The Staff of Wuzen Ch. 01

The girls worked in unison. Ziyi looked up at him, a beatific smile on her lips, as she pumped her soft, voluminous tits up and down his rock-hard shaft. Once in a while, she would lower her head to wrap her lips around the head of his cock, licking the tip with her tongue and giving it a good suck before raising her head to smile at Fuyun again. Her ministrations would have driven Fuyun over the edge many times if it were not for Meiya, who kept trying to take his balls into her tiny mouth. This produced a strange mixture of pain and pleasure that each time stemmed the rising heat in Fuyun, taking it in his scrotum.

As she pumped her tits up and down his cock, Ziyi's smile slowly became a pout, as though she wanted something he wasn't giving her. The sight of it drove Fuyun mad with lust, and he felt the heat trapped in his scrotum threatening to burst out of its confines, and nothing Meiya did would be able to stop it this time.

As if sensing his impending orgasm, Ziyi released his cock from her tits and, grabbing it firmly by the base, stuffed it into her mouth. She took him deeply, down her throat and out, down and out again, going faster and faster.

Meiya stood up and began kissing him wildly as Ziyi bopped her head frantically up and down his cock. He felt Meiya's tongue proving his mouth, and as he opened his mouth in response, her tongue snaked in and wrapped itself around his own.

Down at his feet, Ziyi began stroking his cock and massaging his balls in rhythm with her frantic sucking. Fuyun felt himself about to erupt, and instinctively tried to hold back, to prolong this moment of pleasure, until the pleasure grew so strong that it burst through his defenses and exploded out of him.

From his first jet, Ziyi clamped her lips around his cock, greedily swallowing every drop of his semen, moaning in pleasure as she did so. Fuyun felt his entire being shudder in ecstasy as he shot and shot and shot, until the world became white and he knew no more.

* * *

When Fuyun woke up, it was midmorning. With a start, he leaped to his feet, angry and surprised to have overslept for so long. As he got to his feet, he felt his knees buckle and a wave of dizziness washed over him.

"What the hell...?" Fuyun muttered to himself. He took a deep breath and drew upon his inner reserve of chi. To his shock, he found that his chi reserves were half depleted, as if he had just fought an exhausting battle instead of waking from a long, deep sleep.

"I must have been more tired yesterday than I thought..." Fuyun mused to himself.

Looking around the camp, he saw that the girls were nowhere to be found. Muttering to himself about how careless they were, Fuyun set out to look for them.

He found tracks leading toward the river. What he saw when he arrived at the river bank set his heart racing. Clothes, the girls' clothes, discarded carelessly along the shore. Fuyun swallowed and half-turned to return to camp. Yet, something held his steps. He told himself that he just needed to make sure the girls were alright.

He found himself following the river upstream. Soon enough, he heard the sounds of girlish laughter and splashing water. A strange sense of familiarity overcame him as he approached. On instinct, he stepped into the foliage and moved through the undergrowth. As he pushed through leafy branches and tall bushes, he came upon the girls, frolicking in the river, naked.

Last night's dream came crashing back to him, and his throat suddenly felt dry. He dared not move a muscle, for fear that he might be discovered, yet he could not bring himself to turn away from the sight. The girls' bodies were exactly has he remembered from his dream, from Ziyi's full figure and swaying hips to Meiya's perky tits and cute ass. Their alabaster skin appeared almost translucent in the sunlight as they chased each other in the shallow stream, their youthful breasts bouncing with every step. He could hear their innocent, crystalline laughter, and felt shamed to his core.

Despite his shame, Fuyun could not pull himself away. He watched as Ziyi, tired, sat down on a stone. His mind briefly wondered that she wasn't wearing any bandages on her arms. He was also surprised at how little shock he felt when Meiya snuggled into Ziyi's arms and the two of them began kissing. Their hands gently caressing each other's body. Meiya's lips slowly moved downward to suckle on Ziyi's full, round tits. Ziyi began moaning softly as her sister took her nipples into her mouth and gently stroked and squeezed her breasts. Ziyi's moan slowly became louder as Meiya moved lower. She laid back against the stone and spread wide her legs, and Meiya dove between them. Ziyi's moans soon turned into lusty cries as Meiya worked her tongue between Ziyi's thighs. Ziyi wiggled her body and threw her head left and right as she cried in ecstasy and delight.

Her cries grew louder and louder, building into a crescendo. Her back arched higher, her hands holding on to Meiya's wildly buckling head. With one long, last scream, Ziyi collapsed limply upon the stone, her body still convulsing in spasms. Meiya raised head from between Ziyi's thighs. She wore a mischievous grin, and slowly turned her head to look straight into Fuyun's eyes... and winked.

Fuyun's heart almost stopped. He found his feet moving of their own accord, and with blood pounding in his ears, he fled back to camp in fear and shame.

* * *

Back at the camp, Fuyun sat in meditation. Gradually, his heartbeat calmed, and he was able to think clearly again. There was something strange about those two girls. They seemed so innocent, yet the way they acted... no daughter of a respectable household would ever behave that way. Innocent or not, Fuyun decided that he needed to be on his guard. He would take them out of these woods and to the nearest city. Once that done, he would resume his journey home.

The sound of giggles informed him of the girls' return. Fuyun kept seated on the ground, focusing his mind on remaining calm. He could not, however, entirely banish the scene he had witnessed... or dreamed.

Ziyi and Meiya walked into camp hand-in-hand, and, to Fuyun's great relief, fully clothed. Acting as if nothing had occurred, Ziyi diffidently asked Fuyun if he had slept well. Fuyun almost blushed at the question. With a supreme effort of will, he managed to keep his composure and come up with a polite response.

"How are your wounds doing, Miss Ziyi?" He asked.

"Oh, they are much better. The bleeding stopped and it didn't hurt anymore, so I threw away the bandages. Your healing magic is truly impressive."

"I did not expect you to heal so quickly either." Fuyun said with a frown. "In any case, you should not have discarded the bandages. Our enemies could track us with those."

"Oh, I had not thought of that! I am so sorry, Fuyun dag'e!" Ziyi looked so contrite that Fuyun felt a sudden urge to hold her close. He ruthlessly squashed the thought.

"Please, call me Fuyun." He said with a bow, and to emphasized his point, added, "Blessings of Nuwa!"

"So what do we do now, Fuyun dag'e?" Meiya asked.

Fuyun opened his mouth to say that he wasn't their big brother, but the girls both looked at him with such hope and trust that he swallowed the words. Instead, he said, "Ready your things quickly, we must be on our way as soon as possible!"

Soon enough, the three were ready to go.

"Are you sure your wounds are fine?" Fuyun asked. "Those were pretty deep cuts you had. Maybe I should take another look at them?"

"No, really, I'm alright." Ziyi said. "I don't even feel them anymore. Thank you for asking though." She finished with a shy smile in his direction. Fuyun avoided her eyes and turned around.

"Follow me closely." He said. "And try not to make enough noise to alert the entire countryside!" Meiya stuck her tongue out at him, and Ziyi smiled again, this time apologetically.

He led them through the woods. At first, he worried that Ziyi might not be able to keep up. After a while, however, he realized that Ziyi was matching him step for step. She flowed along like a swan among reed, effortlessly keeping up with him. Fuyun himself, on the other hand, felt drained and tired, as if he had not slept at all last night.

They walked along uneventfully for an hour, when suddenly, Ziyi stopped.

"We are being surrounded." She said.