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♡ ♥ HAN X HUN ♥ ♡ Mulan, Shan Yu and the Kheshig

Disclaimer:

I do not own Mulan, and its characters. Just an ardent villain x hero fan working on stuff for fun, and for no monetary incentive.

Notes:

As some of you know and have pointed out, I had started creating art for this couple at the age of 16, and it garnered understandably mixed reactions. Post 2020 I have decided to unapologetically revisit this ship, with artwork and writing as it truly brings me joy.

My hope is that this piece of literature may expound upon all my current fanart and creations (As I tend to create more visual art than I do written pieces) and give the niche Mulan X ShanYu fandom some context of the world building I have with regards to this AU!

Within my AU, the Elite Huns have been each given their own unique names, personalities, and traits. Shan Yu (Chagatai) and Mulan (Mi) are parents to three rambunctious children: Tsetseg, Temujin and Enkhsaikhan.

I drew a lot of historical inspiration from “The Horde, how the Mongols changed the world”, its an interesting read, and I highly recommend it! I take it with me to coffee shops for idle reading frequently.

Thank you for following me along this journey! <3

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It had been almost nine years since the Mongol forces ceased their invasion into the heart of Northern China. Rumors surrounding their tactical withdrawal centered around an unlikely union between the Hun leader and a Han women, who was said to be as beautiful as she was smart. Depictions of her would describe a beautiful milky-white complexion, youthful long black hair, delicate and balanced features and a voice as soft as silk. ‘Beauty that was enough to capture the heart of even the most ruthless and barbaric of warlords’. “pfft” Mulan scoffed, as she continued swirling her rice methodically in a chipped wooden bowl. She dipped her sunburnt hand into the pleasantly opaque mixture and watched as the water gently rippled around her fingers. In a practiced, fluid motion, she stirred the rice, sifting the grains under the cool water carefully, all the while smiling contently to herself.

Since the breach of the wall, and the conquering of The Northern Capital and all of the outer perimeters, there was little in the way of stopping the Mongol Empire from outright capturing, plundering and pillaging the inner city. However, to the surprise of all its citizens, instead of an army, Mongol diplomats were sent by the Shan Yu to proposition for a trade route between the Steppes and China. Mulan could think of a more accurate caricature of the situation by replacing the words ‘to extend’ with ‘to forcibly coerce’. China was given no choice, and all high-ranking officials were stripped of their statuses and possessions. Shan Yu then ordered them to be dispersed amongst the Golden Ulus’s vast territories to prevent incentives to regroup and retaliate. Husbands and wives, mothers and children, were all separated and dispersed into the Horde’s diaspora. A cruel, but calculative tactic to squelch any semblance of an uprising. The emperor himself was demoted to little more than a figure head, with Mongol appointed officials now stationed and occupying the highest ranks within the palace.

In what came to be known as the most notorious, and contemporaneous trade route between the now captive China and the Mongol Steppes, an uneasy peace was built between the two nations. Shan Yu established a network of routes joined by staging posts throughout the city. The Mongols had instead elected to turn their attention to the west, blood thirsty for conquest and acquisition of Persian land. Stories of their successful escapades served as deterrents for rebellion amongst the people of China. In order to further deter the likelihood of a rebellion from the Hans, Hun men were ‘encouraged’ to take and marry Han women to solidify their presence within the Northern city.

The same rumors also suggested that this uneasy trade route was an act of mercy towards the Chinese, and a betrothal gift to the presiding Shan Yu’s wife. Since then, it was not uncommon to see Mongols within the walls of China, patrolling the streets, patronizing tea houses, and occupying shared spaces.

Though many chose not to acknowledge it, China had effectively entered a new dynasty of sorts, under the foot of the Mongol Empire.

Some say the tale was born out of wistful thinking, as a story of hope, portraying a woman whose deep love for her country drove her to ultimately sacrifice herself by giving herself up to the invading forces so that her people would be spared. still others alluded to the story of the union as being nothing more than a vile act of treason and an ultimate betrayal towards China and its people.

In those nine years, what was unbeknownst to the Han people was that; at least in part; the union between the leader of the Huns and the Han woman was true. This unlikely pair of Yin and Yang would go on to have their own share of adversities together, and even grow to care for one another.

