Senin, 31 Mei 2010

Etoile Volante

Description: One night at the Dunan Castle tavern, Leona gave Viktor a special treat.

Disclaimer: Suikoden II and its characters are property of Konami and I do not own them, nor do I do this for profit. Any similarity to actual people, names, and/or events is coincidental and unintentional. This story contains situations and scenes not suitable for minors so if you are not yet an adult then stop reading.

This story was originally requested by Terpfen at the Greyarchive forum. Terpfen also supplied ideas for the storyline.

Comments? Ideas? Requests? I would welcome them; contact me at . Enjoy your reading.

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Etoile Volante
A Suikoden II Fanfic

By: Ninja Gaijin




As Riou and the half-asleep Nanami left for the night, Leona emerged from the back of the tavern counter, checking on Viktor, who was still sitting in front of the table, holding an empty beer mug.

Leona

“I heard the whole story,” Leona said. “I don’t know if it could help Riou make up his mind, though.”

A lot of things had happened in a very short period of time for all of them. Viktor had been in charge of a mercenary fort defending the city-state of Muse, a member of the Jowston City-States, and Leona had been the barkeep at the fort. Shortly after Viktor rescued three youths from Highland from execution, the mercenary fort was attacked by the bloodthirsty Prince Luca Blight of Highland, who wanted to conquer Jowston City-States. Viktor and the others escaped to Muse City, but not long after they settled, Highland armies advance to Muse. Assassination of Anabelle, mayor of Muse, left the city in disarray and Highland took the chance to overrun Muse City. Again, Viktor and company were forced to flee, across the Dunan Lake to another Jowston member state, South Window. There, Viktor was asked by Granmeyer, mayor of South Window, to take care of the abandoned town of North Window, Viktor’s own hometown. North Window Castle had been infested with ghosts, zombies, and Neclord, an immortal vampire who liked to kidnap young girls. Neclord fled without a fight. The ghastly beings had also gone with the flight of their lord, and the castle had been cleaned and refurbished for occupation. However, while Viktor was busy in North Window, Highland armies advance to South Window and Granmeyer was executed. North Window Castle was then attacked by Highland army troops led by General Solon Jhee, but thanks to the military genius of a Radat trader named Shu, Solon Jhee was defeated.

Riou, one of the Highland youths that Viktor had rescued, was instrumental in the victory against Solon Jhee. Shu instructed Riou to lead a unit to ambush Solon Jhee; the ambush was a success and it had demoralized the attackers enough to make their main troops retreat.

That was a few days ago. But both Leona and Viktor would not forget the hero’s welcome that greeted Riou’s return to North Window after Highlanders retreat. South Window soldiers and civilians line the streets, all cheering for the boy who saved them from certain annihilation by Highland. They had also learned that Riou was the adopted son of deceased Jowston champion, Genkaku. What’s more, Riou was the bearer of the Bright Shield Rune; Genkaku had bore that life-giving half of the True Rune of Beginning. Soldiers in Riou’s company, the ones who had to ambush General Solon Jhee, testified about the healing powers of Bright Shield. Solon was an experienced warrior; his unit was actually able to hold on against Riou’s ambush, and it had been Riou’s unit who suffered more damage after their first charge. But then Riou’s soldiers saw the miracle of the Bright Shield Rune. When they were lying broken, dying from wounds, the power of Bright Shield engulfed them, healing all injuries, restoring their strength, giving them a second chance to pick up their weapons, scream their battle oath, and fought back against Highland soldiers. This miraculous revival shocked Solon Jhee’s soldiers so much that they lost their will to fight, and Solon was forced to flee.

Afterwards, everyone decided that they will make an organized stand, an army against Highland. Shu suggested that Riou should become the leader of the army. Everyone agreed but Riou’s older sister Nanami. Riou himself did not say much (he never talked much anyway) but he seemed to be hesitating. Then Viktor decided to tell Riou and Nanami the story of Genkaku, in order to help Riou make up his mind.

During the past hour, Viktor told Riou and Nanami about Genkaku. It was late, and Nanami dozed to sleep halfway through the story. So Viktor decided that they had heard enough and let Riou leave to think about it. Had there been more time, Viktor would have told Riou about Tir McDohl, another True Rune bearer, who had lead an army to liberate the Scarlet Moon Empire.

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“I hope Riou would understand. I can sense something miraculous about him, something that could inspire hope for all of us,” Leona said. “As a barkeep, I can only do so much. But Riou? He may not realize it, but he could do greater things than us. Maybe even defeat Luca Blight and avenge the people of Toto.” Toto, Leona’s hometown, was destroyed by Luca Blight’s army earlier on.

Leona saw Viktor grinning from ear to ear. “Heh, it’s not like you to talk that seriously,” Viktor said. “Frankly, I’m a bit tired of serious stuff lately… can’t we just relax, now that we have some place to call home?”

Leona chuckled. She thought she should forgive Viktor for this one; after all, Viktor had gone through a lot lately. The best she could do would not be to engage him in more serious discussion, but to do what she had always done. As she’s in charge of the tavern, her main job is to help people relax.

And Viktor was a special one.

“Hey,” Leona said, as she bent down to pick something up from behind the bar, “have you noticed that exactly one year ago, at this same date, we met for the first time?”

“Do we?” Viktor murmured, as he glanced to his empty beer glass and then to Leona, asking for a refill. “I can’t remember the exact date, but I’ll just believe you. Could you fill this for me?”

Leona slipped past the bar and walked towards Viktor, carrying a bottle of liquor. “I got this from Shu. Arrack from the Island Nations. It was in his South Window storehouse, but Shu said he won’t be trading for some time, so I bought some of his exports. Let’s see how it tastes like. To celebrate our one year anniversary,” she said, as she opened the bottle and poured its dark brown contents into Viktor’s glass. She poured some for herself too.

“Cheers,” they both exclaimed. Viktor downed it in one gulp. Instantly he felt like his head got hit by a hammer.

“Tchah! What the hell did they put in that thing?” Viktor seemed genuinely surprised by the sharpness of the taste, but there was something in that drink that made him to feel… different. “Tastes weird, but I think I’ll have more. Hit me another one!”

Leona poured another glass. “It was you hitting on me back then, wasn’t it?” she said seductively. Viktor just grinned.

“Ha-ha… come on… it’s not like that it’s unusual for you at that time, right?” he tried to get away. “I mean, you were working as a barmaid in that… place… so I guess…”

“…that I’m open to every drunken bloke’s advance. Right,” Leona said, as she sipped her own drink. She knew about the drink, the Island Nations arrack; people say the arrack brewers attach Phero runes on its maturing vats. The Phero rune happened to have stimulating effects…

“Umm, that’s not what I meant,” Viktor said, still with a silly grin, “…I admit I’ve been having one beer too many then, but look where it got us. You left that place for my fort, and now you got yourself a new tavern right here.” With that he finished his second helping.

Leona smiled. One and a half years ago, she started to work as a barmaid in a rather seedy tavern in Toto; she did not actually like the job, but she had been beset by financial difficulties, and that tavern offered a modest salary and an opportunity for tips and extra incomes. While working there, she did not just serve drinks; she also had to sit with guests and entertain them as they drank. One day, a mercenary captain named Viktor came, and he drank like a fish. Leona happened to be the one sent to sit with Viktor and served him.

“So I guess I should thank you for wrecking that place, then?” Leona said, after finishing her first glass, and refilling another. Viktor was almost drunk then, when a bunch of rowdy customers came and demanded Leona to sit with them. She’d been a favourite of regulars then, because she was the best-looking barmaid in that tavern. The men tried to drag Leona away from Viktor’s table, and of course Viktor had something to say about that. A fight ensued, and afterwards Viktor left the bar, staggering but unhurt, leaving a mess of bloody noses, black eyes, and broken furniture behind. And a frightened but impressed barmaid.

“Hehe, I guess so,” Viktor said. He felt his body heating up. “What is it with this bloody arrack? Hit me another.”

“Good thing you mentioned needing someone to take care of stuff on the merc fort,” Leona continued, feeling the arrack effects beginning to take hold on herself. “You already knew how I got kicked out of that place afterwards because they thought I would attract trouble. Trouble comes in the form of a drunken bear-man.”

Viktor laughed. “Come now, I was glad you decided to show up a few days after. In that dress, to boot. I’m happy you continued to dress like that until now.”

Leona blushed. She started wearing those long silken red one-piece dresses with long slits up her leg when she worked in that tavern, as the owner ordered the barmaids so. During that fateful first encounter with Viktor, he half-drunkenly said he liked how she dressed. Afterwards, Viktor forgot that he had said that, but Leona never did, and she continued to dress like that while working at the mercenary fort tavern, managing food and beverage needs. But now he had said it again.

“Well, finally you get the message,” Leona said, her hand reaching for Viktor’s. “Took you so long, but I’m happy to hear that.”

The comment hit Viktor like a ton of bricks on his head. He finally got the message. He left an impression in the barmaid’s mind, and she had worked hard to make a point, but he had been too blockheaded to understand. So that was why Leona continued to dress up, trying to look elegant and beautiful, even though she had been working in a shabby mercenary fort. She had hoped to catch his eye again, without saying it straightforwardly, and just then did he realize it.

Viktor felt a little regret as he remembered what had happened during the past year. There had been a woman on his mind—but she was not Leona. She was Anabelle of Muse. Their feelings might be mutual, but somehow Viktor was always worried that he won’t be a good match for Anabelle: she’s the leader of a state while he’s a ruffian that depended on his guts to live. And somehow he felt he would never be able to settle; he had been adventuring for years, never staying in any place for too long, whereas Anabelle had a city she’s attached to, one she most likely would not leave for any reason.

The tragic death of Anabelle truly saddened Viktor. But he remembered, it was Leona who consoled him as he agonized about it on their flight to South Window.

She was always there, for him. Patiently, consistently. Even though he had not been giving enough attention.

Viktor felt a rush of blood to his head as he downed yet another glass of the potent arrack. He was usually able to hold his drink, but this one had strange effects… he wondered if Leona had already planned something when she pulled the bottle out from the back of the bar. Leona stood up and walked towards Viktor. And she sat on the table, right in front of Viktor, her ivory-coloured thighs resting against the wood.

