In the flickering lamplight of their 13th-century bedchamber, silk curtains drawn against the night, Yu Jing watched her husband Wei Zheng settle beside the cradle where their youngest, Mo, slept soundly. The general's broad shoulders bore the weight of campaigns, yet here he was, a father at peace. She, however, burned with a different fire. Strong and unyielding as the wife of a warrior, she rose from the bed, her voice a sharp whisper laced with wit. "My fierce general, conqueror of borders, yet tonight you seem conquered by slumber. Shall I remind you of the battles we wage best in private?"
Wei Zheng turned, eyes darkening with hunger as she approached. "Yu Jing, my clever strategist, you always strike when least expected. What plot brews in that mind of yours?" Their lips met in a fierce kiss, tongues dancing like swords in duel, hands roaming with building urgency. She pressed against his hard chest, feeling his cock stir beneath his robes, her own body awakening with the sensitivity motherhood had sharpened. Kisses trailed to necks, breaths mingling in panting anticipation, tension coiling like a drawn bow.
With deliberate grace, Yu Jing undressed him first, peeling away layers to reveal his unchanged, muscled form. "Look at you, still carved like jade," she murmured, her strong hands stroking his length. She knelt, taking his cock into her mouth for a slow, teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as he groaned. "Witty as ever, wife," he rasped, fingers in her hair. "But don't think this surrender comes easy." She worked him deeper, wet sounds filling the air, his cock throbbing under her skilled lips until he was rock hard and dripping.
Wei Zheng pulled her up, his passion igniting into something rougher. He undressed her slowly, exposing the body changed by four children—her stomach softer, breasts sagging slightly from nursing. Yu Jing faltered, self-conscious, her voice edged with guilt. "My body betrays me, husband. Yours remains unyielding while mine... I feel unworthy after Mo's birth." He growled, anger flashing in his eyes at her doubt. "Unworthy? Foolish woman, your strength bore my heirs. Now feel my punishment for such thoughts."
His hands, callused from sword and bow, gripped her ass firmly, mouth descending to lavish her sensitive breasts. He suckled hungrily, tongue lapping at the milk meant for his son, the taste driving him wild. "Horny for me already, dripping wet," he taunted with filthy talk, fingers plunging into her pussy. Yu Jing moaned, body arching responsively, more sensitive than ever. "You chuckle now, but I am no weakling," she shot back wittily, yet yielded to the roughness as he bent her over, entering her with punishing thrusts. His cock filled her pussy deeply, ass slapping against him, sweat glistening on their skin.
"Take it, my changed goddess," Wei Zheng panted, rough and passionate, dirty words spilling as he pounded her. "This pussy grips me tighter, your ass fuller—motherhood made you mine anew." She came first, crying out, then he followed, cum spilling hot inside her as they collapsed, sweating and panting. He lapped more milk from her breasts, chuckling at her heightened sensitivity. "See? Your body sings for me now, every touch amplified. I love these changes, the way you drip and respond—proof of our life together."
Yu Jing, strong once more in his arms, smiled. "Then claim me again, general, but know I lead next." As they lay entwined, the cradle's soft breaths a reminder, Wei Zheng whispered of battles yet to come in their shared nights, hinting at desires that would unfold across chapters ahead.
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