[H] Osmanthus Honey - Chapter 4

At noon, Song Qing drank a couple of glasses of wine with a brother from his maternal home, feeling slightly dizzy, he took a stroll alone by the lakeside, walking under the willows to sober up.

The heat of the late autumn was still intense, and Song Qing thought about heading back for a nap under the thick green shade when suddenly arms wrapped around him from behind, fingers slipping inside his collar to pinch his nipples. Startled, Song Qing was about to scream when a hand covered his lips.

“Sister-in-law, calling for someone to see if the little mouth below is leaking?” Chu Tian nibbled and licked at the soft flesh on his neck, his breath hot on his ear, the words making Song Qing’s waist go weak.

It was this nemesis!

Song Qing turned around, feigning anger, but his face flushed with arousal, his brows arched seductively, his eyes brimming with desire.

Chu Tian cursed under his breath, his fingers slipped into Song Qing’s mouth, drawing a strand of saliva before pulling away. Song Qing instinctively extended his tongue to lick Chu Tian’s navel. Chu Tian pushed him against the trunk of a willow, pressing fervently against those enticing red lips. Song Qing’s tongue met his, and what started as resistance turned into an embrace, his waist as pliant as the willow branches, his buttocks grinding against Chu Tian’s groin.

Chu Tian nibbled his way down to Song Qing’s nipple, the outer garment having slid to his elbows, his coarse tongue circling the tender flesh, one hand sneaking into Song Qing’s trousers, slipping along the crease of his buttocks into the already wet rear passage.

Song Qing gasped under his ministrations, mindful that they were still outside, stifling any moans. Chu Tian placed Song Qing’s hand on his groin, where he felt the formidable erection through the fabric, his waist softened further, blushing as he masturbated Chu Tian.

Feeling the entrance was ready to accommodate him, Chu Tian patted Song Qing’s snowy buttocks, “Spread your legs.”

“No… not here!” Song Qing pleaded, his entrance tightly clenching around Chu Tian’s fingers, afraid of being discovered in such a compromising situation outside their private courtyard.

Chu Tian bit his nipple roughly, impatiently remarking, “I should have just told father to take you into my room to fuck day and night!”

“My lord…” Song Qing, ignoring the pain in his nipple, soothed, “There’s a warm pavilion ahead, we can go there, do whatever you want.”

Pleased by Song Qing’s compliance, Chu Tian teased the sensitive walls of his passage, “Then let go of me first.”

Blushing, Song Qing relaxed, letting Chu Tian withdraw his fingers. He adjusted his clothes and hurried after Chu Tian to the warm pavilion, where he was promptly pressed down onto a soft couch.

Chu Tian, having held back this while, was no longer in a rush. He pressed Song Qing’s head against his groin; Song Qing, easing the itch in his loins, undid Chu Tian’s belt, pulling down his underpants. The purple-red enormity sprung out, striking his face. Song Qing swallowed, took the head into his mouth, and tenderly licked it, his soft hands encircling the shaft.

“Good boy.” Chu Tian brushed aside the hair on Song Qing’s back, helping him out of his trousers. The two entrances, feeling the cool air, contracted rhythmically, leaking fluids.

Chu Tian took out a sandalwood box from his sleeve, jokingly saying, “I got something new today, meant for tonight, but sister-in-law couldn’t wait.”

Song Qing shivered, still with Chu Tian’s shaft in his mouth, he looked up anxiously at the object in Chu Tian’s hand, his face filled with panic, but his entrance flowed even more.

Chu Tian flicked the pink labia, chuckling, “Sister-in-law’s little mouth down here seems to like it very much.”

He held a string of hollow brass balls, four in total, of varying sizes, the largest as big as a child’s fist, with a large red tassel attached. Inside each hollow ball was a live insect, likely raised from an egg inside, now too large to escape, buzzing against the brass, making a crisp sound with the silver beads inside.

Song Qing eyed the toy, clutching Chu Tian’s robe, unable to voice his dissent with his mouth full.

“Sister-in-law, spread your legs.” Chu Tian held the brass balls, waiting. Song Qing, remembering his promise, slowly spread his legs, burying his face in Chu Tian’s lap, unwilling to watch the upcoming obscene act.

Chu Tian massaged the clit inside the female cave, then inserted two fingers to dig. Fluids flowed from the slutty cave, Song Qing itched unbearably, his hips writhing to meet Chu Tian’s fingers, forgetting to move his mouth.

Slap! Chu Tian slapped his perked buttocks, commanding coldly, “Suck properly!” Flushed, Song Qing swallowed Chu Tian’s shaft, while he was distracted, Chu Tian suddenly stuffed the largest brass ball into his passage. The ball stuck at the entrance, the insect’s movement causing slight vibrations against the sensitive clit, accompanied by a crisp sound.

“Mmm!” Song Qing, who had taken most of the shaft, stifled a scream, his penis and female cave both squirting, wetting Chu Tian’s outer garment. Not giving him a chance to recover, Chu Tian forcefully pushed the ball inside.

The cool surface of the ball stuffed into the heated entrance, constantly vibrating against the soft flesh, Song Qing twisted his waist trying to clench his legs, but Chu Tian held one, kneading the tender skin at the root of his thigh, laughing lightly, “Madam, don’t rush, there are three more.”

The next three smaller balls were inserted more easily, but Song Qing was still sweating profusely, limp as water under Chu Tian’s manipulation, unable to keep the shaft in his mouth, just gaping, saliva dripping.

Chu Tian left the long tassel hanging outside, Song Qing’s female cave tightly clenched around the tassel’s end, tempting one to explore what treasures lay inside that canal.

Chu Tian pulled him up to kiss his small mouth, Song Qing limply letting him entwine their tongues, continuous muffled sounds from his slutty cave, like a fish he tightened his legs arching his waist against Chu Tian.

Chu Tian caressed Song Qing’s waist, releasing his mouth to pant, “Baby, will you sit up? Once I come, I’ll take out the brass balls.”

Tears in his eyes, Song Qing trembled slightly as he sat on his lap, entwined his waist, and tried to take in Chu Tian’s penis with his wet rear, but the excessive fluids made the shaft slip out several times. He looked pleadingly at Chu Tian, calling softly, “Xiao Tian…” Chu Tian’s palm kneaded Song Qing’s snowy buttocks but didn’t help him, Song Qing moaned, “Husband… master… please fuck your concubine’s slutty cave!”

Finally satisfied, Chu Tian was about to lift Song Qing’s buttocks to aim his penis when suddenly they heard Chu Mu’s voice outside, startling both.

“Have you seen the young master?” they heard Chu Mu ask.

A servant replied, “I don’t know, but I saw the young master heading towards the warm pavilion this afternoon.”

Song Qing, his feet weak, climbed off Chu Tian, his shirt still properly dressed, trousers long discarded. In a panic, he started putting on his trousers while tearfully looking at Chu Tian.

“Don’t be afraid,” Chu Tian dressed him, reassuring, “You go out the back door later, I’ll handle my father.”

Song Qing clung to him, too anxious to speak. Chu Tian chuckled, “It’s alright, it would be more suspicious if I left this mess. You go first,” seeing Song Qing still alarmed, he playfully patted his back, “Be good, wait in your room for me. Don’t take that thing out yourself.”

Song Qing glared at him, not the time to worry about such things, but couldn’t bear to defy Chu Tian, blushing, nodded, and left through the back door.