain and whispered for you to fuck me and feel free to squirt inside because I wasn't bleeding at the time. My pussy adapted well to your cock and I had my first orgasms while fucking. At that time I only knew orgasms from masturbating every night, these were somehow different, on the one hand gentler and yet powerful. I have never forgotten my first time, it was an event that turned my sex life upside down and opened the door to a new world. I learned that you wanted to fuck out of infatuation or out of calculation to achieve something. That you could fuck because you were ordered to, or when you had a girl's body pressed to your chest and you had to fuck her driven by instinct. Fucking was sometimes like currency, you got paid or you bought something."
They were silent for a while, the fucking could wait a bit. She gently stroked her clit; as so often, he was sleepy and not really awake yet. "The second important thing, my love, was that you kicked my ass. My grandfather taught me to read for ten years, the good man. And what did I do with it? I read the cheap trashy novels of the ladies‐in‐waiting. You opened my eyes. The stupid mule had to be kicked in the ass. What did I want, you asked the little 13‐year‐old. It's something special to be able to read, thousands can't. And what are you going to do with this gift? I've never forgotten that sentence. What are you going to do with this gift? I understood. I went straight to the archivist and he asked me what I wanted to read, laws, travelogues, astronomy? I said something to help me understand the world better. So I went to the philosophers and had to read aloud three times and think about what he wanted to say. I became wiser from week to week, I read the great sages and the religious leaders. Not the books that the priesthood had written to reinforce superstition and fantastic stories about spirits and gods. I immediately recognized what the philosophers had warned about, a stupid people will more easily follow a stupid seducer into the abyss. The archivist had two or three interesting works that explained the laws and workings of the realm well to me. What a crazy time I lived in, strictly speaking there were only two things, reading and fucking. I did both with full commitment. I became famous because I had achieved a certain mastery in fucking and because I amazed the men in high positions, even the Emperor's councillors, with my knowledge during the breaks a man needs to relax. After ten years, Emperor Long became aware of me. I charmed the jaded man with the naturalness that you sparked in me and which I never lost. I didn't let myself be degraded to a ridiculous fuckhole like others, not even by the emperor. I was rewarded with a place in the front row of the ladies‐in‐waiting and accompanied him on many journeys and gatherings. I demanded to be fucked properly by him and not just in passing, I was as stubborn as a donkey. He, in turn, took the opportunity to lie naked next to his naked lover and to question things and to ponder things that he couldn't do with the councillors without having his authority questioned. I never presumed to rule through him. I'm not that stupid. But I did advise him because he had to resolve issues. He was also the one who set me up with the new empress a year ago. I never hid from him that I also had nice affairs with girls. He asked, "With fucking, clit‐on‐clit? I had to admit meekly that I had only made bumbling attempts. He laughed boomingly and slapped his thighs, finally able to teach a master — his words! — something new. He had a girl — the now Empress — in his repertoire, she could fuck clit‐to—clit perfectly, she had let him watch a hundred times and the old voyeur sometimes crawled between the four thighs to see it up close. He introduced me to the girl, she taught me the fine art of perfecting clit‐on‐clit‐fucking and we've been fucking from time to time for a year now. It's very different from fucking a man and yet very similar. It starts gently and tenderly, it gets wild and wilder and in the end one fucks the other to madness."
Chai was really aroused by the pictures she drew, her clit was already wide awake and they fucked until after sunrise. She had mixed his fucking with the shy 13‐year‐old girl and the 28‐year‐old experienced master. He gave it his all, he kept on fucking even though he couldn't squirt any more and she gave him short breaks before she came all over him again. The first rays of sunlight reminded them to come to an end. They said goodbye to each other like lovers, knowing at the same time that they were only 10 days' ride apart.