Even, Mulan smiled, to love one another.

Through that love Mulan bore three children, who were precious in her eyes. As Mongol hierarchy would dictate, these children would come under the protection of the Kheshig, made up of the Hun elite – who to her husband’s dismay and protest – enthusiastically took on the roles of painfully affectionate uncles. “The elite Huns…” She would hear him mutter under his breath as he shook his head on multiple occasions.

As for the stories surrounding their union, she had found them to be dishearteningly embellished with false grandeur, meant to reflect the Chinese ideologies of selflessness, suffering and prestige for the greater good of the country. A tale woven to lament China’s former glory.

“Propaganda” she whispered to herself as she continued to stir the pot of bubbling rice. Its mild, comforting fragrance wafting through the air and filling the spacious yurt with memories of home. In truth, Mulan’s care for her country extended only towards her family and close friends within her family’s village. That had been her sole reason for joining the army, out of filial piety to protect her aging father.

“We are too proud for our own good..” Mulan muttered, as she evenly portioned out perfectly cooked bowls of fragrant rice. She leaned in, letting the steam from the nourishing grains tickle her face and smiled triumphantly. There was nothing more satisfying than perfectly cooked rice! Bringing the bowls out towards the entrance of the yurt she shared with her husband, Mulan lamented the day her husband confided in her on what solidified their resolve to conquer the empire in the East.

“He invite me”, he smirked wryly, passing her a cracked scroll with an insignia of the imperial palace. The emperor had had a messenger deliver it to the Mongol empire. She remembered studying the writings on the parchment with incredulous disgust as she read through its contents aloud “To the Khan with an ambition greater than his worth, Our empire is as vast as the sea, yours is but a handful of sand. How can we fear you?” He waited patiently for her to finish reading, her incredulous expression gave him the go ahead to continue “..And the best part” her husband continued, trying his best to feign a rueful tone “is we needed to ‘borrow’ someone to translate the darn thing for us.” He chuckled lightly, as his wife sat rereading the scroll over and over again in great bewilderment. It would only be in their fifth year of marriage that she was made privy to this letter of instigation. When she questioned him as to why he had never shown it to her before, he would chide “You never asked.” He had grown accustomed to teasing her and learned to find her flustered huffing endearing. “To the east lay the great, established empire of China, who’s pride meant that they would not tolerate another growing power encroaching so close to its boarders” He finished matter-of-factly. “It is only because of your advocacy for them, that they have been granted a chance to reflect on their mistake.” Mulan studied her husband’s expression before she spoke. There was a softness in the way that he looked at her, something so subtle that most would just look past or simply be unable to discern from. Only she knew where to look, it was in the twinkling of his eyes that showed her he valued what she had to say, and the smallest of smiles as he listened to her voice. “It is true, the trade route between the Steppes and the Northern Capital has proven to be most beneficial for the Golden Ulus, intercepting and distributing wealth amongst our people, but I confide that this is a secondary consolation for me” As she spoke, she could feel a cheeky smile spreading across her face, and this was mirrored by her husband’s. The Shan Yu raised an eyebrow quizzically.

“Oh? And the primary being ?”

“That your in-laws are happy and safe, Chag”

“I had an inclination you would bring this up again.” Chagatai laughed, rolling his eyes, genuinely rueful of the turn the conversation had taken. The two shared laughter as their children played in the warm pile of sable furs and blankets that made up the nesting area in their family’s Yurt.

Mulan stepped out of the warm, candle lit glow of her yurt into the beautiful, cool and airy night sky that blanketed the vast pains of the steppes. The stars looked different here, they each glowed with a soft radiance as though they were alive. Chag had told her that the Mongols believed in ‘Sulde’. Spiritual, blessed life forces that came from the sacred lands of the steppes, a life essence from nature that blessed the earth. She would’ve liked to think that in this very moment, she too was experiencing Sulde. She let the glow of the moon bathe her in light, her braided hair shimmered blue in the night. “Rice is ready, boys” She exclaimed cheerfully. The men turned to her and each nodded in polite acknowledgement.

