Fanfiction: Mo Yuan and Shao Wan - Chapter 31a (Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms 三生三世十里桃花)

Chapter 31a

written by kakashi and panda 
Which means: explicit sexual content

Shao Wan stretched lazily in Mo Yuan’s arms. Having somebody hold her was entirely new to her, but Mo Yuan had hugged her close like it was something important to him, so she had stopped trying to wiggle away. In fact, it was quite warm and cozy and his skin against hers felt nicer than a silk robe. It helped that the platform now felt infinitely more comfortable with an addition of several plush pillows and a very thick fur bedspread. When Mo Yuan had got his powers back those had been the first things she had told him to get. There really was no need for bruised backs when one had immortal powers.

When the seal on his own powers had dissolved, Mo Yuan had transformed right before her eyes. She had never seen anything like it: he had changed from a mortal man with a handsome face into a god with an aura so powerful, she could feel it despite her suppressed abilities. She wondered whether Mo Yuan’s seal on her powers was already weakening for her to be so sensitive to the energy emanating from him. She was still feeling dizzy from how his seal kept slamming back her phoenix powers every time she climaxed, but the effect had indeed become less of a strain as time progressed. Not that she would tell him.

It had been a very busy night - well, day and night really, with no sleep for the both of them so far. Lying there all warm and cozy and feeling very sleepy, she wondered again about the women Mo Yuan had been with. Never before had she been intimate with a man who satisfied her so quickly with so little effort and made her crave him again immediately after. It was either wrong what people said about his celibacy or she had completely mistaken the activities of a Taoist monk. This kind of skill had to come with practice.

“So this is what you have been doing in your cave all these years?” she marvelled.

“No, Shao Wan. I’m usually alone here.”

“True, it is never quite as satisfying when you’re alone.”

Half laughing, half outraged, he murmured something about the shamelessness of demon women into her hair, but she paid him no heed. She turned around to look at him. “With whom did you practice? The Fox Woman?”

She meant no offense, she was merely curious, but it was clear he did not like that she brought up the Fox. She saw a shadow on his face, a flash of anger and that made her own familiar anger rise in response immediately. If he had to hide something, she would make sure it didn’t stay hidden for long.

“Did you? I know you put me into her old room, I can still smell her.”

“I told you before that she was my disciple here”, he snapped, “stop implying we were lovers.”

“Don’t all people think that about you and Si Yin? I don’t care if you were ... I only care if it was Yao Guang, I hate her.”

“I want you to stop this conversation immediately,” he said, with a voice as cold as ice.

Like he could tell her what to do! Did he think that she would cower just because he looked at her all scary and intimidating?

“Why? Does your Celestial propriety not allow you to speak about this? Or do you fear to hear that Cheng Yin is a more capable lover?”

That shut him up alright. He even sat up and it looked like he wanted to get dressed. Normally, she would have considered this a win, but things were not as they had been. Quickly, she grabbed him from behind and yanked him back down, so that his exquisite back was pressed against her breasts.

“I will not ask again if it upsets you so much,” she whispered into his ear, feeling the rock hard muscles of his stomach underneath her hands, realizing how tense he was.

He remained silent, broody and quite still. She shouldn’t have mentioned Cheng Yin, she concluded. It was uncalled for. Talking to Mo Yuan was much harder than fighting him or sleeping with him, she had a lot to learn. She thought about saying “don’t fret, he is not, as far as I can tell,” but decided against it, a bit anxious she would make things even worse.

“Mo Yuan, it hurts.”

“Am I too heavy?” he disentangled himself from her arms, sitting up again and turning to face her. He looked mildly concerned, despite his anger. An honorable fool, always, but that’s who he was. It was a strength and a weakness at the same time.

“No, my leg hurts.”


“Here.” She took his hand and placed it at the very top of her right thigh. “I think it helps if you massage it.”

He snorted, halfway amused by her clumsy attempt to make peace with him. Well, at least she had his attention. The mere thought of how close his hand was to her zones of pleasure made her pant. He moved it, slowly ... down and away. He was still cross.

“Mo Yuan, it hurts up there,” she begged, using what she believed was her most alluring, cutest voice.


“Yes, please, a lot. It must be one of my wounds acting up.”

He shook his head.

“I need you to touch me,” she insisted.

His eyes narrowed. “Are you begging me now?”

“N… no. No, I’m not. You know, I will just touch myself. Do you want to watch?”

She moved her fingers to her opening and started to slowly stroke herself, looking straight at him. She could not get enough of the expression on his face when he looked at her.

“Heavens, woman,” he said hoarsely.

It did not take long after this for his hand to move to where she wanted it. As it made contact with her folds and Mo Yuan felt how wet she was, his eyes flared. She started to feel that familiar heat in her belly as he slowly moved his fingers up and down the length of her vulva, peeling her open and stroking every layer. But when she saw him bend his head down to follow up with his lips, she stiffened involuntarily.

He stopped immediately. “Something the matter, Shao Wan?”

“No… nothing.”

Hell. What she felt was apprehension, tinged with fear. Only a fool would present her most delicate body parts to a man so powerful without considering the risk. Truth was, she had never before felt so exposed before a man. Either they had been weak to begin with or she had tied them up before she had made them serve her. She swallowed down her fear. She’d be damned, he would never know.

“Continue with what you were doing,” she commanded.

Mo Yuan looked at her with those dark eyes of his and she suddenly feared he might be able to look deep into her, unearthing all she wanted to keep hidden. It made her squirm in near panic. This was decidedly not going the way she wanted it. At least, he seemed to have forgotten his anger.

