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Post by Sun Shang Xiang on Aug 2, 2008 12:44:28 GMT -5
Xiang felt the Lord of Wei, Cao Cao press her harder onto the desk. It made her feel alive, loved and important, something she hadn't felt too much of in recent times. Her brothers would talk war with their father, whilst Xiang tried everything to impress them so they would allow her to do the same. It never worked, but now she had Cao Cao, a person who would willingly let her fulfill her dreams. He wasn't over-protective, some might call him abusive, but to her he was the perfect option.
He taunted her once more, calling her more a man than he, and that brought the perfect ammunition for Xiang to use. That would have been the case if she hadn't been kissed roughly then and there and felt his hand move down her thigh. He was beginning to drive her insane, her feelings of lust had to be quenched soon... that was probably his main game, trying to make her be the one to give in and beg for his attention.
Soon his kiss broke and with a gasp of air to her lungs she spoke."I didn't know you got so aroused by men, my Lord." She gave him a cocky smirk because of her reply, it was sure to irritate the man who had so many women on his shoulders and she couldn't wait to see his response.
"Unless you want to take what you said back." She gave an angellic smile of innocence. This was a turn up for the books, Xiang was defying the normal order of power by suggesting Cao Cao should apologise, of course that was unlikely, but she grinned inside to see if she could actually make him. To make matters worse on Cao cao's part her right hand had moved down and begun to move down his chest, teasing him, and never moving down past his lower torso... could the lord of Wei keep on resisting his urges?
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Post by Cao Cao on Aug 2, 2008 13:31:46 GMT -5
The Wei lord had controlled many things in his life, mostly people, and the others material possessions, such as cities, wealth, and administrative responsibilities. He had held influence over the people that could be compared to that of a deity, and within his own city, lord Mengde’s dreams were enough to prophesise the future of China. Not once did he need a powerful physique or personal strength to hold such authority. It was his words. His very lexis could strike down buildings, have men’s souls turn from their bodies, and yet now, here, laid before him, was a woman who believed she could banter on the same level as this wordsmith. Her smirk gave her the most seductive of qualities to a man who thrived on expressions and emotions, and no other creature could possibly arouse Mengde more than she did at the present time.
To his taunts, she struck back with a sharp wit to Cao Cao’s loins, daring to question his sexuality. The kiss was broken, and the Wei lord gazed upon his prey with a somewhat curious look. His hand squeezed her petite visage, still examining it from side to side, before loosening away from it, his expression becoming far more wicked. Playfully, he batted her each cheek with his hand in a mocking slap, barely strong enough to even recognise, but present, taunting again, yet above all, proving the control over his emotions.
Soon however he felt the girls soft hand move across his chest, downwards to craved depths. Matching her movements, Cao’s own hand slid further up along lady Xiang’s bare thigh, moving further inward and grazing devilishly across her crotch. Her angelic smiles could not mask the clear desire she had to be touched, to have the lustful motions that Cao continued to deny her. With this movement of his hand however, he made it clear as to what he wanted, and it was only a matter of thin, silky clothing that prevented this wild connection from occurring. Growling into a whisper, Cao then responded to all the taunts.
“I’ll take it back when you can resist my charms.. And are not so easy as this, my slave.” With his hand pressed against the inside of her thigh, he pressed the girls legs wider just slightly, letting his usual, devilish grin cross his lips. His eyes locked back onto hers, fire raging behind them, just wanting her to react.
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Post by Sun Shang Xiang on Aug 2, 2008 14:12:18 GMT -5
She awaited her Lord's response, expecting some kind of retaliaton of words or actions. Would he slap her? or would he play along? His reaction however was slightly surprising as he let go of her face and begun slapping it ever so slightly, seemingly doing a bit of both of her presumptions. The slaps were weak, and only designed to show SSX her place, she took them well, hardly moving after all she still had her secret weapon.
