Fangs Of Hatred Ch 02

Dear Ducklings,

Happy Year of the Snake! Wishing you love, luck, wisdom and all of the other things that people wish! As for myself, I'm wishing I can find the time and energy to write more often. The extra tags for this story (spoilers/trigger warnings) are: rough, gagging, age difference. Of course, all characters are eighteen years old or older.

With love,

Infatuated Duckling

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Arthur placed both hands at the back of her head and gently pushed forward. Shé closed her eyes and tried not to resist. She let the white cock bury itself inch by inch inside her mouth, until ultimately her lips made contact with its base. "That's it," Arthur groaned almost comically. "You've done it!"

From her rather awkward position, Shé had a hard time celebrating her first time taking Arthur's four-inch prick completely into her mouth. His dick rested heavily on her tongue, and even though it didn't touch the roof of her mouth or her throat, she felt

full

. She could only breathe through her nose, which was flattened against the white man's flat stomach. Keeping her cool proved a struggle as she fought the urge to vomit the thing out.

Arthur kept her locked in this galling predicament for a few cruel seconds that each passed as slowly as an eternity. When finally she was freed, Shé immediately pulled her head back, saliva flying across the room, and gasped for air as she tried to regain her senses. Despite moderate discomfort, she had been making this past week progress of which she was proud.

But then, down the cock she went again. She gagged in surprise and held on tightly.

Arthur didn't relent. Up and down, up and down, shoving all of it at every go. It was rough, quite unpleasant, but Shé had to get used to having dick down her throat. Arthur had told her how men

loved

to bury themselves as deeply as they could past a woman's lips. Staring up at his ecstatic expression as he facefucked her, Shé had no doubts his words were true.

Channeling all her strength into accepting the cock without throwing up, she didn't think about using her tongue or lips as she should, or about doing anything else at all, really. All that existed was that one simple motion, that one single trick she needed to master now. Arthur's hips repeatedly smacked her face and squished her nose with loud slapping noises.

Shé got lucky for once. Once his climax came, Arthur pulled his dick out of her mouth and came on her face. The young woman sat there passively, chest heaving, letting the gooey substance splash on her cheeks and nose and dribble everywhere. She was dizzy, the walls and the ceiling seemingly dancing in circles around her. When things stood still again, she saw the creature looking down at her in silent judgement. A lion, Arthur called it, a beast from wild and distant lands.

The white man, who had already made it to the other side of the cabin, threw a rag for her to clean herself. Shé failed to catch it and had to weakly crawl on her knees to fetch it.

While she cleaned herself, Arthur had the time to dress in plain long clothing that would shield him from the cold sea breeze. He glanced at her with amusement as she was sprawled out naked on the carpet-covered wooden floor. "You should get dressed too before you catch a cold," he japed. "From what I've heard, sneezing is a hindrance to revenge." He tossed her old dirty shirt at her. This time, she caught it in mid-air.

She dressed quickly with shaky arms, uneasiness tightening her stomach. She kept repeating to herself she was learning well, but she couldn't help but to despise her sessions increasingly as they went, though she could not explain why exactly.

"Have you ever killed a man?" Arthur asked out of the blue. He sat behind his desk. Shé had just gotten up, her legs still unsteady. She turned to him and paused, frowning.

"I have not," she answered carefully. It was only half a lie. Four days ago, she had poisoned Bàojūn in Shōuliǎn. The regent, whose every muscle had been paralyzed, would have been dead by now. The thought remained delightful.

"Do you know how to fight?" he asked again.

"I do not."

Arthur shook his head as he toyed with a small wooden figurine. It looked like a clay soldier, holding a spear. "Cánrěn is a formidable foe," he warned her. "You won't kill him with a blowjob, however good they are. Will you use a knife? Or an arrow, perhaps? That should be somewhat easier, though I honestly don't think you could manage either."

Shé had gone to sit on the white man's bed. "Stop caring about it," she snapped. "I'll do what I must when the time comes."

Arthur put down his figurine in the center of a map of the Quèbān Sea, dotted with its thousand islands. "You wouldn't survive an encounter with the Wrathful Scourge, even if you

somehow

managed to kill him," he uselessly warned her. "And I would be sad if my new favorite cock-sucker got herself killed like that." He gave the soldier a flick, causing it to fall over. He had not spared her a single glance.