Emperor Long was already sitting at breakfast when Chai came down the stairs with a spring in his step and refreshed, Ling arrived 15 minutes later. The emperor waved to her and the three of them had breakfast. "You look so fresh, like you haven't been shagging all night," he joked, but the two just smiled at each other and then at the emperor. "But we didn't bet like that, Lord King, I only lent you my Miss Ling, not gave her to you!" Chai smiled quietly and Ling said that Lord Chai had only been given the gift of a night, but the sun had risen relentlessly, the gods ignoring her prayers for respite. Gods, that is. The emperor laughed and slapped his thighs, Ling dabbed away his tears of laughter with a tissue and said, "Perhaps the court jesters should be called!" The emperor couldn't stand it any longer, he laughed so boomingly and at the top of his lungs that the servants were truly amazed. After breakfast, Chai received his certificate and said goodbye to the emperor and Ling without a kiss. His men had already ridden from the Japan House to the gate, and they left the city. Chai asked the captain how the accommodation was. The captain did not move a muscle. "This is the most elegant brothel in the empire, my king, you are bathed, oiled and perfumed by the delicate hands of women, and a stream flows through every room, you roll off the mat straight into the water." Chai said, so what? The captain remained silent and laughed to himself with a deadpan expression. The warrior next to the captain shouted, "What, so what? We fucked like berserkers, we drank fine wine and swapped wives for the next duel! Who won? I don't know, but I got them all down!" The men hooted and shouted until the captain intervened. "But thank you, my king, it was a fine thing, the accommodation!" They rode and rode and slept for three hours at midday, then continued on their way.
Mulan's Awakening
Mulan was now awake for hours at a time, the doctor had her served a double portion of meat or fish with her rice, she would have lost a lot of blood. The first time she was clear‐headed, she grasped the hands of the ancient lord and thanked him for saving her. He refused, she had been saved by a warrior who had claimed she was in his heart. Mulan was speechless. The doctor said he was an experienced warrior, he hadn't torn out the spearhead in a panic, she would have died immediately. He had held the wound closed with a cloth from her shirt until he, the doctor, arrived. The warrior had carried out the operation according to his instructions because he was not strong enough for it. He had cleaned the wound properly, which required no strength in his fingers. The warrior had vigorously cauterized the wound with a red‐hot blade and applied the staple, using only his fingers. Speaking of staples, let me see your virgin breasts!" Lin pulled the sheet off her torso and lifted Mulan's arm up. The doctor felt the edges of the wound with his fingers, checked that the staple was firmly in place and looked into her eyes. "There will be an ugly scar under your armpit, my girl, unfortunately. The wound is very deep, it went into the side of your lung, but that's the first thing to heal. But at least no ribs and no bones are injured, only by millimeters. Your strong warrior will take the brace off you when he comes back." Mulan straightened up and the old man muttered, "virgin breasts, I told you so!"
Mulan asked, "where is he, where is Lord Chai!" Lin put her face in envious hands. "Please don't get upset, he didn't get the slightest scratch in the fight, the gods protected him. Haraldur has a burst lump on his skull and we can only fuck like very old people, slowly and carefully!" Mulan urged, "where's Chai!" Lin grinned. "The council and the people have proclaimed him king! Imagine, a king! And he rode straight to the emperor for his permission and he should be back in 6 or 7 days. King!" Mulan sank back onto her pillow. "I thought I had dreamed it. King! By the emperor!" Lin fetched water and a cloth to wash Mulan. Lin uncovered her completely and began to wash her carefully. The doctor said, "Your clit is already all pointed and stiff again!" Mulan blushed from her forehead to the base of her breasts. "You can masturbate if you feel the urge!" he said, "Miss Lin and I have always done it for you before, but now you can do it yourself!" Lin turned deep red and stammered sheepishly, "You needed it so damn badly, 5 times an hour at least!" The doctor interjected that it was from the fever and the herbal tea, so don't make a fuss!" He put his hand on Mulan's pussy and a finger on her rebellious clit. "Shall you fuck me, my lord, now and at once?" Mulan cried, not even sure if she really wanted to. The doctor pulled his hand away, Lin parted Mulan's labia with her fingers and rubbed her pussy really hard so that Mulan began to tremble lustfully and orasmed lightly.
