“No wonder they built a wall around this valley,” I said.
The road widened and led straight to a large sprawling two-story house with several artichoke roofs. Beyond was a small village near a river.
“Lots of men here.” Bright Jade nudged me.
We did not make it past the first field when a tall, strapping young man left his digging to block our way. He was shirtless and wore pants cut off at the knee. His biceps were large, his shoulders brawny, and six distinct muscles ridged across his stomach.
I glanced at Bright Jade, whose mouth hung open.
“Welcome.” He wiped sweat from his brow. “What brings you this way?”
I tore my gaze from his body to look at his face. He was gorgeous! The very definition of symmetry and proportion, with a square jaw, straight nose, thick lips, and happy eyes.
“We are from the Women’s Kingdom. I am Snow Blossom and this is Bright Jade.” Mother never mentioned a man looking like this. I felt as nervous as my first time with Bright Jade. “We’re on a Walk.”
“Zou hun?” He pulled a clean cloth from his pants and wiped the sweat from his chest.
“Yes,” Bright Jade and I answered at the same time.
The man looked us both up and down very slowly, even though the shape of our bodies was concealed under long full skirts and stiff jackets.
“You are both very beautiful,” he said. “Like a double present.”
I blushed and looked down at the ground.
When I looked back up he was waving to someone. Two more shirtless young men walked out from the field. They were equally muscular and shared the same features.
“I am Bo, the eldest,” he said. “This is my brother Jian.”
“Welcome.” Jian’s lips were not as thick as Bo’s, but his eyes were larger.
“This is Qi, our little brother.”
“Hello.” There was nothing little about Qi. He was taller and bigger, and yet his jaw was rounder and his features not as refined as his older brothers’.
Bo jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “The master lives there. He’s a very stern old man.”
“My mother is a chieftess and she is also very stern. I think sternness comes with the position.”
The brothers exchanged a look I did not understand.
“The master will be gone for several days,” said Bo. “The big house is unoccupied.”
I glanced at Bright Jade, who for some reason was suddenly shy, her eyes downcast, her cheeks flushed.
“I don’t understand,” I said.
Bo scratched his chin. “I thought . . . maybe we could . . . I’m not married. Of course, if you don’t find me suitable...”
My cheeks bloomed with heat. “No. You’re very . . . suitable. But I need to talk to Bright Jade before I . . . we decide.”
Bright Jade and I crossed to the other side of the road while Bo and his brothers looked on.
“All three brothers meet Mother’s qualifications,” I said.
“Not all. They are poor farmers.”
“You heard Bo, the master is old and stern. I doubt we will find more handsome men anywhere else.”
“Bo can’t take his eyes off you. You should fuck him.” Bright Jade snuck a quick peek over her shoulder. “I haven’t decided which one I want. Qi’s so big he might crush me.”
“Have you decided?” asked Bo from across the road.
“I have decided on you.” I walked toward Bo. “Bright Jade is still uncertain.”
“I am honored.” Bo smiled wide, his teeth straight and white. “Follow the road to the front door of the big house. Tell the servant, my mother, who you are and why you’ve come.” He leaned toward me. “I don’t see any reason why we can’t borrow the master’s bedroom while he’s gone, do you?”
“As long as he won’t be back today.”
“He won’t.” Bo tugged on his pants. “I cannot woo a woman wearing dirty clothes and smelling like a sheep. I’ll throw a bucket of water over myself and join you shortly.”
After a moment of awkward silence, Bright Jade and I started toward the big house.
“Why does Bo think he must woo you?” Bright Jade whispered in my ear.
“I don’t know. I am wooed enough by his big muscles and deep voice.” I glanced over my shoulder. The three brothers still stood in the road, watching us as though afraid we might disappear. “Why aren’t they married?”
“No need to. Every maiden and wife from a thousand li away would spread their thighs for any of them.”
A servant, the cook with a grease-splattered apron, waited in the doorway as though expecting us. It was Bo’s mother, her smooth skin and refined symmetry the same as her sons. I told her who we were and her face lit up, her smile revealing perfect white teeth.
