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Post by Shen Ha on Jun 18, 2011 17:40:14 GMT
Time itself had halted, and served on their side as Zhang Liao and Sun Shang Xiang found themselves entrances in each other’s arms. For this night, he was not Wenyuan the Imperial Protector; he was not the man who defended Shouchun from Wu as a stepping stone to Xuchang. He was not a soldier but a mere man with a longing for the woman that rested in his grasp.
There was no distance between them anymore. Their chests brushed up against one another, and as Sun Shang Xiang leaned into him, he rested his hand on her back, pulling her against him. While they spent most of their time in each other’s company trying to hide what they felt, this current situation would be impossible to hide should anyone stumble in. But still, Wenyuan didn’t care. He didn’t even hear the rumble outside from the training instructor who found he was intrding on the Sun estate without realizing. He was drawn to her eyes, focused on nothing else. To Zhang Liao, the moment was everything in the world, and nothing else was relevant.
“Nothing would make me happier,” Sun Shang Xiang said as she gazed into his eyes.
He blushed a little, but there was no reason to delay any further. The moment was rushing along, and trying to stall it anymore would destroy the authenticity of it.
Zhang Liao, still resting his fingers on the soft skin of her chin, lifted her chin so her eyes were leveled with his, and leaned down to kiss the princess at last.
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Post by Adam on Jun 19, 2011 0:52:54 GMT
The moment was perfection and much like a master painter, the time it took to find the end result seemed long, but utterly rewarding. What remained a precarious position the two put themselves in was countered by their own entwining personalities, as Shang Xiang's fiery and unpredictability no doubt complimented the strong yet humble nature of the warrior Zhang Liao. They both held kindness and a gentleness that few had in such times and it all blended well.
Their position to one another was close, furthmore in the closing seconds before the kiss, their bodies finally touched. She was entranced, unable to look away; she knew what was coming and she yearned for it, more with each passing second. Finally Zhang Liao tilted her chin more and the chemistry was there, she knew what to do and her eyes slowly faded closed and lips touched with a kiss.
The nervous hands that had been at the front of her hips rose slowly up the body, brushing up to rest on his clothes no lower than his chest and there they remained as time seemed to hit a standstill. The princess had no idea how long it lasted, perhaps a minute, perhaps several, but she cared little, for she wanted as much time as possible in the embrace and passion of the warrior she had strong feelings for.
Her hands had since moved again, moving around the man's neck and linking behind his head, she had no intention of letting go, submitting to his wishes, rather than stamping her own, a trait she had never allowed of herself with anyone but he.
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Post by Shen Ha on Jun 19, 2011 7:44:05 GMT
The two found themselves lost. But unlike a scared traveler, they were not lost in fear and uncertainty. They were lost away from time, away from conviction and away from the certainty that kept them apart. They were Zhang Liao, Imperial Protector and feared general of the Prime Minister Cao Cao, and Sun Shang Xiang, the sister of the grand warlord Sun Quan. Yet here, in the privacy they found themselves, they were nothing more than a man and a woman who found their lips interlocked.
And it was beautiful.
Zhang Liao leaned in and kissed the princess, a feat his lips have longed to achieve for days now, but his honor and sense of duty had denied him. He gave in to his temptation and found himself holding Sun Shang Xiang in his arms, holding her tight as the two locked lips for a second or an hour, for time no longer passed in the room the two found themselves in.
They had a hundred duties to attend to in the morning, and thousands of men and women who looked up to them for guidance, but none of them mattered at this moment. This moment was eternal, this moment was aside from the line of time itself, as Zhang Liao kissed her for hours but knew nothing more than seconds of it. They were two lovers who found their feelings rejected by anyone but themselves, but they cared not.
Wenyuan, if only for a night, lost track of everything he built his warriors’ career on. He forgot he was the man who fought valiantly beside Fengxian at Tiger Trap Pass and Xia Pi. He forgot he was the man who was saved by Guan Yu and returned the favor when Cao Cao took Xu province. He forgot he was the man who held Yuan Shao at bay when his lord and his riders burnt the northern army’s supplies to the ground. He forgot he was the man who sent Liu Bei fleeing at Runan and Chang Ban. He forgot he was the man who twice held Sun Quan at bay at Hefei through dastardly feats of brilliant might.