The Doctor's Tale
"Oh, my girl, I haven't fucked a girl in maybe 50 years!" the doctor exclaimed, "not since my wife and sister died!" Lin said empathetically, "Both of them?" He shook his head. "My sister was also my wife!" Lin and Mulan held their breath, then Lin asked, "Won't you tell us more, good man?" The doctor leaned back in his chair. "It was 100 years ago, my little sister and I were orphans and a dear aunt took us in, she had a spare room. She came to me every night and lay with me. I had explained to my sister that that was fucking, the adults do that. The aunt was a very old ugly woman who of course thought it was great not only to masturbate but also to be fucked by a good boy. My sister took good care and asked me about this and that the next day. She learned to masturbate just from watching her aunt. Her husband was a retired captain, he only fucked her aunt rarely, every few months. But she still had fire in her ass and bumps in her butt, and the arrangement was really okay for everyone. I had already started my medical training at 13, was pretty good at herbalism and the teachers were very pleased. My sister sat on the captain's lap and learned to read eagerly. He could read well, but not write, which she could learn later somewhere else. He fondled my sister while she was reading, but I didn't mind. She was supposed to teach him how to masturbate her to orgasm. He learned with difficulty, it took months. I studied obsessively, I wanted to become a doctor as soon as possible. The years passed peacefully and without excitement. My sister was 11, almost 12, when the 'summer of ten thousand thunderstorms' hit us. You've probably already heard about it, there were thunderstorms day and night and endless rain, the lightning flashed every minute, the thunderclaps made us cover our ears. Auntie knew that the gods were at war with each other and she stood under the door and shouted at the storm clouds with the foulest curses until she closed the door in the evening, hoarse or voice‐soaked. There were no lessons, no sensible person would go outside in the rain and knee‐deep floods. My teachers were working day and night, I lay lazily and angrily in bed and my sister lay next to me, trembling with fear and snuggled up to me. She asked if she could touch and examine my cock. I shrugged my shoulders indifferently, hell yes! She explored and explored and sat up curiously when I masturbated. She was so concentrated that she forgot lightning and thunder. She licked the semen with one finger, "Mhhh! That tastes good!" she exclaimed, and I, 18 years old, two years before my final exams and already terribly clever, told her that all women let themselves squirt in their mouths and drank the good juice. I had experience with it, I had already fucked two dozen girls and what felt like a thousand married and widowed women, I was definitely a bad finger, so to speak. My little sister, immediately on fire, let herself squirt in her mouth several times a day. The thunder and lightning were drowned out by masturbating, squirting in her mouth and swallowing semen. The thunderstorms battered us for weeks, my aunt had angered the gods with all the roaring and swearing and she got a bad case of pneumonia. She didn't get to fuck anymore, I masturbated time and time again and squirted into my sister's mouth. She turned 12, we couldn't have a birthday party, the aunt was feverish and coughing in bed and her husband was sitting next to her, drinking. My sister wanted to see if my cock would go in her pussyhole yet and I laughed because she only got it in as far as her hymen. She cried in anger, damn it, why didn't it go in? A flash of lightning nearby, a clap of thunder that promised to split our house, and my sister thrust her pussy twitching into my cock. She laughed at the top of her lungs, "it's all the way in! All the way inside!" She immediately fucked me like she had seen her aunt do and we fucked every spare minute from then on. The summer was coming to an end, the thunderstorms stopped all at once. It was strangely dead quiet in the big house. I walked into Auntie's apartment, she was lying dead on the bed, staring curiously into the next life. Her captain was lying next to her, he had drunk himself to death. His face lay on her neck, a last, very last caress. We buried them in tears, I cried because I didn't know how the two of us were to go on living. The mayor's assistant came to us, the good people had bequeathed us the large town house, two handfuls of silver boats and the captain's pension for seven years. Sister was still crying, but I had a good laugh. My education was secured, as a doctor I would be able to feed us both well. My education continued, my little sister ran the household and we fucked like rabbits as often as we could.
