A Gift of a Consort
A request for Jinshi x 5th Consort- SMUT
“…It means you will leave this place. You will no longer be the Consort of Harmony. You will be married to the Emperor’s brother.”
A row of solemn men had descended into your private chambers at the peak of the sun, their arrival was abrupt and imposing. They entered in a line as straight and stiff as bamboo, clad in robes of charcoal and ash, each man a pillar of duty and formality baring down at you as you sat atop a raised platform cushioned with layers of embroidered brocade, the subtle lavender scent of fresh blossoms drifting from a nearby vase. Your harp sat at your side, silent as you listened.
“I understand,” you replied, your voice steady, though your heart fluttered in your ribcage. You folded your hands in your lap, fingers curled into each other so tightly that the knuckles paled.
“You have served the Emperor with honor. Now that an heir has been secured, you are to be his gift to his younger brother. It would seem your grace is his reward. It is a great honor,” another man crooned, his face as withered and dry as a shriveled persimmon.
“I thank you for giving me this joyful news,” you said with a graceful bow of your head. “Though I am saddened to leave the Rear Palace and the life I have built in service to His Majesty, I am grateful for the opportunity to continue serving the Ka Clan. I will do my best to be a dutiful and honorable wife to the Prince.”
The councilman’s stern expression softened slightly. His lips thinned but curved just enough to betray a flicker of something like warmth.
“You have always conducted yourself with dignity. I expect nothing less. I know the Emperor’s brother is… a recluse, and the rumors of his appearance have traveled far. But he is still of royal blood. You will be treated well.”
“I thank you for your reassurance,” you murmured, gaze still lowered.
“Officers, if you would. We must begin preparing our future princess for the ceremony.” Jinshi's voice was prim and curt.
One of the younger officials chuckled, breaking the heavy atmosphere like a breeze rippling through still water. “Yes, the Prince seems quite eager to welcome his bride into his pavilion. And who could blame him, with such beauty and grace soon to be his?”
The councilman offered a final nod. “I leave the preparations to you, Master Jinshi.”
With the rustling of robes and low murmurs, the men turned and filed out. The polished wood doors closed with a muted thud, and their footsteps receded down the corridor until only silence remained.
“Please,” Jinshi said softly, “leave us. Begin with the rooms downstairs. I will prepare the Princess myself to ensure she knows the expectations of her.”
The maids bowed and vanished with quiet efficiency, too enraptured to finally leave this place to care or bother to spare another glance at you both.
“Consort…Princess?… my love,” Jinshi whispered, stepping closer, concern etched across his usually composed face. The soft light caught in the strands of his hair, his skin looking so perfect in the light.
A delighted laugh burst from your lips as you surged forward. You crashed into him, and he stumbled with a breathless oof as you tackled him to the floor. Your sleeves billowed around you like silken clouds as you landed on top of him, your hair a dark waterfall trailing over his chest.
“Husband," you giggled, you teased, eyes aglow with mischief, your voice as light as spring rain.
“Hush… you are not yet in my palace,” he murmured with a lopsided grin, his breath warm against your cheek, his hands instinctively gripping your waist.
“Semantics,” you whispered, letting your hands settle against his chest, feeling the steady, rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingers. “I’ve been a prisoner here for years, tormented by being so near to you… and never allowed to touch.”
His expression softened. The intensity in his eyes dimmed into something tender.
“We’ll be together soon.”
“But I’ve been so good,” you said, pouting as your fingers traced the lines of his chest, revealed by the loose V of his robe. The heat of him bled through the thin silk. “I’ve played the role of the Consort of Harmony, writing poetry, playing music, painting, enduring the endless ceremonies… and lessons”
“And we will be together soon, but—”
“But nothing,” you interrupted, shifting your hips to straddle him fully. “You brought little Maomao to teach us all sorts of desirable things… and expect me not to suffer? You tease me.” you pouted.
“That wasn’t my intent…” he groaned as you ground down slowly, making him shudder. “I only wanted to… to speed the...”
“The delivery of another heir?” you murmured, a wicked smile curving your lips, you fingers dipping into the bare skin of his chest.
His jaw clenched, a low, needy sound catching in his throat. His gaze flicked aside, but the crimson flush that crawled from his chest to his cheeks betrayed him.
“As that may be,” you whispered, leaning closer, “you left me here… with those books and nothing to soothe the ache in my core.”
You rolled your hips deliberately, drawing a hiss from his parted lips. His head fell back against the lacquered floor, neck bared, golden skin stretched smooth and vulnerable. His long lashes fluttered as he fought the tension crawling over him.
It took all your willpower not to bend down and taste him, let your mouth trail along that tempting, exposed skin.
“I have been so lonely without you,” you whispered, leaning over him and pressing your body to his, lying fully across him. The scent of sandalwood clung to his skin. You nestled your head in the crook of his neck, and he moaned softly, his arms encircling you without hesitation.
For a moment, neither of you moved. The warmth of him seeped through your robes, and for the first time, you felt the entirety of him—not the fleeting touches of fingertips, not the brush of sleeves in passing, but the shape and soul of the man beneath you. His heart thundered against your palm.
But then his breath caught. His arms, once pulling you in, hesitated. “…We shouldn’t,” Jinshi murmured into the top of your head, his voice rough and low, barely more than a ghost of sound against your ear. “Not here… not now.”
You didn’t move. You only clung to him tighter.“Why?” you asked gently, your lips brushing against the delicate skin of his throat. “What is left for us to wait for?”
