#applestar

The rough texture of the rope binding your wrists and ankles to the chair scratches against your skin, a delicious reminder of your predicament. A damp spot forms on the seat beneath you, bare pussy throbbing with need.

You can't help but wiggle, desperate for friction, until a sharp slap to your thigh makes you gasp, the sudden sting making your cheeks flush hotly as you still your movements.

A large hand cups the reddened skin, soothing the sting and you clench around nothing, empty and wanting.

"This is what we are going to do" Caleb explains "We'll take turns tasting your pretty cunt, and you have to guess who's mouth is on you. Get it right, and we'll keep going until you cum. Guess wrooong..." He leans in close, breath hot against your ear. "We get to do whatever we want with you. Think you can handle that?"

You swallow hard and nod, heart pounding in your chest, anticipation coiling tight in your belly. You know them so well, their unique touches and the way they worship your body. It should be easy to tell them apart. Even while blindfolded.

Two pairs of strong hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider. The first touch is soft, a tentative lick from the bottom of your slit to your clit. Your hips jerk as a moan spills from your lips. The second lick is firmer, dragging through your folds in a long, languid lick. Your thighs tremble and you bite back another moan, trying desperately to hold onto your composure.

They alternate, shifting from the teasing flicks, tongues tracing figure eights around your puffy clit, to the purposeful strokes, broad tongues running licks up your entire pussy.

They love spit. While one likes to spit on your slit and watch the saliva drip down to your ass, the other likes to lap up the spit left behind and push it inside your cunt with a low groan against your folds.

You're guessing correctly every time, until the pleasure builds to a cresting wave. They're edging you on purpose, pushing you to the brink only to pull back, denying you release. Your mind starts to fray, thoughts hazing with the pleasure radiating from your core.

Just as you're about to cum, soft lips wrap around your clit and suck hard, without thinking you cry out, "Caleb!"

In an instant, the blindfold slips from your eyes. Blinking away the spots, you find yourself staring down into a pair of piercing blue eyes, Xavier's eyes. His lips, glistening with your juices, curve into a smirk.

"Wrong name, bunny," he purrs darkly. "You lose. And now... now we get to play."

As the daughter of the emperor, you were tasked with many arduous responsibilities. Shouldering the pressure of becoming the future heir of the empire, becoming knowledgeable about how the world works was of your utmost priority. You’re a highly educated woman. Ranking among the top students at your school, your intellectual prowess is one of your most redeemable qualities. Your father is well aware of this attribute. He has no uncertainty regarding your capabilities to rule the empire. However, one matter raises concern: your lack of interest in the concubine that he has provided for you. None of the suitable bachelors seems to be to your taste. Each week, a few men are sent back to their hometowns, making more room for future men to hopefully conquer your iron heart. You don’t dare to concern yourself with such frivolous things, worried that it might deter you from your engagements, though your father reminds you that an heir must be created to assure the success of the transfer of power through generations. 

You’re not trying to be difficult, but with your high standards, most of the concubines do not impress you. Although they are certainly beautiful, so much so that their beauty nearly encapsulates you in a trance, there is still a lack of connection. You yearn for a partner with whom you can share ideas and who can keep pace with you and your thoughts. As you walk through the corridors of the palace, you make your way to the library to practice calligraphy. As you enter, you immediately notice the scent of dewy roses and apples sailing through the air. As you walk deeper into the room, the scent gets stronger, and you see a tall man picking up a book from one of the shelves. He immediately stands out with his broad figure and luscious, long hair. He doesn’t seem to have noticed you, as he has yet to acknowledge your presence. You let out a grunt to make yourself known. Upon hearing it, the mysterious man turns around, with crescent eyes looking at you. 

“My apologies, my lady. It seems the books have entranced me, and I failed to properly greet you.” He deeply bows to you, his head lowered to the ground, but you could still see his smile through his cheeks.

“There’s no need to apologize. What is your name?” You inquire, surprised that someone in the palace had managed to find the library. “Xia Yizhou, my lady. I’m one of the concubines the emperor has sent for you. I was making use of the library to pass the time, but I can leave if you want.” 

As he gets back up, the height difference is even greater. Although this could easily intimidate someone, his demeanor is so outgoing and gentle that you see no reason for him to leave. Instead, you are curious as to what book he has picked up. You both sit at one of the chairs near the window that looks out at the mountains and hills. A beautiful spot to talk to a beautiful stranger. The book at hand pertained to physics, and the passion that unleashed in Yizhou’s eye made you more intrigued by his newfound intellectual interest. With great detail, he talks about the invention of the compass, its mechanics, and how it was made. You both exchange different anecdotes of passing knowledge, feeding off each other's intellectual curiosity. In such a short amount of time, you two have become well acquainted. You share the ins and outs of the library, where to look for certain books, as well as some recommendations. By the end, you both part ways, exchanging salutations, Yizhou bowing once again. You feel mirth seep in your heart as you’ve met someone whose presence has you buzzing with great joy. 

