Bride of the Moso Prince

by Lucy Yam

  Yet she was so limb that all she could do was to whisper, “You, what are you doing?”

  “Melting snow.” He breathed these words into her ear and instantly heated her.

  Well, it wouldn’t take him long to accomplish that goal, would it? She thought resentfully, desperately and futilely gathering strength from her spellbound body.

  She was still sitting stiffly on the ground when he pulled her into his arm and pressed his lips firmly on hers. She protested with a whimper but his lips were determined. His big hand caressed her arms and reached her back from the opening of her sleeve. Her flesh was excited under his touch and her lips parted.

  Before long she was lying on the ground, in his arm, under the start lit sky.

  His lips were still on hers and his tongue was exploring her mouth. His hand reached her breast through the front slit of her dress. Her nipples harden at the moment of the contact and so did he. Pushing his thigh against hers, he let her feel his desperation. And then pushing her skirt up, his hand sought the dark forest in her that he had dreamed of all night. He felt the soft tuft but her thighs clamped tightly to deny him access.

  “Let me in?” He whispered to her.

  Sharon shook her head with uncertainty. She was close to it, very close. She had been dreaming about it for the last two nights. She had imagined it in the hot spring, in the Empress’ bed, even in the armchair. But now, the moment had arrived and she wasn’t sure about herself. If she let him advance further, she would be in a total surrender. And what if he stopped in the middle again?

  He seemed to have read her doubts.

  “Let me be your prince,” he said urgently, “I promise it’ll be good.”

  His sexy, low voice shook her. Her thighs relaxed.

  “Prove it.” She said breathlessly while struggling not to lose her guard.

  And with a low moan, he slipped down and ran his hot tongue slowly on her inner thighs.

  She trembled and gasped for air, amazed by the magical power of his tongue, and wondered why on earth her entire body was under its spell. As if it was chanting open sesame, her thighs parted and she waited fervently for his entry.

  Nobul’s heart throbbed as he saw the honeydew oozing from the entrance of the Shangari-la in her, exuding an irresistible sweet scent that aroused a swarm of bees in him. He was so hard that he would explode in a minute. But he restrained himself. He wouldn’t gobble up his meal this time. He would savor it, slowly. He wouldn’t let her gobble him up either, no, for she wasn’t one of the fleeting pleasure, she was precious. Whether it was a one time affair or not, he wanted to pleasure her, he wanted to melt her completely, he wanted to burn the moment into her memory.

  His tongue sauntered along the border of her womanly territory, the region that she had guarded with such vigilance a moment ago, as if making geographical survey. She was clutching his back tightly and letting him know how much she wanted him, but he got hold of himself. He tasted the jewel of her feminine essence and made her shout, then he licked the pedals of that sacred flower and made her moan. She tugged at his arm desperately, guided it to her breast that needed his caresses. Then, as he was at the limit of his endurance, he heard her rasping plead, “Please, Nobul, either now or never.”

  It was the sweetest command he had ever gotten in his life and he followed it eagerly, without a moment’s hesitation. The penetration was nearly effortless but it was a moment of lightening for both of them. It was the joining of bodies and souls. Sharon felt that man above her and in her was the god of fire. He had ignited the passion in her, and with each rocking the fire of desire in her became more intense. Oh, this is the real paradise. She thought as she closed her eyes to savor the overpowering sensation. She clutched his shoulders tightly, pulling him to her, and feeling his weight against her breasts. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, feeling him all the way in her.

  He moaned in reaction to that gesture, “You’re the hottest snow on earth.”

  “And you are the sexiest prince of all kingdoms.”

  He would burn her, and she was letting him to take her to that moment of ecstasy.

  “Oh, Prince, my Prince,” she murmured as the rhythm of his thrusts altered, as the fiction between them intensified, as she sensed the restless specks of fire in the process of making.

  Yes, princess, love, he thought, too submerged in the joy to utter any word… And then, with the sudden rush of heat, the volcano in him erupted.

