Fangs of Hatred

Author's Note:

Dear Ducklings,

Yeah, I know, it's been a long time... but I'm back with a story that I dare say I'm proud of. The story tags included in publication apply to the story as a whole. Extra tags that may or may not act as SPOILERS or TRIGGER WARNINGS will be given for each specific chapter, which for this first one are: first time, inexperienced, small penis. I hope you enjoy reading

Fangs of Hatred

as much as I enjoy writing it.

With love,

Infatuated Duckling

*****

"One must be either stupid, arrogant or simply ignorant to want to go to Shōuliǎn," the captain of guards said, a mean burly man arboring a silly mustache. "City's taken. The Dragon Emperor's minions broke down the gates and tore the place to shreds. Every building has been burned down, every coin has been plundered, and every woman has been raped. Best to forget the city even ever existed."

Shé glared at the man. He wore the black-and-gold uniform and the ox insignia of the people of Límíngniú. Of

her

people.

"I don't care about your opinion," she said coldly. "I need to know if there are ships bound for Shōuliǎn." Her tone did not leave any room for argumentation, yet she dared not speak too loudly. They were at the harbor's inn, where there were many ears, some of which might not be friendly.

"My ships will not bring you over there, young lady," the captain said gravely. "I need them to defend Zhǎi Gǎng in case the Emperor sets his evil eyes over here next." Anger contorted his mouth uglily. "And merchants will avoid the damned place too. Any living man with a grain of judgement knows not to dwell too close to the wake of the Xīnghóng Army. Those corrupted minions destroy everything that stands in their path and leave only ghosts to tell the tales of their terrible deeds."

Shé had walked for six days and six nights in order to cross Fāyuán Island and reach Zhǎi Gǎng, its only actual city, which she didn't know if it would still even exist, and was not about to give up easily. She glanced around the busy room, where men in robes ate smoked salted fish and drank fermented rice ale.

"What is your name?" she asked the burly man in front of her.

"Name is Fàngsì," he answered cautiously. "I have been the captain of the guards here in Zhǎi Gǎng for nearly twenty years. I speak with knowledge."

"Well, dear Fàngsì, I think we can make an arrangement. There is surely

something

I could do for you."

The large man made a pause at the intended innuendo and considered her for a moment. "I will certainly not send any of my ships to Shōuliǎn, however generous the offer, but I could help you find someone who might."

Her fingers thightened their grip around her purse's shoulder strap. Fàngsì was a disappointment of a man. He was a disgrace. Yet, he might be her only chance.

"Maybe

I

could take you over there," a voice suddenly announced behind her, taking her by surprise. "My

Palemaiden

is bound to Shōuliǎn."

Shé pivoted on her heels, her heart jumping in her chest. A man had stood from one of the tables, wearing strange leather clothes and a large traditional straw hat that hid his features. Once he got closer, he took off his hat and revealed his skin, as pale as a mare's milk, and hair the color of a gold coin. The sight sent a shiver down her spine. There were no white men in Límíngniú nor in the Empire, and the presence of one could only be an ill omen.

"Don't bother the young lady," Fàngsì snapped once he found his composure. "She doesn't need you. Nobody does. Go back to your wretched lands, ghoul."

The white man did not acknowledge the affront. He simply smiled, an enigmatic smile that hid terrible secrets. "I'll bring the lady with me, if she wants to. If she can pay. She will find me upstairs, waiting by my room." The man did not wait for an answer and quickly vanished out of sight.

"A liar and a thief, this one," Fàngsì spat once he knew he wouldn't be heard. "As bad and cruel as any of the Emperor's minions. I'll find you someone more trustworthy, someone who--"

The captain gasped loudly as Shé ignored him and ran up the stairs behind the stranger. She didn't trust the white man much more than she did Fàngsì, but this man had a ship, and that's all that mattered to her. She found him leaning against a wooden pillar, and when he entered his room she followed.

The inn's room was small but cozy, with a single bed and a low table. The curtains were closed and a lone candle lit the room. There were branches of incense too on the table, but none was burning.

"You are sailing to Shōuliǎn," Shé said to the man who sat on the bed. "Take me with you."

