He withdrew a coin bag, dropping it into the bawd’s waiting palm. “This should cover it.”
She grasped the sack, her pointed fingernails reminding him of claws. She unlocked the door and pushed it open, guttural sounds spilling out.
“Indulge in whatever you fancy, sir.” She smirked. “Everything, and I do mean everything, is included in the fee.”
Smoke from incense and opium swirled through the air, offerings to appease the gods and the devils. Through the haze, Wei saw that eight canopied beds lined the perimeter of the room, the wooden frames shaking due to the vigorous activities taking place upon them. A dozen men and women were fucking at the center of the chamber, their bodies a writhing train of flesh on the silk carpet.
An unsteady feeling crept over Wei.
You’re an animal. You belong here. Slake your lust.
He stumbled forward. A man sat on the nearest mattress, his hands clenching the heads of the two whores performing fellatio upon him. The women’s mouths sandwiched the man’s prick, gliding in unison along his glistening shaft before they took turns licking his stones. One of the whores caught Wei’s gaze; as she sealed her lips around the other man’s crown, she crooked a finger at him.
Wei shook his head and walked on.
The bawd hadn’t lied; every kind of depravity was on offer. Even Wei, who thought he’d seen every carnal variation, lifted his eyebrows at some of the acrobatic positions. Yet nothing stirred his lust to a sufficient degree. Nothing promised the forgetfulness he sought.
Then he saw her.
Lithe and slender, she had her back to him, the red glow of the lanterns making her hair gleam like rosewood. Her long, luxuriant tresses reached her buttocks, swaying as she moved and giving him glimpses of a sleek and delectable ass. He found himself following her, pushing past others to keep her in his line of vision.
She pivoted slightly; a white veil hid her face, exposing only her eyes. From this distance, he couldn’t discern their color, but they were wide and fringed with thick lashes. As she gazed at him, her head tilted inquisitively. Heat flooded his groin, his cock instantly hard.
This was what he’d come for: mind-robbing lust.
She gave him another look over her shoulder before moving on. Giving chase…a game he enjoyed. He stalked her through the chamber, and he could almost hear her giggle as she hastened her pace like a playful little tigress. She exited through a curtain, and he followed her.
The new chamber was scarcely larger than a wardrobe. Wei’s quarry stood against the wall, studying him with huge eyes, her veil adding to her captivating aura of mystery. Her breasts were small and delicately rounded, topped with berry-like nipples that he knew would be sweet. Between her sleek thighs, her shy little pussy beckoned.
He closed the short distance between them and reached for her. She melted into his arms, gasping when he spun her around.
“Put your hands on the wall,” he said. “Keep them there.”
At her ready obedience, his prick strained against his trousers.
He swept her hair over one shoulder, baring her neck. He kissed her down-soft nape, inhaling her alluring fragrance…not perfume, but a subtle, natural scent that reminded him of his mother’s prized orchids. Hungrily, he hunted for more of the elusive aroma as he fondled her tits.
The slender curves nestled perfectly against his callused palms. He tweaked her nipples, and she moaned, arching against him, caressing his erection with her taut ass. Over and again, she rubbed against him, teasing him with sinuous movements that seemed charmingly unpracticed. With desire that seemed real.
“Naughty little tigress,” he growled. “Let’s see if you’re ready to play. Put your hands on your bottom and spread those pretty cheeks for me.”
With a bashful whimper, she did as she was told. Her long, slender fingers cupped the firm mounds of her bottom and held them apart. He got down on one knee to inspect her offering. In the dim light, her slit had the dewy sheen of petals after a rain, and his cock throbbed as he imagined burying himself in that lush hole.
“Your cunny looks wet. Did you oil yourself?” he asked sternly.
“N-no, sir.”
Her reply sounded breathy and puzzled, as if she were an innocent who didn’t know the tricks of the trade. What a delightful actress she was.
Yet the scent of her feminine arousal did not lie. Lust darkened his vision, and he rose, tearing off his trousers, his gaze fixed on the target she kept exposed for him. Fisting his erection, he rubbed the engorged head along her rosy gash, grunting at her wetness. Her dew coated his cockhead, dribbling down his shaft and over his knuckles.
She was more than ready; she was hungry for it. Needing to be fucked.
By the gods, he was going to oblige her.
“Hands back on the wall,” he said hoarsely.
She rested the side of her face against the wall, placing her palms on either side. Gripping her hip, he brought his cock to her pussy. He thrust inside, panting at the exquisite constriction. She was tighter than he expected; he could feel her stretching to take him. Luckily, she was also dripping wet, and he pushed in deeper.