“You are both as beautiful as goddesses,” she said as she led us into the house. “Your clothes! Such rich colors and elegant embroidery!” She stopped before a carved, red-lacquered door. “My sons are farmers, why choose them?” Her suspicious glare reminded me of Mother’s.
Was she trying to make us feel uncomfortable or did she merely seek information about the Women’s Kingdom?
“They are the right age and possess worthy traits.” I refused to be cowed by an old servant woman.
She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. “What worthy traits, exactly?”
I straightened my shoulders and stood a little taller. “The women on my island are all beautiful, strong, and clever because we do not lie with stupid, ugly, weak men.”
“Good breeding. I knew it.” The old woman nodded and pushed open the door. “Wait here.”
The room was large and richly furnished with thick rugs, vibrant tapestries, carvings, and red-lacquered furniture. The master was very wealthy.
We put down our rucksacks, sat on cushions near a low tea table, and wondered aloud why our mothers did not give us more details about zou hun. Our quiet conversation stopped when Bo strode into the room. His long hair was neatly plaited, and he wore a red silk robe, untied and open, with straight long pants. Bo had done more than pour water over his head—he had bathed and stolen the master’s clothes.
My heart did a somersault when he sat next to me.
“How does this Walking Marriage business work?” Bo’s easy demeanor lessened my nervousness.
“We find a man we like and lie with him,” I said just as Jian and Qi, also bathed and wearing the master’s clothes, entered the room.
“If we don’t like him we find another.” Bright Jade scooted over to make room for Jian and Qi.
Bo rubbed his chin. “Are you virgins?”
Bright Jade and I giggled, which caused Bo to clear his throat.
“Are you best friends?” asked Jian.
“The best,” said Bright Jade, and she bit her lips.
Qi leaned toward us. “You are more than friends. I think you are lovers.”
Bright Jade and I shared a quick glance. Was it so obvious?
Bo, sitting behind me, touched my turban. “May I?”
I nodded, my nervousness turning to excitement.
Bo lifted off my turban and my braid tumbled down. With deft fingers he freed my hair, his light touch sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. Without asking, he untied the sash and unhooked the frog closure at my neck. My jacket fell open, my pert breasts on display. Bright Jade’s eyes flashed with anger.
Bo removed my jacket and kissed my neck. “Bright Jade is jealous.” His hands covered my breasts. “Bright Jade, show me how you kiss Snow Blossom. I want to do it right. I want Snow Blossom to like me.”
Bright Jade removed her turban. Then Qi loosened her hair while Jian took off her sash and jacket.
Jian, in the middle of us, leaned back so Bright Jade and I could share a quick kiss.
“Show me how you really kiss,” said Bo, kissing the nape of my neck and stroking my hard pink buds.
I was already wet, my clit throbbing. Bo’s caresses and watching Qi feel Bright
Jade’s breasts filled me with shameful new desires. I enjoyed watching the men feel Bright Jade and I wanted all of their hands on me and I wanted Bright Jade to watch. Did Bright Jade feel the same?
I got my answer. Bright Jade thrust her eager tongue into my mouth with a soft moan. To my surprise another mouth joined ours, an insistent tongue wedging between. It was Jian’s. The three-way kiss made me tremble.
Bo’s hand slipped under my skirt. “You’re so wet.” He slid his finger between my petals.
I turned my head and we kissed for the first time. His mouth was warm, his lips soft as pillows. I opened my eyes when I heard Bright Jade moan really loudly. Qi was sucking on one of her tits and Jian on the other. Lucky girl!
Bo helped me out of my skirt and removed his clothes. His cock was as big as a cucumber!
“Show me how you and Bright Jade make fireworks,” he said.
With Qi and Jian still sucking her tits, Bright Jade spread her thighs. I got on my knees and buried my tongue into her wetness. Bo’s hands held my ass, his cock gliding back and forth against my garden.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Snow Blossom.” Bo pushed, pushed again, and I cried out into Bright Jade’s cunt as his length entered me.
This was nothing like Bright Jade’s two slim fingers! He filled me completely.