A week has passed since you’ve acquainted yourself with the gleeful Yizhou. You’ve been busy yourself in the meantime. Learning the trades that are taking place in the empire, and the upcoming meetings that are to be held with other rulers. After finishing your lessons, you meet with your father to discuss the preparations for the meeting. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous. This would be your first time being exposed to highly powerful people who have important connections to your empire. “Do not allow them to instill fear in you.” Your father says, and you understand what he means by that. Very few women are in these rooms, and you are aware that you must constantly prove yourself to be worthy of ruling. Shortly after giving you plenty of advice, your father excuses himself to see the family physician.  To gather more intel, you decide to visit the training grounds, hoping to inquire about the state of the military and their  trainees. The gentle cool breeze waves your hair through the air, the grass as green as emeralds. You walk onto the sunny path, watching men fight each other with wooden swords. You could’ve easily missed it, but from the corner of your eye, you see a white-haired gentleman, sleeping under the cooling shade of a tree. His looks are akin to an angel. He stands out from the men devoutly fighting. Although the training grounds are loud with screams and grunts, it seems that he is in a deep slumber. You make your way towards the strange sir, hoping to discipline him in front of his comrades. You kneel in front of him, embarrassed that you must lower your stature for this stranger. You dig at his shoulder, and after a few more pushes, the lazy figure emerges from slumber, revealing his deep blue eyes. Upon seeing that he was awakened, you got back up again.

“Should you not be ashamed of yourself? State your name and position.” You say firmly, getting the attention of the other men who were previously too engrossed in their training. However, the stranger doesn’t seem affected by the sudden attention. 

He positions himself to greet you. “Good day, my lady. I am Shen Xinghui. As to why I am not training, that would be because I am one of your concubines.” 

You’re caught off guard by the reply. You did not expect one of your concubines to be out in the open in the palace. Regardless, it was not as if they were a priority in your mind. You quickly excuse yourself, too embarrassed to collect the intel that you originally wanted. You take the opposite direction of the training ground, leading to the main garden. Although you wish to be alone, the person responsible for your mistake boldly follows you. 

“Is there something you need?” Your tone clearly indicates that you are annoyed, but the blue-eyed male seems not to have noticed. 

“This is the first time that I’ve met you, my lady. Please, forgive me for troubling you. I am only curious about you.” Despite his audaciousness to follow you, he’s quite shy and gentle; his features are soft, yet you can tell that his build is strong. 

“Well, you know me now. Anything else?” The man daringly steps closer to you, his gaze never leaving yours. “I'm not sure you are aware of this, my lady, but my father was once a gentry scholar, and his knowledge was passed on to me. If you ever wish to use me for your benefit, I am at your disposal.” Without giving you the time to give a proper refusal, he bows before you and quickly leaves your line of sight. You’re left to wonder the nature of this strange meeting.

A week is left until your meeting, and the closer you get to its date, the busier you are. Piles of files are now at your desk as you try to memorize the numbers and statistics. To say that you are tired is an understatement. You are sleep-deprived, and there’s nothing more you want to do than to sleep for a whole month. You keep your routines consistent in order to maintain a sense of normalcy and control. Every morning, you eat the same breakfast at the same spot, in your study room near the open window. Then, you make it a habit to take a walk through the different gardens in the palace. Overall, there are three of them, and occasionally, you will meet the silver-haired man who is either sleeping or reading a book. Although you are apprehensive about him, you must admit that he piqued your interest, especially when you’ve noticed his good taste in literature. If all is well, you’ll exchange a few words with him. Afterwards, you go back to your office to continue your work. Once it is evening, you have dinner with your father, and if you are lucky, you’ll find Yizhou in the library, and he’ll keep you company as you read through more of the files. You’ve grown accustomed to this routine, anticipating every interaction with the men who have suddenly come into your life. On a rainy day, you see both Yizhou and Xinghui sitting in the library together, discussing the latest invention: the crossbow. With your presence now in their line of sight, their trans-like discussion is put to an end, as both men bow to you. 

“You know there’s no need for formalities. Please treat me as a friend from now on. Both men look at each other and hesitantly place themselves back in their seats. 