“Hooray! You’re finally here lady Hua!” Chortled Tuguslar, sipping airag from a shallow bowl. He winked, beaming at her, to which she grimaced playfully. Khuyag, the older of the two twins grunted in acknowledgment, before gesturing for his brother to move over so Mulan had somewhere to sit. When Tugu failed to pick up on the third subtle cue, a less subtle cue was swiftly delivered in the form of a light smack to the back of his head by his older brother, jolting him to attention. Mulan couldn’t help but giggle whenever this happened, and it was a fairly common occurrence.

Tuguslar had been the most welcoming of the Huns, when Mulan had first been integrated into the Ger. Her earliest memory of Tugu was of him playing a curious little instrument. A small and intriguing object that he would place between his lips and manipulate with his fingers so that it produced a sound unlike anything found in her own culture. Each note reverberated in clumsy, punctuated drones that created a whimsical yet foreign melody. Years later, Tugu’s signature mouth harp would be a favorite to keep the little ones entertained. He spoke almost no Han, but would try his best to communicate, often through exaggerated hand gestures. The first interaction they had was of him pointing at her, smiling in that signaturely giddy way he often did, and then pointing to his open mouth, then to his belly.

“YOU. WANT. EAT?”

She remembered the burly hun then gestured affectionately towards his brother, who returned his smile with a confused frown. Tugu then clenched his fingers into fists and rolled his wrists counter-clockwise in what could only be interpreted as

“ HE. COOK ”.

This took her by surprise and when she responded with a giggle, so did he. The two became fast friends almost instantly. His soft, tousled black hair and naturally smiley nature seemed at first to Mulan like a foil to his brother, Khuyag, the older of the twins. However, this was quickly disproven as she had come to learn through cooking with him.

Where Tuguslar was more free spirited and easily distracted, his brother was more even keeled and organized. Their shared Yurt was a visual illustration of this contrast, where Tugu’s half of the yurt was, as he enthusiastically described it, ‘peaceful mountains of organized chaos’, Khuyag’s half was absurdly neat and tidy. Khuy often picked up the slack and was unofficially in charge of reigning his brother in or nudging him in the right direction where necessary. Mulan had grown fond of Khuyag accompanying her to the markets. She had only to point to what she wanted, and he would haggle on her behalf. He would also disapprove of her carrying heavier items such as racks of antelope ribs or rice sacks, especially when she was with child, despite recognizing that she was more than capable. She understood over time that it was not to undermine her autonomy, nor her abilities, but rather as a way to show her that he cared and wanted to help.

Once, for fun he had brought back two large saiga antelopes and gestured for her to come pick up a knife. He showed her how to use the hilt of the blade to loosen the beast’s tendons and ligaments, and with each satisfying crunch, his smile would widen. Then with surprising precision, she watched as he made precise cuts into the animal’s flesh that separated the tough meat and sinew, revealing the pearly white bone beneath. Once he was finished, he met her gaze, smiled politely and nodded for her to try. Mulan recalled that she had accidentally hacked the neck of the carcass at an odd angle. Khuyag watched in concern as her haphazard hack sent a spatter of blood careening towards her, speckling her face and tunic. Unfortunately, her mouth had been agape the whole time, and the metallic taste of the rich blood made her nose wrinkle in disdain. That was the first time he broke out in laughter in her presence. How remarkably similar it sounded both in mannerism and decibel to his brother’s.

Adding some water to his worn-down whetstone, Khar Chono continued to sharpen his crooked blade, humming to himself idly. Mulan’s eyes trailed from the happy, boisterous gaggle of men laughing and dancing around the fire until her eyes found him. She remembered the first time she had encountered the man, with his long dark hair and sullen face, and how aloof and cold he had first seemed in the beginning. Years of familiarity had proven otherwise, Chono was one of the first to bridge the language gap between her and her newly sworn Kheshig. Other than her husband, she had not expected to find another who could converse fluently in her dialect. She was to be called Khatun, a title granted to her as the betrothed. Early on, he had acted as her translator, and volunteered to be her teacher until she had grasped the language functionally enough to be left to her own devices. He had also taken it upon himself to teach the children their Hunnic oral histories, and the dynasty their father was forging for them. When she had worked up both the courage and the vernacular to ask how he was able to converse so fluently in Han, she was surprised to learn that Chono had mixed roots of both Hunnic and Han Ren origin. “We all come from vastly different backgrounds and diasporas, but are unified under the banner of the Golden Ulus, lady Hua.” She was appreciative of all he had done for her and her family.

