A SMALL MATTER OF MARRIAGE CONTINUED (*THE REUNION* FAITH FAN FIC)
It's me again, long time no see... LJ limited how much I can post, so the last bit is here.
Choi Young conducted a quick and precise interrogation of the warrior maidens, bypassing the usual step of first informing Lady Choi, which would have been an appropriate order of things. But if Imja was in danger… Not again! He learned that the Queen and her “favorite” departed in the morning and that they both seemed relaxed and happy. They traveled with entourage and did not appear to be in any danger. But if Eun Soo wrote “Save me!” it meant that something was wrong. Maybe, she was under duress or maybe, she was trying to protect herself and the Queen. Maybe, somebody was plotting something…. Maybe… His head was exploding and his hands were itching to cut a few heads off.
He reached the temple by the nightfall. He evaluated the walls for any weak spots, and under the cover of darkness, he used an old army trick - look for trees or foliage that seemed out of place - it usually was used to cover a trap or hide something. And sure enough, he found an opening by the west wall that led to a well-lit underground tunnel, which reinforced stone walls showed good craftsmanship and planning.
He wasn’t the first unexpected visitor in this particular temple then; as quietly as possible, he moved through the tunnel, finding the ending to lead to a hidden room. The door slid silently, revealing a dark hallway; sword in hand Choi Young used all of his patience to close the door and remember exactly where it was. He moved in the shadows, listening intently to anything that might help him find Imja quickly, or any signs of danger. He hid behind a few pieces of furniture, as a pair of monks walked by, discussing softly with each other:
“Poor Queen, she will have a terrible hangover tomorrow.”
“That favorite of hers is wasting her away, such a bad influence.”
“That woman sure has the stamina of 10 men when it comes to drinking.”
“You could never tell by her looks.”
And they disappeared by turning the hallway, making Choi Young lift his brows, hangover?
He walked to the side of the building where the monks came from and found several maidens standing guard right outside the two rooms. He recognized the ones who were permanently posted to the queen, so the other two must have been guarding Imja. They seemed pretty relaxed, with the two of them quietly chatting and the other two, trying to keep them quiet. With such poor protection, Choi Young easily passed by them and went around the corridor through the door that led outside, finding a garden and a window… He made sure it was the right room and able to slide the window open, climbed inside the room, closing the window quietly behind him. The room was dark, the smell of alcohol hit his nose, not being covered by the incense burning on the table. He looked around the large room… Over the bed, Imja rested, uncovered and sprawled in her sleep.
Choi Young could not deny it - anger flared in him. There she was, sleeping her drunkenness off, while dying from worry, he had to cross what felt like half the kingdom to find her. His hand fell to his hips, eyes closed and lips pressed as he breathed in; at least she was safe. Walking over to the bed, he stared down at her; in her peach colored dress, her hair messy, her cheeks red and lips half open… He smiled, unable to help it.
“Listen here, Imja,” he said softly, leaning to touch her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open and a scream escaped her lips before she could recognize him, while her legs kicked in the air, hitting him; he fell to the bed, completely taken by surprise. For a second she stared at him. The maiden outside let out a call for alert; and without thinking much, husband and wife, took hold of each other and rolled off the other side of the bed, him hitting the ground while she landed on him.
The door opened and the maiden called out for the doctor. Eun Soo lifted up, and waved at her. “I fell from the bed, sorry for scaring you!”
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, yeah, just… I’ll get to bed.”
“Do you need help?” Asked the girl, about to enter the room to help her up.
“No!” she said with more strength than really necessary, while Choi Young covered his mouth with his hand, eyes wide. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? We’ll be rotating soon, so…”
“I’m fine, I’m so drunk, I need to sleep it off.” And she faked an exaggerated yawn, waving her off. The girl simply smiled and closed the door.
The woman looked down at Choi Young, who breathed out some relief. “What are you doing here?” She said, hissing.
“You sent me this letter and I was worried.” He said, hissing right back at her.
“What let… OH! That letter? Did you like it?”
“What’s to like? I get this letter saying you needed me to save you!”
“What do you… ah… did the delivery boy lost the first part?” They stared at each other, and he closed his eyes in frustration.
“There was more?”
“Yes, of course, it was a love letter. The queen helped me write it.”
Choi Young let out a powerful exhale, and sat up. “Have you any idea how worried I was?” He said louder, making her cover his lips with a finger.