“Celestial, come here,” she said and reached up to pull him close to her, to break this unwelcome eye contact. But he resisted. He sat there unmoving, both hands firmly planted on the platform, his eyes locked to hers, measuring her.

“Let me be clear,” he then said, his voice low and raspy, “after what you just did, I want to lick you. I want to taste you. I want you writhing above me. I want your nails to dig into my shoulders and I want you to scream my name when you come.”

Instantly, a wave of lust flooded her. She was so flustered she could barely think. Ye Heavens, what was she going to do? She nodded mutely.

“Good,” he said and bent his head once again. This time, he trailed kisses from her neck to her shoulders. He moved his lips down her body, lightly pecking at her breasts, sliding one palm between her thighs. His fingers took up their light teasing again until she started writhing on their makeshift bed.

Her body felt strung tight like a zither, waiting for his lips to get to her centre that was pulsating and yearning for him. When he finally did slide lower and took her in his mouth, sucking and licking, she came apart. She arched up, her hands on his shoulders, his name a moan on her lips.

She let the waves of pleasure wash over her before she opened her eyes. He was still between her thighs.

“Mo Yuan…”

“I am not done yet, Shao Wan,” he said and he put his lips back on her nether lips. His tongue darted out and grazed her already over sensitized nub, sending fresh thrills of pleasure right up her spine and into her every nerve ending. The sensation made her clench her thighs, but he reached up and firmly pried them open and apart again. He worked his mouth expertly and she began to writhe afresh as he switched between licking her nub in both up and down and circular motions. The sensation was painfully exquisite and by the time she had her next release, she screamed his name. She could not help it. He would be happy now. Good.

“Shao Wan, I like the way you taste. But now I need to come inside of you,” he said breathing heavily, sliding up and into position above her.

She was utterly spent by now, but when she looked at him and his obvious need for her, she forgot. She grabbed his head and bit his earlobe, giving her permission.

He put his hands on her waist, lifted her up slightly and flipped her over with one quick move. As soon as he had entered her, the waves of pleasure started all over again.


Mo Yuan still did not fully understand what was going on with him or where this would end, albeit feeling like someone had turned the world upside down three times was a sensation that had become strangely familiar since the arrival of Shao Wan. She was unpredictable, she continually pushed his boundaries and yet he was happier and felt more alive than he had ever been. When he had waited for Shao Wan at the Lotus Pond, he had come out of seclusion before regaining his full strength, but now, he felt fully healed.

She sat by the edge of his meditation platform, singing a tristful lullaby to Fong Hung. Her dark hair fell in a wild cascade over her back and when he saw her smile at her frog, his pulse skipped a beat and his heart began to race. Heavens, she was so beautiful, so sensual, so real. He could not get enough of her, however often they made love. It was the opposite. The more they made love, the more he wanted of her.

What surprised him the most was his desperate, demanding need to possess her completely. It was no secret to him that she had had many men in her life, but he had foolishly wanted to obliterate all traces of her previous lovers with their coupling. Well, especially the memory of one of them.

She made him do things that were out of his character. She made him talk more than he had ever had and he could not get enough of this either; he wanted to talk even more. He wanted to show her everything he knew and bring her presents and flowers. He wanted to give her his wines to taste and he wanted to hear her praise for it. He wanted to gaze at his favorite mountain tops with her during the full moon.

He was completely enthralled - this was the first time in his entire life he had done anything so wildly impulsive or without thinking about the consequences.

Consequences… damn.

“Shao Wan, I…,” he cleared his throat. “I have a question,” he finished, feeling very uncomfortable.

“Yes, Celestial?”

That brought a smile to his face. It was very endearing that she tried to keep up the distance and called him “Celestial” unless she was in the throes of passion. Then, it was a throaty “Mo Yuan”, and it made him… He shook his head. What pitiful lack of control, he thought, I’m distracted yet again.

“Shao Wan, what erm … day … erm … part … of …” his words trailed off.

Thinking furiously, he finally settled on “I think I should go to Zhe Yan to get some contraceptive peaches... or do you by any chance have some other protection with you?”

He held his breath while frantically praying it was the latter option. He really did not want to experience his friends’ teasing, which he knew would be more brutal than anything he’d known before. Or could he possibly ask Ye Hua to help him out? Heavens, what was he thinking!

She looked at him slightly quizzical and then burst into gales of laughter. When she was done, she pushed her hair out of her eyes and crawled back to the top of the platform next to him.

“Celestial, I was puzzled as to what could make you stammer so,” she said, a hint of laughter remaining in her voice, “are you too shy to ask me about my womanly matters? Well, yes, I will need protection, but not your Celestial peaches, they make me sick. If only I had my powers...”

Mo Yuan knew she was trying to bait him into yet another conversation about unsealing her powers, but he just smiled at her, glad it was her doing the teasing and not Zhe Yan or Dijun, and lightly shook his head.

Sighing in exasperation, she continued: “If you get me with child because I lack my powers, you’re dead.” She made a point to give him an evil side eye before continuing: “However, it’s fortunate I know the recipe to make the potion. At least I think I remember it correctly-”

Smiling mischievously, she continued: “You are going to have to send one of your virginal boys to the mortal realm to get me the ingredients.”

Mo Yuan’s smile froze on his face.

“They will be so scandalized,” she said with much too much satisfaction.

Chapter 31b