Be Gentle, Immortal Master

Chapter 48 - Scrumptious

[ WARNING: this is a purely fictional scene featuring a professional stunt. Author has provided all necessary spells to her characters to guard against potential health and safety hazards. Please don't take anything seriously, and definitely don't try it at home! ]

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"Bai Ye!" I cried as more candied hawthorns slid inside me. "This is not how you're supposed to eat them!"

Well, I was the one eating them at the moment though … and I was full. My near-climax body shivered with every new piece squeezing its way in, shoving around each other and pushing hard against my inner walls. The swell felt foreign in every way, but the rousing sensation was not any less … maybe even more than usual.

"I'm only starting," Bai Ye coaxed. "The best part is when the glaze melts …" He silenced the rest of my protests with a hard kiss and lifted me from the bench.

I moaned as my body curled up in his arms. The shift in position tightened up the space within me, and the already overfilled hawthorns prodded me even more until he placed me on the table. I couldn't tell if that was torture or relief.

Then he shed my lower garments and spread me open, dropping to his knees.

"Bai Ye …" I whimpered and turned my head aside, as if not looking at him would ease my embarrassment—I had finally pieced together his puzzle, and this was not what I expected at all from his placid words earlier—but my self-consciousness only made the yearning within me burn hotter, and I couldn't bite back the squeal when he kissed me on the lips below.

Everything inside me stirred to life under his command. I trembled again, and I had to prop myself up with my already quivery elbows to not fall over the farther edge of the table. The candied hawthorns swirled and bounced with every stroke of his tongue, relentlessly fueling the fire he had just lighted, their erratic motion intensifying the maddening sensation even more. I writhed, but he steadied me with a firm grip on my hips.

"You are juicier than candies, Qing-er." I heard his voice drifting from between my legs.

I moaned louder as he deepened his kiss. Candies … There was no doubt that their glaze would've melted in the heat of my body long ago, and I wondered if it was starting to drip down my thighs along with my wetness. To think that he was tasting me like this … drinking me in …

Just how salacious a scene were we making?

The thought scorched me, but the guilty pleasure only made me arch my back and spread my legs even wider before him. His lips and tongue wreaked havoc, and I thought the flames might burn me alive as I trembled near my limits. "Um … Bai Ye … um … ah!" When one last stroke of his tongue sent me over the edge, my elbows buckled. I would've fallen off the table if he didn't rise over me and scooped me up in his arms.

"And scrumptious indeed," he whispered into my heaving breaths.

My eyes could barely focus after the shattering climax. "Bai Ye … Why?" I murmured in an almost inaudible voice. "You didn't … didn't need to …" Didn't need to go this far to please me like so.

"I'm your master, Qing-er. It is my responsibility to teach you the best way to enjoy new treats in life."

I whimpered when his finger slid inside me again. With a light pull, the hawthorns rolled out of me and thudded onto the ground. A sticky trail followed them down my thighs.

The sudden emptiness within brought a brief moment of clarity back to my mind. But it felt wrong, leaving me shriveling with a hollowness that throbbed with cravings. "Bai Ye …" I clutched his breeches with my shaky hands. He was hard and hot underneath, and I wanted him more than ever before. "Come inside …" I said in puffed breaths.

He laughed softly. "No need to persuade me …" He threaded his fingers with mine, and together we loosened his burdens. "You are too appetizing to resist."

I grunted a groan when he gripped my hips and plunged forward. The familiar feeling of him snug against me, claiming every corner inside my body with equal force and fire, answered all my yearnings and aches. As much ecstasy as the candied hawthorns just brought me, this was what felt right, and I looped my arms around his neck, dropping my head back to sigh my pleasure.

He had said that sweets tasted best under the stars. He didn't lie. The darkening evening sky was strewn with dazzling jewels, and all was quiet except the distant songs of night birds, mingled with our breaths and my moans. It felt as if we were the last people left in this world.

"Do you think the stars see us?" I asked dreamingly, my mind drifting between reality and the surreal realm of euphoria he was taking me into. I wondered what the stars would think of the sight if they did see. With our robes still on and barely disheveled, we looked nothing more than a usual pair of master and disciple from above, but could they guess what we were reveling in under their eternal gaze?

It only took him a moment to figure out what I was thinking. "They sure do," he breathed. "That's why they twinkle—they are too shy to see what's happening beneath them."

I laughed and folded my legs around him, bringing him closer. He squeezed my bottom, and I squeaked as he pushed deep into me, piercing my sensations with his conquering demand.

"Bai Ye …" I lowered my head and sought his lips. "Then we'll show them more, and let them see it all."

The rich sweetness of sugar engulfed me when our lips met, along with his mesmerizing scent and the lingering taste of my desire. It was the most sumptuous feast I could ever imagine, and I kissed him like it was the only thing I ever wanted to do.

Let them see, I thought as we soared higher and higher into the clouds of sensations.. Let the stars and let the world bear witness to what we share.