“They’ll hear you.” He nodded, understanding, and suddenly realized the position they were in: him sitting on the floor, while her knees were to each of his sides; her finger pressed to his lips to keep him quiet. The light was dim and although the air was fresh and clear he was oddly hot; it was her fault, for creating a mixture of anger and lust. Eun Soo seemed to realize this too, and they stared at each other, breathing in deeply. “Young-ah?” She said softly, making his lips press a kiss to her finger, eyes fogging with something that wasn’t anger or amusement.
Eun Soo gasped in surprise and felt the same emotion hit her.
“Honey, we can’t…” She said softly, her hand falling down as his slid into his clothes, pulling out a piece of paper that was shaken open. She watched this happen slightly upset, while Choi Young desperately looked at the paper and then at her.
“What are you…?”
The paper was a calendar she’d made for him, and he counted the days. “I think we can.”
“Choi Young,” she suppressed the laugh. Her sweet general was counting the days diligently.
“Yes we can, we really can!” He said, finishing his count and looking up at her; Eun Soo could not stop herself any longer and started laughing, leaning to muffle the sound with his clothes. He chuckled, having heard his own desperation as it echoed between them, and his hand rested at the end of her spine, making her lift and stare at him, eyes clouded with the same feeling Choi Young had.
Hiding in a cramped dark space with the maidens outside the door was strangely exciting; the less comfort they had, the more creative they became in satisfying each other. "I have an idea," whispered hot and bothered Eun Soo in his ear, while he was untangling the mixture of their garbs. "Let's cover each other’s mouths with cloth, so that we don't have to worry about the noise."
"We cannot avoid ALL the noise.” They would still have to move!
"Stay still," ordered Eun Soo. She got up, pulling up her pants, which were already undone, and holding them with one hand, she went up to the door and stuck her head out. "Ladies." The maidens jumped and straitened, feeling tired they both dozed off. "You woke me up," scolded them Eun Soo. "I don't know what the point of guarding me, if you cannot ensure a good night’s sleep!"
They looked scared at her, "But lady, we are only doing our jobs."
"You don't want me telling lady Choi, do you?"
"Please, we did not mean to, we will be real quiet."
"Too late, I can even hear you breathing through the door now, that's how wide awake I am. You have to step away from the door. You and you," she pointed in two different directions, "Go to the opposite ends of the corridor, that way you can see any danger before it reaches my room. I don't want to see your shadows lurking, if I even here you steps... Unless my life is in danger, even if you here any noises from my room, till I call for help, stay put at your posts."
"But why would there be noise?"
"I need to exercise to tire myself; I might do some walking around the room or maybe even jumping on the bed."
"Jumping on the bed???"
"What, you never jumped on the bed for exercise? It has excellent aerobics properties."
"Yes, Lady Yoo."
And the girls turned around, moving to the far corners of the corridor, taking their new posts. Eun Soo returned to the room to find Choi Young rolling on the floor, laughing with his sleeve stuck in his mouth to reduce noise.
"We are free to do as we please now," proudly announced Eun Soo.
quot;You sure are a wife of a general! Should we pick up where we left off?"
"I do not remember," Eun Soo was being coy.
"Let me remind you," and he pulled her down on the floor, placing her on himself. He proceeded to untie her underpants, while she took his shirt off. For some reason, this was not as exciting anymore and they both knew it.
“Lady Yoo.” He said softly, stopping the kiss. “I’m disappointed in you.”
“What?” She asked, taken aback with the statement.
“You made me worried to death this evening, did you not know?”
“I was so drunk, Daejan, I am sorry. Besides, it’s not like you can punish me.” And his eyebrow arched, his face serious. “You ARE going to punish me?” His hands shot forward, taking hold of her shoulders; she yelped surprised, and was lifted, and sat on the bed; astonished the woman watched the man before her undo the belt around his waist, getting naked for her.
“Give me your hands,” he ordered in a low sensual voice, his own hands reaching forward. “Since you are a prisoner here, I have to bind your wrists, so that you don’t attempt to escape,” he continued, utterly serious; the tone made a shrill of excitement run down Eun Soo’s back, her body shivering as the general wrapped the soft material around her wrists. How could he even see in the dark? “I have several reasons to punish you, prisoner Yoo; one, you worry your husband and force him to sneak into this temple; two, you drink yourself to oblivion even when your husband has prohibited it; three, you wantonly deny your husband the pleasure of your body. Have you anything to say in your defense?”