Her hand moved downwards, but she suddenly had the look of shock on her face as Cao Cao seemed unphased and he followed suite. Had he really had so many women that he was that used to it? She hadn't done anything like that, her family only allowing her to be with men of high power and standing and of their choosing, so Mengde had a serious advantage.
Then came his reply in words, and her eyes met his to see if she could find some kind of weakness to use. He had none, his devilish grin showing her all she had to know... he wasn't going to be beat by some woman with no actualy experience. She sighed, almost with a growl, conceding defeat. "Fine... you win." She spoke giving in. She extended her arms upwards and brought Cao Cao in for another passionate kiss and pressed against him, giving him all the hints he needed.
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Post by Cao Cao on Aug 2, 2008 14:28:34 GMT -5
The moment had come, and the time had arrived for this pair of fiery lovers. Today they may have their passion, but tomorrow was a completely new day in their volatile relationship, and with Cao Cao’s almost sadistic pleasures, the abuse and the wicked wit could easily slide back into the fray. He took the poor girl from her home, and turned her into a pariah, simply for his own games and ambitions. Wei’s lord laid across his princesses supple body, engaged her with the passionate kiss, and closed his eyes in the fiery moment. (And fade to black.. You perverts )
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Post by Sun Shang Xiang on Aug 8, 2008 19:08:43 GMT -5
It had been several weeks now since the new member of the Cao Family had arrived. In that time Xiang had taken primary care over the newborn, partly due to her lack of trust in the servants in taking care of the child, and of course the sense of parenthood was firmly in her subconscious. However a question marked remained over whether she could part herself from the child and help her Lord in battle against Ma Chao.
"Are you sure he'll be fine here? I'm not leaving him unless he's safe." She asked Lord Cao Cao, standing inside his study, the place most likely the child was "made".
She walked in further, carrying the young Cao in her arms, and leant over to take a look at the map of which Mengde would plan to fight the Golden Horde leader. They were merely initial plans, how Cao Cao would perhaps go about fighting his opponent, presuming formations he may use and Xiang could see a clear fault in the current rehersal and cleared her throat before she spoke.
"If you do that you're leaving yourself open to a flank. He'll probably look to hurt you using both defence and offence." She wasn't the military expert, but she would still pick out faults in plans if it helped. She had a bit of a sly grin on her face, feeling the enjoyment of combat once more, a sudden need to fight struck her, she decided then she would go to war.
"I guess you'll need me after all to keep you're plans in check."
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Post by Lyle on Aug 8, 2008 23:28:10 GMT -5
A small fly whizzed through the hallway, following the tender aroma of the first time mother. She was quite lovely, at least to a fly's standards. If he'd know better, the fly would have whizzed off in another direction, that woman was Cao Cao's now, there would be no pity for even the smallest infraction by the smallest of creatures.
That is, if he could get off his lazy arse and accomplish such a task. Old pathetic Cao Cao.. sitting around knowing he had a little minx in the sack waiting for him.
Wait, flies don't think like that.
"Come in alpha-major, do you read me?"
Yuan Shao made some disturbances noises and then spoke into his can, rattling a few words quietly down a line of string into another, matching can. The shiny can that was several feet away was placed firmly up to Gao Lan's ear, which was attached to a head, attached to a large warrior like body. Never the less, he was a fine man for this mission.
"Not like that!"
"My- my lord! You'll crash!"
Yuan Shao wrestled the gizmo from his general's hands, nearly breaking it in the process. A moment later he was planted down on a chair next to his vassal and maneuvering a small joystick that was attached to a box, attached to an antenna that all lead to a small fly deep within the caverns of Xu Chang. Shao opened his eyes wide in shock and blinked twice when he finally noticed the little Sun girl and her precious Cao Cao. They were rather close, and without a though Benchu licked his lips. He called back around his shoulder, "Popcorn, I need popcorn, and who broke the damn vcr!?"
Gao Lan sighed, his face red by his lord's manners. Thank god there wasn't but a few guards stationed around.