You sit near them, intrigued by their topic of conversation. It’s very rare for you to have time to yourself, and it's a shocking sight to see Xinghui and Yizhou be friends. You let the surprise be a nice one. Their chemistry is unmatched, almost as if they’ve known each other for years. With how close you’ve gotten to both of them, you nearly forget that they are your concubines, and at the thought, your heart skips a beat. As the sky gets darker, you decide to let loose for a bit and get some drinks to share. You’ve earned it, you tell yourself. Both men decide to accompany you to the wine cellar. As you all walk in the hallways of the palace, Yizhou wraps his right arm around your shoulder, while Xinghui's left hand is holding yours. Heat is exchanged between you, and although your heartbeat is beating faster, you feel safe being accompanied this way. Once the wine is retrieved, you somehow end up in the private walls of your bedroom. Both concubines are sitting in front of you. Xinghui is lying on his side while Yizhou is sitting up, both of them looking at you with glee in their eyes as you take another sip of the warm wine. You’ve drunk past your limit, but you can’t stop. The impending date of your meeting is getting closer, only encouraging you to drink more, hoping that it alleviates your anxiety. Yizhou is tipsy, but is still of sound mind. As for Xinghui, the wine has almost no effect on him, despite drinking nearly four glasses of wine. As you complain of the stress that the meeting has put on you, both men keep their sights on you, pity and worry overtaking their original mirth. Before you realize, Yizhou comes behind you to massage your back.

“You poor thing..I hate how much they’ve overworked you.” You can almost hear the pout behind his words. You nearly melt at his touch, his fingers working through the built-up tension. Xinghui looks at you inquisitively; if you weren't so flushed, you’d have noticed the glimmer in his eyes. Now, leaving his leisure position, he crawls up to you.

“You know, there’s a reason we’ve been sent here. We could take care of you…” Xinghui whispers in your ear, which makes the hair on your neck stand up.

Up until now, you’ve tried to keep your heart calm around them, but with the wine, Yizhou’s hand, and Xinghui's sultry gaze, you want to let yourself go for once. As Yizhou presses a particular spot on the back of your neck, a whimper falls out of your mouth, and without a second to waste, both men pounce on you. Xinghui takes the first kiss, as Yizhou takes his time to explore your neck and shoulder with his mouth. The sensation of your head falling back. Sloppy kisses are given to you on any part of your body that is left exposed. It takes work to take your hanfu off, but with great patience, both loving men manage to get you bare. You’re left completely naked, though they seem to join you soon after. Unrobing themselves to reveal their chiseled chest, toned legs, and well, beastly dicks. You’re salivating at the sight alone; pink, leaky heads just ready to be licked and sucked. Though that will have to wait since Yizhou eagerly spreads your legs apart. You’re grateful that you’re drunk because the action alone would have made you have a heart attack. Yizhou inspects your pussy. Separating the lips apart and getting a perfect look at your engorged clit and twitching hole. As you’re about to plead for him to stop, Xinghui pulls you back against his chest, placing your head on his shoulder as he demands a kiss. 

“Such a sweet sight..And to think you were keeping this away from us.” A sigh escapes Yizhou’s mouth, lovingly eyeing your core. You had yet to experience something this intimate and adoring, and with Xinghui massaging your breasts as he whispers sweet nothings into your ears, you feel like this is heaven. 

Yizhou wastes no time. A pragmatic man, he puts his mouth to work, using the tip of his tongue to eagerly lick a stripe from your clenching hole to your adorable clit before leaving a wet and sloppy kiss on your clit. From the view below, you can see a string of wetness mixed with saliva connected to his lips and your pussy. The hungry concubine dives right back in, enveloping your clit with the heat of his mouth and tongue. Your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head when Xinghui diverts your attention back to him, positioning himself on your side, greedily sucking one of your tits. 

“Such a good girl for us. Shouldering the pain of the world. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you. You don’t have to think of anything when you’re with us.” Xinghui sloppily says, saliva coming out of the corner of his mouth. 

Yhizou spits on your cunt, spreading the saliva all over your slit, then inserting his index finger. You squirm under the newfound sensation, clenching harshly around the digit. A laugh escapes his mouth as he realises that he can not pull out his finger. “How adorable.” He tauntingly says while adding another finger in, this time making sure to flip the tips of his fingers upwards. A loud moan erupts out of you, your bag arching from the ground as you allow Yizhou to pump his fingers in and out of you. Observing that your poor clit is now getting less attention, Xinghui pushes his thumb past your lip, and you obediently accept, sucking on the finger as you lock eyes with him. At that, Xinghui groans, your pleasure overtaking him. His thumb soon leaves your lips with a loud “Pop!”. The lubricated finger is then placed on your clit, where he rubs soothing circles over it. You don’t know how long this has been going on, but the juxtaposition of Yizhou’s harsh fingers pounding you and Xinghui soothingly massaging your clit, you climax. Hard. Your legs are closing around the man’s hands as you shake violently from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Theeeeere you go. Such a good girl for us!” Yizhou exclaims, lighting, tapping your pussy with his hands, encouraging you to release more of your juices. Xinghui kisses your cheek, occasionally whispering “That’s it,” and “Good job, baby.” 

By the time you regain some sense of your body, you are completely limp, ready to pass out at any minute. Sensing this, both men decide to momentarily pause their strenuous activities to clean you up and get you ready for your slumber. “Don’t think this is over just yet. You must pick who’ll pluck your cherry.” Yizhou replies as he calmly pats your head to sleep, your body trapped by the two concubines. 

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