“That I…” and he pushed her down on the bed, hand holding her bonded wrists against the covers and making her grow quiet.
“No, I didn’t think so. So now, I Choi Young, commanding general of the WooDalChi, shall do indescribable things to you as punishment.” He pulled off her pants, having unbound them before, and climbed on the bed, beside her legs. Choi Young undid the folds of her clothes, letting the soft fabric slide from her arms and shoulders, while Eun Soo stared up at him in surprise. Not only had he captured her, he ran judgment over her; the thrill of excitement ran down her spine again, but instead of shivering she was lifted to meet his hands; he was currently opening the last of her clothes revealing her skin to him. In the midst of darkness he let out a sigh of delight.
He savored her skin, finding her collarbone with ease, tracing the smooth skin there as he dropped licks and openmouthed kisses. Eun Soo moaned softly, uttering unlikely “Please, stop”, while her eyes pleaded for more. Was she playing with him or was she really unhappy being his prisoner? He bent her legs to the side, not all the way, but simply to accommodate him as his dexterous fingers found her breasts; his hands were cold, and upon touching the skin her nipples became hardened peaks, aching to be warmed.
He leaned to taste her; aware of her need and willing to fill her. He sucked gently the needful skin and bit the nipple moving away and feeling her shudder. The cold wind between them was the reason why he didn't want to part too long from her; but once again, he did. ”Are you trying to seduce me, prisoner?” And he attempted to separate her legs, meeting her resistance.
"Are you refusing you deserved punishment?” Her behavior started to confuse him.
Why?" He asked angrily, kneeling on the bed and against her weak resistance, forcing his way between her legs.
"Lord, what of my husband?" She was playing coy now?
He leaned forward to place himself right at her entrance, touching her just barely. Her body tensed up and a moan escape. One of his hands taking hold of her bound wrists, "He would have to do," and he pushed himself in, still careful not to hurt, borrowing through the tight welcoming warmth of her body. As he moved in, she let out a soft wail of surprise and threw her head back in amazement; the general gasped and grunted against her neck. "He will definitely have to do." Eun Soo gasped again and wrapped her legs around his slim waist, keeping him close. She sought to near him, but she was still being punished, and the general tantalized her by placing kisses on her moving toward him body, while avoiding her hungry lips. “Please, oh please” she begged him, not knowing herself anymore what she was asking for, so incapacitated by his force, tied and completely in his control. He kissed her, while moving powerfully within her, her body shaking from each thrust; gasping loudly and tensing because of their inability to cry out as loud as necessary, they both were punished.
"Imja," he called, for a minute forgetting his role, feeling a rush coming on. She groaned attempting to keep quiet herself and he kissed her again, allowing her to serve her passion into his mouth, the cry too loud for his liking. Was she now punishing him?
He released his hold on her hands and lifted her hips against his, in that special way that usually had her reaching for the heavens faster. She protested ardently “Stop, no, please, stop”, asking for a little more time, for this indescribable pleasure of being ravished by him at her will, yet as if she did not have a choice was the most exquisite type of punishment he could ever deliver. But she was his prisoner, and she has wronged him much, so he could not hear her plea and keeping the angle he wanted on her hips, he stuffed some of the sheets into her mouth, as she had suggested herself before, and moved hard against her hips, placing enough tension between them to force her release. He followed closely, feeling the pulses within her body, grunting quietly.
She gasped in amazement staring up at him, he freed her mouth and kissed her, while she was trying to breathe and comprehend what just occurred. “Daejan..."
But before she could say something they heard steps in the corridor. He covered her mouth immediately with his hand. He was still inside of her, naked between her legs, which she slowly unwrapped, while both of them startled listened.
“Why are you not at your posts?”
“We were told by Lady Yoo to give her some privacy, we woke her and she was upset.”
“Nonsense,” and they heard a knock. The shadow of one of the maidens covered the door, and her voice suddenly invaded the room, “Lady Yoo, is everything alright?”
Choi Young quickly got up, quietly so, and started to gather his things, while Eun Soo followed, took hold of him with her bound hands and they were still for a second. Another knock was heard and Eun Soo closed her eyes… and faked a loud snore. The woman outside turned, and quietly walked out the hallway.