Viktor could swear he never saw Leona that gorgeous before, although she was basically dressed the same way she usually did. Was it the arrack, or was he just not paying enough attention all this time? The red silk dress seemed to shimmer under the light, accentuating her curves, especially her slender waist and her shapely hips. The red flower ornament stuck to her high chignon-styled hair matched her seductive scarlet lips. And those long legs of hers… Viktor realized that after so long, only then did he got so close to Leona.

“You know… I was waiting for you to say that again. You might have forgotten, but I don’t.”

And at the end of that last sentence she leaned forward and kissed Viktor on the lips. Her kiss tasted just like the arrack they’d tasted, and her hands went around Viktor’s body, embracing him.

“Leona… I…“ After Leona broke the kiss, Viktor hesitated, not knowing what to do.

“Sorry… but I hope you’ll forgive my indulgence…” Leona whispered, her voice as intoxicating as the poison she had served.

“G-go ahead… I don’t mind…” Viktor decided that he would let Leona do whatever she wanted.

“I hope it won’t be a bother to you if I get… too feisty,” Leona smiled naughtily, her beautiful face flushed passionately. Her hand made its way to Viktor’s crotch, and sure enough, it found a raging bulge behind the fabric.

Leona whispered in her mind, “Sorry… Anabelle…” and she kissed Viktor again, as her hand rubbed the bulge, feeling its warmth and size. Viktor complied and let the barmaid lead. Leona continued to stroke Viktor’s crotch as her tongue wrestled with his. Viktor wondered at what point in their previous conversation did he start having a boner, but he was never one to think about things for too long, and he could feel his mind going blank, surrendering to the amorous emotions incited by the arrack and the woman who had served it. He could feel passion building and burning his loins. Passion… for Leona. He never realized until now.

“May I?” asked Leona, and without waiting for an answer she started to unfasten Viktor’s belt. Leona got off the table and knelt beside Viktor’s seat, and then she fumbled around Viktor’s waist. A few moments later she managed to release Viktor’s dick, which was already erect.

“Oh my… I know you’re a big guy, so I kinda imagined that you shouldn’t be disappointing down here. Turns out it’s so fucking huge!” Leona said that as she held Viktor’s erection with one hand while rubbing her cheek onto the shaft. Her tongue reached from the edge of her mouth, its tip touching the surface of Viktor’s cock, as she continued to rub her cheek. Leona then moved her head downwards and her mouth found Viktor’s sack of balls down there. Her other hand joined the play as it grabbed Viktor’s nut sack from below and pushed his balls to her eager mouth. Leona bit them lightly and flicked them with her tongue, while continuing to stroke Viktor’s shaft.

“Uhh... Leona… Leona…” Viktor could say nothing else, his mind still trying to make sense of the things happening right in front of him, but his body already knew what to expect. Leona was teasing and licking his balls, every now and then tickling the base of his cock. After some time she stopped and stood.

“Oh Viktor… can you see this?” Leona said, with a longing voice, pulling up the front of her dress. Either she had somehow taken her panties off, or she wasn’t wearing any from the start, but Viktor could see her wet pussy right away.

“Y-you’re…” Viktor stuttered.

“I’m so fucking wet right now,” Leona whispered, one hand lifting the hem of her dress, the other one starting to play with her own clit. “I’m wet like this because of you, Viktor. Please. I’m such a horny slut. I’ll be your slut, Viktor.” Her voice got huskier as she continued teasing her clit while talking dirty. Viktor did not realize Leona could talk nasty like that; but the lewd words only made him more aroused.

Leona got bolder as she straddled Viktor’s lap. Viktor leaned back as Leona got all over him, kissing him passionately. Leona brushed aside the back of her dress and rubbed Viktor’s raging erection against her ass crack. Viktor’s hands reached Leona’s hips.

“I want you to fuck me, baby,” Leona said, as she held Viktor’s cheeks and stared sharply into Viktor’s eyes. “Make me your slut. Please fuck this slut real hard!”

And he knew then he wanted her, too.

Leona reached down and guided Viktor’s cock into her cunt. She closed her eyes as the large head started to split her gash, pushing its wet walls aside. Viktor moved in, a little at a time, fearing that his size might hurt Leona. But she did seem to enjoy the slow entrance, whispering “Oh yeah baby” and “It’s in me” as his cock intruded into her most intimate parts.

“Ahnnn… your huge thing is inside me,” Leona exclaimed, her face grimaced with pleasure. She put her hands on Viktor’s shoulders as she started to move her hips up and down. The feeling of his enormous shaft grinding against her pussy walls was intensely pleasuring; she moaned and grunted as she humped his cock ever faster.

“Ah! Yeah! Oh yeah! So good! So fucking good!”

Viktor decided to move, thrusting up against Leona’s humping, fucking her harder. He impatiently jerked open the upper part of Leona’s dress, popping out a few buttons in the process. Leona’s upper torso came into view and Viktor pushed her closer onto himself. Leona writhed and moaned in Viktor’s mighty bear hug as her fair-sized breasts got flattened over Viktor’s chest. She returned the favour by opening Viktor’s shirt, revealing his hairy muscular chest. All the while, their hips never stop moving, and Leona continued talking nasty.

“Oh! Yeah! Like that. Fuck this slut like that! I’m such a whore! Ah!”

Viktor’s thrusts got harder, but then Leona stopped. She quickly got off Viktor’s lap. Before he managed to grab her, she stepped back a little, and moved towards the bar.

“Uh… Leona?” Viktor was dumbfounded, slightly annoyed by the interruption.

In front of the bar, Leona turned around so her back faced Viktor. She bent forward and stuck out her supple ass towards Viktor. She licked her left hand fingers; after they were wet, she brought her left hand over her ass and plunged her left middle finger inside her asshole.

“Uhh… uhh… yeah… Viktor… please…”

Viktor got up the chair and approached her from behind, stroking his unsatisfied erection. He watched in amazement as Leona teased her own asshole, while at the same time admiring her long, shapely legs and her firm ass.

“This slut wants to be fucked in the ass,” Leona beckoned while panting because of her own teasing. “C’mon babe… I want that big cock of yours inside my ass… Fuck my slutty ass!”

And that pushed Viktor over the edge. He took position between her spread legs and without giving any warning, he rammed his meat into her asshole.

“SHIT?! UHH!! YYYESSS!!!”

Leona was actually surprised by Viktor’s rough entrance and she shrieked because of the sudden pain. She tried to compose herself but Viktor, who had decided to be more proactive, had begun pumping her ass hard and fast, barely giving her time to take control.

“OH…! Y-youUH! FUCK! So… hard… OH! No… UGHH! Wait… UHUHH!”

It was Leona’s turn to get overwhelmed by Viktor’s relentless action, her mind so bombarded by pleasure that she could not even master her own body. She gripped the bar hard, her head flailed about as she screamed in pain-edged ecstasy.

“MY ASS!!!” she wailed. “You’re… IN MY ASS! So… friggin’ great… AHH!! You’re… RAPING MY ASS!! AH! AHH! AAHHH! SO BIG! IT’S FUCKING MY ASS!”

Viktor only got more eager after hearing that, and he slapped her ass. Leona answered by screaming “SPANK ME! SPANK THIS SLUT!” Viktor continued ploughing into Leona’s ass, and he started to feel he could no longer hold it in.

“Leona… I… I’m gonna…”

Upon hearing that, Leona tried to let go. Viktor kept holding onto her waist, but she said, “…Not inside! Agh! I want you… oh! Cum on my face. I want it on my face!”

Viktor released her and pulled out suddenly with a sudden pop, his cock leaving a trail of liquid in her gaping asshole. Leona immediately turned and knelt in front of Viktor, quickly taking his still erect cock in her mouth, not caring that the meat shaft was in her shithole just moments ago.

“Wha…? Leona…?” Viktor seemed surprised by her unreserved action, but his mind soon got swamped by the warm and ticklish sensation of her mouth and tongue, accompanied by her hands teasing his balls and even his asshole. He could almost hear her say “That’s it, give it to me,” and “I love your nasty cock,” between her sucking and licking, but he’d had too much.

Leona released Viktor’s cock and immediately put her face right at the target. He unloaded all over her made-up face, his white seed defiling her powdered cheeks, tarnishing her dark curving eyebrows, sticking across her cherry-red lips. He had not been with a woman for quite some time, not with everything that had happened recently, and he felt like unloading several years’ worth of sperm over Leona’s face. Viktor was not a man who thinks a lot about his actions, but at least he had realized what Leona felt for him for some time, and although he was still confused, part of his mind was glad about the realization.

As she felt Viktor’s seed hit her face, Leona also came, shuddering lightly, enjoying the moment. She had been waiting for this moment for some time, and she had been doing things to make it happen, from wearing the dress that Viktor said he liked to getting Viktor to drink that arrack, but in the end, the feeling was worth the trouble.

And then the tavern door opened…

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Rikimaru the hefty swordsman was thinking that he’d get something to drink at Leona’s, but when he opened the tavern door without knocking, he discovered a most surprising situation.

He saw Viktor, naked, and Leona, also naked and kneeling in front of Viktor, and Viktor was cumming all over Leona’s face.

But Rikimaru was a cool person, and he did not freak out or anything. He just stood there, grinning with his hands on his hips, watching the two got surprised by his presence, and gave a casual remark.

“Hehe, can I join, guys?”

Viktor was stupefied. On the other hand, Leona’s cum-soaked smile hinted that she did not mind…

THE END?

Author’s notes: There you go, hope you guys like it. The title ‘Etoile Volante’ was the French translation of Leona’s star, Chihi (Flying Star). Why that title? Dunno, just randomness. Send all feedback, suggestions, flames, angry threats etc. to


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Street Fudger

Description:
After being given the cold shoulder by his fiancée Eliza, Ken goes out for the night to find something to distract his mind, and he meets someone quite unusual. [Categories pending]

Disclaimer: The characters are property of Capcom and I do not own them. This story contains situations and scenes not suitable for minors so if you are not yet an adult then stop reading.

Comments? Ideas? Requests? I would welcome them; contact me at (ninjaxgaijin@yahoo.com). Enjoy your reading.

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Street Fudger
A Street Fighter/Capcomverse Fanfic

By: Ninja Gaijin

[pov: Ken Masters]

Ken

I don’t feel like coming back home for the night.

