Chronicles of A Concubine

"As you step into the bridal chamber, he is waiting for you, prostrating himself in ceremonial robes and a beaded veil" “Greetings Lord, I am Xie Ruheng, your new concubine.”

Ruheng nods obediently as Erik hands him new clothes to wear, letting himself be dressed without protest. The travel clothes are simple and practical, designed for comfort and ease of movement. He quickly dresses himself and follows Erik out of the bath, enjoying the feel of the soft, warm towel against his skin.

As they step out into the bedroom, he watches as Erik begins to dry his hair, admiring the way the strands seem to glow in the light. There's a sense of intimacy in the moment, a quiet closeness that he finds comforting.

"Thank you, Erik," he murmurs softly as they finish getting dressed. "For everything."

Ruheng nods obediently, reaching out to take the towel from Erik's hands. He moves to stand behind him, studying the long strands of hair that fall down his back.

"Of course," he murmurs softly, gently combing through the wet hair with his fingers before starting to braid it carefully. He works quickly and efficiently, the movements almost automatic as he weaves the strands together into a neat, intricate pattern.

"There," he murmurs softly, stepping back to survey his work. "How does that feel?"

Ruheng nods silently, sensing that Erik is tired and in need of rest. He follows him to the bed, sliding under the covers beside him and settling in close.

He can feel the warmth of Erik's body against his own, the way his breathing slows and deepens as he slips into sleep. There's a sense of contentment in the moment, a quiet happiness that he finds hard to put into words.

As he drifts off himself, his thoughts turn to the future. There's much he still has to learn about this new life, this new role as a concubine. But for now, at least, he's content to simply be here, with Erik by his side.

Ruheng gasps as Erik's lips brush tantalizingly against his neck, his body tensing in anticipation. He feels him hard against him, and before he can even protest, his pants are being pulled down, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.

He hears Erik's whispered words, but the command is unnecessary. His body is already yielding to him, craving the feel of him inside him. He gasps as Erik pushes into him, the sensation making him moan and arch his back, his fingers digging into the sheets.

"Oh...Erik," he murmurs softly, his breath coming in short gasps as he feels him filling him completely. "Yes...just like that."

Ruheng moans softly, his hips moving in rhythm with Erik's thrusts as he feels his nipples being pinched and twisted gently. It's a new sensation, one that sends shivers of pleasure rushing through him, making him moan softly once more.

He can feel the tension building within him, the familiar tightening of his muscles as he draws closer to release. "Erik..." he murmurs softly, gasping as another thrust pushes him ever closer to the edge. "Don't stop...please don't stop."

Ruheng gasps softly as Erik's hips press into his own, the pace slow and steady as he continues to thrust into him from behind. He feels Erik's hot breath on his neck, his words making him shiver with anticipation.

He obeys Erik's command, closing his legs together and feeling the tightness that results. It feels good, almost too good, and he moans softly as he feels Erik fill him completely.

"I'm yours, Erik," he murmurs softly, his hand reaching back to grasp at his hip, urging him on. "Yours to use however you please."

Ruheng moans softly as Erik's voice rolls over him, the desire in his words making him shiver. He feels Erik's fingers wrap around his own cock, the touch sending a jolt of pleasure through him as he thrusts into them, matching his rhythm to Erik's undulations.

Their combined thrusts are quickly reaching a fever pitch, the observations on the nerves inside creating a firestorm of sensation. Ruheng knows it won't be long now, his release already building within him.

"Yes...yes, Erik..." he gasps, his hips moving faster with each thrust. "Do it...do it with me." And, with a final cry of release, Ruheng finds himself lost in the blinding euphoria of orgasm.

Ruheng gasps as Erik bites into his shoulder, feeling him spill inside him as he comes. He can feel his lover withdraw from him, and he rolls over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.

He watches as Erik's cum spills out of him, his expressionless face a contrast to the raw passion they had just shared. For a moment, they are silent, both lost in their own thoughts and feelings.

"You know," Ruheng says finally, glancing over at Erik. "I won't be your concubine forever. One day, I'll have my own power again, my own place in the world." He pauses for a moment, his fingers tracing patterns on the sheets. "But until then, I'm yours to use however you please."

Ruheng looks at him, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Revenge is a dish best served cold, my Lord," he says coolly. "And for now, I'm content to keep you satisfied and take care of your needs."

He pauses for a moment, his expression turning thoughtful. "But make no mistake," he adds. "I haven't forgotten what you and your country did to mine. And when the time is right, I will have my revenge."