Eun Soo couldn’t help it and let out a soft laugh, her heart was beating loudly against her chest, she shook her head in disbelief about what just happened. Putting on the inner layers of his clothes, embarrassed, Choi Young quickly dressed, “I think I better go,” he said softly, and she could tell that he was blushing, just by the way he sounded. The general looked out the window, finding no one. “I’ll leave the way I came in.”
“Wait a moment.” He looked at her, hiding his eyes in the shadows, realizing that he just did something he never imagined he would do and probably never would again.
But Eun soo was not about to discuss anything, she showed him the bindings of her wrists; and referred silently to his open coat. Choi Young smiled, and reached forward, pulling one of the straps of the knot and it came undone, making her stare down at herself in surprise. There were no marks left, Choi Young wouldn’t allow it, and she smiled. “You’ve got to teach me that.”
“Probably later, after we marry.” He leaned and kissed her lips. “I’m leaving.”
“You are probably the first visitor of this sort ever in this shrine.”
“Not sure about that, but the tunnels here are very well kept.”
“I wonder if the monks ever have their own visitors of this sort,” mused Eun Soo, losing the site of the fact that he already climbed out the window, turning to look at his bride-to-be. Seeing his figure disappear in front of her eyes, she bent into the arch of the window, asking silently for a kiss. “Imja, I’ll see you at the wedding.” He gave her a deep kiss, feeling difficulty to part from her.
nbsp; “Daejang, I love you.” And she nuzzled his nose, but a sound startled the man, who quickly turned and asked her to go in and close the window. His body stealthily dissolved into the shadows and Eun Soo did as told. Only then did she notice the folds of her clothes moving loosely around her, her underpants out of reach on the floor and his heat escaping onto her thighs. She breathed, still catching his smell on her and sat on the bed. Looking at her partially exposed body, now that Eun Soo was alone in the room did she feel embarrassed and vulnerable. She quickly gathered her clothes closed and bended to pick up the undergarments. She hesitated and did not put them on, not wanting to hide the remnants of Daejan’s presence, and felt her cheeks blushing deeply. Had they just role played? How was she supposed to sleep now?
Eun Soo mentally thanked the Queen. Having to make love in secret created the whole new world of possibilities for them. And the separation, even for a few days at a time, made them so hungry for each other that they were willing to do anything and everything just to get a chance to consummate their desires. Both herself and her husband were eager for the wedding, but she was now truly ready for it to be over with so that they can sleep in the same bed like before.
Choi Young conducted a quick and precise interrogation of the warrior maidens, bypassing the usual step of first informing Lady Choi, which would have been an appropriate order of things. But if Imja was in danger… Not again! He learned that the Queen and her “favorite” departed in the morning and that they both seemed relaxed and happy. They traveled with entourage and did not appear to be in any danger. But if Eun Soo wrote “Save me!” it meant that something was wrong. Maybe, she was under duress or maybe, she was trying to protect herself and the Queen. Maybe, somebody was plotting something…. Maybe… His head was exploding and his hands were itching to cut a few heads off.
He reached the temple by the nightfall. He evaluated the walls for any weak spots, and under the cover of darkness, he used an old army trick - look for trees or foliage that seemed out of place - it usually was used to cover a trap or hide something. And sure enough, he found an opening by the west wall that led to a well-lit underground tunnel, which reinforced stone walls showed good craftsmanship and planning.
He wasn’t the first unexpected visitor in this particular temple then; as quietly as possible, he moved through the tunnel, finding the ending to lead to a hidden room. The door slid silently, revealing a dark hallway; sword in hand Choi Young used all of his patience to close the door and remember exactly where it was. He moved in the shadows, listening intently to anything that might help him find Imja quickly, or any signs of danger. He hid behind a few pieces of furniture, as a pair of monks walked by, discussing softly with each other:
“Poor Queen, she will have a terrible hangover tomorrow.”
“That favorite of hers is wasting her away, such a bad influence.”
“That woman sure has the stamina of 10 men when it comes to drinking.”
“You could never tell by her looks.”
And they disappeared by turning the hallway, making Choi Young lift his brows, hangover?
He walked to the side of the building where the monks came from and found several maidens standing guard right outside the two rooms. He recognized the ones who were permanently posted to the queen, so the other two must have been guarding Imja. They seemed pretty relaxed, with the two of them quietly chatting and the other two, trying to keep them quiet. With such poor protection, Choi Young easily passed by them and went around the corridor through the door that led outside, finding a garden and a window… He made sure it was the right room and able to slide the window open, climbed inside the room, closing the window quietly behind him. The room was dark, the smell of alcohol hit his nose, not being covered by the incense burning on the table. He looked around the large room… Over the bed, Imja rested, uncovered and sprawled in her sleep.
