The Za’yii Imperial Army’s morals had already fallen bleak after the defeat at the Three Winds Woods. Then their frontline witnessed Yujien Tianhung single-handedly set off a cannon fire, and Lio Whu striking the Flying Corp Commander Yan Feiyu off the horse aggravated the shock and desolated the spirits. So, the Imperial Army routed back a hundred and twenty li, retreating until the edge of Mao Sign. The White Rocks Labyrinth progressed in circles, dense without pattern, looking like tree rings from a map. And the Mao Sign was the thinnest of the rings, geographically on the southeast, and was only a line away from the neighboring country, Fanshwar, where the land stretched broad and open. The Alliance Army rushed the chase until twilight and mist rose in the maze, could advance no more, and thus made camp for rest.

Night, the lamp giblet stew readied out of the pot at the Chienye chief stove. Yujien and the Kan Aqua, Li Ignis, and Chen Sicitas Division ate on the sand, reviewing tactics. Lio Whu’s stew hadn’t boiled, and he took out a short flute and started blowing a squealing tune.

A flute should sound light and bright, but as it was in his hand, it was piercing and shrill, drilling one as if sitting on pins and needles. The Chienye and Za’yii White Rocks soldiers all muffled their ears. Even the Bi’ro camp couldn’t stand this celestial music, and one after another, all hid far away.

Barhu, hungry in his stomach, whooshed in the greater half of a bowl of soup before dipping in two flatbreads. But suffering this meat-mincing-scythe like wind music, even he couldn’t eat any more and cursed. “Urp! The fuck is this son-of-a-bitch blowing, mad dogs scratching walls sounds better than him!”

The crowd let out a laugh, and many immediately went up for japes. “The Bi’ro Maestro is afraid that you all are lonely in our campaign, especially wind up this performance for your entertainment. How could you not appreciate his good thoughts?” Yujien said and roughly downed the meal with the complimentary flute song. “Have Captain Qu eaten yet?” Li Ignis Division Commander Dawron inquired his orderly. “Captain Qu is exhausted, and has already laid down,” was the answer. “How’s his injuries?” another inquiry. “Debrided and dressed,” answer again. “Bastard! Such careless negligence. If the wound swells from infections, what are we to do?” he shouted. The orderly hesitated, unsure of what to do. Yujien chuckled inwardly and opened his mouth. “He won’t eat anything when he’s sleepy. You’ve no need to be hard on them. Tell them to take a couple of rose pastries over. When he wakes hungry, he’ll naturally know to eat them.” When had the orderly heard the Lord Commander speak so gently, and was even more shocked. “Can’t you hear? Hurry over!” shouted Dawron. And he finally left on stiff limbs.

At this moment, Iantu came in quick steps towards Yujien. “My Royal Highness, the Prince wishes to say his thanks to the General,” he relayed. And truly, Badama showed up in the black cloak and bronze crown, one shoulder somewhat sunken, and came by in delayed steps.

“You’re too kind,” Yujien hurried for politeness, stood up to greet, and the score of commanders got up as well. “Your Highness had it rough today. Is your shoulder better?” was heard from Yujien.

“No big problem,” said Badama, holding his shoulder. His build was considered large compared to the commons, but was shorter than Yujien by a great section. As he walked to seven or eight zhang from him, he couldn’t proceed anymore. He paused for a moment before stiffly opening his mouth. “I had been… overly emotional in my past actions. Thinking about it now, many things… shouldn’t have been.”

Yujien smiled. “Today we align as allies; past emotions and grudges have no need to be mentioned. Moreover, for the matter of the Princess Consort, I was the one on the wrong. Your Highness being so gracious today, I seem to be the one looking bad.”

“It’s a curious case to hear the word “wrong” from your lips.” Badama chuckled, and proceeded to lift his head to Yujien, starting with difficulty, “No matter what, thank you very much this time.” He bowed deeply, turned, and left.

Yujien watched his retreating back, his smile slowly dissipating, and his gaze gradually growing profound.

The flapping of wings suddenly came from the horizon. An enormous steel-winged eagle flew in under the moonshine, arriving above the Chienye camps. The falconer relieved the iron ring off the eagle claw, extracted the intel, and delivered it into Yujien’s hands. At the same moment, rustling of long grass behind the Bi’ro camps. A nimble little grey creature, four feet like the wind, dashed towards Lio Whu’s shrill chirpings. The flute sounds halted. Lio Whu took it into his arms, took out a concealed message from its neck, and skimmed over it. His face changed at once and immediately called in the three Achs of the Heavenly Mountains and the Martial Affairs Commanders, and headed back into the yurt.