"There are plenty of whores in the Kingdom," Shé said angrily. "You'll find yourself another one with all that gold you have. I've only asked you for transportation."

The white man smiled enigmatically. "I know, I know... We've talked about this before. The man has murdered your family and burned down your village, so now you seek vengeance. May I ask what's the name of this hometown of yours?"

Shé frowned. She would not have expected

him

to care about such a thing. Reminiscing about her home brought back terrible memories. The screams that had echoed in the forest as she ran only told part of the story of what had happened.

"I come from Jiāxiāng. It's... It

was

a small village on Fāyuán island, the same island Zhǎi Gǎng is located on."

Arthur cocked his eyebrows curiously. "Interesting. Why would Cánrěn care to assail such a meaningless hamlet as Jiāxiāng?"

"Because he is evil," Shé spat. She didn't like to think about it much. About what had happened. She would have run now, but her legs felt uncomfortably heavy. "He doesn't need any other reason. We've talked about this too."

Arthur

tsk

ed. "And to what conclusion did we come, do you remember? Cánrěn and the Emperor are heartless monsters, without a doubt, but they are not completely irrational beings. When Cánrěn destroyed Shōuliǎn, he did so because... he was looking for something. Do you remember if, during the attack on your village, Cánrěn asked questions about a particular item?"

Shé was at a loss for words. The trauma had left a heavy toll on her.

Please, don't! I'll give you everything I own... Please, just leave us be!

her mother had screamed. Shé had heard her pleas through the thin walls of her home as she hid outside in the bushes, unable to convince herself to run yet.

Oh, I'll happily take everything you own,

Cánrěn's sadistic voice had come.

But you still have to tell me where...

The rest had been inaudible, until her mother screamed again.

Don't... DON'T!

"Cánrěn was questioning people about something he wanted," Shé answered through gritted teeth. "I couldn't hear what it was. Does it have anything to do with this... 'Xiǎolù map' you've mentioned to Bàojūn?"

The man nodded happily. "Do you know what the Xiǎolù map is?" Once Shé told him she didn't, he said, "The Xiǎolù map is a...

dangerous

artifact. If the Emperor were to acquire it... I dare not contemplate what might happen then. He needs to be stopped. And soon."

Shé listened, but from the way that he spoke in riddles, feared that the white man might have gone crazy. How the Emperor could become even more dangerous she did not understand, but she loved the prospect of his eventual defeat.

"Bàojūn mentioned that the Emperor possessed one of the four fragments of the Xiǎolù map," Arthur continued. "I believe that it is Cánrěn who found it, in Jiāxiāng."

Cánrěn had a motive for invading my home,

Shé thought bitterly. "He did not have to murder everyone in my village in order to get it," she spoke out loud. "He did not have to burn, to rape, to torture. He will die, by my hand or another."

In that moment, she could not have told if Arthur's smile was full of pity or sorrow. "I'll agree with you on this one thing: Cánrěn needs to die. He seeks Fùyù's fragment of the map. He needs mine too. And he is searching everywhere for the fourth one. I can't let him win. I can't allow the Emperor to own all four fragments." He paused briefly, then stared into her soul. "So, I'll help you in your quest to defeat Cánrěn."

Shé froze, but her heart jumped in her chest. She did not understand much of what was going on, but to know that her one and only 'ally' actually pursued the same goal as her... That was an oddly reassuring thought. The

Palemaiden

suddenly didn't seem as grim and dull a place as before.

"Thank you," she muttered before promptly leaving the room under the white man's intense gaze.

She hid deep inside the ship's hold, as she often did, away from sight and conversations. She would come here hoping for the noise to drown out her thoughts, although that seldom worked. The crash of the waves against the hull would remind her of her mornings in Jiāxiāng, when her father would leave shore on his sampan to fish perch and carp. Her father, Gǎibiàn, had been a hard-working man who woke up with the sun, eager to provide for his family. His charming smile, bright eyes, strong arms and easy demeanor were imprinted into her mind. Part of her refused to believe that her father was dead, believing instead that he had been strong enough to fight back against the imperial soldiers and that he too had fled to safety.

But it was impossible. Shé had heard the screams. She would never see her father again.