"Sir, watch out, you almost missed the green thing." Gao Lan attempted at correcting his lords flying, but only received a quick retort from Benchu, "I know how to play, dammit."
Deep within Ye the small fly buzzed around, viewing the chambers and eventually finding the little child that was of so much talk lately. It landed on the Child's cheek and then flew off, Shao laughing at his brilliance in landing and then taking of again... had he been drinking again?
The two carried on in their secret mission, evaluating their future opponent and, hopefully, host. One must always be informed, mused Shao as he looked over in the distance for a second, making sure that he was keeping an eye on his own city. He was startled by Gao Lan's grasp and reply, "My lord.. watch out!"
'WHERE?!"
"Quick sir, do a barrel roll!"
Thinking quickly, Shao hopped to his feet and brought the lanky console with him and attempt at doing a barrel roll to avoid SSX's rather large behind. He sure knew how to pick them, mused Shao again. His body meanwhile contorted, like he was actually performing the act himself. A second later though he realized his error as he came tumbling to the ground and landed firmly on his gizmo machine.
Gao Lan sighed, sulking his head low as he held firmly onto his beard, hoping to find some wisdom there. Shao meanwhile looked heart broken, his toy now destroyed and fun now nowhere to be found. In disgust he mocked doing the barrel roll again and then spoke with dissatisfaction, "And I spent all my googles on that... damn ebay."
The pair exited the room, leaving the destruction on the floor. Shao went out for a walk; Gao Lan contemplated thrusting himself off the side of the castle, but figured the fall wouldn't be just enough to kill him. He laughed at the though, his mind a bit aloof after the events.
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Post by Cao Cao on Aug 9, 2008 8:16:43 GMT -5
The new child had arrived into the Cao family, the legacy of Wei cradled lovingly in the lady Xiang’s arms, and would act, under Mengde’s eyes, as the heir of an emperor. While Cao would usually wish for his children to be placed under the care of the numerous servants and officials trained to cater for newborns, this spawn was of two great families, and would need its true parental care. By creating this early bond, he established himself firmly in the child’s life, and thus equally would dominate his future.
At the present time however Mengde’s mind was flooded with concern and worry about the dangerous and aggressive Mengqi, whom could wash over China like a deadly plague at any moment without notice. The plans he had drawn up on various parchments were little more than scribbles, the crazed drawings of a man in fear, a man who may indeed face his maker. A deep frown was constantly set within the Wei lords brow, as he tossed aside parchment after parchment, realising each was just as futile as the others. It was then that his beautiful young princess spoke, carrying his child, and attempting to correct him on military plans. Slowly turning his head, he addressed the girls interruptions as delicately as he could.
“The child will be fine.. He is safer here than on the battlefield woman.” Mengde shook his head slightly, turning back to his desk and reeling over another piece of parchment, this time writing instead a formal, in-depth letter that would be quickly spread like wildfire around the lands. The message within it however was too under Cao’s personal scrutiny, each one tossed aside for a new one, with different wording.. He would spend many hours doing these things daily, and indeed, such an issue needed perfection. Slamming his writing implement down, he finally turned back to the lady Xiang, without any prompt, and began speaking slowly.
“All I need you for, my dear, is to kill a lot of enemy soldiers, to ring their necks, and make them think that vile creature Mortiss is a welcome change after dealing with you.” Cao smirked, and had somewhat grown a little too anxious, again the fear of the mighty Ma Chao taking control of all of his bodily senses and emotions. It would all soon end regardless.
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Post by Sun Shang Xiang on Aug 9, 2008 8:33:06 GMT -5
Xiang sensed her Lord was worrisome. Evidently fighting Ma Chao was not something Cao Cao was looking forward to, he seemed almost afraid of the man, something Xiang never thought would happen from Mengde, the Hero of Chaos. Why did he fear Ma Chao so much? sure he was strong, but strength alone would not defeat Wei in battle, the Golden Horde needed something much more to find victory, an x factor few men wielded.