  Before she opened her eyes the next morning Sharon was aware of another person’s breathing and a muscular arm twining her waist. Memories of last night emerged in her mind and she couldn’t help but smiled. It was heavenly. Making love under the starlit sky. She hadn’t felt so happy for a long time. They had talked afterwards and she must have fallen asleep over there and again he had carried her into the bedroom. Carefully she turned to look at the beautiful man lying beside her. Sleeping on one side, he looked content. And the contour of his body under the silk sheet reminded her that he slept naked. Instantly she felt the heat of that body burning on her thighs. She kissed his lips and caressed his chest, watching his expression. His breathing became lighter but he wouldn’t open his eyes.

  She rubbed her knee gently between his thighs until the junction hardened. Then she heard him groaned. “Um, what a delicious dream.” Without even opening his eyes he found her lips and gently grazed on them.

  It was still early so they lingered in bed. Nobul held her in his arms, stroke her hair and back.

  “How is your leg, still hurting?” he touched her lightly on her wound.

  “No,” she said, “I don’t feel any pain.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yes. I’m sure I’m well enough to walk. Want me to prove it?” She was going to get up but he held her back.

  “No, I don’t want you to walk away. I would rather you lying here with me for the rest of your life.”

  “Even if I were a cripple?”

  “Even if you were crippled, blind, deaf… as long as you lay next to me like this.”

  Sharon felt that she was soaked in nectar. She let the big tender man hold her and wouldn’t mind stay in that comfortable cradle all day and all her life. The thought of the near future crept into her mind now and then and stole away doses of sweetness. She tired to prevent the thought but couldn’t. Future was reality, today and yesterday was a dream. In a few days she would be leaving the island and leaving the lake. And then she would be back in LA, all alone in her large, empty house. Greedily she touched the smooth, bronze arm, and trailed her tongue along the center of his chest, desperately wanting to remember how it felt and how it tasted, so that when she closed her eyes alone, she would be feeling exactly like this, with him next to her.

  “You need some breakfast, don’t you?” His morning voice was rasping than ever and she was aware of her hunger even more.

  “Yes,” she said breathily, “a big meal with juicy sausages.”

  He groaned as he turned on top of her, taking care not to touch her leg.

  Rubbing the bulge against her crotch, he whispered into her ear, “Is this your choice of meat?”

  Before she made her decision, he had pushed up her lingerie and entered her. Sharon caught her breath. His quickness took her by surprise. “Nobul! Too fast! I need some appetizers first.”

  “I’ll make it an appetizer.” He gave her a naughty smile and it took her a moment to understand what he meant.

  He didn’t go on to make sizzling fire in her like he did last night. He simply stayed inside her, making tantalizing little movements to tease her appetite.

  “Um,” she purred, “I like it.”

  “I liked it too, sweet-snow. You’re silky inside out,” he kissed her cheek and her hair and wriggled just a little to make her moan.

  They both delayed the busting of the heat inside them as long as they could, until they could no longer stand it.

  The lake in the morning mist was beautiful. Clusters of white clouds f
loated around the basalt crest of the lioness mountain. Sharon stood at the window gazing at it in her silk robe. How nice it would be to wake up every morning in front of such a breath-taking view!

  “Want to go outside to the balcony?” He asked and opened the door.

  “Sure.”

  The balcony was huge and so was the couch in it.

  Sharon settled in comfortably. Nobul had left for the kitchen to make them tea.

  When he returned, he was holding a tray of breakfast. He had made omelet with green onions, mushrooms and bacons.

  “That was quick!” Sharon couldn’t wait to pick up the chopsticks in the smell and the sight of the omelet.

  It was simply delicious and it made her abandon all table manners. She gobbled up her portion within minutes. When Nobul offered her half of his, she didn’t refuse.

  After they finished the omelet, they drank tea while enjoying the scenery.