Now her focus shifted from Chono’s blade towards the archer seated to his left, thoughtfully feathering his bow. Tsetseg, her first born daughter, sat beside him playing with the pile of falcon feathers. Mulan took a moment to admire the beautiful, intricate braids in her toddler’s soft hair, with grey speckled feathers woven into it. Khasar’s handy work. Khasar had gifted her a small hand-crafted bow, the same bow she would be seen carrying around almost everywhere. He had done so with each child born to the Khan and Khatun but had had to hastily remake Temujin’s bow as the boy quickly outgrew his siblings and needed an adolescent sized weapon.

Khasar trained the children to be comfortable shooting with precision while on horseback. They graduated from wooden and straw targets to moving targets. The children were instructed to hit large straw shields painted with targets, brandished by Hun soldiers also riding on horseback. The Shan Yu himself would on occasion oversee their training sessions. Tsetseg was naturally gifted in the art of weaponry, brandishing both bow and arrow or blade with natural ease. Her brother on the other hand, was less confident with his swings, and slow with his dodges. His archery skills were passable at best. Though not gifted with the same innate propensity to pick up weaponry as his sister, Tem made up for it in brute strength, a physical trait inherited from his father.

Temujin was a difficult pregnancy for obvious reasons. At birth, Temujin was the same size as his sister, two and a half years apart. Everyone remarked how Temujin was the spitting image of his father, which Chag initially took great pride in. Yet as the boy grew older, the more pronounced the dissimilarities became. Where his father was a confident and ambitious, eloquent, and sharp-witted man, little Temujin was shy, soft spoken and self-conscious. Unintentionally, his appearance coupled with the glaring ‘inadequacies’ of his nature, magnified every mistake Temujin would make in the eyes of his father. The Khan was the hardest on him growing up, and the reason for so many arguments within the marriage.

She knew in her heart the pain her husband felt when Temujin failed or struggled where his sister naturally exceled, and how he perceived it to reflect poorly on both the family and himself as a father. Still, Mulan had hope that Chag would see the good in him, and the potential that he had to be great in his own way. She valued his soft nature, and naturally kind disposition. Crestfallen and lost in her own thoughts of the growing rift between the father and his young son, Mulan was brought back into the moment of celebration by little hands tugging at her tunic. “mama, can Temu have another bowl of dumpwings?” She smiled at her little one and gave him her unfinished portion of stewed meat and dumplings, and whispered “Don’t let baba see.”

Just then, the unmistakable sound of booming laughter reverberated through the night, momentarily muffling the music. This startled Tem, who’s hands jerked sending his little dumplings flying high into the air. Mulan craned her neck to face the rowdiest man in the circle, dancing and singing with mismatched bowls of aireg in either hand. Kaldek was biggest and tallest member within the Kheshig, second only to the Shan Yu. In her second year living in the steppes, Mulan had fallen pregnant, and something about this happy news spurred on Kaldek to open up quite a bit to her. He would tell her stories of his childhood on the steppes before the Golden Ulus’s formation. He confided that her husband and himself were from the same Oboq and that is why, in his firm opinion, they looked ‘very similar’. Mulan would nod each subsequent time he brought it up, but with very little conviction. She was later able to confirm this to a degree with Chagatai, who affirmed that Kaldek was indeed loosely from the same Oboq, but also that he had very little memory of him before the consolidation of Oboqs under the Tengri. “Though of the same Oboq, it is likely that he is of a lower Uruq.” He explained. When her husband recognized the look of confusion forming across his wife’s face, he grinned. “Right.. I forget Mi..” Which was the pet name he ‘gifted’ her with, as a tribute to her love for rice and how cumbersome it was to acquire on the steppes. “I tend to forget you are of Han descent.” He continued playfully. “Oboq members further identify themselves through their personal male lineages, and through alliances, this could come in the form of marriage. However, even if Durlukin, a commoner class Oboq member, marrying into one of the twenty Oboqs belonging Niru’un, the mongol leadership class, may only become kin with nobility. Their birth rank remains conspicuous. These were the traditional hierarchies I grew up with. We have since made changes, and the Golden Ulus recognizes each individual based on their own abilities and loyalty to the Horde, with equal right to upward mobility and titles. This is the world we seek to build” He finished, his golden eyes burning with ardent ambition. “But more importantly” He emphasized, in a gentler tone “for a better life for our people… and now, especially now.. our children”. It was moments like these where her husbands’ expressions sometimes betrayed his genuine care and vulnerability for his Ulus and his family, that her love for him really swelled. This man, this warlord, who was responsible for the great Quriltai, unifying the Tatar, Merkit, Kereit, Naiman and mongol forces into one Orda. The same man who was able to win over a diaspora of feuding steppe clans and mobilize them into a unified sea of disciplined destruction against any nation that apposed him, was also the same man currently sitting across from her, kargyraa throat singing a lullaby to his new born son. He must have sensed the weight of her gaze on him because he tilted his head ever so slightly towards her and began to smile as he continued his song. When he was sure that his son, Enkhsaikhan was sound asleep, he looked up to hold her gaze. Mulan felt her temples start to prickle with heat, and her cheeks flush with warmth. His smile made her feel seen, made her feel as though in that very moment it was just the two of them beneath the beautiful, moonlit night. “Mi” he whispered, as the music from the Tovshuurs, Igils and Tugu’s mouth harp filled the night sky. “Thank you”

