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Fire and Ice	By : WotanAnubis Category: +A through F > Dynasty Warriors Views: 6942 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TITLE: Fire and Ice

AUTHOR: WotanAnubis

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Dynasty Warriors 7 or any of its characters. No profit is being made.

RATING: NC-17

PAIRING: Zhu Rong/Yue Ying

NOTE: Yes, I'm ignoring the fact that Zhu Rong and Yue Ying were both already married by the time this story takes place. But I'm willing to make this sacrifice of historical accuracy in the name of pornographic fanfic.

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Zhu Rong looked at the woman sitting calmly on the other side of the hut's small fire pit. She was dressed mostly in green, with some white and black here and there. Her features were somewhat plain, as was her brown hair, and her body was typical of a so-called 'civilized' woman. She didn't seem to have an ounce of muscle anywhere, though admittedly she didn't look soft and fat either. Still, Zhu Rong had to admit there was something fascinating about her visitor. Her brown eyes were... striking. They put her in mind of a starry night; bright and shining, yet also cold and distant.

"You were brave to sneak into our camp as you did," Zhu Rong said.

Yue Ying smiled. Her smile looked genuine enough, but it was obviously also fully under her control. It seemed this was one woman who never showed anything she didn't want to show.

"I can be quiet when I want," she said. "And there are obvious gaps in the patrols of your guards. How fortunate, then, that I'm not an assassin, hmm?"

Zhu Rong squatted down by the fire and looked her visitor straight in the eyes. They really were beautiful, but they gave nothing away.

"And then you asked for me," she said. "Why?"

"I would like to put an end to the recent trouble," Yue Ying said. "Frankly, the Shu Kingdom has greater concerns than your people. This campaign to subdue you costs time, money and people better spent elsewhere."

"We will not surrender," Zhu Rong growled.

"I think you will, in the end," Yue Ying stated calmly. "Our strategist has outwitted your people twice already and I have little doubt he will continue to outwit you in the future. So I would prefer to cut through all this nonsense and skip to the final act."

"Our surrender, you mean."

"No," said Yue Ying. "The end goal is a peaceful kingdom. To that end, I propose we marry."

Zhu Rong stared mutely at her visitor for a few moments. She blinked one, then twice.

Then, "What?"

"I think our marriage will help integrate both our people," Yue Ying said. "And it will spare you the indignity of defeat."

Zhu Rong sprang to her feet. "How can you say that so calmly!" she roared. "You hardly know me!"

"It's the sensible thing to do," Yue Ying said.

Zhu Rong didn't know whether she should be terrified by the woman or admire her, but she was bewildered by her all the same. She knew the supposedly civilized people did things differently, but this? To offer one's self to a complete stranger for the sake of... of... politics? Because it was 'sensible'? Marriage was supposed to be about lust and... and... and companionship and love and all that. It was supposed to be passionate, not logical.

And yet... this woman had sat down and decided to give herself away simply to stop people fighting. It was a cold decision made by a cold mind and yet, strangely, spoke of a warm compassion that might be buried somewhere under the ice.

Zhu Rong sat down again. "Meng Huo is our king," she said. "You should marry him."

"Meng Huo is not the daughter of the God of Fire," Yue Ying said. "Marrying into divinity would be a greater symbol than marrying royalty."

Zhu Rong's eyes narrowed, trying to catch even a glimpse of her visitor's true feelings. She couldn't find any. Perhaps she really did mean what she said. Or perhaps she didn't want to marry Meng Huo because he was too much of a large, brutish barbarian in her eyes. Which would make her, Zhu Rong, a less imposing barbarian in her eyes. That wasn't a very happy thought. So perhaps she should just take Yue Ying's word for it.

Still... she wasn't about to give in that easily.

"I won't marry anyone who doesn't lust for me."

Not even this seemed to faze Yue Ying. Her face remained as pleasantly passive as it had been. "Don't you mean love?"

Zhu Rong grinned. "No," she said.

"Then it's a good thing I didn't approach Meng Huo," Yue Ying said, a faint smile flashing across her face. "If he'd proposed the same terms, I would have been forced to reject them."

Before Zhu Rong could figure what her visitor meant by that, Yue Ying shrugged off her green jacket and pulled her black top up. Within moments, the woman had exposed her breasts. They were as exotically pale as her face and perfectly shaped. A bit on the smallish side for Zhu Rong's tastes, perhaps, but that didn't make them less pretty.

Zhu Rong licked her lips as she eyed Yue Ying's upper body. "How bold."

"Merely trying to prove a point," Yue Ying said, a small hint of carefully managed playfulness entering her voice. "But I don't think my lust for you will truly awaken if you stay on the other side of the fire."