The white man stared at her with a crooked smile. Shé took time to study his ugliness. Older than thirty, he had a sharp jawline, a thin nose, wide pink lips and two eyes that shone as blue as the sea. Those were the eyes of a demon. "Close the door," the man instructed her. "There must be as many men in this city who are still loyal to your king down in the south than men who would welcome the arrival of the Emperor from up in the north. Rather stay hidden and safe."

Shé obeyed, but her gaze never left the stranger. He seemed suspiciously calm for a man who had wandered this far from his home.

"Do you have gold?" the man asked with hunger.

"No." It was the truth.

"Expecting much from a stranger, are we?" the man chuckled, shaking his head softly. "Surely, you must have a coin to spare from your purse, don't you?"

Shé tightened her grip around her purse at her hip. "There is no coin in there," she said defensively. "Don't even bother." This was also the truth.

"I should have expected as much. You come here, all dirty, wearing torn rags instead of clothes. You reek of poverty... and much more."

Shé disregarded the offense. "I am willing to pay in a different way, if that suits you. I promise I won't be much of a bother while we travel."

The white man's eyes gleamed with lust. "I did suspect you couldn't be much more than a whore. You seem young, though. How old are you?"

"Eighteen years old, sir. I am a virgin."

She expected the fact to prove enticing, but the man burst out laughing. "I should be more quiet," he admonished himself, hushering his voice before he continued, "but your offer seems a little out of place, don't you think? For a virgin, to offer sexual services... Do you think so highly of yourself, that you expect your inexperience to suffice to pleasure me?" He stifled yet another laugh.

Shé stiffened, but kept her bravado. "I am unskilled and I can't guarantee I will perform well. I do promise, however, that I will try my best. Also, I only offer my mouth for services."

The white man did not laugh anymore. He stared at her with unconcealed astonishment. Shé knew she was playing with fire, but some things were sacred. No man would touch her womb before her marriage, if that day was ever to come.

It took a long time before the white man gave an answer. "You have the body a whore could be proud of," he said shamelessly, staring at her figure. "You are a tight package, no more than five feet tall. You're as thin as a snake, your belly is completely flat. Yet your hips have a nice curvature, and your legs seem strong. Some would say that your tits are small, but in truth they fit your petite frame exquisitely. And your face... is perfect. Large eyes. A cute little nose. Soft lips. High cheekbones. Long jet black hair that men would want to caress if only they were cleaner."

Shé listened to it all in an undisturbed silence. She knew she was pretty. Everybody at Jiāxiāng had always told her so. It was part of the reason why she had chosen

this

path.

"However, you possess the amenity of an executioner. Cold as you are, you make it hard for people to desire you. Men want easy and simple fun. They dislike fighting for table scraps."

Shé knew the man's words to be true, but she was steel, and would not bend.

"I will please you for every day of our trip, if I must," she bargained.

The white man paused. Then, she knew she had won. "The voyage will only last for three days, but carrying one more person inside of the

Palemaiden's

belly is no trouble at all, really. I think you could be worth it. Maybe." He ran his tongue on his lips. "First, you would have to show me what you're worth. What is your name?"

"Shé."

"It is a pleasure, Shé. My name is Arthur. Now, strip naked."

The girl pursed her lips and took a deep breath in.

Think about your family,

she encouraged herself.

Think about their death. About Cánrěn.

She kicked her sandals off. They were old and almost too thin from usage to be of any protection, but it was all she had. She felt mocked by the white man's freshly polished thick leather boots. Her stare did not leave him as she unfastened her belt. She let it hit the ground with a dry

thud

. The man, Arthur, seemed somewhat amused by the situation.

Next, she carefully placed her small purse on the nightstand, where she could keep a keen eye on it.

Then, she removed her tunic and her pants so she stood in plain undergarment. Arthur studied her petite body with earnestness and his insistent expression pressed her to continue. Shortly, she stood stark naked before him. Though the room was warm, a cold shiver ran through Shé's skin. She let her arms rest calmly at her side, despite the want to hide her body.

"This outfit suits you well," the white man teased her as he scrutinized her from head to toe. "I was right about the curvature of your hips and the size of your breasts. You'll look even more beautiful after you've dropped on your knees."

Shé obediently kneeled. She didn't like what she was doing, but she had no gold and no choice.

This man will bring you to Shōuliǎn. He will bring you to Cánrěn.

Arthur was sitting on the edge of the bed, so her face was level with his crotch. Her lower lip trembled as he got rid of his belt and tugged his pants down. She did her best to keep her breathing slow and steady.