Barhu was unsettled, seeing Yujien opening the intel, scanning over it, and gathering it tight again. “General, how’s the situation over there?” he inquired.

“All under control,” said Yujien. His five fingers spread open, and the intel had already dissolved into dust, fallen into the white sands, and disappeared altogether.

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Qu Fongning, exhausted from the loss of blood and aching wounds, and in the drifting disorientation, sensed lamplight blazing in the military tent. Several subordinates surrounded him, gruffly peeled his clothes, wetted a towel and wiped his body. He vaguely heard Gerrgu holding his voice down to a reproach, “Gently! You are scraping off his skin!” Uighshön loosened his belt to clean inside and touched the matter between his legs, and snickered. “Oh, oh! No wonder the boss! So big!” And the group of daredevils instantly swarmed in, and seven or eight hands came to strip his pants, wanting to take a glimpse. Gerrgu went livid and gave a sweep with his hairy leg. “Want to die?” he roared. He was way too tired for any protest, with his entire being almost falling into a puff of cloud, and didn’t even bother to lift his pants, squirmed a bit, and slept on. In his dream, he heard the distant sound of boots by his side, then smelled an assault of pastry aroma. And heard Gerrgu nearby shooing, “It’s not for you guys! Uighshön! Put it down! See if he kills you all tomorrow when he wakes up…” Then his slumber fell deep and he heard no more.

And from this sleep he finally awoke at midnight, only sensing the rise and fall of snores on the four surrounding, his entire body sore with no strength, and his stomach unbearably hungry. He felt around himself, his clothes were roughly dressed, a leg of his pants relieved, a thick layer of dressing wrapped around his wound, and someone had used charcoal to draw a couple of birds on his bandage. He wanted to find something to eat, stretched out his hand, and only felt some pastries scrap. His head instantly went mad and gave a right stomp on Uighshön’s face. Uighshön was kicked to his teeth and skin turning over, smacked his lips as if he had eaten something delicious, and started snoring in satisfaction.

Qu Fongning didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, was about to give him another kick when the yurt curtains shifted, and a tall dark figure soundlessly appeared by the entrance.

He had the swiftest reflex, without thinking, his right hand already pressed on the sword hilt as he cautiously regarded the incomer.

The intruder glanced around the yurt interior and accurately walked to him. As he got closer, he ducked down and flicked his forehead.

Qu Fongning sheepishly returned the sword into the hilt and cooed, “General.”

Yujien made a sound of acknowledgment, kicked away Uighshön’s hairy hand, wrapped a thin blanket around him, and carried him outside.

The military yurt’s dropped ceiling wasn’t high. Qu Fongning hooked around his neck and left the ground, seeing his head nearly touching the oilskin tarp, couldn’t help feeling funny, and stretched his hand to hold up a little poncho at the yurt top, so he needn’t duck his way around.

As they came outside the yurt, he saw the moon falling awry, and said, “General, you haven’t slept yet, this late?”

“Mn, lonely in my empty bed, came out to steal someone to sleep with me,” said Yujien, looking at him.

Qu Fongning chuckled out loud, rested against the shoulder, and touched his belly. “My tummy’s hungry. I haven’t got the strength to sleep with you.”

Yujien showed a smile as well. “You need strength to go to bed?” He carried him into the main pavilion and put him on his own bed.

Qu Fongning had never received such grand treatment, and for a moment didn’t catch up to his vibe. “It’s… war time!” he whispered.

“You don’t need to eat in war?” Yujien teased and pushed over a red lacquered tray. There was a vessel of deliciously fragrant purple rice, a bowl of lamb giblet stew, a dish of fried sticky rice cake, and ten or so sticks of grilled lamb. Qu Fongning hurrayed and pounced on like a hungry tiger, and with hands and claws, munched and gulped. His two cheeks puffed high, and seeing Yujien watching himself with a smile by the bedside, he strove hard to swallow it all down and mumbled, “You want to have some?”

Yujien watched him wolfing with great amusement. “Come,” he teased him.

Qu Fongning hurriedly picked out a nice square piece of fried cake and carefully delivered it over. Before it touched his lips, his hand turned, and with a “Aawhu,” stuffed it into his own lips.

Yujien watched him laughing beside himself and put up an angry face. “Play me, eh?” He lifted his leg and gave his bum several claps.