  “I always love the water and always wanted to live in a house on water front. But my dad wouldn’t buy any property near the ocean, saying that the moisture in the air would damage the houses. But I knew he just wanted to stay within the Chinese community.”

  “There was no Chinese community by the ocean?”

  “Not in LA, not really.”

  “Anyway, now your dream’s come true,” he inhaled the aroma of her hair and kissed her earlobes gently. Then positioning himself behind her, he cradled her in his arms.

  “The first time I’ve ever seen the water was when I was eight years old…” Sharon said dreamily, “When my mom and I just got to LA. My dad took us to Catalina Island. I was thrilled.” She paused, remembering that it was the only time in her life that the three of them went on a vacation. Later when Charlene was born, they would go infrequently to the beaches too, but the feeling was never the same...

  Her thought was interrupted as Nobul had slipped his hand into the opening of the robe and was feeling her breast.

  Sharon shuddered and was lost in words.

  “Go on, I’m listening…” He said in husky voice.

  “I can’t…you should stop doing what you’re so I could think.”

  But when he stopped she was disappointed.

  “I was a mountain girl…I loved the mountains…even though life was tough back then…it was always green around the house…but ocean seemed to be so much better…the view was broad and you couldn’t see the end of it…oh,” There his hand was on her thighs.

  “That day we had dinner at a steak house and when my dad asked me how I liked the United States, I said I loved it, thinking that it would be ocean and cruise all the time…Um…But it didn’t take me long to find out the truth…I was angry, tell you the truth… I hated my dad for all those years…”

  Nobul kissed her earlobe and whispered to her, “You could stay here for as long as you want, sweetheart, if that could make you forgive your dad.”

  “Um, I wish I could.” She looked at him with desire-filled eyes.

  That look set Nobul’s heart to a wild dance. Instantly he lifted her legs and put them on the couch. Then he got off the couch and knelt on the ground.

  “What are you going to do?” Her lips went dry in anticipating.

  “To have some after-breakfast dessert.” He said, and buried his face in her thighs.

  She trembled as his moist warm lips savored her flesh. “Oh, Nobul. You can’t. We’d better go back inside…”

  He mumbled, “Why? What difference would it make? We’re alone on this island.”

  “But the lake. There are boats going by. I can see them.”

  “That’s ok,” he said, “they can’t see us. Those pine trees are shielding us.”

  “What if someone comes?”

  “No one will be here this early.”

  She struggled with her sense of decency, and then gave up. He was simply too irresistible.

  She was lying in the couch, the front of her silk robe felt open, held together only in the middle by the thin waist band. Sunshine filtered through the pine needles fell on her snowy skin. Her breasts were a pair of white peaches shimmering gold. “You look delicious!” Nobul exclaimed softly.

  His husky voice drowned her again. Circling his neck, she let him caress her, taste her, and eventually, enter her again.

  They stayed together for the rest of the day. Whenever Nobul went down he carried her with him, even though Sharon could walk without his help. Sharon watched Nobul when he worked on carvings and helped him putting shelves on the walls.

  Chapter 11

  Days passed quickly on the beautiful island that was more or less the world of the two lovers. Sharon spent most of her days working with Nobul on the museum, although sometimes they would go to Shangarila. Charlene had resumed her busy schedule as soon as she had recovered from the vertigo, visiting nearby villages everyday, often accompanied by Urcher.

  Sharon had stayed in the island for a week when the main exhibition room was ready for display. But before they started, Nobul suggested that they should go visit a museum in the neighboring city Lijiang, a World Cultural Heritage sightseeing city populated by the Nakhis, a closely related ethnicity of the Moso. Sharon was excited about it. She had heard about the place from Charlene, who had been there many times and had loved it. But she was somehow worried about the bus trip. Charlene said it would take a day’s bus just to get there, and the mountain roads were so tortuous that she almost got car sick. Besides, Sharon had at most a week left, and she wanted to make sure that she could set up the main exhibition room before she left.