He pulled out his dick from his breeches. The thing was already erect, white like the rest of him and pink near its tip. It was not quite as imposing as she expected, maybe four inches long and somewhat thin, yet it terrified her.

"Now, it's time you show me what you're worth," Arthur purred with expectation.

Shé shuffled slightly closer. The cock stood upright on its own, pointing her way with a palpable hunger. She moved her right hand to the thing and closed her small fingers around it, covering more than half of it. Its texture surprised her, it was strong yet delicate, and radiated an intimate warmth, similar to the heat she would sometimes feel between her legs.

She stroked the cock with her right hand, slowly at first, afraid to hurt it. It throbbed in response. Her heart jumped. Looking at the white man's satisfied expression, however, she guessed it was a good thing.

Shé gradually picked up the pace, her delicate fingers caressing the short length of the shaft in its entirety with each stroke. A few drops of clear liquid emerged from the tip of the dick, which got on her fingers, and she ended up smearing the whole shaft with it, lubricating it. This allowed her hand to move more smoothly across the sensitive skin, and for a moment it felt like she was doing something right.

"That's enough foreplay," Arthur suddenly decided, ruining her momentum. "Use your mouth," he commanded instead.

Shé leaned closer. The smell was mildly unpleasant, but not nearly enough to make her back out. She parted her lips slightly and then, overcoming any hesitancy she had, placed them on the erect white cock.

The taste wasn't great either, but it was bearable. She moved forward, taking a whole inch inside her mouth. Breathing slowly through her nose, she moved her lips back, then forward again. Soon, she found herself in a rhythm, sucking the tip of her very first cock.

Her ministrations, she knew, were scant at best. Afterall, it was her first time. She needed practice. Despite this fact, however, she was still required to perform adequately

now

. She would step up her game immediately, or she would abandon hope of reaching Shōuliǎn, of reaching Cánrěn.

Understanding the urgency of the situation, she dove forward and took another inch inside her mouth. The sensation was eerie. From afar, a four-inch penis looked rather unimpressive. From up close, though, it was outright menacing. And once inside her mouth...

It was not that the dick took up that much space, but it felt

like it didn't belong here

. Shé wasn't

used

to have her mouth filled with one big singular object. It was an intruder, something her body wanted to get rid of. But Shé held it there. That was the least she had to do. Keep half of the penis inside her mouth. Keep sucking it.

Also,

don't touch him with your teeth

. Naturally, her teeth sought to rip apart anything that would enter her mouth. Yet, with something as delicate as a cock, Shé guessed that teeth were an unwelcome presence. She contorted her mouth's muscles in a weird way, trying her best to hide her teeth behind her lips in order not to scrape anything. Only her tongue did she allow to make contact with the cock, despite the wicked taste it picked up as it slid languidly along the underside of the shaft.

Up and down, up and down. Keep at it. Think of Cánrěn. Of what he did to you.

Arthur, with a raspy voice, let out the faintest of moans. Shé guessed she must have been doing something well and kept going. Once she felt comfortable enough, she even slightly increased the pace.

Soon, though, her muscles tired. Her jaw, her lips, her gums, her neck; everything strained and hurt. Those were all muscles she would use frequently, but never in such a way. She wondered how long she could keep her rhythm. The white cock glistened with her saliva, but her mouth had run dry. She looked up into the man's eyes, a plea for release.

And release came, though not in the way she expected--rather, in the way she

should have

expected. Arthur groaned and Shé choked. She stepped back, grunting and coughing and spitting on the ground. Tears welled her eyes, while white creamy stuff ran down her messy chin and dribbled on the floor.

Sperm.

Cum

.

"Well, that's proof of a job well done," Arthur said with a large grin. "You'll grow to love it."

Shé wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"How's the taste?" Arthur asked.

Shé frowned. "Salty. But I was too busy choking to properly taste it."

Arthur laughed loudly and put his pants back on. "You still have a lot to learn. I speak from experience when I say that the Quèbān Sea is home to plenty of whores who suck dick better than you. Yet... I can't help it but to like you. Truly, I do. And I am willing to teach you how to give a proper blowjob. You will suck my cock for every day of our little voyage together regardless, so might as well, right?"