Qu Fongning laughed to his whole person shaking, even the fried cake on his lips shook. He tumbled for a good long time before finally swallowing it. Yujien let him rest his injured leg over his knees, and saw the messily dressed gauze tie. “Who tied this for you? Even drew a bird!”

Qu Fongning spread wide open comfortably on his back. “Why, aren’t those dog fuckers! I’ll get them tomorrow!” he huffed.

“This is called the beam’s crooked, so the joists are askew. The captain isn’t proper and the soldiers aren’t right,” scoffed Yujien.

Qu Fongning twisted round and back through the meal and gulped down some tea. Full and warm, one thinks of carnal desires. “Improper, how?” He lifted the injured leg, and probed in between his legs all without any technique, with the golden bells ringing a jingle. Yujien caught his feet with one hand, getting up in threat. “Little cripples dares to hit on the boss?”

Qu Fongning changed to the other leg and felt the matter at his crotch already half hard, and escalated his poke, his eyes already turning devious.

Yujien loomed over, holding the bend of his knee in his arm. “You’re full now?”

Qu Fongning heard the ends of his vocal already turning raspy, undemurely opened his legs, and put his hands on his broad shoulders. “Mn… No. Nearly there.”

Yujien’s tops was half dressed, the beautiful muscles of his naked chest aligned perfectly with the unbuttoned military uniform. “Let me feed you?”

He brushed aside the messy tendrils on his little lover’s forehead, his rough hand gently caressed his face, held his neck with his elbow, and he leaned in to kiss him.

When they parted, Qu Fongning’s lips flushed red, and the corners of his eyes were full of the red torrent of lust. “Feed me… feed me full.”

Yujien kissed, answered, and held him up and started to undress his clothes. This summer uniform cloak piece was too wide, and Qu Fongning usually had to tie it with a strap to prevent it from falling off his shoulders. Seeing him unwrapping his messy belt strap one by one, he felt a little abashed, and darted a glance at his hand. “It’s fine, not undressed.”

Yujien made no comment. And only until the last strap was unwrapped, he helped him take off the one-sided trousers, and took off his thin underwear. He then proceeded to undo his uppers and half knelt on the bedside, one-by-one buttoning the dark bronze buckles of the military breeches.

Qu Fongning was fully naked, admiring him unwrapping his magnificent body in the darkness. His gaze landed on his half-undressed breeches, seeing his member already hard and tall, protruding a rough silhouette in the white underwear. A charge of distinct masculine scent suffused the air. His body warmed. He licked his lips, adjusted over to rest on his thighs, and lifted his eyes at him in question.

Yujien’s movements paused. “No need,” he said. He put him down on the bed with his back to himself, lowered to kiss his nape, and pressed several heavy kisses on his shoulder.

According to Yujien’s usual temper, he’d already peeled apart his ass and went straight in. Qu Fongning dug deep into the bedding, waiting for him to drive into himself, didn’t expect him not to have the intent to use lubrication, and bit his lips down before the discomfort.

Unexpectedly, he waited for long, and Yujien did not make a move. The hand full of calluses caressed his shoulders. He traced along his slender spin, kissing from the dipped outline of his waist down up the plump hips… and down.

Qu Fongning’s tightly bitten lips were astounded apart, and his entire body tensed into a bowstring. Yujien’s normal behavior acted like the stalwart yellow dragon, and this kind of tender treatment was far and few. And never ever with his own mouth. As soon as he sensed he wanted to kiss by his anal entry, he immediately panicked and writhed in protest. “Dirty… It’s very dirty.”

Yujien also seemed somewhat hesitant, and in the end, only touched the tender meat on his bum and rose back above him. Faintly, he sniffed a whiff of perfume from one side of his hip, and lowered his head to kiss his waist. “Ningning, you smell so sweet.”

“Ahh,” Qu Fongning exclaimed and backhandedly drew out a smoked pouch with two pointy corners. “The Old Fox gave me this and said it’s his daughter’s handiwork. It’s made quite pretty, these curious corners don’t even hurt when it pokes on the bum.”

Prudent with intent, Yujien instantly got the hint and said with a quiet laugh, “The Old Fox leaves a perfume to show good well, but allows me to be this scent and beauty thief.” The corner of his lips shifted and robbed another deep kiss on his waist.

Qu Fongning’s waist was more sensitive than others. And having his stubbles’ poke, his body instantly melted, and he turned around his face to kiss into him. His lips just had some water, but in the turn of an eye, already dried in the entanglement of the lips and tongues.