#thank you for reading!#world building #Mulan X Shan Yu AU #chagatai #Temujin #Tsetseg #Enkhsaikhan #Tuguslar #Khuyag #Kaldek #Khar Chono #Khasar #The Huns #mulan fanfic #heyhopperart

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madwomansapologist · 5 months

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like a virgin, like a prayer | shan yu

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synopsis: It's been months since you had agreed upon being his lover, and weeks since you truly became it. Now all you can think is about how much you want Shan Yu. All the time, in every way. And so does he.

warnings: smut. consensual/non consensual voyeurim. strip tease. exhibitionism. public nudity. public/non public masturbation. loss of virginity. gentle sex. oral sex. blood. size kink. shan "i will make it fit" yu. praise kink. creampie. age gap. kidnapping. shan yu (i need to respect my wife) x reader (just fuck me already, please). yandere!shan yu. female!reader. in this house we hate the misogynist version of Shan Yu in Mulan (2020).

A bird of prey. That's what he truly is. More than a warrior, than a strategist: Shan Yu is a watcher. He analyzes, observes. And when he find a focal point, he don't let it be. Just like his falcone, it's on his nature to watch when no one knows they're being watched.

And you're the object of his desires and curiosities. You're the mistery he can't seem to unravel. Every little thing you do, from the way you look at people to the things you say when you're alone with yourself, facinastes him.

After all, that's how he meet you. Watching you when you thought you were alone. That's how he fell in love. Watching your soul echoing through the woods. Apparently what people say is true. Old habits die hard.

Shan Yu wanted to get drunk on every aspect of you. The way you walk like you don't have time to waste. How you do your hair on the mornings. Which clothes can steal your interest when you're walking on a village. How sometimes you will randomly look at this sky, breath in, and come back to your routine.

He likes to know who you're when there is no one else around. Your reaction to the book you're reading when you're alone bellow an ash tree, how silence seems to restore your energy, how you can be really mad over little, insignificant things. Shan Yu wants to see you with no filters.

It's not his fault that he wants you whole.

Even thought you're his prisoner — now you wholeheartly agreed to be his bride —, you're a free spirit. He can see that by the way nature works on you. Shan Yu can take you from others, if it was on him no one would ever deserve the privilege of your presence, but there is a limit for the things he can take from you. And he would never take swimming away from you.

After your classes for war strategic, his guards make sure that you won't be bothered by anyone feeling stupid enough to mess with what belong to Shan Yu. You can have your fun for how long you desires, the only thing he asks is for you to eat from time to time. So for a couple of hours, is just you and the freedom water gives you.

And him, of course.

Watching from afar. It's like you're a deity. Shan Yu is on his way to conquer China, but if you asked him to conquer the sea it would be yours. It already is. He will just make others surrender to you.

The thing is that now you're aware of him.

