In the flickering lamplight of their 13th-century bedchamber, Yu Jing settled their youngest, Mo, into the cradle with a soft lullaby. The general's wife turned to her husband, Wei Zheng, who sat polishing his sword by the window. The air thickened with unspoken hunger as she crossed the room, her silk robes whispering against the floor. "Husband, the night grows long, and your blade has rested enough," she said with a sharp smile, her eyes gleaming with challenge. Wei Zheng looked up, his broad frame tense from campaigns, and replied, "Wife, you speak as boldly as you command our household. What mischief stirs in that clever mind?" She laughed softly, pulling him to the bed. "Mischief that begins with you yielding to me first."
Yu Jing pushed him onto the silk sheets and began undressing him with deliberate fingers, peeling away his robes to reveal the hard planes of his chest and the growing hardness between his legs. "Your cock already stirs for me, General," she teased, her voice laced with wit. "Does battle leave you so eager, or is it the promise of your wife's mouth?" Wei Zheng groaned, his hands fisting the sheets. "You know how to disarm a man, Yu Jing. But speak less and act more, lest I turn the tables." She knelt between his thighs, taking his thick cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before sucking him deep. He panted, hips bucking slightly as she worked him with wet, rhythmic strokes, her hands gripping his ass for leverage.
The blowjob built slowly, her lips sliding along his length while she hummed approval at his swelling hardness. "By the ancestors, your mouth is a weapon," Wei Zheng muttered, sweat beading on his brow. She pulled back briefly, smirking. "And you taste of victory, husband. Shall I make you come now, or draw it out like your endless strategies?" He chuckled darkly but let her continue, his cock throbbing as she took him deeper, saliva dripping down her chin. His release came with a guttural groan, cum spilling hot into her mouth, which she swallowed with a satisfied hum before rising, her own body now flushed and horny.
When Wei Zheng stripped her robes away, Yu Jing hesitated, arms crossing over her changed form. Post-Mo, her stomach remained softly rounded, her breasts fuller yet sagging from nursing four children. "My body betrays me, Wei Zheng," she admitted, voice steady yet edged with vulnerability. "Yours stays unyielding from years of war, while mine bears the marks of motherhood. I feel guilty offering you less than before." He growled, eyes flashing with anger. "Less? You dare think that, wife? Your doubts insult the fire we share."
Wei Zheng's hands, calloused from sword and reins, roamed her skin with punishing intent, cupping her sagging breasts and squeezing until a bead of milk leaked forth. "These are mine now," he said roughly, mouth descending to lap at the sweet droplets meant for their son, swallowing with dark hunger. "Motherhood has made you wetter, more sensitive—your pussy drips at my touch alone." Yu Jing gasped, her strong frame arching as his fingers found her swollen folds, teasing her clit before plunging inside. "You think yourself diminished? Then feel how I punish such foolish words," he snarled, flipping her onto the bed and thrusting his hardening cock into her dripping pussy with rough, deep strokes.
Their coupling turned feral, his hips snapping against her ass as he pounded her from behind, one hand slapping her fuller curves while the other pinched a leaking nipple. "Take it, my horny wife—your changed body drives me mad with need," Wei Zheng panted, sweat slicking their joined forms. "This sensitive cunt clenches so tight, begging for more. I'll fill you until you understand." Yu Jing met him thrust for thrust, her wit unbroken even in pleasure. "Then prove it, General, or is this all your passion yields?" He laughed harshly, flipping her again to suckle her breasts greedily, milk trickling down his chin as he drank.
Wei Zheng's roughness peaked as he drove into her, dirty words spilling forth. "Your ass jiggles so invitingly now, pussy so wet and dripping for my cock. Come for me, or I'll keep you here until dawn." Yu Jing cried out, her orgasm crashing through her heightened senses, body trembling from the motherhood-perked sensitivity. He followed soon after, cum flooding her depths as they both panted in the aftermath, bodies glistening. Collapsing beside her, he traced her curves tenderly yet possessively. "I love this new body, wife—swollen breasts leaking for me, every touch making you wilder. It is because of our children, and I intend to keep you this way."
"You will stay swollen with my child always," he vowed darkly, voice low and promising, "leaking milk for my mouth while I breed you again and again." Yu Jing smiled, strong and unafraid, pulling him close as the night whispered of endless tomorrows.
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