[WARNING! Mature Content ahead!]
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The days passed in a haze of whispers and stolen glances, the palace abuzz with talk of Han Feng's newest obsession. A maid turned into his woman—scandalous, audacious, and utterly unprecedented.
While the council clung to its protests, vehemently opposing his intentions to elevate Xue Li to the status of a concubine, Han Feng was unmoved. His will was law, and his fascination with Xue Li only grew stronger with each passing day.
As for Xue Li, the political chaos barely touched her. She had little care for the opinions of the council or the venomous envy of the palace women. Her world had narrowed to one constant: Han Feng. His presence, his attention, his intoxicating intensity—they consumed her completely.
Now, in the quiet intimacy of their shared chambers, Han Feng's focus was entirely on her. She sat perched on his lap, her petite frame enveloped by his powerful presence. His hands cupped her face with a tenderness that belied the fire smoldering in his amber eyes.
"You're holding your breath again," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. "Relax, Xue Li. Let it come naturally. You have to breathe."
"X-Xue Li . . . Xue Li is trying, Your Maj—" she caught herself, but her hesitation drew a soft growl from him.
"How many times must I tell you? When we're alone, it's just Feng," he said, his tone both chiding and patient.
Her cheeks flushed, and she nodded quickly, her breath hitching as his thumb traced the curve of her jaw.
"Good. Now, let's continue."
His lips descended upon hers, slow and deliberate, coaxing rather than demanding. His kiss was warm, almost teasing, drawing her out of her shyness bit by bit.
Xue Li's inexperience was evident, but her eagerness to please was undeniable. Each time their lips met, her movements became less hesitant, more attuned to his rhythm.
Han Feng deepened the kiss, his tongue gliding against hers with a mastery that made her heart race. Her fingers curled into the silk of his robe, clinging to him as though he were the only solid thing in her world.
He chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her as he pulled back just enough to let her breathe.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice roughened by the emotions simmering within him. "Don't forget to breathe, Xue Li. Feel the kiss. Savor it."
Her lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes, meeting his intense gaze. "X-Xue Li . . . Xue Li think she understand now."
A faint smile tugged at his lips. "Do you?"
Before she could answer, he kissed her again, this time with more fervor. His lips moved wildly, and when he gently captured her lower lip between his teeth, her sharp intake of breath sent a surge of satisfaction through him. He nibbled and teased, pulling back just enough to let her recover before returning to claim her tongue again.
Xue Li gasped softly, her chest rising and falling as she tried to keep pace with him. Each kiss left her more breathless, her inexperience giving way to instinct under his careful guidance.
When he finally drew back, she was panting, her lips swollen and glistening, her face flushed in a way that made Han Feng's chest tighten.
"You're learning quickly," he murmured. "You've done well tonight, and I think you're ready for the next lesson."
Her wide eyes searched his face, her expression both nervous and eager. "T-the next lesson?" she stammered.
He frowned lightly, though his irritation melted the moment he saw her. Her lips were parted, her breathing uneven, and a delicate string of saliva clung to the corner of her mouth. The sight of her—disheveled, flushed, and utterly vulnerable—stoked a fire deep within him.
"Say my name," he instructed, his voice huskier now. "When we're like this, I want to hear it."
Xue Li looked to the side. "F-Feng," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Han Feng exhaled sharply, his grip on her waist tightening. His name on her lips was a balm to his pride, an affirmation of her affection for him. Leaning forward, he brushed a soft kiss against her temple.
"Good girl," he murmured. "Now, let's continue."
Han Feng's fingers wrapped around Xue Li's chin, his gaze piercing as he demanded, "Undress me."
Xue Li hesitated for a moment before her trembling hand reached for his robe. But he stopped her with a serious tone, "My pants. Undress me down there."
Xue Li's face reddened as she realized what he wanted. She slowly slid his pants down, revealing the engorged cock that sprang out in response to her touch. It was bigger than she remembered it.
"You remember how to please me, right Xue Li?" Han Feng asked huskily, his eyes burning with desire.
Xue Li nodded hesitantly as she wrapped her small hand around the thickness of his shaft. Her grip was tentative at first, but as she began to stroke him up and down, Han Feng let out a low groan of pleasure.
"That's it . . . ," he whispered, his eyes closed in ecstasy as Xue Li continued to caress him. Her touch was gentle at first, but as she gained confidence, her strokes became more deliberate and firm.
Han Feng's cock throbbed in her hand, releasing a stream of precum that coated her fingers. He opened his eyes to gaze down at her, his face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and desire.
Xue Li's hands were cold, a sensation that brought him immense satisfaction as he stroked his cock. It was as though she was meant to quench the unrelenting fire that burned within him.
She had a calming presence, soothing him and bringing a rare sense of peace—one that left him utterly addicted to her.
"You're doing it just right," he murmured, his voice low and raspy. "Keep going . . ."
Xue Li nodded eagerly, increasing the pressure and speed of her strokes as Han Feng began to buck against her hand. His cock pulsed with each stroke, releasing more precum that dripped onto the bed.
As she reached the base of his cock with each stroke, Han Feng would let out a low moan, his body tense. Xue Li could feel the tension building in him, and she knew that he was close to cumming.
With one final stroke, Han Feng's cock erupted in a stream of hot semen that coated her hand and wrist. He let out a loud groan of pleasure as he came hard, his body shuddering with release.
Xue Li watched him with wide eyes as he rode out the waves of pleasure, her own arousal growing at the sight of him so lost in desire.
As Han Feng finally subsided into stillness, Xue Li gently stroked his softening cock before releasing it from her grasp.
"F-Feng . . . ?" Xue Li asked hesitantly as Han Feng held her tightly.
"You're mine, Xue Li. All mine. When you're ready, I will take you to my bed," he murmured possessively.
Xue Li let the emperor embrace her, her expression unreadable—until a faint smirk graced her lips.
But their moment was interrupted by a loud, anguished cry from outside.
"Release me at once! I must have an audience with His Majesty! That lowly wench has bewitched him, seizing all of his favor! I demand to see the Emperor! NOW!"