I lifted my head, Bright Jade’s honey on my face, and she scooted away, Jian taking her place. My lips encircled his cock while Bo fucked me from behind. The tension mounted quickly—much too quickly—and my fireworks erupted amidst everyone’s moaning and panting.
Bo pulled out and joined Jian, and now I had two cocks to suck. Jian cried out and cum squirted out into my mouth. Bo laughed, slapped his ass, and shifted position so now I was sitting on Bo’s face. His tongue slurped my clit and his finger pushed into my anus. My cry of ecstasy was cut short by Qi’s cock—smelling and tasting like Bright Jade’s sweet cunt—pushing into my mouth. I came again and again, ripples of pleasure surging through my body.
I fucked them all. Once, twice, I lost count. One time their cocks filled all my orifices at the same time. It was while Bo and Qi sucked my nipples into long hard points and Jian and Bright Jade gorged on my dripping cunt with their fingers and tongues that I screamed, the uncontrollable bliss convulsing my body and lifting my soul to the sky.
I sucked three cocks and tasted all their balls, and my tits were slick from four mouths. I had never known such wild joy, the feel of so many hands and tongues on my body—an ecstasy beyond compare.
My pussy was sore and my mouth tasting of everyone’s cum by the time we collapsed with exhaustion. Bright Jade slept between Qi and Jian, her face serene with contentment. I lay in Bo’s arms, a tear running down my cheek.
Bo wiped it away. “What’s wrong, Snow Blossom?”
“How can I return to the island and be content with only Bright Jade after this?”
“You don’t have to go back right now.” Bo spread his fingers over my flat belly. “Don’t leave until there’s a baby inside.”
“How can there not be? My thighs are sticky with buckets of cum.”
Bo kissed the nape of my neck, and then rolled on top of me. “You make me so horny, Snow Blossom. I’ve never met a woman like you.” He slid his cock inside of me and I sighed with pleasure. “I have a confession to make.”
“You are already married?” That would break my heart.
Bo smiled. “No, we are all unwed. But I was less than truthful. We are the master’s sons, his heirs. And though our father is stern, he taught us the value of working and the importance of respecting the land, which is why we often work the fields. Much to father’s dismay, my brothers and I have not found worthy women—the wealthy maidens we know are all frail and timid and boring. Great fortune smiled upon us with your visit! Father will be pleased, even if all three of us must share you both.” His thrusts were unhurried and loving. “Stay awhile.”
Bright Jade and I stayed through the winter. Each day we fucked and sucked on one another. Each day we found ourselves more in love with the brothers. When the master returned he approved of the arrangement, especially when we told him we raised only the female babies.
When the lake thawed, Bright Jade and I rowed back to the island, our big bellies celebrated with much fanfare.
Bright Jade and I visited Bo, Jian, and Qi regularly. Though our Walking Marriage was unconventional, it quenched our desires for uninhibited sensuality.
We were both fruitful, and by the time I became chieftess I had three boys and three girls. Bright Jade had four boys and two girls. All our children were strong, beautiful, and clever.
I loved all three brothers, Bo a little more than the rest, but Bright Jade most of all.
The Women’s Kingdom, also known as Asian Amazons, is a mythical tribe of women who inhabited an inaccessible island near Tibet. The earliest reference to the Women’s Kingdom is found in Huainanzi, an essay collection from the second century BC. Huishen authored another narrative about the Women’s Kingdom in 507 AD. Strangely enough, the myth is not far from the truth. The Mosuo, an ethnic group located near the Tibetan border, is a matriarchal society where sexual unions are unrestricted and women dominate the household.
WEB OF LIES
The long black hair cascading over her shoulder was more alluring than the beautiful waterfall she sat near. Her face was slim and delicate except for large eyes. She was the ideal beauty in all ways, even her white skin, which was softer than an emperor’s pampered firstborn son.
Chiyo drew up the bottom of her sky-blue silk kimono and stretched her long, shapely legs, arching her tiny feet like a dancer. She was hungry. Ravenous, really. But she bided her time because her sort did not reach four hundred years of age without patience and cleverness. And since Chiyo planned on living a thousand more, she chose her nourishment carefully.