Choi Young could not deny it - anger flared in him. There she was, sleeping her drunkenness off, while dying from worry, he had to cross what felt like half the kingdom to find her. His hand fell to his hips, eyes closed and lips pressed as he breathed in; at least she was safe. Walking over to the bed, he stared down at her; in her peach colored dress, her hair messy, her cheeks red and lips half open… He smiled, unable to help it.
“Listen here, Imja,” he said softly, leaning to touch her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open and a scream escaped her lips before she could recognize him, while her legs kicked in the air, hitting him; he fell to the bed, completely taken by surprise. For a second she stared at him. The maiden outside let out a call for alert; and without thinking much, husband and wife, took hold of each other and rolled off the other side of the bed, him hitting the ground while she landed on him.
The door opened and the maiden called out for the doctor. Eun Soo lifted up, and waved at her. “I fell from the bed, sorry for scaring you!”
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, yeah, just… I’ll get to bed.”
“Do you need help?” Asked the girl, about to enter the room to help her up.
“No!” she said with more strength than really necessary, while Choi Young covered his mouth with his hand, eyes wide. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? We’ll be rotating soon, so…”
“I’m fine, I’m so drunk, I need to sleep it off.” And she faked an exaggerated yawn, waving her off. The girl simply smiled and closed the door.
The woman looked down at Choi Young, who breathed out some relief. “What are you doing here?” She said, hissing.
“You sent me this letter and I was worried.” He said, hissing right back at her.
“What let… OH! That letter? Did you like it?”
“What’s to like? I get this letter saying you needed me to save you!”
“What do you… ah… did the delivery boy lost the first part?” They stared at each other, and he closed his eyes in frustration.
“There was more?”
“Yes, of course, it was a love letter. The queen helped me write it.”
Choi Young let out a powerful exhale, and sat up. “Have you any idea how worried I was?” He said louder, making her cover his lips with a finger.
“They’ll hear you.” He nodded, understanding, and suddenly realized the position they were in: him sitting on the floor, while her knees were to each of his sides; her finger pressed to his lips to keep him quiet. The light was dim and although the air was fresh and clear he was oddly hot; it was her fault, for creating a mixture of anger and lust. Eun Soo seemed to realize this too, and they stared at each other, breathing in deeply. “Young-ah?” She said softly, making his lips press a kiss to her finger, eyes fogging with something that wasn’t anger or amusement.
Eun Soo gasped in surprise and felt the same emotion hit her.
“Honey, we can’t…” She said softly, her hand falling down as his slid into his clothes, pulling out a piece of paper that was shaken open. She watched this happen slightly upset, while Choi Young desperately looked at the paper and then at her.
“What are you…?”
The paper was a calendar she’d made for him, and he counted the days. “I think we can.”
“Choi Young,” she suppressed the laugh. Her sweet general was counting the days diligently.
“Yes we can, we really can!” He said, finishing his count and looking up at her; Eun Soo could not stop herself any longer and started laughing, leaning to muffle the sound with his clothes. He chuckled, having heard his own desperation as it echoed between them, and his hand rested at the end of her spine, making her lift and stare at him, eyes clouded with the same feeling Choi Young had.
Hiding in a cramped dark space with the maidens outside the door was strangely exciting; the less comfort they had, the more creative they became in satisfying each other. "I have an idea," whispered hot and bothered Eun Soo in his ear, while he was untangling the mixture of their garbs. "Let's cover each other’s mouths with cloth, so that we don't have to worry about the noise."
"We cannot avoid ALL the noise.” They would still have to move!
"Stay still," ordered Eun Soo. She got up, pulling up her pants, which were already undone, and holding them with one hand, she went up to the door and stuck her head out. "Ladies." The maidens jumped and straitened, feeling tired they both dozed off. "You woke me up," scolded them Eun Soo. "I don't know what the point of guarding me, if you cannot ensure a good night’s sleep!"
They looked scared at her, "But lady, we are only doing our jobs."
"You don't want me telling lady Choi, do you?"
"Please, we did not mean to, we will be real quiet."