"Ma Chao is like my father, powerful, charismatic, passionate about battle, but like my father he does not have the cunning and intellect my Lord has." She started speaking, trying to calm Cao Cao down however she could. "You are giving the man far too much credit, it is fear that is his greatest ally, if you falter through fear, you will lose, you need to be fearless, and trust in your abilities." These were the sorts of words you would not expect from the daughter of Sun Jian, but then again under the leadership and guidance of Cao Cao, you would expect her to gain some additional characteristics on top of her fiery nature.
She turned handing the baby to a servant who promptly left the room to tend to its needs. Xiang stood behind Mengde, hooking her arms around his neck and leant her head on his shoulder as if trying to sooth his troubles and show him he was not alone in this fight. "Besides, Ma Chao won't expect me to be fighting there, he won't know what's hit him." She joked.
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Post by Cao Cao on Aug 9, 2008 19:04:06 GMT -5
With a frown deeply set within his troubled visage, Cao remained somewhat unfazed by the comforting words of the beautiful lady Xiang. Her voice rang out with an impeccable tone, every word sweet like the tune of a hummingbird, yet they all fell deaf upon Mengde’s distracted mind. She was comparing two great tigers of the land, summarising their talents and weaknesses with such succinct precision, going so far as to pierce Cao’s judgement with some softly placed criticism. Like the mighty wall of China itself, the lord would not crumble from this barrage of solace, and continued to stare hard down upon the piece of parchment before him.
Even her affection and light hearted humour could not penetrate the granite surface that was Cao Mengde, the man who held his deepest thoughts and emotions behind a locked mental gate. At her touch he still let out a weak smile, courtesy having not yet escaped him, but his gaze was forever locked upon the half written letter beneath her, the beat of his writing tool rapping against the wooden desk the only beat ringing in his ears now. Sighing, he finally let a few words escape.
“Mengqi is an aggressive beast, and commands a horde of men ready to crash down upon us at any moment. Are you sure you’re truly ready?” His tone was not one of concern, nor of intrigue, the brief comment was only there to placate the fiery woman’s desire to please her lord, and ever show her devotion to fighting for him. He too enjoyed hearing such devotion, and would adore the attention. Dull and dim, Mengde was seemingly uninspired, though his mind soon flared back up as his true weapon of destruction, the pen, was grasped between his fingers once again.
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Post by Lyle on Aug 10, 2008 15:46:52 GMT -5
Yuan Shao entered the castle, amazed at the brilliance of the city. An Emperor could live here, he noted. A few prized paintings and sculptures caught his eye, and he was about to turn to speak with Zhang He on their 'beauty,' but he quickly stopped himself, realizing he was all alone. Even the Wei guards, who were steadfast to lead him here, had left him it seemed. Maybe he had taken a wrong turn, that was possible, though it didn't seem like there were many ways to do so.
He continued to wonder on, his left hand playfully resting on his sword while his right swished through the air. In his mind an orchestra played; he was preparing himself for the meeting with the Cao. Benchu surmised that Cao Cao wouldn't be so happy to see him, even if he was coming to 'aid' the feudal lord. In their childhood and their raise to fame, they'd been friends, but a distinct event in their life had driven them far from each other. When one thought of the other, a horrible taste came to their mouth.
Even still, if Cao Cao was smart, he'd allow Shao to be himself and respect the lord, for the Yuan did indeed want to help him in the battle.
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"Ah.." A painting singled what Shao immediately thought would be Cao Cao's hall, or quarters, or where-ever-in-hell he was. Deciding that the subtle was for the weak, he firmly opened the doors.. revealing something he did not expect. Cao Cao's private chambers, a small woman walking around, and a cradle off in the distance. Ah, but that was Cao Cao, right over there, wasn't it?
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Outside in the castle's rear, a black van rolled up. Gao Lan, dressed as a plumber, began to gather the supplies in the back of the fan, it seemed the there was a problem in Xu Chang, one that required his talents.