After I dropped Ryu off at the airport sometime earlier this evening so he could fly back to Japan (and after he beat me for the umpteenth time in a sparring match this morning), I didn’t know where to go next. But certainly not home. Because Eliza’s pissed. Dunno the reason. Maybe PMS. Maybe Ryu. (Well, Ryu did stay for quite a long time and I did spend more time with my old buddy than her for a while, but…) Whatever. All I knew was that she wouldn’t talk to me and she slammed the door at my face.

Sigh. Women. Why can’t they be more direct about everything?

I think it’s some time past midnight now. I was planning to spend time wasting myself away at the bar, but the car kept me from drinking too much. I’ve got enough trouble with women; don’t want any more trouble with cops carrying breathalyzers.

I need something else to get shit off my head.

What should I do? Go to the woods and beat some trees into pulp? Pick a fight with local thugs? Naaah, who am I? Ryu? Those things might work for him, the guy who lives for nothing but the fight, but not for me. There are lots of more enjoyable things in the world than fighting. So…

After about an hour of aimless driving, I decided.

Gonna get myself some nice tail, then.

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Ever since I hooked up with Eliza, I’ve been faithful to her—no affairs, no wild parties like back in college days, no others. Also, having a guy obsessed with martial arts as your best friend really helped in taking fidelity seriously.

Yeah, yeah. Let’s just forget that for a while. I feel like banging someone tonight and Liz wouldn’t give it to me at the moment, so I do what any self-respecting horny male would do.

Of course, I could just drive to one of my old man’s hotels, get myself a room and then call for some room service; nobody would say anything if it’s the boss’ own son, but I don’t feel like it. Since having a hotel-tycoon father means you can actually live in one of the suites with your woman, and that woman is currently in that suite, either sleeping or staying awake talking to her sister over the phone, nailing another broad in another hotel suite just doesn’t feel like it. It would just feel the same as with Liz.

Besides, it’s not that I’m disappointed with Liz. She’s pretty, sophisticated, well bred, everything that would classify her as near-perfect. Just like a lot of things in my life, she might be one of the best out there… and if your circumstances are like mine, then you might have also experienced the tedium of always having the best things. It’s nice, but if you only eat, wear, watch, fuck etc. the best everyday it does get old.

I need some variation. Something or someone not much like her.

I’m feeling adventurous right now. Let’s check what the streets offer us at night.

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I knew for a fact that not far from the harbor where I use to take challenges from other fighters, there’s this street where you can pick up girls. Of the working type. Of course there would be something like that in all harbors in the whole world, due to the laws of demand and supply. You have many men coming from far away, spending days at sea with no entertainment except wanking, and you grab the business opportunity.

Just to be safe, I drove around the street a few times, checking whether the cops had nothing better to do and decided to set a sting somewhere in the premises, and also what’s available.

Some luck regarding the cops issue—the street seemed safe, no visible police cars parked, no fake strumpets setting themselves as traps to catch the unsuspecting john.

Even though I said earlier that I’m looking for someone quite different from Eliza, that doesn’t mean I’m gonna be scraping the bottom of the barrel. Definitely not looking for someone fugly. More along the lines of someone with a… different kind of charm.

So far, not much luck. Apparently I didn’t get there at the best of times, so all I saw was the worst ones; I figured the better-looking ones had been grabbed early on. Damn, too late.

This one… overweight. That one… too old. This one looks like she’s on crack. Ugly. Uglier. That one’s nice but definitely illegal. Would’ve been worse if I got busted nailing underage than caught drunk driving.

I was about to give up and go home when I finally spotted her.

Standing under yellow light from street lamp, leaning against the brick wall of some building in a narrow and deserted alley, she’s a living definition of the word ‘streetwalker’. Tall, slim, thin waistline, nice curving hips, shapely legs that ended in black stiletto fuck-me heels. Long thick reddish hair that reached the middle of her back—definitely not a natural shade of red, but the yellow light made it hard to tell what exactly her hair color was. Black leather jacket, white top underneath, black tight leather miniskirt—with some chainlike accessory around the waist, dangling in front of her crotch. A large black choker covering most of her neck.

This one’s all right, I thought. No, way better than the ones I’ve seen before. So I pulled up nearby and opened the car window. She got the signal and approached me. As she leaned into the window I could see her cleavage peeking from behind the leather jacket and the tank top neckline.

“Lookin’ for some company, pretty boy?” she said with a low husky voice. I just smirked at her as I took the time looking closely at her face. Her over-made-up face. With a liberal application of fluorescent blue eye shadow and apparently too much blush. Her lips, covered with a heavy coat of red, stole my focus. Sexy-colored lips, the kind you want going down your cock.

Such a slut.

And my dick hardened as a result of that close inspection. Okay, she did it. Positive reaction.

She’s an example of that someone with a different attraction than Eliza. Liz leans more to the elegant refined type, this one’s so far from that end. She oozed sluttiness, something Liz lacked. (Although sometimes I do fantasize about Liz with a similar getup… do you think she’ll agree to dress up like this whore if I asked nicely?)

I broke eye contact and looked down to the bulge in my pants. She noticed it too.

“Well, your little bro down there could use a hand,” she said. “Or a mouth. Or an asshole.”

“Aggressive, aren’t we,” I replied. “So that’s what you offer?”

“Yep. I blow you first, and then you can do my ass. How’s that?”

“It’s usually a three-course menu, isn’t it? How about regular sex?”

“Sorry, can’t do that one right now. That time of the month, you know.”

But you’re still out here turning tricks, I thought. Well, I wasn’t the type that liked to fuck a woman who’s on the rag, so I didn’t pursue the matter further. Besides, she did offer me anal. I’ve only nailed Eliza’s butt hole once—after a lot of coaxing and pleading—and it was great, but she cried and screamed and swore she’d never let me talk her into doing it like that again. Too painful for her perhaps, but I still want to try it again…

“Okay, I’ll go with your offer,” I said. Not bad. We decided on a price, which I then paid half upfront.

“So um… where’d ya wanna do it?” she asked. “Get us a room somewhere?”

A room doesn’t suit you, I thought. Someone like this would be best enjoyed in her natural setting—somewhere in the streets, maybe a back alley? I just grinned. The location should fit the mood.

“Nah. Can’t wait that long, and I’m a bit short on dough,” I bluffed. “Why not somewhere around here?”

“Y’know, you look like you’re rich but quite stingy…” she frowned, but didn’t seem to mind. “Whatever. If you wanted here, let’s do it here.”

The street was empty and safe, I thought. Well, even if a bunch of hoodies suddenly turn up, I was pretty confident with my self-defense skills. After turning off the car engine, I got out and locked the door. She approached me, hips swaying deliciously.

She was really tall! Almost as tall as myself. Her lips smirked as we exchanged stares, as if sizing up each other. She relieved herself of her leather jacket; I could see she’s wearing a white tank top and nothing underneath, as evidenced by two perky nipples threatening to tear through the white fabric. She quickly got ‘down to business’, crouching and running her hands over the bulge in my pants. She immediately unbuttoned my pants and pulled down the zipper, not wasting any time. My swelling cock eagerly leaped out to meet the cause of its stiffness. Her red-nailed fingers played with my rod as she smiled, muttering, “So fucking big,” or something like that.

“Heh. How’d ya like it?” I tried to get her to compliment.

“Nice. Not bad. Just big enough,” she said with an unconvinced tone. Must’ve seen too many cocks in her time, I guess. Whatever.

Without saying anything else she started to work on my meat. Her red lips enveloped my dick halfway, and her tongue started to tickle its bottom. Her mouth felt slick and wet, and I could feel suction. Her fingers played with my testicles. She sucked up and down my dick with her eyes half-closed; the movement of those red lips and blue eyelids grabbed my attention. Later on, just when I thought I was on the brink of shooting my load, she took my cock out of her mouth and pressed her face onto its erected hardness, pushing and rubbing it against my lower abs while her tongue stuck out and licked my balls. I couldn’t help but start to grunt and groan.

She swallowed my shaft again and this time deep-throated it. I hissed as she sucked hard; as if she was trying to rip off my dick. I didn’t think I could hold on much longer, and I grabbed her head, pulled her as close as possible, and exploded inside.

She received every shot I unloaded inside her warm mouth; I swear I could hear her gulps as she swallowed my come. I just said random things like “Unhh!” and “Fuck!” as I made her swallow every last drop, never letting go of my grip on her head.

After everything came out, I released her and pulled out of her mouth.

“Whoo… That was good,” I said, as some kind of compliment which she might not really appreciate, as she just smirked and spat out some leftover cum. But she’s a pro, after all, and I paid for two items so she began working on my cock again. As it returned to its previous hardness, she turned round so I faced her back, and she snuggled up to me, her tight skirt-clad butt grinding against my boner.

“You can do me from the back while I bend over. Is that position okay with you?” she suggested.

“I don’t fucking mind,” I said, as I ran my hands all over her butt. She took the initiative and pulled her tight skirt up. Her nice ass cheeks came into view, divided by black panties—with a convenient opening giving access to her puckered back door. Under her panties, I noticed a slight swelling to the front of the ‘asshole window’. Well, she mentioned before that she’s in that time of the month so I guess that’s a tampon; I’ll just ignore that.

“You’re well-prepared,” I said, while rubbing my erection against her ass cleavage. “Even wore panties that allow instant entrance like that. What a slut.”

“Whatever, just save the bullshit will you,” she remarked back cynically. “Before that, pay up the rest first. No cash, no stickin’ that thing up my butt.”

And that was part of the reason why I called her a slut. I took out some bucks out of my wallet and handed them over to her. She quickly counted them; after she established that I’d given her as much as we decided before, she looked over her shoulder and grinned. “Alrighty. It’s open for business now.”

She spread her legs and bent forward, one hand holding on to the brick wall in front of her, another rested on her knee. I positioned my cock right in front of her anal opening and held her waist with one hand. After spitting on my cock for lubrication, I pushed in.

The entrance was easier than I expected. She might’ve already lubed her asshole, since she could be used to this. Not a virgin ass, but not bad either. She gave a low grunt as I pushed all the way in. Just as I managed to get my dick in, she pushed her hips back against me and started to make hissing and grunting sounds.

“Shit… this hole’s good!” I remarked. I started to pump her as my hands searched for her tits to play with. I fondled her breasts as I slowly thrust into her anus; her breasts seemed unnaturally perky. Silicones. But it wasn’t half bad anyway, they still felt nice. All the time, her hot canal gripped my intruding member tight, while she gasped and grunted and thrashed her red-maned head from side to side.

“Oh! Oh! Ugh!”