Maybe at the beginning you weren't, but now you're familiar enough with the weight of his careful gaze. You can feel it burning your skin. Instead of being the object of his gaze, you feel like the watcher. Shan Yu observes you, just as you observe him. You like to play a little game: you put yourself on his place, and imagine what he's thinking about.

When you take care of your skin and he is so quietly doing nothing on the other side of the room, you like to imagine Shan Yu is trying to learn what to do if you ever ask him to help you. When you choose new clothes and you feel his eyes lingering on you from other side of the path, you like to pretend he's picturing you on them. When you read and he's hidden into the woods, you imagine him taking notes of what book he should gift you next. And when you're on a lake, you want Shan Yu to imagine you naked again.

Just as when he first meet you.

You don't swim without your clothes anymore, and you do it to make sure that his imagination will work on your favor. You ain't sure why, but him imagining you is way more interesting than him seeing you. To picture him picturing you is your little, constant sin.

But you would prefer if he joined you.

You miss his touch. Don't matter how long it have been since you were next to him, you miss Shan Yu. You always want him close to you. And when you miss him, the memories of your first kiss comes to haunt you.

It was an trap, one that his army fell right into. Usually the Hun army travels to battle, but this time it happened inside the camp. Kids, old people, workers that have nothing to do with that war: everyone was in danger.

Shan Yu knows you can fight, you train with his army, but that doesn't mean he will let you go with him to any battle. The thing is that this time he couldn't control the situation.

You wandered towards him, a sword in your hand and courage on your chest, knowing that he was doing the same.

Shan Yu kicked a man's legs, breaking it. His sword cut his throat open, but a scream came to his ears. When he turned, Shan Yu saw your sword passing throught a open chest. With blood staining your face, you let the body fall and looked at Shan Yu. "You're hurt?"

Shan Yu marched towards you, the world burning behind him, and pulled you by your waist. He almost took you off the ground, you supported yourself on him, and brushed the blood on your face. When he kissed you, it was like there were only you two in the world.

You felt his.

And now you want to be his. In every way. You'll never think that way if Shan Yu was a man from your village. You'll never be respected if you layed with someone before wedding them, don't matter how much you love one another or how bad you need to do that. That would never, ever happen.

But he isn't a man from your village. You're not there anymore. And you don't want to wait any longer.

When the camp was set close to a region filled with thermal water, you had an idea. Ond that you were too eager to ignore. Too hungry to not consider.

The guards walk you to a certain point, warning you that when the ring beels you'll have ten minutes to get there before they went looking for you. Feeling his gaze burning your skin, you did the rest of the path.

First you took your shoes off. You touched the water, it was so warm. So perfect. You carefully held the hem of your dress, pulling it out slowly. Step by step you dive into the water. With water brushing against your collarbone, you sat facing where you knew he was.

That was your invitation for Shan Yu to join you.

So you waited.

And waited.

But nothing happened.

Frustrated, you imagine what else would made him get of his secret place and just do something already. You closed your eyes, bite your lips, and then you found a answer.

Shan Yu makes you feel shiny and new. Free, but also owned. In control, and also controled. Shan Yu makes you fell like you have nothing to hide. So you didn't.

You weren't sure if he could see your fingers from so far away, so you made sure to keep your face still. You wanted him to see every fraction of a different expression. As your fingers pressed against your clit, for a second you felt like your moans could echo throught the whole wood.

After you came, your body shaking from pleasure and adrenaline, you dive into the water. You felt suddenly so embarrassed. Embarrassed for liking it so much. Embarrassed for not being even a little bit ashamed of what you just done.

You set a trap for him. Now it's with Shan Yu.

At dinner, you finally saw him. In a tent with all his generals, even when discussing important matters you could sense his eyes lingering on your skin.

"How long will we stay here?" You took a sip from your glass. "In this village."

Shan Yu breathe in before answering you. "Three more days."

You pouted. "What a shame. I liked this place. The woods here are so calm. And so lonely."

Shan Yu suddenly stand up, not worrying about excusing himself. You said something to the generals and asked one of his adivisors to take care for the rest of the night. Shan Yu was faster than you, but you saw him heading towards your shared carriage.

"Hey," you closed and locked the door. Shan Yu stopped in the middle of the room, his hands pressing against his head. Behind him, you put your hands on Shan Yu's shoulders, massaging his skin. "You're feeling unwell?"