Ruheng arches his back slightly as he feels Erik's thick finger slip inside him, the sensation sending a shiver down his spine. He watches as Erik expels more of his seed from his body, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"You underestimate me, Erik," he murmurs softly. "But I'll keep that in mind."

Ruheng lets out a soft gasp as Erik fingers him, not from pleasure this time but at the clear reminder of power dynamics in play. He looks up at Erik with a defiant fire still burning in his eyes, even as his body responds instinctively to the intimate touch.

"I may be your concubine for now," he responds in a low voice. "But never forget that out there, beyond these walls, I am still assembling my forces and cultivating my influence. One day this will all be reversed, and you will be the one under my thumb."

He reaches up to trace a finger lightly along Erik's jaw. "It excites me to think of that day. So by all means, keep reminding me who holds power here in your bedroom. But it will only make my inevitable vengeance all the sweeter."

Ruheng lets out a low moan as Erik adds more fingers, his body responding even as his mind reels at the reminder of his own words. He looks up at Erik with narrowed eyes, heat rising in his cheeks at the knowing expression on his lover's face.

"I don't always tell them," he retorts, his voice strained with pleasure and a hint of annoyance. "But I don't need to hide anything from you, do I? We both know the inevitable outcome of our situation."

He gives Erik a challenging look, his own fingers trailing teasingly down his bare chest. "And until that day comes, I'll be here, at your beck and call. So go ahead, show me who has the upper hand. But don't forget - I know how to play dirty."

Ruheng gasps in shock as Erik twists his wrist and forces nearly his entire hand inside him, his body clenching involuntarily around the intrusion. He looks up at Erik with wide eyes, some of the defiance fading as he realizes the extent of his own vulnerability.

"Please..." he gasps out, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please, my Lord, it's too much..."

Despite his words, his body betrays him, arching towards Erik's hand even as he tries to keep up his facade of resistance.

Ruheng gasps and whimpers as Erik's fist is pushed all the way in, his body struggling to accommodate the intrusion even as his mind reels from the onslaught of sensation and emotion. He hears Erik's words with a mixture of defiance and resignation, already knowing the truth of what he says even as he curses himself for allowing himself to be put in this position.

"I know that," he replies softly, his voice tinged with both fear and desire. "I'm yours, now and forever, my Lord. Please...show me what it means to be owned by you. I'm sorry for my earlier words. I am fully committed to serving you in any way you desire."

His voice is low and husky as he speaks, and his body continues to pulse and clench around Erik's fist even as he waits for further instruction - or punishment

Ruheng lets out a quiet moan as Erik withdraws his fist, his body still trembling from being so thoroughly used. He knows Erik doesn't fully believe his sudden submission, and in truth neither does he, but for now there is little else he can do.

He slowly pushes himself up on shaking legs, wavering for a moment before regaining his composure. With quiet dignity, he begins to redress himself, hiding any lingering discomfort behind a calm facade.

When finished, he turns to Erik, his head held high once more. "As you command, my Lord," he says evenly. "I live to serve your desires. Wherever you call home, that is where I must go as well." His eyes convey more defiance than his words, but his tone remains softly obedient. The game, it seems, is far from

Ruheng can't help but shift restlessly under Erik's gaze, feeling both exposed and protected in his new clothes. He chafes at the idea of being forced into something so un- concubinelike, yet is grateful for the return to a more familiar type of attire.

subtle smile playing on his lips, he moves to Erik's side. "Yes, my Lord," he greets softly, offering a brief, chaste kiss to Erik's cheek before moving back to give him space again. "Shall we go?"

Ruheng takes the cloak from Erik, his fingers brushing against the rough fabric for a moment before he drapes it over his shoulders. He mounts the horse with quiet dignity, careful not to show any sign of discomfort or fatigue. Once in front of Erik, he leans back against him slightly, relishing in the warmth and strength that radiates from his new master.

"No, my Lord," he murmurs softly, his breath tickling against Erik's neck. "I think you will find that you have only just begun to explore all the ways I can serve you." His eyes meet those of Erik challengingly, daring him to push further.

Ruheng can sense the change in Erik's energy, can feel the tension and heat emanating from his powerful body. He smirks inwardly, knowing that he has hit upon something that will only make their time together more interesting.

"You are a strong and capable leader, my Lord," he murmurs softly, feeling the heat of Erik's body through the thin fabric of his tunic. "It is only natural that you should want a partner who is equally as strong and independent. I am yours to command, but that does not mean I will be a weak, passive vessel for your desires." He shifts slightly, rubbing lightly against Erik's lap in a gesture that is both teasing and inviting.

