When Yao Ji awoke, a large hood covered her head, her n4ked body enveloped in a heavy sable cloak. Her still tingling br3asts pressed against the man's hard, hot, bare chest. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and, shamefully, his semi-erect c0ck filled her s3x, trapping the remnants of his seed within her.
Night had fallen. The attendants, who had been anxiously awaiting their lord's return, finally heard the faint howl of wolves.
“My Lord!” Muhe, the captain of the guard, hurried forward. “You're finally back.”
Yao Ji buried her face in Zong Jun's chest. Hearing the other men's voices, her core clenched. A hand beneath the cloak gave her bottom a reassuring pat. She bit her lip as she felt the hardness growing within her.
What was she to do? Panic seized her. As she and Zong Jun returned, the attendants swarmed around them. She was surrounded by his strapping guards, the handsome young men so admired within the You Jin Tribe. They would never suspect that their valiant lord was currently n4ked from the waist down, and that the demure Han maiden in his arms was completely bare, the remnants of his lovemaking still evident on her bvttocks as his c0ck pulsed within her.
Shame and anxiety flooded Yao Ji. Her face, hidden against his chest, burned crimson. Tears welled in her almond-shaped eyes as she looked up at Zong Jun.
Zong Jun, finally realizing he'd pushed her too far, and feeling a pang of sympathy for her swollen s3x, subtly withdrew, pulling his c0ck free before anyone noticed. At least he wouldn't continue to toy with her in front of so many people.
Back at the You Jin Tribe, Yao Ji put her foot down. For over a week, she refused to let Zong Jun into her bed.
Zong Jun pleaded with her, promising never to be so rough again. Growing desperate, he even threatened to spend the night in Hu Lan's tent. But Yao Ji remained unmoved. “Didn’t you promise,” she reminded him calmly, “that if you ever mistreated me again, I wouldn’t let you touch me?”
Zong Jun had dismissed it as a joke at the time. Now, he was hoist by his own petard. Just as he thought he'd finally appeased her and could finally have her in his bed that night, news arrived that the Great Khatun had fainted.
Zong Jun’s face, usually composed, paled with alarm. He abandoned the room mid-discussion and rushed to Yao Ji's side. But upon arriving, he was met with beaming faces. Confused, he approached Yao Ji, taking her hand. “Yaoyao…”
She giggled. “Silly.” She’d never seen him so flustered, and neither, she suspected, had anyone else in the You Jin Tribe. The thought warmed her heart. Squeezing his hand, she murmured, “I’m pregnant.”