Zhu Rong grinned and rose to her feet, quickly ridding herself of the scraps of leather that normally covered those bits of herself she could be bothered to cover. Soon she stood naked before Yue Ying, wearing nothing but a few feathers in her long, white hair, her magnificent, bronzed body on full display for her visitor's eyes. She finally saw some uncontrolled emotion in there. It lasted less than a second and Zhu Rong would've missed it if she hadn't been paying such close attention. For a single instance, Yue Ying had looked at her with raw, powerful lust. She'd quickly replaced that look in her eyes with one of quiet appreciation, an amused, if detached, smile on her face. But that moment of lust had been there and could not have been repressed completely. Zhu Rong knew the feeling still lurked somewhere inside Yue Ying's pale body, waiting for her to unleash it.

"Well now," said Yue Ying, her eyes wandering all over Zhu Rong's barbarian body. "I had thought your choice of clothes left little to the imagination. And yet..."

Yue Ying's brown eyes looked at the large dick hanging between Zhu Rong's powerful legs.

"Truly, I did not expect that," she said. "Interesting."

Zhu Rong laughed. "That is all you have to say? You look on a woman with a cock greater than those of most men, given to her by the God of Fire, and all you can say is that it's interesting?"

"Well, perhaps if I could examine it more closely my appreciation for it would grow," Yue Ying said calmly.

Zhu Rong swiflty moved closer to Yue Ying, her large and, now, slowly hardening cock inches away from the sitting woman's face. And yet, Yue Ying refused to look even a little intimidated by her impressive member, regarding it with polite attention and a hint of subdued enthusiasm instead.

Zhu Rong breathed in when Yue Ying carefully took her long shaft into her delicate hands. Wordlessly, smiling vaguely, the pale brunette began stroking and caressing Zhu Rong's cock. Her hands moved slowly, but with a quiet confidence, across and along the great length. Zhu Rong found herself growing hotter under the woman's careful attentions, her dick growing considerably in thicknes and length as it became more and more erect.

"Mmm," Yue Ying said. It was a quiet sound, but not as calm as before.

Zhu Rong grinned and her cock twitched as it rose further. Perhaps the lust slumbering inside Yue Ying would not be so difficult to awaken if simply fondling her dick was enough to form a crack in her icy manner. The movements of her hands suggested it as well. The brunette began stroking her faster and faster, even trying to wrap her slender fingers around her shaft - a task that soon became impossible as Zhu Rong's erection grew too large for her hands. And yet not even this seemed to deter Yue Ying. Indeed, the greater Zhu Rong's dick became, the more eager Yue Ying became. Provided her eagerness could be judged by the ever increasing speed of her hands.

Zhu Rong moaned when Yue Ying calmly leaned forward and placed a small kiss on the tip of her gigantic cock. The tiny gesture seemed to run down her shaft, then flower inside her body, turning her burning arousal into pleasure. But Yue Ying didn't seem satisfied with giving her member a single kiss. Looking down, her impressive chest rising and falling with every deep, aroused breath, Zhu Rong saw the civilized woman's head bob up and down as she kissed her way up and down the length of her now finally completely erect shaft, kissing and licking every bit of hard flesh she could find. If it had been any other woman, Zhu Rong would have thought them overcome with desire for her divine cock. But with Yue Ying it was different. Even as she continuously lapped at rigid member and filled her powerful body with burning pleasure, there was nothing animal about her. No primal emotions seemed to drive her. Instead, every lick and kiss seemed to be placed exactly where Yue Ying had consciously decided to place them. It would've been annoying if hadn't felt so very good.

And yet... even though Yue Ying had full control over her actions, it seemed to Zhu Rong her emotions were slowly slipping out of her grasp. Although the woman's attention was on her cock, she did look up at her face from time to time, sometimes while dragging her tongue along her shaft, sometimes simply to smile at her in that carefully controlled way of hers. But her eyes had changed. Darkened. She could see desire dancing in them. It was faint, distant emotion, but it was there and Zhu Rong did not think Yue Ying would be able to pull that look away even if she wanted to.

Perhaps, Zhu Rong considered, she ought to do something to feed that distant dance.

Zhu Rong took Yue Ying's hair and pulled her away from her. A thin line a saliva still connected Yue Ying's lips to her hard cock, then snapped.

"Is something the matter?" Yue Ying asked.

Her voice sounded just a tad too distracted, as though she wasn't happy that she'd been pulled away from Zhu Rong's dick and would prefer to be licking it again instead of talking.

"It would not be fair if I was the only one to be pleasured," Zhu Rong said.

Yue Ying's eyes widened for a moment. Then she smiled. "I agree. Some things ought to be shared."

Yue Ying rose to her feet and began undressing further. It took quite some time, since her clothes had been designed to be practical. Even so, Zhu Rong's arousal didn't wane for a second and her shaft remained totally erect as she watched Yue Ying's remove garment after garment. More than that, every bit of pale skin revealed made her feel even more eager for her. Strange, because Yue Ying had already revealed her breasts for her. Revealing her slender legs should've been less exciting than that, but somehow that wasn't the case.