She did have a rather low-toned voice, but at the moment my ears found it sexy. Too bad I couldn’t see her face; would love to see those red lips open and close in ecstasy. She seemed eager herself, because she responded my thrusts in kind, as her hips push back, complimenting each shove.

“Oh yeah,” she spoke, sounding as if she’s saying that through clenched teeth, “Fuck my ass like that!”

“Damn right I will!” I replied, thrusting ever harder. “Gonna fuck you real deep!”

“Fucking cum inside me, big boy!” she suggested, “I want your hot cum inside me!”

I decided to tease her a bit by reaching forward, grabbing her throat, and saying to her ear, “Only if you also lick my cock clean after it goes out of your ass.”

“Bastard,” she spat, “You sick pervert. Oh! Ughh! Okay, okay I’ll fucking do it. Just promise you’ll cum inside my ass, not outside!”

“With pleasure,” I said, with a victorious grin across my face.

“Just fucking let it come!!” she screamed, thrusting back hard.

“Damn horny bitch!” I cussed, and knowing I couldn’t last much longer inside her hot rear passage, I let go. I groaned and my cock exploded deep inside her. I pulled her waist close and even tugged at her hair, as my head tilted back and I’m lost in ecstasy—pumping my spunk inside the streetwalker’s ass.

“UHH FUUCK!!”

I felt as if blood escaped my head as I ejaculated the last of my load into her, and I let go of her waist and hair. I tottered back a few steps, exhausted, until my back found support on my car, and I laid my head back on the car roof for a while, reveling in the pleasure.

“Hehh… that was fuckin’ awesome…” I said, while I closed my eyes for a while. “Now, how about you clean my dirty coc…”

As I raised my head to look at her…

She had turned to face me, crouching with her legs spread, smiling, my cum leaking from her gaping asshole, and her panties down halfway her thighs. She grinned as her fingers stroke… her own erect penis. Complete with balls.

“That was great, love. You’re quite a stud, y’know?. Oh by the way, my name’s Poison. Nice to meet you, love,” she said, smirking naughtily.

She continued to jerk her cock until she ejaculated. Her cum flew and landed on my shoe. I found my own cock still half-erect.

“Oh shit…”

Poison

THE END?

AUTHOR’S NOTES
There you go. Hope you enjoyed the surprise :) I wanted to make a story from that infamous phrase ‘IT’S A TRAP’ and I thought Poison would make a perfect character there. Maybe I’ll write something else about her… got ideas? Send all feedback, suggestions, flames, angry threats etc. to (ninjaxgaijin@yahoo.com) AFF: Unlogged comments welcome.

Content Codes: Anal, Bi, Trans

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Minggu, 30 Mei 2010

Legend of Zhen Ji (4)

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Legend of Zhen Ji
A Dynasty Warriors fanfic

By: Ninja Gaijin

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PART 3: Spoils of War


Yuan Tan’s army camp, hill south of Youzhou, early evening


A marching army, like Yuan Tan’s contingent, is also a business opportunity. There were shrewd souls keen to grab the chance for profit from meeting the needs of a large, concentrated body of soldiers. These camp-followers consist of various entrepreneurs offering their services to the soldiers. There were blacksmiths offering to fix and sharpen weapons; hunters selling game for those bored with military rations; pedlars hawking various wares; amateur doctors and medicine sellers making a killing among the wounded and sick.

And there were those whose services cater to the corporeal needs of men. As the night approaches and the soldiers retire from action, these providers of carnal entertainment would turn up at the camp fringes, looking for those who want to forget this afternoon’s carnage with a quick fuck. Their success usually depended on the army morale; winners were usually more generous and more in the mood to celebrate. Another factor to be considered in the prospects of whoring for armies is the level of discipline. Very disciplined elite units or units under a strict commander were bad for business; these guys almost never bother with fun while on duty.

As the sun sets, one company of five camp-follower harlots entered Yuan Tan’s camp. They immediately attracted attention with their gaudy clothes and painted faces. The soldiers started to flock around the prostitutes. Some soldiers were already trying to bargain with some of the women. However, before any deal was done, one of the women, a plump lady in her late thirties, announced that they would like to see someone of rank first.

Bian Lian, the plump woman, was the madam, and she had been following Yuan Tan’s army ever since they departed from their base at Pingyuan. Wherever the army stopped to camp, Bian Lian would visit them, bringing some prostitutes for business. Some of her whores were her regular employees. Others were recruited from nearby brothels or the local female population. In those times of poverty and uncertainty, she found that many peasant women could be persuaded to become part-time whores. Of course, her line of business did not offer the best of working conditions and she was always forced to make do with what big-city brothels have no use of: the older and plainer ones, who would be outcompeted by better-looking ladies in a regular market. But out there, where there was no competition, even these women could still bring cash in. Soldiers on duty weren’t that choosy either. Of course, just to make sure that her wenches would still look desirable, Bian Lian made them wear showy dresses and thick makeup.

The madam made her way to a large tent, the officer’s tent. Outside the tent, stood the older of the Lu brothers, Lu Kuang. The burly officer grinned as he saw Bian Lian approaching.

“How do you do, Officer Lu? May I offer you the company of my girls for tonight?” Bian Lian got straight to the point.

“Pah!” blurted Lu Kuang, “How’d I know ya won’t send someone ugly like that pig-faced one from last time?”

Bian Lian just sported a silly grin. “Sorry about her. I’ve been having trouble finding good-looking girls from around here.”

“Ya just don’t know where to look, woman. But I don’t think we’ll be needin’ yer wenches tonight. We’ve just captured two pretty birds this afternoon.”

“Oh?” The scoop caught Bian Lian’s interest. “And who would these be?”

“Me boss’s sister-in-law an’ her serving-wench. Apparently her hubbie’s too pussy to face us in combat so he sent his missus to see us while he wets his own pants. Ya know Li Dian, that serious bloke who always refused yer sluts? Turns out he’s a friggin’ genius. He came up with some funky plan an’ managed to trap the enemy troops. We had a great afternoon slaughterin’ them. Those two lasses hit hard but they’re no match for us. Now we got ‘em tied up back there.”

“Really?” Bian Lian mumbled, “What do you plan to do with them, Officer Lu?”

“Well if ya ask me,” Lu Kuang said, “Me balls’ been itchin’ since this morning, an’ these two could do something ‘bout it. Dunno ‘bout the boss, tho’. Maybe he’s got other plans for that sister-in-law of his. I won’t be surprised if he said she’s off-limits. As long as I can still do the other bitch, I don’t mind that.”

“Can I see them?” Bian Lian asked.

“Sure, why not? I was just gonna check on ‘em anyway. C’mon.”

Bian Lian and Lu Kuang left. Elsewhere, Bian Lian’s harlots had worked out a deal with the soldiers and their working night had just begun. Given that there were only four of them, it would be a long night for each.

*****

Some time earlier, Niu Qing was feeling glad that their captors seemed civil. After she and Lady Zhen had been taken to the camp, Li Dian and his men took over. A doctor tended the wound she received before, caused by Yuan Tan’s arrow on her shoulder. And although the two were still bound as before, they had not been treated discourteously. Li Dian’s men even gave her some meatbuns and released one of her arms from bondage in order for her to eat them and feed Lady Zhen. She repaid their courtesy by promising not to try to escape while she was unbound.

Around sunset, a scout returned to camp and reported that the enemy had been calling reinforcements from the north, and these will arrive sometime tomorrow. After a brief discussion among the officers, Yuan Tan ordered Li Dian and his veterans (now about 450 men or so) to move by nightfall, to intercept enemy reinforcements before they could meet the city defenders.

And suddenly, with Li Dian’s departure, Niu Qing began to feel very worried.

The two lady warriors had been bound to two poles inside a large tent for some time, in a sitting position. Nobody came to see them for some time, and Lady Zhen had been exhausted from all the action before, so she drifted off to sleep. Niu Qing on the other hand kept watch of the situation, and she saw Li Dian’s men exchange guarding posts with Lu Kuang’s men outside the tent.

From the earlier battle, Niu Qing knew Lu Kuang and Lu Xiang’s men were not better warriors than Li Dian’s men, but they’re certainly more rowdy. Back then, she could see the lust in their eyes and their drooling mouths when they realize they were fighting two women. Besides, she had heard from the scouts about what they had been doing along the way.

Niu Qing glanced sideways and saw her lady—her little sister-in-law—sleeping peacefully, her beautiful head drooping forward. After they had been given food by Li Dian’s men, Niu Qing was bound again. Now she was trying to get out of the bondage. She squirmed and wriggled, looking for a weak spot to slip her arms out, but to no avail. Apparently Li Dian’s men knew how to tie people up properly. A spark of anxiety emerged and grew within Niu Qing. She knew the Lu brothers’ men, former bandits and rogues, would not be as respectful as Li Dian’s men, so she should get herself and her lady out of there quickly. She didn’t dare imagine what dishonourable things those thugs might do to her, or worse, to her beloved mistress.

Niu Qing saw lights and heard some commotion outside the prison tent. Someone’s coming—someone important…

*****

Lu Kuang, Lu Xiang, and Yuan Tan went up to check on their prisoners, with madam Bian Lian tagging along. The officers paid no attention to the procuress; they were focused to their captives only, and each of them had been gathering ideas of what to do with the ladies. From their grinning faces, one could only guess what mischievous things they had come up with.

Lu Kuang

Accompanied by some soldiers, the three officers entered the prison tent. The soldiers lit a torch inside the tent so that Yuan Tan and company may inspect the faces of the enemies they had defeated that day.

Lu Xiang

On their left was Niu Qing. Although she was low-born, it would be unfair to consider her as plain-looking or even ugly. She was quite tall for a Chinese woman of that era. She was still wearing her clothes from that afternoon, yellow shirt and pants, but her light armour vest had been taken off by Li Dian’s men. Her shirt had bloodstains in various places, and its right shoulder was torn open, revealing a bandaged wound. Underneath her outfit were a slim, athletic body and long legs. Earlier in battle, her helmet was knocked off by Lu Kuang’s attack, and her hair was also undone. Her long black hair hung all the way down to her waist. Among her dark tresses was her comely face. Although she did not show it at the moment, Niu Qing had an attractive, teasing smile, which years ago had stolen Lady Zhen’s older brother’s heart.