Beyond the grove of flowering pink cherry trees, a galloping horse approached. The beat of hooves upon the ground sent vibrations into Chiyo’s sensitive body. The horse stopped and the air shifted, a subtle quiver signaling a man’s approach. Chiyo scurried behind the leafy thicket surrounding the waterfall, which spilled over a series of moss-covered rocks and slick boulders.
A samurai emerged into the clearing, which was lush with ferns and pink with a carpet of blossoms. He traipsed to the riverbank in his o-yoroi armor complete with helmet, armored sleeves, greaves, scaled breastplate, and the wide, striped kusazuri skirt of a cavalryman. It was a nobleman’s armor, made with the finest metal and strongest leather. He removed his helmet, his hair in a neat topknot, and knelt down to drink the cool water from cupped hands.
A bird darted from a maple tree and the samurai’s hand flew to the hilt of his sword.
“Good thing, you’re quicker than me, little bird,” he laughed. “I’m so hungry I might have swallowed you whole.”
Chiyo smiled. She was well acquainted with a hunger so voracious you ate what you should not.
The samurai stood under the cherry tree whose long weeping boughs draped over the narrow river to skim the surface. He was ruggedly handsome, favored with the strong nose and the full lips of masculinity, his eyes bright with intelligence. As he pulled off his sandals, Chiyo crept soundlessly forward for a better look. The clearing was secluded and serene, the perfect place to take a nap or an impromptu dip.
Not fooled by a handsome face, Chiyo’s interest piqued when he began unlacing his armor. Unlacing the six parts was a tedious process and gave Chiyo time to study the colorful design painted on the armor that identified him as a member of a great clan. Underneath he wore a plain tan silk kimono of finest quality.
Chiyo sucked in her breath with delight when he shed his kimono. His chest was wide, his well-developed pectorals flexing as he folded the kimono and set it on a nearby rock. Chiyo held her breath as he unwound his loincloth, the cut below his waist a V-shaped arrow to his cock, then exhaled her excitement when she saw its size.
How long had it been since she
had sucked on a warrior’s cock and swallowed his cum? Years? The sour saltiness of farmers and merchants never satisfied. Samurai cum was far superior, its essence rich with ferocity and domination. Chiyo’s mouth filled with the liquid of wanting as she remembered the taste of another samurai long ago.
Her hand went under her kimono to the moist whorls between her legs. Her hunger came with a price, a lust that made her physically vulnerable and sexually frustrated. She found the sensitive pink root that ached when hungry and rubbed it back and forth. Her eyes never left the samurai’s virile physique. It took only a moment, her orgasm a blossom of release that made her whole body shudder. Unfortunately, it would only be a brief respite from the nagging throb that would continue until she had him.
The samurai pulled out his topknot, his black hair tumbling past his shoulders, and entered the river. He dove below, then shot out like a jumping fish, an arc of water spewing from his mouth. He swam under the waterfall, the cascade showering his body, and again dove back into the churning water below. When he emerged a second time he shook his head like a wet dog and laughed. The unrestrained laughter of a happy man prickled her skin but did not change her course of action. He was the one. Or would soon be.
The samurai threw back his head, immersing his hair, and smoothed it back from his forehead as he walked up the riverbank. He looked like a god as the water droplets clinging to him sparkled in the sun.
Chiyo’s lustful throb began anew. The man was divine! Though eager to meet him, she waited until the samurai put on his kimono, which clung to his skin and accentuated his muscular build.
Chiyo patted her hair to make certain not a lock was out of place, then, nimble as a spider, darted behind a maple tree near the footpath.
The samurai turned his head at the faint rustle. “Hello?”
“Oh!” Chiyo’s dainty hand touched her breast. “Pardon the intrusion. I didn’t know anyone was here.” Chiyo clutched the short neck of her biwa, her four-stringed lute made of mulberry.
The samurai swallowed, his good manners forgotten he was so dazzled by Chiyo’s beauty. “Forgive me for trespassing.” He bowed, suddenly feeling foolish in his wet kimono and untidy hair. He tore his eyes away from the petite maiden and looked at his armor heaped on the ground. “I was just leaving.”
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