  When she was hesitating, Nobul assured her, “It takes only a few minutes to fly there.”

  “Fly?” Sharon remembered the helicopter and grimaced. She hated flying on small planes and couldn’t imagine the ordeal of being in a helicopter.

  Nobul saw her hesitation. “Don’t worry,” he patted her, “my mother had never seen an airplane before we put her into the helicopter. And guess what, she thought it was fun!”

  “That’s because she spent all her life in the high mountains…”

  “Come on, don’t be a mouse.”

  “I’m not a mouse!”

  Nobul called up his assistant in Chengdu and a helicopter arrived the next day.

  Sharon’s legs trembled when she got to the entrance of the aircraft, but she clenched her fists and went in. The pilot, a middle aged Chinese smiled to her friendly, and assured her and told her that he had been flying in the area for two decades. Nobul held her hand and squeezed softly, “You will love it, I promise.”

  Sharon sat stiffly and shut her eyes tightly as the helicopter took off. And when she opened her eyes she caught her breath. It was gorgeous outside. The green fields and blue lakes below them made up the finest piece of patch work of nature. The mountains scattered with cotton balls of clouds looked almost unreal.

  After about fifteen minutes of flying above seemingly uninhabited mountains, they were above hills that had been made into terraces of rice paddies. These were evidence of how people had adapted to the life of mountains, how men made nature work for them, and in so doing, added beauty to it.

  The outskirt of Lijiang city was composed of green forests and mountains. The one that stood out was a snowy top, called Jade Dragon mountain. The helicopter passed Jade Dragon so that Sharon could get a glimpse of the snowy mountain peak and the orange dots crawling below. Nobul told her that those were tourists in rented down coats. After mountains they encountered vast plains of land before getting to the sky above the ancient city Lijiang. Black tile roofs laid neatly next to each other below them. Occasionally shiny speckles were among them, indicating a river or a stream.

  They landed Jade Dragon around noon. After the pilot flew back to Chengdu Sharon and Nobul took a taxi to the ancient town. A magnificent gate made of wood and brick and upturned roof marked the entrance of the town. Inside, the ground was paved by stone bricks. As soon as they entered the town Sharon heard the murmur of the running water. Right by the entrance
was a wooden waterwheel, the symbol of the town, turning above a canal. The town was famous for the waterways that channeled through every street to provide water for the residents. The source of the water was the snow of the pristine Jade Dragon Mountain and was highly drinkable. As they were walking along the waterway that was lined with fresh green branches of the weeping willows and the red lanterns, Sharon looked down and saw that the water was indeed very clear. The part of the town that was encircled by the waterway was packed by souvenir shops and art galleries, while restaurants took over the other side of the water way. Thus in front of every restaurant there was a bridge, either made of stone or made of wood planks.

  “What about some lunch first?” Nobul asked as Sharon was gazing at the restaurants. There were not only Chinese restaurants but also French, Italian, and Japanese.

  “Good idea!” Sharon nodded. She had a light breakfast since she was worrying about motion sickness in the helicopter. It was not yet noon but she was hungry. The air was filled with a mixture of aromas: fried onions, roasted garlic and Sichuan peppers, and steamed bread.

  They crossed a narrow wood bridge and reached an outdoor restaurant named ‘Bamboo Garden,” and sat down at a table by the river. There were bamboos planted sparsely along the tables, giving them a feeling of being in an actual bamboo garden. The tables, chairs, cups, and plates were all made of bamboo. But the main reason for the name “Bamboo Garden” was because of the bamboo food they served, such as bamboo rice, bamboo mushroom, bamboo pith, bamboo partridge, bamboo fish, bamboo shrimp, bamboo wine, etc.

  Among all items on the menu, Sharon only knew of bamboo shrimps and bamboo piths. She remembered liking bamboo piths before, since her mother had often added them in stews or soups. They looked like sponges but tasted like mushrooms. She had no idea what other items on the menu were like.