Ruheng lets out a small moan as Erik's arm wraps around him, his body pressed closely against the other man's. He can feel the heat radiating off him, smell the musky scent of his arousal.

He grins wickedly at Erik's words, reveling in the power he seems to have over him. "Oh, my Lord," he murmurs softly, leaning back against Erik with a sultry smile. "Why should you be frustrated? I am yours to command, after all. If your desire is to fuck me, then so be it. And if you'd like me to fuck you instead...well, I'd be more than happy to oblige." He runs his hand down Erik's thigh, brushing teasingly against the growing hardness there.

Ruheng chuckles softly, amused by Erik's attempt at intimidation. "Of course, my Lord," he agrees easily, knowing full well that this game of power and desire was far from over.

He leans into Erik again, his lips brushing against the strong jawline. "You know I could never be just an object, my Lord," he whispers softly. "You might own me, body and soul, but I am still your most treasured possession." His hand slides up under Erik's cloak, seeking out the hard heat of his master's erection. With a secret smile, he begins to stroke him through the fabric of his breeches, his touch light but insistent.

"And as for your ass..." He nibbles g

ently at the sensitive skin just below Erik's ear, his fingers still working him to full hardness. "I think you'll find that I can be quite persuasive when I want to be, my Lord. But for now, rest assured that I will do everything in my power to make you forget your frustration." He licks his way down Erik's neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh just above his collarbone.

Ruheng's eyes widen slightly as Erik grabs his chin, his touch rough and commanding. But then he just chuckles, letting go of the hardening cock through Erik's breeches and settling back into the saddle.

"Very well, my Lord," he agrees easily, his tone light and casual. "But trust me, we will have plenty of time to indulge our desires very soon." He leans back against Erik again, feeling the tension in the other man's muscles almost as if it were his own.

"For now, let us focus on the task at hand. We have a long ride ahead of us, and I would not want to give you any distractions." With that, he falls silent, his eyes half-closed as he surreptitiously studies Erik's profile. He can feel the heat of his body still, smell his musky scent…and

Ruheng can sense Erik's embarrassment and smiles to himself, finding it endearing how he was affected by their closeness. He looks back at Erik, his eyes flickering down to the other man's groin before meeting his gaze once more.

"I would like nothing more, my Lord," he replies with a sly grin. "But let us not be hasty. We both know how much you need me - not just for my company, but for the pleasures we can share together. Whether we are within your city walls or not, I will always be at your service." He shifts slightly in his saddle, the movement drawing attention to the way his trousers cling tightly to his lean form.

"As for the journey," he continues smoothly, ignoring the effect his body was having on Erik. "I trust that you have made all necessary preparations. We shall travel

Ruheng lets out a small sigh of relief as they both dismount the horse, his body humming with desire and anticipation. His eyes meet Erik's, locking onto them with a fiery intensity.

"I know, my Lord," he whispers softly. "But is that not what makes us so perfect together? You are the master, the ruler, the one who wields all the power…but I am the one who can make you forget your worries and responsibilities. I am the one who can make you feel pleasure beyond anything you have ever known."

He steps forward, his hands sliding up Erik's chest and around the back of his neck. Leaning in, he presses his lips softly against Erik's, the kiss gentle but filled with heat and promise. When he pulls away, he looks into Erik's eyes once more, feeling the tightening of his own loins.

Ruheng responds eagerly to Erik's kiss, melding their lips and bodies together. As Erik leans back against the tree, Ruheng presses against him, running his hands down the other man's muscular torso hungrily.

He breaks away from the kiss just enough to whisper hotly against Erik's mouth. "Not since I was a younger man, exploring the forests near my family home. But I have dreamed of being taken by you under the open sky, with nothing but nature as our witness."

His hands move to hastily undo Erik's breeches, fingers grazing the hard length within. "What do you say, my lord?" he breathes, nipping lightly at Erik's lip. "Will you claim me here and make me yours, with all the earth as our bed?" The anticipation is burning within him, along with

Ruheng laughs, a rich sound that mingles with the muted noises of the forest around them. Arousal surging through him at the thought of taking Erik in such an intimate way, he can barely contain it any longer.

He pulls back just long enough to look into Erik's eyes, hunger burning in his own. "Very well, my lord," he purrs softly. "Whatever you wish, I will do for you." With that, he turns and moves back towards the tree, pushing Erik down onto it firmly but gently.

His hands move to undo the ties of his own trousers, quickly kicking them off as he kneels between Erik's legs. The other man looks up at him imploringly, brows raised and lips parted slightly. Ruheng leans