"Too late, I can even hear you breathing through the door now, that's how wide awake I am. You have to step away from the door. You and you," she pointed in two different directions, "Go to the opposite ends of the corridor, that way you can see any danger before it reaches my room. I don't want to see your shadows lurking, if I even here you steps... Unless my life is in danger, even if you here any noises from my room, till I call for help, stay put at your posts."
"But why would there be noise?"
"I need to exercise to tire myself; I might do some walking around the room or maybe even jumping on the bed."
"Jumping on the bed???"
"What, you never jumped on the bed for exercise? It has excellent aerobics properties."
"Yes, Lady Yoo."
And the girls turned around, moving to the far corners of the corridor, taking their new posts. Eun Soo returned to the room to find Choi Young rolling on the floor, laughing with his sleeve stuck in his mouth to reduce noise.
"We are free to do as we please now," proudly announced Eun Soo.
quot;You sure are a wife of a general! Should we pick up where we left off?"
"I do not remember," Eun Soo was being coy.
"Let me remind you," and he pulled her down on the floor, placing her on himself. He proceeded to untie her underpants, while she took his shirt off. For some reason, this was not as exciting anymore and they both knew it.
“Lady Yoo.” He said softly, stopping the kiss. “I’m disappointed in you.”
“What?” She asked, taken aback with the statement.
“You made me worried to death this evening, did you not know?”
“I was so drunk, Daejan, I am sorry. Besides, it’s not like you can punish me.” And his eyebrow arched, his face serious. “You ARE going to punish me?” His hands shot forward, taking hold of her shoulders; she yelped surprised, and was lifted, and sat on the bed; astonished the woman watched the man before her undo the belt around his waist, getting naked for her.
“Give me your hands,” he ordered in a low sensual voice, his own hands reaching forward. “Since you are a prisoner here, I have to bind your wrists, so that you don’t attempt to escape,” he continued, utterly serious; the tone made a shrill of excitement run down Eun Soo’s back, her body shivering as the general wrapped the soft material around her wrists. How could he even see in the dark? “I have several reasons to punish you, prisoner Yoo; one, you worry your husband and force him to sneak into this temple; two, you drink yourself to oblivion even when your husband has prohibited it; three, you wantonly deny your husband the pleasure of your body. Have you anything to say in your defense?”
“That I…” and he pushed her down on the bed, hand holding her bonded wrists against the covers and making her grow quiet.
“No, I didn’t think so. So now, I Choi Young, commanding general of the WooDalChi, shall do indescribable things to you as punishment.” He pulled off her pants, having unbound them before, and climbed on the bed, beside her legs. Choi Young undid the folds of her clothes, letting the soft fabric slide from her arms and shoulders, while Eun Soo stared up at him in surprise. Not only had he captured her, he ran judgment over her; the thrill of excitement ran down her spine again, but instead of shivering she was lifted to meet his hands; he was currently opening the last of her clothes revealing her skin to him. In the midst of darkness he let out a sigh of delight.
He savored her skin, finding her collarbone with ease, tracing the smooth skin there as he dropped licks and openmouthed kisses. Eun Soo moaned softly, uttering unlikely “Please, stop”, while her eyes pleaded for more. Was she playing with him or was she really unhappy being his prisoner? He bent her legs to the side, not all the way, but simply to accommodate him as his dexterous fingers found her breasts; his hands were cold, and upon touching the skin her nipples became hardened peaks, aching to be warmed.
He leaned to taste her; aware of her need and willing to fill her. He sucked gently the needful skin and bit the nipple moving away and feeling her shudder. The cold wind between them was the reason why he didn't want to part too long from her; but once again, he did. ”Are you trying to seduce me, prisoner?” And he attempted to separate her legs, meeting her resistance.
"Are you refusing you deserved punishment?” Her behavior started to confuse him.
Why?" He asked angrily, kneeling on the bed and against her weak resistance, forcing his way between her legs.
"Lord, what of my husband?" She was playing coy now?
He leaned forward to place himself right at her entrance, touching her just barely. Her body tensed up and a moan escape. One of his hands taking hold of her bound wrists, "He would have to do," and he pushed himself in, still careful not to hurt, borrowing through the tight welcoming warmth of her body. As he moved in, she let out a soft wail of surprise and threw her head back in amazement; the general gasped and grunted against her neck. "He will definitely have to do." Eun Soo gasped again and wrapped her legs around his slim waist, keeping him close. She sought to near him, but she was still being punished, and the general tantalized her by placing kisses on her moving toward him body, while avoiding her hungry lips. “Please, oh please” she begged him, not knowing herself anymore what she was asking for, so incapacitated by his force, tied and completely in his control. He kissed her, while moving powerfully within her, her body shaking from each thrust; gasping loudly and tensing because of their inability to cry out as loud as necessary, they both were punished.