He forgot everything. The only thing he remembered was his longing for the woman who now kissed him with every sense of passion within her. And he returned the favor with a passionate kiss that lasted hours, filled with emotion and lust.
He did not know how long had passed since he first leaned himself toward her, but Zhang Liao began to step toward the lady’s bedside, refusing to remove his face from hers as he maneuvered from one side of the room to the other.
As they reached the bed, the lightly set her down, laying her back as he took his place over her. For the first time in however long, he lifted his lips from hers, looking into her eyes as he found himself on top of her, on her very bed. This was truly madness, but it was nothing less than they wished, and if it was not to be tonight, it would haunt their dreams for eternity when they departed.
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Post by Yang on Jun 19, 2011 10:10:32 GMT
"I am one of the Wei's officers! Look I-!"
The sword hilt pommeled Meng Qiu's left cheek, he was bleeding right now.
"Wei or not! You have intruded the estate of Sun! Take him to the cells! Let Lady Sun decide his fate later!"
Meng Qiu forced back onto his knees and grabbed by the two Wu personal guards into the underground cell. Truly a mistake, a great mistake... Now Meng Qiu angry about the thief and his stupidity for chased after her into Sun estate. The guards stripped off Meng Qiu's lamellar armor, his red mantle and they've confiscated his bronze Jian. They thrown him into the cell, closed and locked the door. He couldn't do anything now, Meng Qiu leaned to the wall and sat down on the cold stone floor. He looked upon the ceiling and the window bars which can used as observing outside.
"Served your right. Who asked you to be stubborn for chasing after me?"
Meng Qiu jumped in shock and saw someone was near outside of the window bars, it was Flying Hawk with her face concealed with a scarlet scarf. She waved her hand at Meng Qiu, who is furious when he saw her. "You fox! You are the one who caused this!" Meng Qiu approached the bar with his anger and haste but the Flying Hawk is calm and never flinched once. "Well who is the one who chased after another earlier before he fall into this cell?" the thief look at her nails for a while and glanced at Meng Qiu, giggling.
"You-!"
"Quiet in there! Or I'll have you slapped in irons!"
"The Flying Hawk is outside of the cell! I'm not lying!"
"Enough of your lies! We've heard enough lies from prisoners lately! So be silent!"
"Wha-"
The Flying Hawk giggling in silent again when she heard that the Wu guards doesn't know that Meng Qiu is telling the truth. "Don't you laugh! When I am out from this cell, I will come after you! I swear it!" Meng Qiu gritted his teeth and pointed his finger at the female thief and there is a long silence after that. The young officer in his garments, sat on the cold floor again and leaned his head on the wall while the thief continued to gaze at her fingernails.
"... Why are you still here?"
"I want my mask back and if you give it back, I will bailed you out."
"I've heard you're cunning and full of trickery, Flying Hawk. I'm no magistrate in Xuchang and I don't trust you."
"I know that you are Cao Ren's warrior but I will bailed you out, I'll promised. Now give that mask back to me."
"... No. This is an evidence that I'm not lying."
"Your stubbornness making me angry Meng Qiu, I'll-"
Flying Hawk saw someone was approaching, she stared at Meng Qiu one last time and she pointed her finger at him. "I'll be back for it and I'll remember this." she said and quickly run away from Meng Qiu's sight, the young warrior sighed and he slipped his hand into his garment, he dragged the mask out from there and look at it... perhaps for hours.
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Post by Adam on Jun 20, 2011 23:52:11 GMT
Their life for that brief moment; it was magic. The energy involved would humble even the finest warrior in the midst of battle. Their lips were locked and time had stood near-still as seconds seemed minutes and minutes seemed hours. The movement of the two headed bed-ward, across the room to a place where Shang Xiang knew not whether she was truly ready for. She feared her brother's responses and even through the kissing, at the very back of her mind she knew it wasn't entirely as sweet and rosey as Wenyuan might be thinking.
Yet she couldn't stop herself. The lips continued to kiss in tune to his, her hands danced around his neck and all the time her mind began to drift away from worry, to a more peaceful setting, where the conflict of the kingdoms meant nothing.