Yujien entwined with him, kissing for length, then took over the oil balm to rub his virile member, lubricated well, and curled up one of his legs, and thrusted in deep. Qu Fongning’s entire body was unbearably thirsty and his canal had been hollow for long. As his thick, hot erection plunged towards the depth, his body finally felt sweet and full, ineffably happy, and only felt everything before his eyes going back, his body a cloud of soft wetness, and nearly released right there.

Yujien’s long legs pinned his two sides, holding his injured leg in protection. He slowly thrusted and stroked from his back, every time hitting the deepest spot in his body, almost slapping in the heavy essence sacks altogether. His arm held over his chest, the scorching hand continuously stroking his nipple and lower abdomen, his lips dropping kisses by his ears, and his breaths falling deep and husky with his movements.

Qu Fongning was entirely enveloped by him. The interweave of breaths, the ceaseless caresses, the whole and complete thrusts, the deep passionate kisses. He felt every fiber of his being truly revered and fell wholly drunken in this limitless love.

The wound on his leg had been long drenched with sweat, the edges of the gauze dressing had been soaked. But in this moment, how could he feel any pain? He only felt the wound being bothersome and could not completely fulfill him. Yujien lifted one of his legs, carefully avoiding his wound. He saw him perching his bum, coming to meet him, and another leg haphazardly kicking on the edge of the bed. The clinging song of the bells rang in the pavilion. And he bit on his ear, teasing him, “Say it yourself, what does this look like?”

Qu Fongning’s left leg was held high in his hand, and he was pinned in the deepest and softness part of his body, even his five organs and six entrails all pierced through by his gigantic member, and the most sensitive spot in his body under wave after wave of heat, thrilling him going dead and alive. At this moment, he had not one bit sense of shame, turned his head and bit his lower lip, and lightly called a sound, “Woof.”

Yujien laughed and cursed and started to charge at him with increased force. The section plugged in his ass thickened and scorched hot, and the sticky umbrella tip drew the lusty watery in his canal into threads and slammed it into froth. Before the climax, Yujien held him solidly in his arms, and shot the long-accumulated essence into his tightly clasped intestinal walls, searing his entire body to shivers, and he almost couldn’t bite down his moans. Yujien’s resolute mouth sealed his dehydrated lips, pinning his tender tongue through the ejaculation.

The entire session of love was in the dark and secret, full of suppressed breaths, soundless wet kisses, and thick lust. Qu Fongning cummed twice. His head went under waves of black vertigo, and his whole body was floating in an ocean of clouds. Between the breaths, he only felt his iron-clad arms still holding him tight, squirmed, and Yujien’s raspy voice rang by his ears, “Don’t move.” Finding him puzzled, he planted a heavy kiss on the wet hair on his nape. “Not done cumming.”

Qu Fongning’s back warmed, and truly, several shots of hot torrents came into the depth of his body. The two had saved for a long time. His lower abdomen was already a swamp of wetness. Yujien’s essence sack was way stronger than his, and cummed his entire ass full and slowly overflowing down the soft walls of his crack.

Qu Fongnign’s orgasm hadn’t passed, feeling the remaining fullness in his body with especial satisfaction. He pressed closer to him and turned his head, wanting to say something to him. Just as he moved, Yujien already found his lips and kissed deeply for length, before parting with him.

Qu Fongning was kissed dazed and winded, and couldn’t recover for a good long time. Yujien wasn’t usually particularly rough in bed, but was both gentle and bossy, and never been clingy in his own initiative. Qu Fongning had been used to be the clingy one, was suddenly treated with so much cherishing care, and felt somewhat overwhelmed. He obediently laid in his arms, letting his powerful arms rest over his waist.

Yujien cuddled him for a while, and adjusted his sweat-soaked face over, directing him to himself. The pair was still connected in their lower half. Qu Fongning’s waistline mellowed. His gaze seemed to be in a dream. “Da-ge,” he cooed softly.

The gaze with which Yujien directed him gradually clarified. “Ningning,” he answered with a sign. The resolute mouth shifted faintly, seeming with something to say.

Suddenly, a very low call came from outside the pavilion. “General, Elder Iantu has come.”

Startled, Qu Fongning jumped and shot out his hand to fish for clothes. Yujien raised his hand to stop him and whispered, “Don’t be scared.”

A black shadow walked in on swift steps; it was really Iantu seeking an audience. His crown was strewn and his dress loosened, obviously having come in a haste, and had no time to assemble his clothes. As he got to the threshold of the main pavilion, he approached no more. “General, terrible news, Lio Whu has really defected!” he delivered rapidly.