I was a really good, successful and very hard‐working doctor. People came from near and far and I was able to save and heal almost all of them, accumulating a small fortune, modestly. The king was a frequent patient, as was the whole court. But apart from my good deeds, I was and remained the same bad finger as during my training. I fucked all the girls who let themselves be fucked. I fucked all the wives and patients I liked. How often the stupid husband sat next to his wife's bed and held her hand while I fucked his narrow minded wife, for medical reasons of course. Many childless couples sacrificed in the temple because the wife was finally pregnant after my medical treatment. The gods alone know how many of my bastards grew up in and around the city. Of course, I fucked all the court ladies without exception, most of them weren't really ill, but curious about the loin‐strong doctor. The queen always suffered from severe stomach pains, I drove out her flatulences with rough fucking. After fucking her, I placed one outstretched arm over her intestines and stretched the other arm under her ass and pressed on the two fart points above her buttocks. With a cannon thunder she farted out her bellyache. When she later gave birth, the knot in her intestines was apparently untied and she farted constantly and everywhere, earning her the nickname of the Sulphur Queen. But she never had stomach pains again and didn't need a doctor to fix her. She was so often ill and was miraculously cured by me, so that the king had to appoint me 2nd court physician at the request of the queen, who had been well fucked by me, and after the death of the old personal physician I became 1st court physician and personal physician to both majesties.
The Queen was pregnant. I advised her to seduce the king immediately so that he could feel like the father. The queen and I swore a sacred oath never to reveal my paternity. I fucked her with a sense of duty throughout the pregnancy because the poor thing was almost bursting with sexual lust. She gave birth to twins, Xin and Xan, two sweet girls who were completely alike and resembled the queen like an egg. I could hardly contain my happiness.
I served the king faithfully, he, his family and the entire court were bursting with health, I devoted a great deal of time to treating the poor population free of charge on behalf of the king. He was delighted with the growing popularity in the country. I was and remained the bad finger, as the goddesses had created me. An anecdote comes to my mind, my dear girls, I tell it to you to demonstrate the bad finger.
A 13‐year‐old girl from a desperately poor family had been stung by a scorpion while working in the fields, she was in pain and had a fever. A scorpion sting is no big deal for a doctor, but I asked the mother why the girl was not yet a woman, why she was still a virgin, that was very unusual. The mother was very embarrassed, her husband couldn't fuck, he squirted immediately as soon as he penetrated her. She had never fucked again after her defloration at the age of 12, the good woman. The daughter said that her dad was very sweet and had been trying to take her virginity for almost a whole year. But it went as it did with mom, he penetrated to her hymen, squirted instantly and that was it. The father was not unhappy, he squirted every night in his daughter's little pussy and he hugged his little girl lovingly. What else could make a man happier? The girl said she didn't dare ask, but she would love to be a real woman. I nodded and let the mother undress the lovely child. She should also lie naked next to her daughter and assist me. The mother didn't know the word, she was a simple woman with very limited horizons. I had her spread her daughter's labia with both hands and then I took her virginity. The mother wanted to let go, but I demanded that the daughter remain spread open. I fucked the happy child with great pleasure, then I told the mother how enormously stiff her clitoris was sticking out. She said very shyly that this sometimes happened, but it always calmed down by itself. I asked the daughter if she wanted me to fuck her mother too? She nodded eagerly, saying that her mother hadn't fucked properly since she was a child and maybe that was why her clit was so red and stiff, because she had watched her daughter's beautiful fucking with longing. The mother shyly lowered her eyes and whispered, "but do it quickly before my husband comes home!" The daughter kissed her on the cheek, "Mom, it's so wonderful!" and I set to work. The mother moaned, groaned and cheered like a songbird as we fucked, she exploded in a huge orgasm and let my cock pop out. I let her wriggle and twitch in the first orgasm of her life, I continued to fuck her daughter and squirted violently into her hole. I wrote two prescriptions for the pharmacist, an ointment against the scorpion venom and a special herbal tea for dad. I told the daughter that he had to drink two cups of the bitter tea every morning for five months and that she should let him try fucking every evening to see if he could fuck properly. I wrote on the pharmacist's prescription that they were poor people and if they couldn't pay, he should charge the king's court. I continued to visit mother and daughter for weeks to check on the recovery of the scorpion sting and to give mother and daughter a good fucking. Yes, dear girls, that was me, a bad finger.
The misfortune happened when I accompanied the king for four weeks as his personal physician. When we got home, my sister had been dead for days. I almost lost my mind, we buried her and I swore never to fuck a girl or a woman again in my life. The gods had punished me for my assaultive and insidious fucking of hundreds of girls, hundreds of chaste and faithful wives and now I had to pay! I kept my vow for 54 years, with one single exception.