The back of her legs were the first to touch the bed frame and she slipped backward, guided down by the strong built warrior she had her lips locked with. She was the princess of Wu, few people ever got to such a place with her, indeed Zhang Liao was lucky. Her beauty seemed to be magnified in such a position, as their lips parted she looked adorable as she breathed deeply for air. Her sparkling eyes gave off innocence that they shouldn't with their bodies so close and that was the truly great thing about Shang Xiang, she never lost that sparkle, whatever it might be.
Their eyes locked once more together, unspoken messages travelled between the two as if the man needed confirmation. Her eyes showed what she wanted, what she needed from the place they were. He'd know if she wasn't prepared for it, she wouldn't have allowed him to push her even a quarter of the way towards her bed, she'd certainly never have let him lay on top of her as he did.
As a woman she had little option then than to submit to him, but she wasn't just any woman, he'd already proven that with the pause he gave her; she was far more than just the princess of Wu, she was Sun Shang Xiang, a woman of alure, prowess and charm, she was a gift from the gods themselves. He thought she had more rights than she had, but she was willing to be a woman, to grant him the power to make her his, but he seemed slightly occupied with being kind, something very rare from a man of such prestige.
Shang Xiang needn't have to, but her hands pulled the man's face back towards, meeting his lips with her own for a second's kiss before she rested back on the bed, her signal she was fine.
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At the cells it was night time, but one person was ready to take care of business in the lady's stead. The rightful law was in Wei's hands as to how the man was dealt, whether or not the intrusion happened on the temporary station of the lady Sun. The man would be dealt with by none other than the might Lu Bu's son, Lu Xiu, a man of little renown as of the current time, but no less dangerous than his father. Athletic built, rather than purely muscular like his father, Lu Xiu posed a whole new question when it came to what he did, but again he was no less dangerous.
"Speak, he who claims to be of Wei, for I am the friendliest face you will witness for many hours."
The youthful voice spoke just before the door unlocked and creaked open. Lu Xiu was imposing, not through size or voice, but through his presence. There was something unnerving about him that few could put a finger on until he spoke his name and only then might the penny drop enough to work it all out.
The door slammed shut behind the two before any escape could be attempted and Lu Xiu spoke. "Now then, why did you pass onto this estate? It is off limits to anyone but those the Lady Sun, the General Liao or the Primeminister allow."
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Post by Shen Ha on Jun 21, 2011 5:58:08 GMT
(I was originally going to do the "They're about have sex... *fade to black, reappear in the morning after*" thing, but I've been dissuaded. Enjoy, my fellow perverts.  ) It was everything he wanted and more. It was everything she wanted and more. One a princess, the other an enemy general, none of that mattered in the confined privacy of this room. Here, they were nothing more than lovers. And love was the purest way to put it. Zhang Liao guided her to the bedside, unsure of the reaction he would receive. Their lips were still locked in a passionate kiss, as they had been for a while now. How long, Zhang Liao was unsure. If could have been minutes, but his longing for her had taken such hold of him that he wouldn’t be surprised if he opened his eyes to see the sun was up. But his lids remained a curtain over his eyes, and opening them in such a pure moment would be as daunting as poison in a wine glass. Gently, lovingly, he placed her at the bedside and took his place over her, his strong arms holding him above her. At this moment he couldn’t imagine anything in his life culminating to such a pleasure within him. When his life was spared at Xiapi, when Yuan Shao fled defeated at Guandu, even when Sun Quan barely escaped as he led 800 men to victory against 200,000, none of that glory were as soothing to his soul as the caressing touch of Sun Shang Xiang’s lips pressed fervently against his in heated passion. It also helped that the woman he held himself over now was a beauty to behold. He had been awestruck from the first day, when he taunted her and saw her cute frustration. It only intensified over the next days, when Zhang Liao saw how strong she could be. This woman was one of the finest breeds he’d ever seen, and tonight she was all his. That accomplishment alone stood as a mountain over any feat this general found in battle. His honor, his might, and all that he held dear to him were as raindrops in a pond in comparison to this woman. Zhang Liao lost track of time again as he laid over her, still engaged in the kiss they had yet to break. For whatever reason, whatever it was that sparked Zhang Liao to progress this love; he lifted his head from hers and looked into her eyes. Hers shined as brilliant marbles. They