Yujien’s voice lifted slightly: “Oh,” he replied.

And Iantu reported: Lio Whu’s arrival this time with the troops, though he claimed to be coming on aid, but in the back, he was secretly conspiring with the Za’yii Royal Palace, and plotting with Daishüban to annihilate Chienye and White Rocks Armies at the same time. The last time going to scout with Captain Qu was also part of his plot, colluding with the Imperial Army’s ambush in the sunken valley, and attempted to hold Captain Qu as hostage. Fortunately, it was unsuccessful. Today, Daishüban received a defeat at the Flying Dragon Gorge and knew he could not succeed along his lonely log, and immediately sent him a message. As soon as the Old Fox received the secret message, he at once called for a forty thousand men deployment from Bi’ro to come around Fanshwar by borrowing their roads. And even sent hundreds of gifts of gold and dozens of jade curtain walls to the Right Crowne King, to request Fanshwar civilians off the roads. The army is traveling a thousand li in a day, and their forces are meeting in the blink of an eye. His Highness the Prince is grateful of the General’s righteousness and despises Bi’ro’s betting on two ends, and wishes to join forces with the General for a combined attack, to cut off the enemy reinforcements’ meeting. First kill Lio Whu, then remove the tyrant. And after attaining the great feat, swear with Chineye as brotherly nations, your kindness forever remembered, and never to be betrayed.

Qu Fongning listened with much excitement. His body went hot, and his fists clasped tight. Yujien still held his waist lazily, and the virile member inserted in his body even started to harden again.

Qu Fongning’s tailbone suddenly had a palsy; he almost couldn’t believe it. Only until Yujien pressed on his crotch, pushing the sweltering shaft measure by measure into the end of his wet and tender canal, the angry bulging veins of the shaft nearly expanding his inner walls full, he finally hastily bit on his fingers to avoid letting out a moan.

Then his arm was suddenly pulled aside, but it was Yujien taking his finger off and sending his muscular arm to his lips. Qu Fongning didn’t understand the meaning yet, opened his mouth and bit him. And was taken aback when the tip of his ear got a bite, and the voice by his earlobe enthralled, “Don’t bite so hard.”

For a moment, Qu Fongning hadn’t understood, and thought, I hadn’ used my teeth yet! And felt his matter was stroking very slowly in his body, and suddenly came around. His face went full red and took a vicious bite in revenge.

Iantu was extremely anxious, found no response from the pavilion, and pried, “General Yujien?”

Yujien’s heavy body rose and pressed Qu Fongning under him. “I’ve heard. Go back and tell His Highness the Prince, Tomorrow before Mao Time, the Army will be equipped and ready, I have arrangements,” he voiced.

These words already returned to a tone of business, low and austere and full of authority. As soon as Qu Fongning heard him open his mouth, his lower abdomen suddenly had a heat wave, his member instantly went hard, and his ass couldn’t help contracting rapidly.

How could Iantu imagine the sensual scene inside the pavilion, and he remained hesitant. “The matter is urgent, the Imperial Army has probably already outflanked…”

Yujien gave a languid laugh, and cut him off, “Lio Whu fought with me for ten years and never had a victory.” He held Qu Fongning’s tensed waist towards himself, the belly of his finger wrapped around his tender tip.

Iantu heard his meaning, obviously confident with his plan, and hastily folded his hand. “Our humble army’s sixty thousand troops will hark the General’s commands anytime.” He respectfully conducted a bow, turned, and left.

Qu Fongning finally let out a heavy breath. As soon as the tense string relaxed, his body no longer heeded his command; the control above his testes suddenly let wide open, and thick gulps of cumm all shot into Yujien’s palm. Yujien deliberately sent the finger dripping with white jizz to his mouth and traced about his lips. Qu Fongning had cummed all exhausted, and barely lifted the back of his hand, wanting to wipe it away. Before it got to his mouth, Yujien’s air pressed in, and he kissed away the residue on his lips.

And in the connected position, Qu Fongning turned around, his knees pushing on his crotch, mouthing at him, “Yum?”

The corner of Yujien’s lips lifted. He adjusted him back in his arms and regarded his face in full attention.

After cumming, Qu Fongning didn’t feel too comfortable with him inserted inside himself. Thus, he didn’t understand the profoundness of his gaze, and crooked his neck in question. “Want to sleep inside me?”

Just as Yujien was about to open his mouth, Lio Whu’s rich, beautiful voice already rang outside the entrance: “My Lord the Ghost sovereign, are you available for a chat?”