Although the Lu brothers and Bian Lian inspected Niu Qing’s looks with great interest, Yuan Tan only glanced at the maidservant for a moment. His thought centred on the other woman, the more beautiful of the two. Lady Zhen was still sleeping and did not notice the visitors. Yuan Tan squatted and reached his sister-in-law’s chin, and lifted her sleeping face so he could see it clearly.

Yuan Tan felt powder sticking to his fingers. No wonder; due to Niu Qing’s habit of tarting up Lady Zhen for *any* occasion, apparently she had been made up to look glamorous as usual for that afternoon’s agenda, which included a little diplomatic talk and quite a few combat sessions. Sweat, wind, and dust had smeared it a little, but for the most part Niu Qing’s work of art retained its elegance. Yuan Tan can’t help but admire her lush cheeks, her perfect curving brows, her cute nose, her long lashes, her tempting red lips, and her beauty spot under her left eye; were her eyes open, Yuan Tan would sing praises to their beauty too. Her hair was up in a bun decorated with a small bird-shaped ornament, and a few hanging strands indicated that it would go down to her back if unbound. Her milky-white complexion made her face and neck look striking in contrast with her jet black hair. Her graceful neckline disappears underneath the yellow hem of her battle jacket, which was also an inside-out armour suit with jade tiles sewn underneath. The jacket covers her torso down to her hips, and her upper arms, and underneath it she wore a long-sleeved shirt which was tightened around her forearms with straps for unhindered movement. From the waist down hung a long flowing skirt, quite an awkward piece of clothing for someone fighting, but the skirt was slit in one side, revealing a pair of close-fitting breeches. However, Yuan Tan was more curious about what was beneath all those garments.

Yuan Tan gritted his teeth as he thought that his weak younger brother Yuan Xi would be more familiar with the figure hidden under those clothes. It could have been himself. It should have been himself. He recalled the events of years ago, when his father, the late Yuan Shao, took he and his brothers to inspect the work of an official named Zhen Yi. There had always been some sibling rivalry among him and his brothers, but it culminated around the time Zhen Yi’s daughter appeared to greet the noble visitors and poured wine for them. He had been so infatuated with Zhen Yi’s daughter that he planned to ask her father to have her for his wife, but his third brother Yuan Shang had the same idea! He had asked Yuan Shang to back off but that annoying little brat was too pig-headed for his own good. In the following weeks, the discord escalated up to the point where he was willing to fight Yuan Shang to the death over that woman, and vice versa. And his old man intervened in the most unwise manner—by giving her to Yuan Xi.

After that, years have passed, his old man expired, and parts of the Yuans’ domain had been overran by Cao Cao, and now he found himself allied to Cao Cao, the man who had frustrated his father to death, just so he can get back at his brothers… But deep inside, Yuan Tan would rather be under nobody’s thumb, and just like his father he wanted power and territory. Secretly he planned that as soon as he wiped out his brothers, he would get back at Cao Cao and drive him away from Yuan territories, and even take Cao Cao’s realm. Soon…

The first step would be to make Yuan Xi submit, and take Youzhou and all its resources.

Including this one, the beautiful girl that had enchanted him back then at Zhen Yi’s place, then given to an unworthy man, and finally in his hands now, as his captive.

“Wakey wakey,” Yuan Tan shook Lady Zhen’s body, trying to wake her up.

*****

The first thing Lady Zhen saw right after she awaked was Yuan Tan’s face right in front of hers.

She looked round, and saw a burly, moustached man with lazy eyes in military outfit—Lu Kuang—and another man who looked like Lu Kuang, but with a more sinister expression and smaller build—Lu Xiang—and a dumpy woman with too much makeup in a tacky dress—who is she?—and lots of soldiers—and when she looked to her right side, Niu Qing.

“Brother-in-law Yuan Tan,” she muttered.

“Ah, you’re awake. Had a nice sleep?” Yuan Tan tried to sound friendly. “Guards. Release her from those ropes.”

Two men stepped forward and freed Lady Zhen from bondage. Some others brought chairs in; three for the officers, one for Lady Zhen. Yuan Tan offered her to sit, but Lady Zhen uttered a demand first.

“Please untie her.” She gestured towards Niu Qing, still bound to the tent pole.

Yuan Tan smiled. “Anything you want, my dear sister-in-law,” and he ordered his men to free Niu Qing too. Niu Qing felt relieved to be able to move freely again, but several armed soldiers immediately stood by her, ready to react if she tried anything suspicious.

After seeing Niu Qing unbound, Lady Zhen sat on the offered chair, anxiously.

“Why do you do this, brother-in-law?” she asked calmly, “Why do you attack us?”

“Well, because you guys didn’t just give in to my earlier demands,” Yuan Tan said matter-of-factly. “If you would just surrender Youzhou we wouldn’t have to do this.”

“I have discussed the matter with my husband,” Lady Zhen said, “As it goes, we cannot agree with your submission to Prime Minister Cao Cao. And if we were to join forces to you, it would be to fight Cao Cao, not third brother Yuan Shang as you had proposed.”

“You still trust my sissy brother’s judgment?” Yuan Tan replied, “I’m surprised that you would stand up for him. I mean, what good is he?”

Lady Zhen could not answer straight away. Yuan Tan’s remark hit the spot. But she decided to keep the proper attitude.

“…Please do not speak ill of your brother like that.”

Yuan Tan laughed. “Why shouldn’t I? Xi deserved it! And, to tell you the truth, I am more surprised that you would defend him like that.”

He paused for a while, stood from his chair, and walked towards Lady Zhen’s position.

“Listen. I don’t care at all about Xi. For me it matters not whether he’s alive or dead, as long as he doesn’t get in the way. What I want is Youzhou and the 10.000-men border troops stationed there. A contingent of Cao Cao’s soldiers will arrive here in a few days’ time, and by then we would march to Youzhou and take it. If Xi’s smart, he should not try to resist. In any case, Youzhou’s already mine.”

“If my husband is of no importance to you, then what do you want with me?”

“What do I want with you? Shouldn’t it be obvious?”

“What should be obvious?”

“Silly woman. I want you, of course! I’ve wanted you since I first saw you years ago at your father’s place. Too bad my old man came up with that stupid arrangement. Xi isn’t good enough for you!”

“…” Lady Zhen could not say anything. What Yuan Tan said was true. However, she did not fancy the prospect to be Yuan Tan’s woman either.

“Please do not suggest such improper things…” she whispered meekly. “People knew me as Lord Yuan Xi’s wife. It would tarnish my and your honour if you were to take me, you own sister-in-law, away from your own brother, forcefully.”

“Screw that. Why are you fussing over stupid things? Just be mine and I will build an entire kingdom for you. But, in case you didn’t realize, you’re my prisoner now, and I can do anything I want to you.”

“Brother-in-law, I beg you, please. Will you not consider my own feelings? I am not anyone’s property! You can’t force me!”

“I don’t want to force you either,” as Yuan Tan continued to talk, his hand reached for Lady Zhen’s face, going towards her chin, “I’ll see if I can persua—“

SLAP! Lady Zhen swatted Yuan Tan’s hand away.

“Please don’t touch me,” she said coldly.

Yuan Tan’s ego was of the sensitive type, and that slap quickly ignited flames of rage within him.

Lady Zhen was also irritated by Yuan Tan’s impertinence. Earlier, she would have been able to discuss things coolly with her captor, but now a spark of temper had fuelled her defiance.

“Not very cooperative, aren’t we,” Yuan Tan smirked and gestured. Two soldiers immediately positioned themselves at Lady Zhen’s sides, ready to seize her on command, but Yuan Tan ordered them to stop there.

At the same time, Niu Qing was startled by the sound of the slap. She had been in full alert, but she was still surrounded by soldiers. She made a quick assessment of the situation in her head. Besides Yuan Tan, the Lu brothers, and that unknown woman, there were about 20 soldiers in the tent and definitely more outside. She considered alternative actions to take if their captors try to do anything she wouldn’t want to happen.

“Have you no shame, brother-in-law?” Lady Zhen, piqued by Yuan Tan’s slight, for a moment forgot about her disadvantageous situation and tried to chastise Yuan Tan. “You should know better than to lay your hands upon a married woman without her consent. Would a nobleman like you do such despicable things? I will not accept this.”

As she observed the proceedings, Niu Qing felt like chastising Lady Zhen herself. She knew her lady well—and one of Lady Zhen’s idiosyncrasies were her strict insistence on manners. Sure, in normal conditions, it would be okay to scold a maidservant over say a forgotten gesture of respect, but there and that time was not a good place to make a big deal about it, and Niu Qing feared that it would only provoke Yuan Tan further.

And provoke Yuan Tan it did. People say that Yuan Tan’s a bit of a bastard; that was the reason Yuan Shao preferred his third son, the brave and resourceful Yuan Shang, to be his successor. Yuan Shao knew his firstborn son’s tendency to be impulsive and cruel too well.

One could almost hear Yuan Tan and Lady Zhen’s egos crashing against each other in the tent.

“Bitch,” Yuan Tan spat. “Seize her!”

The command was given to the soldiers at Lady Zhen’s sides—but another person reacted first. Niu Qing immediately sprang high up into the air, escaping the soldiers surrounding her by leaping above their heads, and as she went back down, she attempted a drop kick to Yuan Tan’s head. Everyone around had been too shocked by her sudden acrobatics and none were quick enough to prevent the back of her foot crashing onto Yuan Tan’s head. Yuan Tan went down immediately, face first to the ground. Without stopping, Niu Qing darted to Lady Zhen, and with a flying split kick knocked the two soldiers on her sides away. She immediately pulled Lady Zhen away from the crowd, putting the lady behind her as she backed to the corner of the tent. Lady Zhen, who had been as surprised as everybody else by Niu Qing’s unexpected movements, quickly got her bearings and tried to act her part. She wasn’t very sure what Niu Qing was trying to achieve, but she understood that they will have to find a way out.

“Slip out of the tent. I’ll hold them back,” Niu Qing said without looking at Lady Zhen while assuming a fighter’s stance. The noblewoman hesitated; she saw Lu Kuang, Lu Xiang and the soldiers charging towards them.

“Go!” Niu Qing yelled as she met the attacking Lu Kuang with a powerful kick. Lady Zhen scurried away, trying to exit the tent. She managed to slip under the heavy tarpaulin as Niu Qing desperately tried to beat back anyone attempting to seize them.

