Once upon a time the Emperor of China had a concubine. She was not the chief concubine of the Emperor's harem, but she was high in the Emperor's esteem for a time because, though she was not much skilled in matters of love, she was very beautiful. She was limber and willowy, with shining blue black hair; eyes, which smoldered and smiled, and smooth, ivory colored skin, silkier than the finest cloth. Her breasts were small round orbs with pink blossom nipples which always seemed to strain up for gentle kisses or the caresses of a hungry tongue; and between her legs, enclosed within plump folds of woman flesh, and enticingly adorned with shining curls was a delectable lotus temple.
For many weeks the Emperor would call for Dove's Wing, (for that was the girl's name), three or four times a week, and Dove's Wing's maid would bathe her with perfumed soap, anoint her with oil of sandalwood and comb and dress the hair of her head and the silken curls between her legs. Then, dressed in a fine silk Kimono and wearing nothing beneath, Dove's Wing would present herself to the Emperor.
The Emperor would command her simply to lift her Kimono and come and straddle his proud tower, which was already hardened, and waiting. She would dutifully lift the layers of her kimono and, because her womanness had not had time to lubricate with desire, she would wet her own fingers with her own mouth then rub the fingers between the lips of her lotus flower, paying special attention to the jewel as the Buddhist Mantra om mane padme om instructed. She would have liked to caress her jewel longer, for her own touch sent shivers of ecstasy through her, but she could not keep the Emperor waiting so she only took time to make the opening of her flower slick enough to allow the Emperor's tower to enter her without pain.
These times were not satisfying to Dove's Wing for the Emperor would not even touch her. She would simply come and squat as though to empty her water over the up standing flesh sword and lower herself so that the imperial wand entered her. Then, with up and down motion, she would slip the Emperor's flesh column in and out of her lotus until the source of all goodness erupted into her with a warm gush. She would then remain squatting with the Emperor inside her until he commanded her to go.
During this after time the Emperor would gaze between Dove's Wing's legs studying the way his Proud Tower caused the tender flesh of her to swell with his filling and how the cords of muscle of her thighs swelled and quivered with the strain of holding her weight lest she actually sit on the person of the Emperor. During these times Dove's Wing also had to hold the muscles of her sweetness tight closed around the Emperor's column for to allow a drop of the Emperor's essence to roll out of her and dribble back onto the Emperor would have shamed her. Sometimes it seemed as though the Emperor held her squatting a long time, as though he wanted some of her wetness mingled with his own to escape, but Dove's Wing never let that happen though holding the opening of her lotus tight closed was difficult as the Emperor's tower softened and shrank. The muscles of her legs would quiver and those of her lower belly would begin to ache if the Emperor delayed his dismissal too long.
When The Emperor would at last dismiss her she would rise, step back, allow the hem of her kimono skirts to drop back to the floor and would bow many times as she backed out of the royal chamber. This was the best time of these encounters for as she bowed and backed the tortured muscles of her thighs and lower belly relaxed and some of the Imperial essence oozed out to coat the insides of her thighs and rub between the cheeks of her bottom. This smooth slickness was almost enough to bring her to the physical paradise called clouds and rain as she walked back to her chamber, and when she removed her kimono the way the Emperor's essence had been rubbed to lather between her legs never failed to excite her so much that she called her maid to pleasure her with her fingers.
One day, after Dove's Wing had been in the harem for many months and was not called so often to the Emperor's bed her maid asked if she was happy with the arrangement as it had come to be.
"It is not bad this way," Dove's Wing said. "But I do miss the feeling of the Emperor's essence as it squirts into me, and I do miss the slickness of it as it runs out of me."
"I can help you to find your way back into the Emperor's chamber mistress, if you will let me." Said the maid.
"And how is that to be done?"
"I know a sorceress who can help you, but you must pay for her help."
"Very well then, I will see your sorceress, but I warn you-- if she is not true and cannot help me I will see that she loses her head and that you lose yours."
"She will not fail you Mistress, nor will I."
A few days later Dove's Wing's maid brought an old woman to her mistress' chamber and Dove's Wing asked, "Can you give me some potion to make the Emperor call for me again?"
"No Mistress, I have no potions or powders. I have only these." And with that the sorceress held out two smooth balls of gray marble. They were perfectly round and silky smooth and they were the size of large chestnuts, but heavier by far.
Dove's Wing took the balls into her hands.