With a trembling hand, the girl opened her purse and pulled out her mother's iron medallion. It was heavy, and oftentimes its weight would comfort her. With a click, she opened the locket. Her mother's portrait appeared from within, faded by time. In the image, Mìngyùn was young, perhaps the same age Shé was today, with soft features and a carefree smile. Shé had no idea who had made the tiny painting, as there had never been a painter in Jiāxiāng as far as she knew. Her mother had told her tales of the continent, so maybe it had been made there? Shé held dearly to the medallion, and to the last image of her mother.

Mìngyùn had screeched and cried before she died. She had never deserved such a cruel fate.

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Shé woke up to the crew shouting. She stood up abruptly, excited by the prospect of something out of the routine, and heard a light

thud

. She realized she must still have had her locket in her arms when she fell asleep. She put it back in her purse, admonishing herself for her carelessness, before she ran to the deck, where men had gathered. Squeezing her petite body between the larger frames crowded against the railing, she pushed her way through until she too could see what everyone was looking at.

A cool gale from the open sea met her as she peered over the railing.

It was land.

At first, it just looked like a smudge, a faint distortion where the sea met the sky. She might have thought it was just another island, before the ship drew closer and the smudge became something real. It was no more still than a thin line on the horizon, yet the land stretched further than the eye could see both east and west. Allegedly, it stretched south

even further

, so far south in fact that part of the continent remained unexplored. Shé had found herself dreaming often of this distant land, for her mother had told her and Huā many stories about the great Límíngniú Kingdom.

Her parents always spoke of Límíngniú with both admiration and sadness. It was this place, once far away and in appearance unreachable, which governed the southern half of the Quèbān Sea, and which had granted it its protection, until recently. Despite the numerous stories she had been told, Shé actually knew little about the continent itself. Her pulse quickened at the thought of discovering the land of her ancestors. Soon, the words from the stories would become a reality.

Once she managed to let go of the railing, Shé went to ask Hǎiyáng about what he knew of the Límíngniú Kingdom. As a sailor, he knew plenty about the vast world. The captain of the

Palemaiden

smiled faintly as he scanned the horizon. Green hills and forests could now be seen on land, lush and magnificent under the seen, only broken in a single point by what could only be the city of Quánjǐng.

"The Límíngniú Kingdom is great and ancient," he spoke softly. "Whereas the Xīánglóng Empire prides itself in its wealth and order, Límíngniú takes pride in its peaceful ways and its respect for tradition. Its capital, Zǎochén, sits high upon its tallest mountain, deep inside the land, from where it can embrace the light of the sun from the earliest to the latest hours of the day. The current ruler, wáng Yǐnshì, is a man who possesses a good heart, though some fear he might be too weak to face the war that's likely to come. As many do, the wáng would rather avoid any bloodshed, but the days are growing dark. Yǐnshì might soon need to show his true mantle."

Somehow, it took the

Palemaiden

until nightfall before it reached Quánjǐng's bay. It had to be because of the dozens of islands, islets and sharp rocks that jutted out of the sea like fat fingers reaching for the ship, trying to grab its hull and pull it down toward the bottom of the sea, which they had to circle around.

As the junk silently approached the city, Arthur and Hǎiyáng seemed to grow restless, pacing the deck rapidly while willfully ignoring any question she would address them. The rest of the crew didn't seem to know either what was going on, simply following orders they had never questioned.

The

Palemaiden

slowed down as it passed between dreary tall stone towers sitting atop two hills that flanked the entrance to Quánjǐng's bay. In front of them in the distance, Shé could distinguish the outline of the city, lit by a thousand of yellow and orange lights stacking surprisingly high, as if the city was built upon several levels of altitude, which was impossible. She wanted to get a closer look at the far-off flickering lights and the architecture of the city, but that would wait.

The wind bellowed between the two looming fangs guarding the bay's mouth. Shé shivered as guards looked down at her from their high stone walls. Most of the other crew members hurried inside the ship's belly to hide, but Arthur asked the young woman to stay on deck with the captain and himself. Shé did not say a word. She wasn't afraid.

That's when she saw the

other

ship.

It stood right in front of the

Palemaiden

, hence why they had come to a stop. The ship was a junk larger than theirs that boasted three full masts instead of two. It sat on the cold water in utter silence, shrouded in the gloom, a black ghost against the dark blanket of the night. Shadows moved inside, almost indistinguishable. A gangway was noiselessly pushed from the three-masted junk to the

Palemaiden

, and then five men appeared.