Lady Zhen found herself outside the tent. However, the commotion in the prison tent had attracted the attention of more soldiers, and immediately she saw a group of soldiers running towards her. She ran towards the opposite direction, trying to find a way out, but she was practically in the middle of the enemy camp, so she could only see Yuan Tan’s soldiers everywhere. In the end, she found herself encircled by soldiers. She was about to charge through them when she heard someone yell at her.

“Surrender, milady, or this woman’s dead!”

She turned and saw Lu Xiang holding Niu Qing by her hair, forcing her to kneel. They were positioned besides a lit torch, so Lady Zhen could see blood trickling from Niu Qing’s mouth. If she were closer she might have seen bruises on Niu Qing’s face. It seemed that she had been overpowered and beaten by the enemy.

“Please get out of here… milady!” Niu Qing managed a scream. But Lady Zhen had nowhere to go. She was completely surrounded.

From behind Lu Xiang, the figure of Yuan Tan appeared. Apart from a huge lump on his head, he was not badly hurt by Niu Qing’s surprise attack. His expression clearly revealed that he was pissed. He walked hastily to Lu Xiang and Niu Qing, and as he faced Niu Qing, he kicked her in the gut right away. Niu Qing yelped in pain and collapsed forward, but she was kept from falling by Lu Xiang’s grasp.

“That hurts you witch!” Yuan Tan snapped at her.

“Qing!” Lady Zhen wanted to rush towards Niu Qing and comfort her, but Yuan Tan was already in front of her. He seemed to have got his composure knocked out of his head by Niu Qing’s nasty kick, as he had no qualms about delivering a hard slap across Lady Zhen’s face then. The lady screamed and fell in the direction of the slap, totally unprepared for a most ungentlemanly gesture from her brother-in-law.

Two soldiers immediately took Lady Zhen’s arms and restrained her.

“Next time don’t EVER try something like that again,” Yuan Tan snarled. He gave out several orders, and then the two women were dragged to a large yard right in the middle of the camp. Several torches had been lit there. There were some flagpoles and standing spears.

Niu Qing, still reeling from Yuan Tan’s kick, had her wrists bound while she was forced to kneel. She was led to some kind of frame—a pair of posts linked by a crossbar. When she got between the posts, her bound wrists were tied to the crossbar above, while her legs were secured to each of the posts, so she was forced to stand with her legs spread and her hands hanging above her head.

Yuan Tan walked towards her, inspecting his bound prisoner. After that, he cussed and punched her in the stomach.

“Bitch!”

“Oough!” Niu Qing groaned as she threw up. Seeing the abuse, Lady Zhen let out a short scream.

“Don’t you ever think of doing that again to me. I’ll make sure you learn your lesson. Lu Kuang!”

“Yessir!” Lu Kuang showed up, carrying a slender stick he just broke off a nearby tree. He had guessed what his orders would be.

“Give her twenty.”

“With pleasure, sir!” and Lu Kuang struck her back twice with the stick. One. Two.

Surprisingly, Niu Qing took it without screaming. Instead, she glared defiantly towards Yuan Tan.

“Lu Kuang!” Yuan Tan bellowed. “Are you stupid? How would she feel that?”

“Well boss… then we’d have to…?” Lu Kuang, uncertain.

“Get her shirt off, you twit!”

Niu Qing struggled as she saw Lu Kuang coming back, but she could not do anything about it. Lu Kuang grabbed the backside of her shirt and tore it apart, and Niu Qing’s back came out into view. The rest of her shirt still clung to her body, suspended by her sleeves.

Lu Kuang resumed the punishment, slashing and striking Niu Qing’s bare back. The maidservant still took it all without emitting any sound. On the other hand, Lady Zhen gasped every time a blow landed on Niu Qing.

Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.

“Tough one, aren’t you? Let’s see if we try other places. Lu Kuang! Take off the whole shirt! And strike her front!”

This time, Niu Qing flinched a bit. Lu Kuang roughly grabbed the remaining front part of her shirt and tore it off.

“Ya surely lookin’ good ‘ere,” Lu Kuang grinned as he inspected Niu Qing’s exposed upper body. Her breasts were not big but they were certainly attractive. Her nipples pointed slightly upwards, standing proudly on her chest.

“Ahh.”

And with two strikes of the stick, Lu Kuang punished Niu Qing’s nipples. Niu Qing whimpered a little, surprised by the sudden pain.

She had received ten strokes. Ten more to go. Lu Kuang came up to her and whispered to her ear.

“Tell ya what, missy,” he said, “I could ask the boss to let ya go, if you can keep me company tonight.”

Niu Qing only answered him with an angry glare.

“Suit yerself,” Lu Kuang shrugged and continued Niu Qing’s caning. Five more strikes landed on her chest, but she had recovered her resolve and she did not utter a single moan or cry.

On the other hand, Lady Zhen could not bear to see her closest person being treated like that. She yelled and cried “Stop!” and “No more!” on each strike. But she could not do anything. She could not even find the strength to break free from the soldiers who restrained her. Yuan Tan saw her distress and said, “If you want me to stop it, just say that you will agree to my demands.”

“So how’s it gonna be?” Yuan Tan asked again, seeing hesitation on his sister-in-law’s face. He didn’t wait for her answer. “Continue, Lu Kuang!”

For the last five blows, Lu Kuang struck as hard as he could, until the stick broke at the final strike. Niu Qing only whimpered. Her upper body were covered in red weals from Lu Kuang’s strikes. Her face was also red with humiliation and anger.

“Niu Qing!” Niu Qing heard her lady screamed and sobbed. Lady Zhen was in tears after she saw her maidservant’s condition. She so wanted to run to Niu Qing and comfort her, but she’s being held tight by Yuan Tan’s uncompromising soldiers. Niu Qing looked at her, trying to smile as if she wanted to say “I am all right, milady.”

Yuan Tan walked to the bound Niu Qing and taunted her. “Know your place, woman,” he said, “And don’t defy me. I, Yuan Tan, shall do what I want, as I please.”

Niu Qing felt the urge to spit on Yuan Tan’s face but she tried hard to not actually do it, fearing that if she did so, Yuan Tan would use it as pretence to harm Lady Zhen.

Lady Zhen

“What now, boss?” Lu Kuang asked Yuan Tan.

“I don’t know, actually,” Yuan Tan answered, “I have no more use for this woman. Do what you want with her.”

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...UNFINISHED

-Pertama kali terbit di adultfanfiction, 30 Jul 2007

Jumat, 28 Mei 2010

Legend of Zhen Ji (3)

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Legend of Zhen Ji
A Dynasty Warriors fanfic

By: Ninja Gaijin

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PART 3: Not A Lady’s Duty


Road leading to Youzhou, morning


Should jerks be allowed in the army?

Cao Cao’s General Li Dian had been contemplating about that all the way as he marched with Yuan Tan, Lu Kuang and Lu Xiang, together with some 2.000 soldiers. The assignment had given Li Dian a lot of opportunities to observe the habits of Yuan Shao’s son and officers. No wonder they had been losing to Cao Cao’s army despite their superior numbers. If anything, they lack discipline. As a rather uptight military man, Li Dian always maintained his troops in a battle-ready state, physically and mentally. Apparently that wasn’t the case for the Yuans, whose army seemed to be nothing more than a riotous, rowdy lot. Of which part was under his command now.

Li Dian

As planned before, Han Dynasty Prime Minister Cao Cao had assigned Yuan Tan to attack his younger brother Yuan Xi at Youzhou. Lu Kuang and Lu Xiang, two brothers who had switched alliances from Yuan Shang to Yuan Tan to Cao Cao, were named as vanguard leaders, while Li Dian was assigned to guard the rear. Half of the soldiers were Yuan Tan’s men. When he surrendered to Cao Cao, Yuan Tan had fifteen thousand men. Most of these were incorporated into Cao Cao’s main army. The rest were men recruited by the Lu brothers, and Li Dian suspected that they had been conscripting mountain bandits, pirates, and former rebels. That would explain why the army had been pillaging and plundering villages along the way.

Youzhou’s garrison numbered 5.000, half of Yuan Xi’s troops; the other half were stationed in various northern outposts, keeping an eye on barbarian nomads beyond the border. Cao Cao promised Yuan Tan that he would send more troops later. In the meantime, Cao Cao assigned Li Dian as his military advisor, with 500 veterans. Although not exactly the best fighter among Cao Cao’s men, Li Dian was an all-round general whose calmness and trustworthiness had made him useful.

The advancing army had just left a village in ruins. Lu Kuang and Lu Xiang’s men were always the ones initiating the plunder, and apparently the bad influence spread to Yuan Tan’s soldiers. Li Dian’s 500 veterans never took part, however. None of the four officers made a fuss over their men’s misdeeds. The Lu brothers were crooks, after all, and Yuan Tan did have a despotic side to his character, which was the reason Yuan Shao did not prefer him to be his heir. As for Li Dian’s inaction, he was simply ordered by Cao Cao to tolerate everything the other three did. And Li Dian was a man who took orders seriously.

Yet it was the rampage that made Li Dian pondered about jerks in the army along the way. From a utilitarian point of view, it was counterproductive; it created contempt towards them. The military-minded general viewed plunder as neutral—if it helped to win battles, it’s reasonable. Then it dawned on him that the Prime Minister’s think-tank had accurately read the personalities of Yuan Tan and the Lu brothers, and they intended for the rampage to happen—to ensure that villagers in Yuan territories no longer support their former masters. Li Dian never doubted the collective geniuses of the Prime Minister and his team of strategists. And again he felt his decision to trust Cao Cao had been justified.

The Yuans are heading for defeat, whereas Cao Cao would certainly prevail, he thought.

Youzhou was only several miles away.

*****

The following morning, the lookout guards of Youzhou reported that a camp had been set up on a hill some distance south of the fortified city, and flags of Yuan Tan had been recognized.


Li Dian had been inspecting the terrain since before dawn. To get from his vantage point atop the hill straight to Youzhou’s southern gate would entail a rather steep descent down the hillside followed by an easy march across a flat field. The hill itself had gentler slopes on its other sides, which were favourable for downhill charges, and his own lofty position offered a good position for archers.

He returned to meet his allies and explain the strategy he’d formulated.

The city’s garrison was more numerous (five thousand against their two thousand), and considering the lack of strategists among the defenders (Youzhou leaders only consisted of Yuan Xi, Gao Gan, and Lady Zhen), it was reasonable that the defenders would not try anything too complicated; instead they might march out en masse to try to wipe out the attackers. If the attackers could be lured to the steep hillside, they could be encircled with a pincer move: two units moving downhill to their rear, while the archer unit could inflict casualty from above.

