(18+) Han Feng 15
[WARNING! MATURE Content ahead!]
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The servants learned their lesson well, treading with utmost care around the innocent and silent girl who now held the emperor's affections. Whenever His Majesty summoned Xue Li, the servants would prostrate themselves before her, pleading for her to attend to the emperor's call.
Each day, the emperor would shower his beloved concubine with gifts—delicate flowers, luxurious silks, finely crafted dresses, glittering jewelry, ornate hairpins, and the sweetest confections.
No matter how burdened he was with affairs of the court, he ensured that every meal was shared with her, a gesture that spoke volumes of his affection.
Word of the emperor's unparalleled devotion to Xue Li quickly spread throughout the palace, and it was not long before the news reached the ears of Xue Li's mother.
Xue Li's mother, however, harbored no genuine love for her daughter. She had merely used Xue Li as a pawn, hoping to secure a match with the baron who might take responsibility of what happened with them and accept her as a concubine.
Yet, the baron, unmoved by her schemes, had mercilessly cast both mother and daughter out without a second thought.
Reduced to desperation, Xue Li's mother left Xue Li to toil as a lowly servant in the palace while she sought her fortunes elsewhere, setting her sights on a marquis household.
Her ambitions, undiminished by her station, drove her to cunning schemes. She sought to entangle the marquis, even stooping to the hope of bearing his child, in a bid to secure a place as his concubine.
But when word of Xue Li's newfound favor with the emperor reached her ears, her schemes shifted. Abandoning the marquis's household without hesitation, she hastened to the palace, her heart aflame with greed.
She demanded an audience with her daughter, her motives far removed from maternal love, as her mind calculated how best to profit from Xue Li's rise.
The palace gates loomed before her as she made her way forward, her eyes filled with the ambition that had driven her for years. Yet, within those walls, the emperor's shadow loomed large, and her arrival would not pass without consequence.
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That night, Xue Li stirred awake from a restless dream, her delicate movements rousing the emperor beside her.
"What troubles you?" Han Feng's deep voice resonated in the quiet chamber.
"Xue Li apologizes for disturbing His Majesty's rest," she whispered, her voice shaking a little.
Han Feng did not reply at once but instead tightened his embrace around her slender waist, drawing her closer. She felt the heat of his cock behind her, stirring alive.
"Was it a nightmare?" he asked softly, his lips brushing against her hair.
". . . Xue Li does not know," she murmured hesitantly.
He chuckled, though his voice held a trace of concern. "How could you not know if your dream was good or bad?"
"It was . . . about Xue Li's mother," she admitted, her tone faltering as though the mere mention of the woman brought an ache to her heart.
Han Feng's eyes opened fully, his gaze darkening as he inhaled the faint fragrance of her hair. "Your mother?"
His expression turned contemplative. Han Feng had, of course, long since delved into Xue Li's past. He knew the full truth of her lineage—her mother and father still lived, though their abandonment of Xue Li had left deep scars.
The mere thought of her mother's actions stirred a quiet storm within him, though he kept his voice calm as he inquired, "What about her?"
"Nothing . . . Xue Li doesn't remember her much."
"Do you want to see her?" he asked, his eyes burning with intensity as he gazed at Xue Li's trembling form.
Xue Li shook her head fervently, the sound of her denial barely audible over the pounding of her heart. The soul within her sneered in disgust. "N-no . . . she . . . she abandoned Xue Li," she whispered, her voice faltering like a fragile reed in the wind. "All Xue Li remembers of her . . . is how she used to strike Xue Li as a child."
Han Feng's anger simmered just below the surface, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of desire as he wrapped his hands around Xue Li's breast. His fingers cupped over the full mound, squeezing it in his palm.
Xue Li was startled. "Y-your majesty?"
"Don't worry, my Xue Li," Han Feng murmured, his voice a soothing caress. "I will make you forget the pain in your past. You don't need to think about them anymore and focus only on me."
Xue Li whimpered as Han Feng pinched her nipple through the thin fabric of her undergarment. His hand traveled beneath it to settle deep within her core, his fingers stroking along the sensitive flesh.
"Besides," he continued, his voice dropping an octave lower as he pressed two fingers inside her tight heat. "As the emperor's consort, you must take responsibility for disturbing my sleep."
He began to pump his fingers in and out of Xue Li's dripping vagina at a steady pace while using his other hand to squeeze and massage her breast. The sensation was overwhelming, sending her into a state of mindless arousal as she arched her back and pushed against his hand.
"Y-yes . . . yes . . . your majesty," Xue Li whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing.
Xue Li's eyes snapped open as Han Feng's finger curled inside her vagina walls, sending a jolt of pleasure through her entire body.
"What did I tell you about saying my name when we're alone like this?" he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
"F-Feng," Xue Li stammered, her breath catching in her throat.
"Good girl, Xue Li," Han Feng cooed, pushing his hand in and out before pulling it back and licking his cum-filled fingers with his tongue. "You're ready for me."