The king loved to hunt and fight for his life, but he took little pleasure in fucking. He also never once thought of deflowering his twins, the daughters I gave the queen, on their 12th birthday. Now he had a wonderful opportunity to marry off his 14‐year‐old daughters to two princes of a royal court, a huge gain for the kingdom of Qin! He was saddened, however, because at that royal court only girls over 12 were still virgins, who were tainted. The princes had visited the brides and it was all beautiful and wonderful and radiant. The king, deep in depression, pondered how he could solve the problem, there was no way he could leave the deflowering to a windy court animal. I offered him a medical solution, he was beaming all over his face! I asked to be locked in the princesses' bedchamber for three days, it was a delicate procedure. And so it happened.
I locked the door and took turns fucking my girls for three days, without much interruption. The daughters jubilantly gave their virginity and fucked from orgasm to orgasm. They were delighted to swap the boring masturbation for the much more exciting fucking. We never talked about it openly, but my clever daughters had suspected for years that I was their father. The only question they asked me at the beginning of those three days was that the father was usually responsible for deflowering his daughters, and why didn't Daddy King do it himself? I confirmed that this was the custom, but I didn't go any further. I had broken my oath, I never fucked another girl or woman for 54 years. That's my story, girls, half a lifetime of pleasure, the other half of shame and penance."
The Return of the King
Lin went into her room, the captain was now removing the staple from Haraldur's skull. The deep laceration had healed nicely, and the long ugly scar proclaimed to any enemy that his Viking skull could take a beating. Lin hugged the man of her heart and whispered in his ear that they could finally fuck properly and powerfully again!
Mulan was on her feet for the first day. The old doctor only supported her briefly, then she supported him. He examined the wound, it had healed well and they waited for Chai to remove the staple. The old doctor felt her breasts because he wanted to see if the one on the left side had been affected by the scar. He pressed, squeezed and pulled. But no great change was to be expected. Mulan's ears and cheeks were red and she hid under the sheet. It was mainly due to the herbal tea, grinned the doctor, when the sheet wiggled for minutes on end. Mulan just couldn't help it, she simply had to masturbate more often than ever.
Chai arrived at noon on the 20th day, he greeted his father and Lin briefly and ran on to Mulan's room. He hugged and kissed her, everything was fine now! She showed him the scar and he was happy, the edges of the wound had really grown together nicely, "you can open the staple and remove it," said the doctor in the background. Chai turned around and thanked him again for taking such good care of his girlfriend, he would repay him handsomely. He carefully opened the clamp and removed it. Yes, it would leave a scar a good five fingers long. Chai was in a hurry, the riders were waiting outside the house and the arrival had certainly already been announced to the councillors.
Chai brushed the dust from his clothes and stepped into the throne hall. The councillors stood up, a few curious citizens applauded briefly. More and more citizens approached, the news attracting everyone. Chai took the captain's traveling bag and took out the imperial document, which he handed to the Primus. He read it aloud and passed it on so that all the councillors could look at it. The Primus looked around, then shouted loudly, "Long live our king, King Chai!" The citizens shouted after him and there was a loud commotion for a few minutes. Chai waited, then raised his hand. He gave a short speech, he had had 20 days to formulate it carefully. 20 minutes later there was a roar of enthusiastic applause, he had spoken directly to their hearts as well as their common sense. There was only one point where his harshness shone through: no insurgent could expect mercy. The gallows or the sword, no prisoners. No pardon.
The craftsmen and servants worked on the damage to the palace and the insurgents bodies were buried without much affection. They had bitten the ruler's benevolent hand. The ceremonial burial of the royal family, the warriors and the murdered citizens would take place in 10 days. Chai asked the council for three days' rest after the long ride. He spent time with his father, reporting everything in detail, for his father was bright in spirit and interested in everything important and essential. He was able to tell his son exactly which councillors he fully trusted and which he was not quite sure which horse the good man was actually riding. He also bluntly named the two whom he had good reason not to trust. The old cavalryman was still full of pride in his son, he could not and would not hide that. Chai insisted on having his father carried to the funeral in a sedan chair, as his feet no longer cooperated.