"Imja," he called, for a minute forgetting his role, feeling a rush coming on. She groaned attempting to keep quiet herself and he kissed her again, allowing her to serve her passion into his mouth, the cry too loud for his liking. Was she now punishing him?
He released his hold on her hands and lifted her hips against his, in that special way that usually had her reaching for the heavens faster. She protested ardently “Stop, no, please, stop”, asking for a little more time, for this indescribable pleasure of being ravished by him at her will, yet as if she did not have a choice was the most exquisite type of punishment he could ever deliver. But she was his prisoner, and she has wronged him much, so he could not hear her plea and keeping the angle he wanted on her hips, he stuffed some of the sheets into her mouth, as she had suggested herself before, and moved hard against her hips, placing enough tension between them to force her release. He followed closely, feeling the pulses within her body, grunting quietly.
She gasped in amazement staring up at him, he freed her mouth and kissed her, while she was trying to breathe and comprehend what just occurred. “Daejan..."
But before she could say something they heard steps in the corridor. He covered her mouth immediately with his hand. He was still inside of her, naked between her legs, which she slowly unwrapped, while both of them startled listened.
“Why are you not at your posts?”
“We were told by Lady Yoo to give her some privacy, we woke her and she was upset.”
“Nonsense,” and they heard a knock. The shadow of one of the maidens covered the door, and her voice suddenly invaded the room, “Lady Yoo, is everything alright?”
Choi Young quickly got up, quietly so, and started to gather his things, while Eun Soo followed, took hold of him with her bound hands and they were still for a second. Another knock was heard and Eun Soo closed her eyes… and faked a loud snore. The woman outside turned, and quietly walked out the hallway.
Eun Soo couldn’t help it and let out a soft laugh, her heart was beating loudly against her chest, she shook her head in disbelief about what just happened. Putting on the inner layers of his clothes, embarrassed, Choi Young quickly dressed, “I think I better go,” he said softly, and she could tell that he was blushing, just by the way he sounded. The general looked out the window, finding no one. “I’ll leave the way I came in.”
“Wait a moment.” He looked at her, hiding his eyes in the shadows, realizing that he just did something he never imagined he would do and probably never would again.
But Eun soo was not about to discuss anything, she showed him the bindings of her wrists; and referred silently to his open coat. Choi Young smiled, and reached forward, pulling one of the straps of the knot and it came undone, making her stare down at herself in surprise. There were no marks left, Choi Young wouldn’t allow it, and she smiled. “You’ve got to teach me that.”
“Probably later, after we marry.” He leaned and kissed her lips. “I’m leaving.”
“You are probably the first visitor of this sort ever in this shrine.”
“Not sure about that, but the tunnels here are very well kept.”
“I wonder if the monks ever have their own visitors of this sort,” mused Eun Soo, losing the site of the fact that he already climbed out the window, turning to look at his bride-to-be. Seeing his figure disappear in front of her eyes, she bent into the arch of the window, asking silently for a kiss. “Imja, I’ll see you at the wedding.” He gave her a deep kiss, feeling difficulty to part from her.
nbsp; “Daejang, I love you.” And she nuzzled his nose, but a sound startled the man, who quickly turned and asked her to go in and close the window. His body stealthily dissolved into the shadows and Eun Soo did as told. Only then did she notice the folds of her clothes moving loosely around her, her underpants out of reach on the floor and his heat escaping onto her thighs. She breathed, still catching his smell on her and sat on the bed. Looking at her partially exposed body, now that Eun Soo was alone in the room did she feel embarrassed and vulnerable. She quickly gathered her clothes closed and bended to pick up the undergarments. She hesitated and did not put them on, not wanting to hide the remnants of Daejan’s presence, and felt her cheeks blushing deeply. Had they just role played? How was she supposed to sleep now?
Eun Soo mentally thanked the Queen. Having to make love in secret created the whole new world of possibilities for them. And the separation, even for a few days at a time, made them so hungry for each other that they were willing to do anything and everything just to get a chance to consummate their desires. Both herself and her husband were eager for the wedding, but she was now truly ready for it to be over with so that they can sleep in the same bed like before.