The five soldiers set foot on the deck of the

Palemaiden

. Each man, his face a shadow beneath his helm, had a sword at his hip. To Shé's disappointment, they were wearing on their uniform a blue monkey insignia that was unfamiliar to her, instead of the golden ox of their kingdom.

Their leader came forward. "By decree of gōng Dùn, strangers are prohibited from entering the city of Quánjǐng until any current political unrest has been resolved. We mean no harm, but we command you to turn back at once. We shall welcome you again soon, if your hearts still long for our beautiful city."

Shé, hiding behind Arthur and Hǎiyáng because she was so short, raised her eyebrows, rather unimpressed by the situation. Quánjǐng was the second city that they reached since leaving Zhǎi Gǎng, and it was the second time that they were asked to turn back. On this occasion, however, Arthur didn't mention the Xiǎolù map in order to sway the men facing them, instead offering a chest full of golden horns, solid gold coins imprinted with the sigil of the Límíngniú kingdom.

"These are hard times for everyone," the white man told them as four of his men brought forth the large treasure chest and dropped it in front of the soldiers. "Here is enough gold to pay my fee to enter Quánjǐng... and to feed your families for the whole month. And your boss has no need to know about it, does he?" The chest was opened, prompting the leader of the soldiers to peer inside.

"My name is Kějìng and I come from a respectable family," the man said disdainfully. "Do you think you can buy me off so easily?" Despite his deep voice and controlled tone, he was making himself a sad caricature of Bàojūn. Shé could already guess what kind of payment would make him give in. She took a step forward.

But then, Kějìng looked away from the treasure and stared up at his interlocutor. His eyes narrowed. "A demon..." he growled distastefully. "Your gold is a curse. I cannot allow you to sow chaos in prosperous Quánjǐng."

Unimpressionable, Arthur crossed his arms on his chest. Shé wondered how many times he had been called names because of the color of his skin since he had entered the Quèbān Sea. Probably more than she could imagine, as he now seemed impervious to it. Only Hǎiyáng showed signs of worry, his hand hovering over the pommel of the short sword sheathed at his hip. The local soldiers also had swords of their own, more than they had. Shé hoped that their encounter would not come to a fight.

"Gold is gold," Arthur replied steely. "If you spend it wisely, it'll present itself as a blessing, not as a curse."

Hatred was twisting Kějìng's traits, but his silence might have been betraying a deeper conflict. His eyes darted between the chest and the

Palemaiden

's crew. Then, one of the soldiers who stood behind him approached him hesitantly.

"Kějìng, this is a lot. With this gold, I could--"

"Silence, fool," his captain cut him off. "If you don't mind your tongue, the demon will tear it out of your mouth." He proceeded to let out a small cough before he straightened his back. "Go away, paleskin. No offer of yours can sway my faith."

Arthur winced in face of Kějìng's resolve. However, Shé saw his men were weaker than him. Mustering her inner strength, she took a second step forward and cleared her throat.

"One of you has stated that they wanted this gold," she said, looking at the soldiers in the back. "How many more think they could benefit from it?" The four soldiers exchanged glances behind Kějìng's back. Shé insisted. "Think of your wives and children. This gold will benefit you more than our presence will cause you harm. I'll even offer my mouth to those who don't have a family."

Kějìng looked at her with angry eyes, but his men wavered.

"M-My mother is sick," stammered one of them.

"My brokers really need this money," said another.

"My wife hasn't sucked me off in a really long time," added a third one.

"I had promised my children that I'd spend the night with them," said the last one. "I should at least bring them something back."

Kějìng inhaled slowly, lowered his head, and sighed deeply. "May the Monkey, the Snake and the Ox forgive me, for I am choosing my own men above all else... Gēmen and Nánrén, take their damned chest aboard. Qítā and Shìwù, put out the torches so we are not seen. And I, since I have no use for the gold, will take the girl's mouth for myself."

Arthur smiled in approval. He waved his men off as Kějìng took hold of their prize, eyes gleaming with excitement. Shé's fingers reached for her purse, but she decided against using a sugar now. She had too few of them, and there were worse men out there who deserved them more. Torches were snuffed out as Shé walked up to Kějìng.