were globes of greener pastures he had seen traversing land across this country, and he could lose himself in the splendor that lay behind them. The progression took a while, but neither Zhang nor Sun would speak a word against a single moment they spent together tonight. Wenyuan knew he was not out of line in his woman’s eyes, but still he waited, courteous as a gentleman, allowing his lady to spark the return of the romance, and that would be all that he needed. A simple confirmation that what was about to transpire was indeed what she wanted, as it what certainly what he wanted. And there it was. The lady pulled him back to her, signaling she wanted Zhang Liao every bit as much as he wanted her. They locked lips again, and Zhang Liao began to undress her. She was in the privacy of her own estate, and it did not take long for either of them to become completely disrobed. As the lady laid back in her bed, the strong and loving Zhang Liao mounted over her, loving embrace resting within their very lips, Wenyuan slowly entered his manhood within her, and thus began the dance of two lovers; one the mighty general Zhang Liao of Wei, the other Princess Sun Shang Xiang of Wu. (Your move, Adam. Have fun posting as a woman getting stuffed. I'm sure you know all about that.) |
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Post by Yang on Jun 21, 2011 13:45:18 GMT
Someone is speaking to him and the door unlocked, Meng Qiu quickly got up and saw a young man entered the cell. The young man told the young Wei officer that the Sun Estate is off limits to anyone... even a Wei officer like Meng Qiu himself. "My sincere apologies to Lady Sun, my lord" he clasped his hands together and bow down to the young man, no doubt he is in charge when Lady Sun isn't around. He need to tell the young man the truth and he got evidence.
"It is... an odd story. I was chasing after the great thief of Three Kingdoms, the Flying Hawk. I never know that I've after her until we reached the estate and I have no idea that this is estate of Sun family... The thief defeated me and escaped, after that your guards appeared, apprehended me and locked me here."
Meng Qiu told the truth to the young man and he showed the mask to him. It is the mask of the famous thief but Meng Qiu need it back later on, something urged him to have the mask back. "I understand that it is the role of magistrates and constables of Wei to apprehend this thief but I came across and saw her during my night patrol around Xuchang. And my lord, can I have the mask back after you look at it?" Meng Qiu asked the young man.
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Post by Adam on Jun 24, 2011 2:02:26 GMT
// Aha yeah like I am going to go and write a really X-Rated post like you want, Brian . I think that'll be good enough for you and gives the fade out you wanted.
The entrancing sight, the pure but strong eyes; truly a man worthy of the finest of women and perhaps Shang Xiang was just one of those few that fit the bill. The contrast between pure, petite beauty and strong and powerful testosterone was a sight to behold. The two had a chemistry, that was for certain and neither could leave the other alone for more than second, their glances, their attention, their every being focused on one another as the inevitable was drawing nearer.
The princess allowed him free roam and tenderly their clothes grew bare. Light fingers brushed over her dress, untying what held it in place before with a lustful swing, the fabric drifted to the floor beside them. The man's broad shoulders became the attention of Xiang's own fingers as their drifted down his naval, parting the clothing from the skin, drawing lower until he followed her lead in having her modesty removed.
Time flowed with elegance far beyond comparison. Every flicker of candle light was complimented with a kiss, a touch so perfect it'd even melt the cold heart of Lu Bu. It was impossible to say how long they remained in that point before no return. The sparkling eyes of Shang Xiang open and waiting with anticpation, whilst Zhang Liao's bore the eyes of love and readiness.
Eyes closed and mouth gaped at the sensation as they became one in the bedroom, only a soft moan leaving any hint at what was happening within.
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Lu Xiu looked at the man with a perplexity and for good reason. The famous warrior's son could hardly keep track of what the man was reporting, but finally after a short think, though he might understand the concept. First though he needed to make one thing very clear, that no man of Wei should ever bow down or apologise to a Wu dog.
"Apologises? To her? You're a Wei officer, as am I! We don't apologise to those traitorous dogs." He had his opinions and he spoke them freely. "You apologise to our lord and perhaps General Liao, but no other, for this is our land, not theirs."
He looked at the mask, but was ill impressed; taking part in military affairs had put him at a disadvantage over such talk and he soon threw the mask back into the face of the imprisoned man. "Didn't they let you play dress up either?" He spoke mokingly before he turned and banged heavily on the cell door with the side of his right clenched fist.