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Post by Cao Cao on Aug 11, 2008 8:43:52 GMT -5
As Benchu would slowly meander through the castle, unchecked by the guards, who were either too busy with preparations, or simply believed he had permission to enter, he would witness the true splendour and grandeur of Xu Chang. Endless rows of paintings, beautifully and impeccably crafted sculptures, and hung parchments containing the most elegant of poetry adorned all of the walls leading to Cao Cao’s private chambers, each one showing the lords tastes and hobbies. Despite the chaos outside of the city in preparing to advance, the interior of the majestic palace remained serenely quiet, the only noise being the echoing footsteps of Benchu’s descent upon the private chambers.
The two great warlords shared a history together like no other. Nations had formed great rivalries, even continents would fight bitterly against one enough for century’s in order to obtain dominance; these all fell short to the dangerous and volatile connection lord Mengde and lord Benchu had. It had been a long time since the two men spoke, many battles had ravaged China, and a few tyrants had claimed their dominance over the land. Despite their bitterness to one another, the lesser of the present two evils would need to be ignored, in order to focus upon the grave apocalypse that was Ma Chao.
Benchu would enter the chambers themselves and witness a sight he had not expected. In the corner was a young servant, catering to Cao’s newborn child, while sat at the main desk, fully adorned in his regal battle armour, was none other than Mengde himself. He was finalising his thoughts once again in a written form, the parchments ever stacked high in a disorganised mess. The bursting arrival of Yuan Shao soon turned the lords head, and set in the sternest and most piercing of looks the Wei lord had mustered.
“Benchu…” Cao’s utterance was involuntary, as he quickly stood up from his desk, not in an aggressive or belligerent stance, but one of cold and bitter reverence. He had heard of Shao’s recent victories, his gathering of great men, his stunning success over Dong Zhuo. Mengde may have been bitter towards the man, yet he always had respect for his achievements. The two held such similarities, such a close bond in ambition and thought, yet god forbid the man who would dare suggest the two be friends. Stepping closer, each footstep slow and careful, Mengde prepared his next words.
“You’re here about Mengqi I take it? You could have gone straight to Qing Ni pass, Shao, but I suppose we are long overdue a talk.” A brief smirk crossed the Wei lords lips at this last comment, now awaiting the infamous Yuan’s response.
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Post by Lyle on Aug 11, 2008 15:47:50 GMT -5
Cao Cao was as suave as ever, also a straight shooter, Shao easily sensed. In many ways so was Benchu, but of course it was those very fine details that the two had shared which drove them apart. As young-lings, as children mixed in with the nobles, they had been happy with each other. Before long, however, the importance of duty and responsibility drove a wedge between the two; for now they hated each other with sheer brilliance. Just the other day, Shao had been wondering about the battles ahead and had made it certain that Xu Chang would be at the end; if one we're to stand then the other could not at all he remarked. There would be no shadow for the other in the sun, the war and rivalry they share is a cold one for now however, with events like Chang An taking place.
After Cao Cao had spoken Shao turned, admiring the quarters and disguising his laughing. As horrible as he was, as much as he'd hated Cao Cao for as long as he has, he found the situation funny. "I'm here to steal your baby." No, he couldn't go about it like that. He even feared that he'd lost his nerve already, the wait had been long, especially hard on his mind. Nothing was too certain anymore, but this had to be done anyways. Calmly with a flare of detached resentment he spoke and avoided the comments upon Mengqi, "I missed you in Lou Yang, Mengde. Battle no longer seems to be a sporting game, without you involved."
Benchu turned around finally, his face lacking emotion so as to help him go on the attack. "It seems your to make up for it though.. then again, your drawing us all into a war against a western scum, when you didn't even stand with us to rid the Empire of tyranny." Shao flanked the Wei Lord, moving nearer to the child, he stopped and smiled after coming into view of the small baby. He hadn't realized the thing would be so darn cute. "A future ruler, he looks nothing like it, so young and so innocent. We may not be friends lord Cao Cao, but I hope you do not mind me on congratulating you on such an occasion."
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