Chai presented Haraldur with the emperor's certificate. General Haraldur! He was very moved and knew that Chai had left the Emperor no choice. They talked a lot about the future. They were both around 40, they had fought many battles and Haraldur could not imagine anything else but swinging his sword. Chai analyzed some aspects of the revolution. As bravely as the royals had fought, after the poisoning of the guard, the palace was defenseless. The royals were little more than a guard force. That had to change. Chai wished Haraldur would take on the difficult task of helping the surviving Guard commanders rebuild and reorganize the Royals into a "small" Guard and keep them on their toes. Haraldur was not very enthusiastic at first. As an imperial general, he could sign on as a general in any of the 7 kingdoms, that was the alternative, said Chai. And no, he didn't need a bodyguard like the emperor had; the guard, the large and the small, would take turns. Haraldur wanted to think it over. Chai didn't give him a deadline. He just asked him to think about Lin's future too, she deserved it.
Mulan's Dreams
Mulan was depressed, the old doctor had also mastered the difficult art of reading irises. "How old are you, girl Mulan?" he had asked. "Twenty‐three, soon to be twenty‐four." The doctor looked into her eyes a second and a third time. "You have a healthy body, a wonderful body, girl!" he exclaimed. He took her hands in his. "Haven't you, you've never had the bleeding?" he stated. Mulan nodded in the affirmative. "Well, it will stay that way, unless I'm very much mistaken." Mulan looked down at the ground, "and, my lord, is that important? Is that bad or good?" The doctor gave her a sidelong glance; she didn't seem to see the consequences. "Only a woman who bleeds regularly has children. Old women lose their periods and stop having children." Mulan looked up. "No bleeding, no children." He nodded, "You can adopt children and give them the same love as your own child. Or you can plan your thread of life without children, that too can be a right choice. The whole world is before you, daughter!" Mulan felt the doctor's warmth and confidence. "I will think about it very seriously, my father. My future is just beginning and I will continue to carefully weave the thread of the goddesses. Thank you for your trust in showing me a small glimpse, a corner piece of the future. Thank you!"
Mulan told Chai about it. He nodded. "If you know some facts, that's an advantage. Guessing is far more difficult." They talked for hours as his life took a sharp turn. Everything changed for him. She wanted to go with him wherever he went. She didn't want to decide right away if she wanted to be queen, she still had to think about that. She wanted to be with him, whether he went into the field or into a palace. Whether as mistress, concubine or queen, it didn't seem important to her. "I don't know, did the old king leave love birds or concubines?" he puzzled. "I will give them rich gifts, however much the council grants them, and let them go. I have never had a wife, concubine or love bird, even a campfire can keep a soldier warm. At least that was the case until the last earthquake. Now you are with me and I prefer that to any campfire."
Mulan said she had dreamed a lot in her fever, but one dream kept returning. She was fighting alongside Haraldur against hundreds, thousands of grimaces. Haraldur, as tall as a tower, mowed them with his broadsword like a reaper mowing grain. She, small and agile, crouched, stabbed and cut down the grimaces with her spear. It was obvious that she kept dreaming of the last battle. But she felt as if she was in the right place for the first time in her life. As if she felt really whole. When she half awoke in between, she felt as if she didn't just belong to her books, but had to hold the spear in her hand. She asked Chai what he thought? He swayed his head back and forth. There were, of course, the beautiful legends about warrior princesses who could miraculously fight like the best warriors from one moment to the next, smashing dragons and usurpers to pieces with ease and getting the prince and kingdom in the end. Legends, he said. Qin had no acute enemies to slaughter. He had no problem believing Mulan would learn the trade of war and move from city to city as a mercenary, because he had seen her fight. But in his moral code, mercenaries were paid murderers, nothing more. And he didn't want to see her as "nothing more", he would despise her in disgust.
Of course Mulan didn't want that. She smiled at him. "During the day, I want to browse through the palace library, I still know so little about the world, and I won't get far with Lin Po Po. At night, I want to warm my sweetheart's mat, and perhaps my king's too. That's life planning at arm's length, but I don't want to build castles in the air or plan mindlessly until tomorrow morning. I need time, I need ideas and I will need your advice. As my husband, not as my king."