No strategy experts themselves, Yuan Tan and the Lu brothers just nodded in agreement.

Yuan Tan would lead archer units on the top of the steep hillside, while the Lu brothers took the left and right hillsides. Li Dian, with his 500 veterans, would be the vanguard.

*****

Sometime in midday, Li Dian rode to Youzhou’s gate and shot an arrow over the city wall. The arrow carried Yuan Tan’s letter.

The defenders picked it up and presented it to Yuan Xi. It was straightforward and rude—

“My brother Yuan Xi,

I demand that you surrender Youzhou and your territories to me and join my forces to destroy the usurper Yuan Shang and his collaborators. Should you resist, let it be known that I have the support of Prime Minister Cao Cao’s army and my might overwhelms yours.

Oh, by the way, give my regards to my lovely sister-in-law Lady Zhen.

Yuan Tan”

Several days before, Yuan Xi and his officers (only Gao Gan and Lady Zhen, actually) had discussed how to anticipate the situation. Gao Gan mentioned that they have a reserve of 5.000 border troops under his own command which he can summon if necessary. Yuan Xi said that their response should be adapted to what they would face. If the attackers were too numerous, say, a hundred thousand men, they would abandon the city, disperse their troops, and flee to third brother Yuan Shang’s place for protection. But if the enemy’s size was still manageable, they would hold their position.

After receiving information that the advance party numbered 2.000, the three decided that they would stay and confront them. However, Yuan Xi had been worried that the main bulk of Cao Cao’s army would arrive later, so he told Gao Gan to get ready to ride out to the North and summon his reserves for backup.

And now, after receiving Yuan Tan’s letter, Yuan Xi became sure there will be more troops following, so he told Gao Gan to go north and gather the border troops for backup.

Leaving only Yuan Xi and Lady Zhen in defence.

After Gao Gan left, the couple discussed what to do next. Lady Zhen couldn’t help but notice fear on Yuan Xi’s expression. He was a weakling, after all. Only got his high position because of his father’s status. He’s no better in warfare than Lady Zhen. Yuan Xi was also an uninspiring character, one that could not motivate soldiers to fight for him. All of which made Lady Zhen sometimes question the merits of aristocracy.

On the other hand, it has been proven in the battlefield that Lady Zhen was a charismatic leader. Maybe it was because of her looks that soldiers seem to be prepared to fight with all their might to protect ‘The Lady’. Or the fact that she (and Niu Qing) regularly practiced their martial-arts skills with the soldiers, which had made her popular and respected among them. Yuan Xi never did that—to spare himself from the embarrassment of being beaten by lowly soldiers in sparring matches.

Which all came down to the conclusion…

“Fine, I’ll lead the troops and engage the vanguard,” Lady Zhen said. “You wait here and take care of the city defence until Gao Gan comes back with backup,” and the last part she hissed scornfully, “my husband.”

Yuan Xi just agreed.

*****

Sometime after noon, Lady Zhen found herself leading 3.000 men to march out of Youzhou to meet a small enemy contingent advancing towards the southern gate. Accompanying her was her sister-in-law/ maidservant/ bodyguard Niu Qing, and two captains. All four rode horses, whilst the majority of their troops were on foot. Whereas their enemy, Li Dian and his 500 veterans, were all cavalry soldiers.

Lady Zhen

As their horses galloped towards the defenders, Li Dian got a better glimpse of their commander. She was clad in something like a court dress, beautiful as ever, looking as if she weren’t going to battle but a court assembly. It was her again.

“We meet again, Lady Zhen.” Li Dian whispered. He had fought against her one-on-one a year ago in the Battle of Guandu, whilst acting as a bodyguard for Cao Cao’s son Cao Pi. They were evenly matched that time.

Li Dian did realize that his opponent Lady Zhen as a beautiful woman, but it did not matter for him. He only saw an enemy to be defeated.

Besides Lady Zhen, rode another woman, wearing a helmet and light armour, carrying a very long glaive. Li Dian knew that she was Lady Zhen’s bodyguard, and in battle she would charge ahead and dispatch any enemy soldier threatening her mistress. That glaive of hers was a cumbersome weapon, because of its length, but it seemed that the female bodyguard was able to wield it without much problems. She and her lady would sometimes act in combination, too—Li Dian had seen Lady Zhen’s unusual technique of blowing her inner energy into flute notes, which can stun or shock people; the stunned would then be finished off by the bodyguard.

He’d face them again… soon. He pointed his lance forward towards the enemy as he rode.

*****

Niu Qing held her long glaive in anticipation. She glanced sideways to see her lady with a serious expression, her Dark Moon Flute in hand. Lady Zhen’s outfit looked like a typical court dress, but in fact it was an inside-out armoured suit: light jade tiles had been sewn inside the dress to protect her lady’s body from stray arrows and slashes. It would not protect her from heavier blows; that responsibility was Niu Qing’s.

Niu Qing

It was that desire to protect her little sister-in-law that had made Niu Qing start learning martial arts. She had been fortunate to be trained personally by Yuan Shao’s two best generals, Yan Liang and Wen Chou. Sadly her teachers were killed in battle two years ago, both defeated by the mighty Guan Yu. But at least she learned enough skills from the late generals Yan and Wen to help her and her lady survive in the battlefield.

Her chosen weapon, the long glaive, was really a hard thing to master; she remembered countless hours practicing to spin it, twirl it around her body, thrust it quickly to different sides, or using it to block attacks without dropping it or accidentally throwing it away or hitting herself too much. She wanted a long weapon so that she could clear crowds better, and by doing that, keeping her lady (with her short weapon) away from harm. Besides the glaive, she also kept a sword at her side, as a backup weapon.

She knew that fighting was not a lady’s duty. Yet she also knew Lady Zhen had a very strong filial sense; this was the thing that had made Lady Zhen agreed to help her father-in-law Yuan Shao in the battle of Guandu when Yuan Xi asked her back then. Lady Zhen did have some martial arts skills, although not comparable to the might of Yan Liang, Wen Chou, Zhang He or even third brother Yuan Shang. But she compensated with a great charismatic attitude that makes soldiers seem eager to fight alongside her, for her sake. Perhaps the fact that this noblewoman had the courage to appear in battle sparks the soldiers’ spirits. Perhaps she appealed to their instinct to protect women. Or maybe her presence became a challenge to their ego: look, there’s this lady fighting alongside you, the last thing you want to do is act cowardly in front of her! For those reasons, Lady Zhen proved to be an effective military leader. But a battlefield is a deadly place. Niu Qing wanted nothing better than her lady’s safety, and to ensure that she decided to become her bodyguard.

The attackers’ vanguard came face to face with the defenders. Lady Zhen was the first one to speak.

“You should know that we outnumber you and the city is well-stocked. Please turn back. You have no chance of winning,” she said politely.

“Milady, has the city run out of capable men so you are forced to take up arms? Then it should be us who could boast superiority!” Li Dian answered, and then gave the signal for his 500 cavalry soldiers to charge.

Seeing that the attackers did not intend to negotiate, Lady Zhen told her captains to get ready. Niu Qing moved to the front, right on Li Dian’s path towards her lady.

As the frontline of the attackers crashed onto the defenders, the battle began. The attackers, having the advantage of experience and horse, inflicted the first casualties: almost a dozen defenders got impaled or ran over by the charging veterans. The veterans stopped and formed a line along the front edge of the defending crowd; they didn’t want to be surrounded by infantry. Using their long spears and pikes, they fought the defenders from a distance, trying to keep their enemies away. Sword-wielding defenders couldn’t even get close enough to land a strike. In a few minutes the veterans managed to kill and wound a lot of the frontline defenders, while there were still no casualties on their side.

Li Dian tried to charge Lady Zhen but he was stopped by Niu Qing. As the two started to duel, a few of Li Dian’s men began to move towards her. Lady Zhen picked her flute and concentrated her qi in her throat.

As Li Dian’s soldiers approaches Lady Zhen, she put her lips to the flute’s mouthpiece and blew.

And the note carried a qi shockwave that literally knocked some of the men off their horses, stunned the others, and even shocked the nearby Li Dian.

Seeing a chance, Niu Qing immediately left Li Dian and rode through the dazed men, slashing right and left. The stunned soldiers were all slain. Niu Qing returned to her lady’s side.

Li Dian got back to his senses and saw the dead bodies of his soldiers.

“I couldn’t let you do that again,” Li Dian said, and again he charged towards Lady Zhen. Niu Qing got in his way, trying to block Li Dian’s advance with a vertical slash of her long glaive. Li Dian was ready for that one. Blocking hard, he managed to throw Niu Qing off-balance. As the maidservant tried to control the momentum of her cumbersome weapon, Li Dian slipped through and thrust his lance towards Lady Zhen. The target was Lady Zhen’s flute.

A thrust from that distance would have broken the weapon. But to Li Dian’s surprise, Lady Zhen gracefully swerved and avoided the thrust, while at the same time attacking Li Dian’s face with a thrust …of the flute! Li Dian leaned back to dodge the thrust. This was a good move, since his position made him aware that Niu Qing tried another vertical slash. He quickly pulled his lance and blocked, the glaive’s blade met the lance’s handle.

Li Dian twirled his lance to force both Lady Zhen and Niu Qing away, trying to get some room. His lance wasn’t as long as Niu Qing’s glaive so it was rather effective in short-range combat; he tried to get as close as possible to Niu Qing before her glaive got him first. After ducking to avoid a great swing aimed at his neck, Li Dian managed to sneak in and got a thrust, aimed at Niu Qing’s throat—

And at that moment a shockwave from Lady Zhen’s flute crashed into his head. Li Dian was knocked forward, almost falling from his steed. He felt as if his head was just being hit with a hammer. Luckily the shockwave wasn’t as strong as the first one, because Lady Zhen had not concentrated more qi, so Li Dian was not stunned. He managed to block Niu Qing’s finisher that came afterwards, and decided to have a go at Lady Zhen again. The aforementioned woman had been preparing for another flute shockwave. After deflecting another Niu Qing strike, Li Dian lunged towards Lady Zhen again, forcing her to break her preparation and—struck back at Li Dian with an unexpected move! Li Dian felt a sharp pain on his cheek and realized that he received a cut there. Glancing at Lady Zhen, he realized what caused it. Lady Zhen now held two weapons. One was her flute, whose mouthpiece had been detached. The other was said mouthpiece, which turned out to be attached to a very slender blade that had been sheathed in the flute! She slashed his face with that blade when he rode past, barely missing his eye.