Two guards unlocked the door and entered, all three soon surrounding the man and once more Lu Xiu spoke. "I had already organised your release, truth be told, I just wanted to see if you're so called 'reason' was as amusing as they said." The guards flanked the prisoner before taking each hand each, Lu Xiu giving a very stern glare, as to say 'do as your told, or else'.
Proving the hands were held, he'd be in for a surprise. Lu Xiu would take a step forward and with his right hand he'd send a sharp punch towards the man's nose. "Take you're fancy dress piece, and your fairy story and get back to your post. Consider that your payment for my inconvenience and your official orders from me for the day."
He turned, did Lu Xiu, only stopping to speak one last sentence before he departed. "...and for heaven's sake... have a wash."
The heavy footsteps left, followed by the two prison guards, however he was left, he'd be free, granted by Lu Xiu, but at a cost. What business went on during the night between the General and the Lady was yet to be fully known by anyone but their own selves. |
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Post by Yang on Jun 24, 2011 12:17:08 GMT
The man throw the mask on his face, an unexpected surprise for Meng Qiu. He stated that he was Wei officer and served under Zhang Liao, he also stated that a man of Wei shouldn't apologized for these Wu people, is this man have no sense of respect?
"I-" before he could speak further more, the man knocked on the door and let two more guards in, Meng Qiu afraid there is some trick in this man's sleeve. The prison guards immediately apprehended him and Meng Qiu tried to struggle but he couldn't. The man punched his face, a Wei man punched his fellow country man. Meng Qiu fall down with his nose bleeding, he stared at the man with vengeance. What even made him more angry that the man mocked him even though he released him.
Soon after the man and the guards left, Meng Qiu slowly reached his hand to the mask and slipped it behind his garment. He walked out from the cell door, his heart is burning as he walked towards the two guards who confiscated his lamellar armor and sword. As he wear his lamellar armor around his chest after gained his freedom, the guards was mocking at him as Meng Qiu grabbed his sword.
"A fine punch indeed from Lord Lu Xiu."
He was far beyond anger, Meng Qiu punched the first guard while the other guard tried to apprehend him, the young warrior grabbed and flipped the second guard on the ground. Draw out his sword, Meng Qiu stabbed but he didn't killed the guard, he stabbed his sword near his face. "Tell me, is that the name of the arrogant official who hit me? What else do you know about him? Tell me!" Meng Qiu wasn't calm as before, he was vengeful as if he lost his honor, the guard whimpered for a while.
"Please, have mercy! I'll tell you! He's served under Lord Zhang Liao."
"A pity, you've told a worthless answer for my valuable question."
"Wait! There's more!.. He is son of... Lu Bu!"
"Hmph." Meng Qiu released the guard from his grasp while the other one gained his balance, but he wouldn't dare to attack Meng Qiu as he was afraid of him already. "So, he is the son of the infamous Feng Xian... No wonder, at least I've know his weakness." Meng Qiu sheathed his sword as he look at the two guards, "If you think that your lives are valuable, don't tell the son of Feng Xian or anyone else about what I've done to both of you, otherwise I'll come back and have both of your heads and bodies to be feasted by the wolves. Am I clear?" the guards later get up and bow down, as Meng Qiu walked away from them.
He walked out from the entrance of the estate, his vengeance haven't been quenched yet. "Lu Xiu... I will remember this," he muttered to himself as he walked down the road, he will marked Lu Xiu as his enemy even though he served under Lord Zhang Liao who Meng Qiu respected.
[Meng Qiu left]
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Post by Tony Stark on Jul 14, 2011 19:55:30 GMT
Encencencencencencenc Using the reward Rubric, The thread scored high in everything; plot, conflict, character development, and entertaining factor. Zhang Liao- +15 Reputation, +1 Alignment, +1 special point SSX- +15 Reputation, + Alignment, +! special point, SSX is now pregnantSam (since it wasn't Cao Cao in the thread)- +10 reputation, -1 Alignment for throwing down the princess. Meng Qiu- +10 Reputation, -5 Alignment for intruding on the Princesses quarters. I gave Zhang Liao and SSX +1 because nobody knows y'all fucked yet, and making love is benevolent |
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