Shan Yu sighed. You could feel his determination melting into your touching. It was a key to make him act as you wanted. All he wants is to be loved by you, and if you show him this love... "If only you knew the things you do to me."

You bit your lips, controling the smirk. "Are you mad at me, my sun?" You practically purred.

Shan Yu turned to you, his long hands holding your face. You felt so safe. So perfectly fine around him. "No, my moon," Shan Yu kissed your forehead. You almost felt guilty by teasing him so bad. "Never at you."

"Then I don't understand," you put your hands on his. "Why are acting this way? Maybe I can help you."

Shan Yu touched your forehead with his, and you closed your eyes. His breath was warm against your skin. You kissed his thumb.

"Drink with me."

You didn't knew if Shan Yu was asking or demanding. Either way, you nodded. You sat on your shared bed, and watched him serve you both from his personal wine.

"You told once me about a bad experience with a matchmaker," Shan Yu opened the bottle. He gazed over you for a second, then went back to the wine. "That made me wonder."

"About what?"

Shan Yu may be a lot of things, but he isn't a coward. He didn't fear your answer or your reaction, he wanted to hear the truth. So he asked for it. "You we're promised to someone?"

That wasn't what you were expecting to hear. "Yes," you admitted. "When I got old enough, my parents made a deal with his. We didn't got married because he was called to serve the emperor."

Shan Yu sat in front of you, handing you a glass. You took a sip of it, and hated the taste. Shan Yu like his drinks strong, but you prefer them sweet.

He caressed your feet, resting close to his thights. "Have you laid down with him?"

You tried the wine again. It was horrible still, but at least it had alcohol in it anyway. "Not with him," his fingers brushed against your legs. "Not with anyone else."

Shan Yu squeezed your skin lightly. "It's my duty to honor you, my moon." There were a different fire on his eyes. Something almost palpable. "Just as it's my duty to satisfy you."

"What you mean by that?" You knew exatcly what he meant.

"You're so young. It's normal for you to have needs. Desires," his cold fingers made to the sensitive spot behind your knees. "For you to want more from me."

"Is that why you are so nervous?" You drank the rest of the wine and put the glass on the floor. "Because you want more from me?"

Don't matter what, your words keep on surprising Shan Yu. You will never stop to amaze him. "Yes, my moon."

"If you want it so bad," you smiled. "Then take it."

Holding your legs, Shan Yu pulled you closer. He carressed your face, his fingers so cold against your skin. When he kissed you, all your worries and fears just disappeared. It was impossible to feel anything but love and lust.

His kiss moved to your chin, your cheeks, your earlobe. When you flinched, you felt his smile against your skin. Shan Yu kissed your neck, your shoulders, your hands.

Looking at you, glaring deep into your soul, Shan Yu made something burn inside you. You looked away, so he held you by your chin.

"Don't do that," Shan Yu brushed his fingers against your lips. "Let me see you."

"I don't know what to do," you revealed.

"You don't need to anything." Shan Yu carressed your face. "Come here," he tapped his thights. "Let me take care of you."

You crawled towards him, sitting on his lap. You supported yourself on your knees, your hands on his chest, not wanting to put all your weight on him.

Shan Yu grabbed your waist and pulled you down. He came back to kissing you, this time his hands wandering throught your body. One found a home on your hair, the other squeezed your waist. You put your arms around him, letting he get deeper into your mouth.

Shan Yu pulled the string of your clothes, revealing your body once again for him. His fingers brushed against your collarbones, circled your tits, held your hips. "The gods must envy your beauty," he whispered into your mouth.

He laid you down on the mattress. You felt weighless. So small in comparison to him. His hands went down your spine, nails scretching your skin lightly, and grabbed both of your legs. He opened them, and you never felt so exposed before.

One thing was to undress for him. Other was for him to undress you.

"Breath in," you did as he said. Shan Yu kneeled between your legs, and it was almost impossible to think. "Breath out," once again you behaved.

As his face got near your sex, his breath made you close your legs. He hold them, opening you for him again. He warned you with his yellow eyes.

Shan Yu licked you slowly. You trembled bellow him. His nose brushed against your lips, and you bite your fingers. He was so calm, so patient. His licked your lips, sucked your clit, used his tongue to stimulate you whole.