The white man's blue eyes were shining like two gleaming sapphires, which Shé would have ripped from his face if it meant money. Unfortunately, the man was more useful to her alive than dead.

"Can I dress?" she asked curtly.

Arthur laid lazily on his sheets. "Yes, and you can also sleep on the mat at the foot of the bed. It should be warmer than sleeping out on the street, coinless girl."

Shé quickly put her clothes back on and snatched her purse. She used the purse as a pillow as she begrudgingly laid on the woven mat that laid on the cold hard floor. The man blew out the candle and a long sleepless night ensued.

~~~~

The harbor was silent under the orange glow of sunrise when Shé followed Arthur to his ship. The white man wore his large straw hat and walked with his head tilted forward, hiding his pale features to the few who roamed the docks in these early hours. Sailors, merchants, fishers and the like were too busy, anyway, to pay them any attention.

Arthur's ship was docked at the very end of the arbor, an average two-masted junk with yellow sails of classic Límíngniú fashion. Its captain, a stout man who Shé was relieved to see was brown, greeted them aboard.

"Another whore, Arthur?" the captain exclaimed, frowning at the white man. "You don't usually bring those along with you."

Arthur removed his hat. "This whore is in need of a ride, Hǎiyáng," he said, smiling, before walking right past the captain. "I feel generous today. Uncharacteristic of me, I know. Now lift the anchor, my friend, for we go to Shōuliǎn."

Ten minutes later, the

Palemaiden

glided peacefully on the bright waters of the Quèbān Sea, manned by fifteen sailors, all brown of skin, who sang half-heartedly as they worked tirelessly. Shé stood clear of their way, leaning on the starboard rail, where the fresh morning breeze caressed her face as she watched countless islands pass by her. Some were only small islets, on which only a handful of people would be able to stand together side by side, and others were vast enough to host multiple cities, just like Fāyuán island, on which Shé had been living until today. Shōuliǎn also stood on one of these islands, somewhere out there, somewhere far away.

Two weeks ago, Shé had been in her home in Jiāxiāng, the village where she was born and raised. Her mother, her father and her sister had been with her, and they had been happy. It had been her life, all she had ever known. Now, her family was gone. She had left her hometown. She had left Fāyuán island altogether. She was sailing on waters she had seen before, but that were entirely unknown to her. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying, but above all sad.

She did not hear Arthur approach. "A beautiful sight, isn't it?" The white man leaned on the rail and stared at the open sea with her. "Have you ever been to Shōuliǎn?"

"No," Shé answered laconically.

"Neither have I. It used to be the largest trading city of the Quèbān Sea. Both the merchants of the Xīánglóng Empire and of the Límíngniú Kingdom would sail for weeks in order to sell their wares in the markets of Shōuliǎn. What could bring a nation to destroy such a prosperous city? One must wonder."

"The Emperor is an evil man," Shé spat. "Shōuliǎn was under the jurisdiction of the Límíngniú Kingdom, which he couldn't suffer, so he destroyed it."

"If control over Shōuliǎn had been the Emperor's desire, he wouldn't have ransacked the place," Arthur said, looking at her. "There is nothing left for him to profit from. He must have some other motive, then, don't you think?"

She shrugged. "I don't know and I don't care." What mattered was that Cánrěn was the one who destroyed the city. She would find his tracks there.

Arthur gauged the petite girl curiously. "I suspect I know the reason why all of this happened," he told her. "This reason is the reason why I'm going to Shōuliǎn. But I need to ask... Why do

you

want to go? What business do you have amidst these blasted ruins?"

Shé kept staring into the distance. Very few clouds populated the sky. It was a beautiful day.

Arthur never stopped looking at her. "Do you wish to help rebuild the city? Or do you plan on plundering what remains of the old marketplaces? There won't be much left, I'm afraid."

"I seek vengeance," she answered coldly.

The white man whistled. "I wouldn't have expected a cute girl like you to hold so much hatred in her heart." He ran his fingers pensively on his chin. "Hǎiyáng told me that Shōuliǎn was sacked by lieutenant Cánrěn and the Scarlet Army. Is Cánrěn the man you seek?"

Shé kept sternly silent.

"What has he done to you?"

She bit her lower lip. She would not cry. "He burned down my village and murdered my family," she muttered. She could still hear her sister cry, her father scream and her mother plea.

Please, just leave us be! Don't... DON'T!