“Dangerous woman,” Li Dian hissed. He decided he’s had enough. Defeating Lady Zhen here was not his objective, anyway. He broke away from Lady Zhen and Niu Qing, and signalled for his soldiers to retreat.

The veterans were having an easy time picking off defending soldiers with their long weapon from their secure mounted position; some of them had been killed or injured, but they did more damage to the defence. After seeing their commander’s signal they immediately turn back and retreated southwards, towards the cliff under the enemy camp on the hill.

The defending soldiers, who had been intimidated by the veterans, perceived this retreat as a sign that the enemy was afraid. Their courage immediately rose and they started to chase the fleeing soldiers. Lady Zhen and Niu Qing also moved forward.

“Get them onto that hillside!” Lady Zhen commanded, “We’ll crush them there!”

Her soldiers cheered and picked up pace, and the defenders turned offensive. The enemy was on horses so they can flee faster, but it didn’t stop some of the front runners to try to bring them down by throwing spears and lances. Some of the thrown weapons found their way to the backs of some fleeing soldiers, killing them instantly or, more often, knocking them off their horse.

Li Dian rode on, trying to get the defenders as far as possible from the city gates. He ignored the damage suffered by those behind him. In every military campaign there will be deaths and damage. He knew that; and he made sure his men knew that. He explained that point over and over again in training, that soldiers are ultimately tools of their state or lord.

The defending soldiers were getting more eager to crush their opponent, especially after they saw that the enemy was retreating to the steep hillside. It seemed obvious that they had cornered the enemy. Lady Zhen commanded them to destroy the enemy party; victory seemed certain.

Li Dian and the veterans, minus some fifty that had fallen during their initial attack and feigned retreat, arrive at the hillside and immediately turned back to face the defenders. Soon after the defending soldiers caught up to them and pounced at the trapped enemy. The veterans fought harder from before, with their backs against the steep wall; for them it was a battle for survival.

Still keeping his concentration amidst the carnage, Li Dian defended himself from attacks and scanned the enemy’s formation. He waited until the whole body of the defending troop converged on the hillside. As soon as it happened, he whistled hard, and two of his men raised and waved blue banners.

From the woods on the hills above, three army units emerged. Two were mixed cavalry-infantry units which rushed downhill from the left and right slopes, encircling the defenders’ rear. Lu Kuang headed the left wing while his brother Lu Xiang led the right. The last one stayed on top of the mountain; it was Yuan Tan’s archer unit, which began to fire at the surrounded defenders.

“No!” Lady Zhen screamed, realizing that her troops fell into a trap. She immediately ordered her soldiers to fall back, but their escape route had been sealed off by the Lu brothers. With some effort, they could have broken through, but they found it hard to focus on driving away the Lu brothers when their backs were threatened by the archer unit above. In a matter of minutes, Lady Zhen’s troops fell into disarray, as their enemies continued to slaughter them at will. Li Dian and his veterans, previously in a very dangerous position between the enemy and a wall, was given relief by the defenders’ confusion and hacked their way out to safety whilst trying to avoid ‘friendly fire’ from Yuan Tan’s men.

Lu Kuang and Lu Xiang spotted the enemy leader in the midst of her troops. Lady Zhen and Niu Qing had been busy avoiding or knocking arrows. They were still surrounded by friendly soldiers. The Lu brothers did not want to miss the chance to capture the enemy commander; the fact that the enemy commander is a beautiful woman only made them more eager. They started to make their way onto Lady Zhen, mowing down defenders that got in their way. Their own soldiers followed.

Yuan Tan saw the Lu brothers’ movement and thought they could use some help. He told his archers to shoot the men around Lady Zhen and Niu Qing. The rain of arrows got more intense there, and Niu Qing was kept busy swinging her long glaive above her head to protect her lady as the defending soldiers around her went down with arrows sticking out of their heads, faces, or backs.

Lu Kuang, Lu Xiang, and their men made short work of the remaining ones. Although the defenders still have many men, their formation had been broken and Lady Zhen was about to be surrounded by enemy soldiers.

“This is bad, milady,” Niu Qing prepared herself for a clash with the Lu brothers. After reassembling her flute, Lady Zhen put her lips to the mouthpiece again, ready to deliver shockwave notes to the enemy’s ears.

Just then, something large and sharp moved quickly towards Lady Zhen’s face. Thinking it was a stray arrow, Lady Zhen swung her flute, trying to slap it away…

It was not a stray arrow. Lady Zhen’s flute immediately cracked as it met the approaching object, Li Dian’s lance.

Li Dian, who had been on the sidelines, had noticed that Lady Zhen was preparing a flute shockwave. Having seen what it could do, he tried to prevent it—by hurling his lance towards Lady Zhen so she would use the flute to parry it. That move was quite a gamble, but it turned out that Li Dian made a correct guess about the flute’s strength. It could not hold against the lance’s weight, and Lady Zhen was rendered weaponless. The lance was deflected, but its objective had been achieved: a shocked Lady Zhen holding the remains of her flute.

Meanwhile, Lu Kuang and Lu Xiang had engaged Niu Qing. The brothers wielded regular spears, which were still shorter than Niu Qing’s lengthy glaive. She used the advantage to keep the brothers away, but she was fighting two men, and every time she managed to drive back one, the other brother would get close.

“Just give it up, missy!” Lu Kuang snarled as he thrust his spear.

“In your dreams!” Niu Qing yelled back, avoiding Lu Kuang’s thrust and giving a vicious slash in return, which she quickly converted into a block to protect herself from Lu Xiang’s attack. The brothers then attacked her in synchrony, which she found easier to block since they were coming from the same direction. It was then she noticed that Lady Zhen lost her weapon.

“Oh no, milady!” Niu Qing whispered. She retreated towards Lady Zhen, but the brothers were determined to take her down and they followed her. Niu Qing managed to throw her backup sword to Lady Zhen. Lady Zhen caught it and immediately unsheathed it, just in time to meet the charging Li Dian, who had also picked up a sword from his subordinate.

The contest becomes a two-versus-three battle: Niu Qing and Lady Zhen against Li Dian and the Lu brothers. The two ladies were surrounded by the men, and they were clearly disadvantaged by the loss of Lady Zhen’s special weapon.

The brothers attacked rather haphazardly and impatiently, yet predictably. Apparently these two intended to capture Niu and Lady Zhen alive, so they seemed reluctant to inflict wounds, and concentrating to overpower the ladies instead. Li Dian on the other hand was tactical; usually he would let the brothers attack first and then he would charge in when Niu Qing or Lady Zhen had just blocked the first attack. Usually Niu Qing would then be forced to stretch and deflect Li Dian’s attack.

Elsewhere, the defenders were getting fewer and fewer. A lot had fallen victim to the arrows from above, or cut down by Lu Kuang or Lu Xiang’s men while trying to get through. Quite a few surrendered; some were lucky enough to escape, but they did not return to Youzhou but deserted instead. Almost all had been demoralized enough and they weren’t so keen on fighting anymore.

The Lu brothers did not care that much about what happened to the enemy soldiers, as they have their quarry where they wanted them to be. Their own soldiers, after overpowering the defence, began to gang up on the two female fighters. Niu Qing and Lady Zhen fought valiantly to resist the wave of attackers, forcing themselves to kill in order to survive. Niu Qing cut down three men that rushed towards her while Lady Zhen watched her back and fended off Lu Xiang’s attack. A deflected Lu Kuang attack ripped the bow tying Niu Qing’s hair and it came undone. Niu Qing ignored this and continued to attack fiercely, trying to hack a path for her and her lady to escape. But the attackers keep on coming and most of their own soldiers had been killed, captured, surrendered, or fled. They have no more backup.

The challenge had taken its toll as both Niu Qing and Lady Zhen showed signs of fatigue. They had been slashing right and left, ducking and dodging, for at least an hour. Li Dian noticed that the ladies were getting tired, and he decided to take advantage on the situation. After gathering his veterans, he and his men rushed in between Lady Zhen and Niu Qing, leaving Niu Qing for the Lu brothers and mobbed Lady Zhen. Lady Zhen tried to cut loose, but her options were limited: Li Dian and his soldiers on her front, right and left sides, and the cliff at her back. The veterans came armed with spears and pikes, and individually they were more experienced than the other soldiers, so it took more effort from Lady Zhen to defend herself. Besides, she also lost the protection of Niu Qing, who was busy fighting against the Lu brothers and their men.

Tired and overwhelmed, Lady Zhen still managed to cut down eight of Li Dian’s veterans before a swinging spear handle knocked her down. She tried to get back on her feet, but at the same time almost a dozen veterans held her down with their spears.

“Lady Zhen had been captured!” roared Li Dian.

“Milady!” Niu Qing screamed, and fought harder than ever as she tried to reach Lady Zhen, cutting down anyone in her path. In her panic she ignored her exhausted state and other things—among them an incoming arrow shot by Yuan Tan from above. It struck her right shoulder with such force and suddenness that she instantly dropped her glaive. Before she can regain her composure, she had been tackled and held to the ground by Lu Kuang and Lu Xiang.

*****

After their two leaders had been defeated and taken prisoner, the attackers dealt with demoralized defence troops. A lot of the defenders saw no hope and surrendered; some fought until they are killed, and a few managed to get back to the city, where they would inform Yuan Xi about the defeat and capture of his wife.

As night falls, the attackers marched the prisoners to their camp on the hilltop. Both Lady Zhen and Niu Qing were bound.

Li Dian couldn’t help but notice the wolfish look on the Lu brothers’ faces as they pushed and prodded the two ladies. Having seen the brothers’ exploits on their way to Youzhou, he already knew what they had in mind.

TO BE CONTINUED!

Author’s notes:

Niu Qing’s weapon is actually a naginata. Similar to Guan Yu’s Blue Dragon Sabre or Zhang Liao’s DW sabre but with a lighter, more slender blade. I don’t know the Chinese term for it. Pudao, maybe?

It is VERY HARD to write fighting scenes using a goddamn flute, so I broke it. >

-Pertama kali terbit di adultfanfiction, 5 Mei 2007