Let's go to Work
Haraldur agreed and was ready to build and train new troops. However, he would spend more time training with the sword and less time idling away with administration. Of course, everything had to be agreed beforehand, but then he would get to work. Chai thanked him and nodded, "we will discuss the basic outline together, the execution and design is up to you. I will introduce you as General Haraldur, Commissioner for Army Affairs, Minister of War or First Warhorse and Thug of Qin, whatever they want to hear." Haraldur grinned from ear to ear. "And why didn't you say so in the first place!?"
Chai asked very carefully, wondering if he had discussed it with Lin. "Of course," Haraldur said, "thank goodness we disagree. My opinion is that a warrior must go out into the world, slay dragons and usurpers en masse, and screw a princess here and there. Lin wished me good luck with my dragons and so on, she sulked a bit about the princesses. But otherwise we get along greatly." Chai realized that Haraldur and Lin would have to tussle for a while before Haraldur was ready to drop anchor. He hurried into the throne hall.
Chai was a leader by type and that was good for a king. He treated the councillors with respect and gave them a lot of freedom to solve their tasks. He had hired cooks from neighboring cities and entertained the people for an entire day when the old king was buried with full honors. The King had left behind neither concubines nor love bird wives, so he could breathe a sigh of relief.
He sat for days with Haraldur and the commanders of the guard, and in the end everyone was satisfied. The king wanted the magnificent guard back to its former glory plus 20% more. The guard had to provide the bodyguards. And the royals had to be trained as a "small" guard and trained day after day. "I know it's more work for you gentlemen, but I never want to see a disaster like the uprising again. If you don't train for a day, then there's no food and no pay, it's as simple as that. I don't see the Guard as bouncers with big egos and little weaponry. They are elite soldiers, scouts, tacticians and invincible close combatants with all weapons. In the field, in the forest, in the swamp and also in the marble palace. Every single one of them must teach me to fear, I ask for nothing less. I have fought side by side with General Haraldur for 30 years, I expect him to teach you all the tricks, because he can do a lot, even though he doesn't know how to fight with a Guards stick. Be strict with these guys and blame the king for any trouble, I can take it. Be strict and kick their asses until your boots have holes in them. But make elite fighters out of each and every one of them, because that's exactly what I did 20 years ago with the Emperor."
Chai interfered very little in the work of the councillors. They had to present the tasks and solutions in short, concise form, because he wanted to be informed about everything. He knew nothing about most things, neither trade nor agriculture, fishing or forestry, but that was what they were there for. Unobtrusively, he had two councillors retire, as his father had advised him to do. He appointed the Primus as Chief Alderman; it wasn't just a title and better pay, he knew how good the man was and only asked that he kept the aldermen working. The Primus smirked because the new king was turning just the right screws and not like the old king who good‐naturedly let things go.
Chai demanded a new law from the Supreme, a new and arguable regulation. Until now, the spoils and taxes had become the king's property. That was bad. Spoils, profits and taxes had to become the responsibility of the treasurer, the king received a salary like all councillors, for example. The Supreme thought for two moments and nodded in agreement, "We'll sort that out, Your Majesty, you'll be pleased."
Chai went home every night, the palace was not finished and Mulan was quite pleased with it. They both knew that one day they would move. It was like this. Chai had specified to the builders that he wanted one bedroom for the king and queen, not two. He did walk around the building sites, but only to show face. He nodded and praised and cheered, but he had no idea what they were doing. Nevertheless, the councillors were very pleased with his tours because it boosted morale. The headman smiled, the king was doing the right thing too. The builder didn't need to know how to lay tiles.
Chai and Mulan rode around the palace of Qin twice at a walk. Five months had passed and all the work was to be completed in 20 days. They visited their private chambers. On the way out, he whispered, "Not even the empress has such a magnificent bedroom!" Mulan grinned. Of course, he had to know. She kissed him on the lips. "I'll certainly feel very comfortable here!"
One of the next evenings, she told him she had a good idea of what she wanted to do in the future.
He listened very attentively.
|
|
Ooo...