When you whimpered, Shan Yu got eager. He pulled you by your hips, getting you even closer, and his hands went up to your breasts. You moaned his name, and for a second he almost lost control.

He bite your inner thights, and then licked it. Your breath was already a mess. His tongue wandered through your tummy, your chest, your breasts. Shan Yu grabbed your hand, taking it off your mouth.

"I will hear you," he demanded. "Don't hide yourself."

You held him by his forearm. "I want you," you moaned. "Please."

Shan Yu could've cum just by the look on your face. "It will hurt," he said. As if you didn't knew. "You don't need to."

He closed his eyes, trying to regain control over himself. To feel your taste on his tongue, your smell on his upper lip, the warmth of you bellow him. Shan Yu felt like a starving man being welcomed home with a full supper.

But you are no something he wants to consume. Shan Yu wants to devour you, to know every inch of your skin and all that things that make your body tremble. But Shan Yu don't want to take from you something he will never be able to give you back just because he wants to. He needs you, but you need to be the one chosing to do this.

"I'll stop," he moved away from you. You felt incomplete without his weight upon you. "I must stop."

You put your legs around his hips, locking him with you. "Make me feel yours," you purred. Don't matter what you sounded like: were the one demanding now. You stroked his forearms, trying your best to find the words you need. "I'm starving. Don't go."

You had seem him shirtless before. At training, after a battle when blood stained his body, when he went to sleep. But to see him whole... that made you lick your lips.

He was big. So big. You almost regret ever doing that. But his cock also made you salivate, so you pretend that you weren't scared. You wanted him inside you. You wanted Shan Yu to make you whole.

Even if it hurts.

Shan Yu slid his cock on your lips, and you felt yourself getting wetter. So warm. It twitched against you. When he started to enter you, you closed your eyes. This time Shan Yu let it pass.

It burned. Your insides ache, and it's been just the beginning. He was so thick. After a few seconds without moving, Shan Yu tried again.

This time you whimpered. "Fuck," you cried. "Wait, I..."

"As you... wish," Shan Yu moaned against your neck. You were so tight. So warm. You would be the end of him. "Stop squirming."

"I'm sorry," you cried. You tried to move away from him, but Shan Yu held you in place. "I hurted you?"

He groaned. "No, my moon," he whispered. Shan Yu strucked the skin of your hips, trying to calm you down. He could already smell the blood. "Far from it."

You held his hands, trying to not get lost on your mind. "I don't think it will fit," you whimpered. "It's too big."

You really were trying to made him go crazy, weren't you? "I will make it fit."

After a few seconds, you nodded. Slowly, Shan Yu did as he said. He made it fit. And by doing that, he reached a point that even through all that pain made you roll your eyes. You tried to forget about that burning pain and focus on his cock pressing against that sweet point.

When his fingers brushed against your clit, you held him closer. Your nails digged into his back, and your teeths into his shoulders. Shan Yu didn't care about the pain. All he did was to hold your head as he moved slowly.

"I think I..." You couldn't do anything but to feel, and you felt so much. You were drooling. "Fuck, Shan Yu..."

"You were made for me," Shan Yu whispered into your ears. "Made for me to love, for me to fuck you."

Not a word he said made to your brain. You couldn't hear him. You couldn't do anything but to feel tortured by how he kept on hitting that spot again and again. If you cry, it won't because of the pain.

When you trembled, it was like you died for a second. The pleasure hit you in waves so much stronger than you. Maybe you cried his name. Maybe you screamed it. Maybe you bit your lips until they bleed. You don't know. All you know is that it was so good.

With you shaking bellow him, Shan Yu came inside you. He groaned like an animal, and maybe at that moment he really were one.

"I think I drooled all over you," you chuckled as you cleaned his shoulders with your hand.

Shan Yu held your hands and kissed them, looking deep into your eyes. "What do you need?"

"A bath," you carressed his lips.

Shan Yu watched as his cum covered your lips. Your used cunt glowed. Such a pretty sight.

He took you into his arms, your legs around his hips, and lift you from bed. You giggled, once again feeling so weighless around him.

"Then I shall bath you," he said softly.

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