Finally, Yue Ying had disrobed completely and lay down next to the fire pit. Zhu Rong immediately knelt between her spread legs, grasped her cock as best she could and guided it towards Yue Ying's glistening, pink pussy. The tip of her shaft touched the brunette's folds and Zhu Rong felt how wet it already was. She smiled when she realised Yue Ying (or at least, Yue Ying's body) must have been terribly aroused for a while now.

Zhu Rong slowly moved the tip of her dick up and down Yue Ying's wet slit, feeling small tremors of pleasure run through her body. Yue Ying gasped and her back arched lightly the moment Zhu Rong rubbed her dick against the woman's clit. It was a soft sound, even elegant in a way, but it was still a noise born from pleasure. Judging the woman ready, Zhu Rong grabbed Yue Ying's hip with one hand, guided her cock towards her entrance with the other and hesitated.

"Tell me when I go too far," Zhu Rong said. "I don't want to hurt you."

Yue Ying smiled. "Don't worry. I want all of you."

Zhu Rong returned the smile. Yue Ying sounded absolutely sincere, but part of that sincerity probably came from the fact that she didn't have any experience with dicks the size of Zhu Rong's. Or any dicks at all, for that matter.

Zhu Rong pushed forward slowly, earning another excited gasp from Yue Ying's lips. Now holding Yue Ying's hips with both hands she half pushed into Yue Ying, half moved her onto her dick. She moaned when the head of her cock finally entered her completely and heard Yue Ying gasp with pleasure again. She kept moving slowly, filling Yue Ying's pussy more and more, feeling her tight inner walls press beautifully against part of her shaft and wanting to feel that along her whole length. For a moment Zhu Rong dared hope that she actually would, that Yue Ying really was able to take the whole of her divine dick. That illusion was quickly shattered when Yue Ying gasped again.

"Very well," she breathed with a hint of pain in her voice. "That's quite enough."

Not even half of Zhu Rong's cock had penetrated Yue Ying yet, but she wasn't about to complain. Perhaps with practise the brunette might become able to take more of her large shaft, but she wouldn't want that practise if she hurt her now. Still, now that she more or less knew what Yue Ying could take, she could afford to be a little less slow.

Zhu Rong's lustful moans soon mingled with Yue Ying's as she began thrusting, careful enough not to hurt the brunette, but vigorous enough that the tightness clinging around part of the upper half of her dick squeezed ever more pleasure into her barbarian body. Since she still had her hands on the woman's hips, Zhu Rong moved Yue Ying's in time with her thrusts, pulling her towards her when pushed into her, pulling her away when she withdrew. She soon found a good, erotic rhythm, feeling the flames of pleasure fill her naked body.

Having now found a rhythm, Zhu Rong sped up, fucking Yue Ying harder and faster. She took just enough care to note that the moans now spilling endlessly from the brunette lips were of pleasure, not pain, but other than that Zhu Rong happily let her lust consume her. Her moans turned into growls as she fucked Yue Ying without thinking, her whole body moving on pure instinct. Her eyes saw the pale body she was fucking tremble with lust (and shake with her every thrust) and her ears heard her aroused groans, but they meant little to her other than that they were signs of the brunette's pleasure. And pleasure shared was pleasure magnified.

Growling, Zhu Rong fucked herself into a mindless frenzy, thrusting like wild animal (-and yet, somehow, never penetrated Yue Ying any further than the brunette was comfortable with-). The great fire of pleasure blazed through her untamed body, unimaginably bright and searing. The flames licked ever higher within her every time she felt the brunette's hot pussy around part of her cock.

Before too long, the fire consumed Zhu Rong completely and she came screaming, her climaxing dick pouring her seed into Yue Ying's womb. She pulled out and the second wave of her seed splashed onto the pale brunette's belly and breasts while orgasmic bliss washed through her. Without thinking, Zhu Rong reached for her massive, throbbing dick with both hands and jerked herself off, prolonging her orgasm as much as she could and sending stream after stream of her seed onto Yue Ying's body.

Eventually Zhu Rong subsided and returned to her senses. Her eyes widened when she at last really looked at Yue Ying. The woman's body was a complete mess. She was covered in thick strands of her whitish seed and even thicker globs. Her belly, her breasts, her neck, her face, her arms, even her hair. There didn't seem to be a single part of her body that wasn't at least partially coated with her semen. And yet... even though she was messier than any civilized woman would probably be able to stand, Yue Ying was smiling at her, her slender fingers idly tracing elegant patterns in the semen covering her breasts.

"It's settled, then," Yue Ying said. "We shall marry. If not for regional stability, then for our wedding night. And every night after that. And some of the days as well. And who knows," she added with a smile, "Perhaps one day I will be able to take your entire length and you will learn enough control to satisfy me before you yourself come."

Zhu Rong didn't reply. Instead she laughed, lay down next to Yue Ying's messy body and kissed her deeply. Her delicate lips tasted of her seed, but she didn't care. She would marry this woman.
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