“I…” He swallowed hard. You could feel the strain in his body, the trembling muscle beneath you. “You’re still under the Emperor’s name. Until the ceremony, you belong to him in the eyes of the court.”
You lifted your head, meeting his gaze.“But in your eyes?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
His golden eyes widened for just a heartbeat. Then they softened, darkened. “In my eyes…” he whispered, trembling slightly beneath you, “you’ve always belonged to me.”
Your breath caught.
“But,” he went on, jaw tight with restraint, “… I do not wish to deflower you on the floor of this pavilion. I want it to be in our pavilion where you are only mine.”
You stared down at him, reading the tension in his body, the quiet desperation in his eyes. Even now, as your hips remained pressed against his and your hands traced his skin, he fought himself, to protect you, to protect both of you.
You pressed a soft kiss to his throat, reverent, slow.
“I’m not asking you to deflower me now,” you murmured, your lips grazing his skin with every word. “Only to quell the fire that burns within me. I need you, Jinshi. Not as a consort, not as a princess. Just as me.”
His expression broke, his hands cupping your face, eyes filled with love and grief and longing.
“You are cruel,” he whispered, smiling faintly even as he leaned up to kiss your forehead. “You know I would give you anything.”
You curled into him, cheek pressed to his chest as he cradled you in his arms, his warmth a balm to the aching emptiness inside you “Then give me this moment. That’s all I ask. I have been so patient… and not to mention useful to you here.”
His head turned to the side to avoid your gaze but you reclaimed his mouth before he could escape behind reason. Your lips met his with a fervor that silenced thought, with a hunger that stripped both of you down to a desperate need. His breath hitched as you deepened the kiss, the soft gasp escaping him swallowed by your mouth. The velvety warmth of his lips parted for you, trembling slightly as your tongue brushed his.
His golden eyes fluttered closed, lashes dark against flushed cheeks, and his resolve frayed further, undone by your gaze. There was no trace of hesitation in you, only raw need.
“Soon I will be yours, the prince’s wife,” you said, your voice husky against his jaw, feeling the tension in his thighs tighten beneath you. “They won’t hear us. They are too busy preparing for our wedding. Packing makes a lot of noise.”
The words stirred something dark and possessive in him. He gasped, a low, guttural sound as your hips shifted against him once again. His pressed against the inner seam of your thighs through the thin layers of silk and lace. You felt the shiver run through him, the way his hands flew to your waist in a feeble attempt to hold you still, though his fingers betrayed him, gripping too tight, trembling with restraint.
“You’re cruel,” he whispered, head tipping back, throat bared, as you pressed down slightly against the growing bulge in his robes. His voice cracked like splitting ice. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
“But I do,” you whispered, lips trailing down his jaw, warm breath tickling his skin as you descended to the hollow of his throat. His pulse fluttered wildly beneath your lips, erratic and wanton. ‘’You do it to me everytime I see you.’’
His grip tightenen. “You should stop,” he said, but his voice was strained, wrecked, breaking apart with each syllable. “You should… but I can’t… gods, I can’t stop you.”
But his voice faltered when you kissed him again, deeper this time, with a hunger that ignited something dangerous in him. His hands slid to your hips as if on instinct, still trying to cling to the last of his sanity.
“Then don’t,” you breathed against his lips, your nose brushing his. “We can’t bear to pretend anymore. I don’t want to.”
His eyes. Those stunning golden eyes, searched yours in a silent plea. You saw the war inside him: the crown prince, bound by oaths and duty, and the man beneath, aching for love, for touch, for you. His fingers dug into the fabric at your waist. And then, your hips pressed more firmly down against him and his breath stuttered. The last of his resistance slipped through his fingers like grains of sand.
The kiss deepened into something frantic, something wild. He kissed you as if he were starved, lips desperate and bruising, claiming you in silence. His hands were bolder now, one sliding up the curve of your back, beneath your robes, seeking bare skin; the other guiding your hips with trembling precision as you moved atop him.
You felt him shudder when you ground down again, right where he throbbed beneath his robes. Even the thin barrier of silk couldn’t hide how desperately he needed you. His breath came in ragged bursts against your cheek, and his hips bucked upward helplessly.
With a smile meant only for him, your fingers undoing the sash at his waist, each motion slow and deliberate, pulling him apart one layer at a time. Frantic hands pulled at his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. The smooth slide of silk across skin made his breath catch again as you let your hands explore the broad expanse of his chest,—the warm, firm muscle beneath his golden skin, the way it rose and fell with each breath. Jinshi fingers traced patterns into the clothed flesh there, tiny, intimate strokes that made your breath catch. With another roll of your hips, your core settled against his cock. You ground down coyly, just enough to make him twitch beneath you, drawing a strangled moan from his throat.
He watched you, eyes glassy with desire and disbelief, as you pushed his robe further open, revealing the smooth golden planes of his chest and the taut muscles beneath that rose and fell with every shallow breath. The heavy silk pooled around his waist, whispering against the floor.
You rocked firmly against him, the thick press of your thighs bracketing his hips. The wet heat of your core dragged slowly along his cock through the thin underlayers, an intimate, excruciating friction that made his body jolt beneath you like a struck chord. He let out a ragged gasp, the sound raw and guttural, drawn from somewhere deep in his chest.
A breathy rumble roared from his chest, the vibration of it humming beneath your palms as your hands slid over him. Even through his layers, he could feel your wetness, a hot, tempting imprint against his aching hardness. Your fingers wandered with unspoken hunger, tugging and pulling at his clothing, desperate for more contact, more skin, more him.
"My love…" he groaned, voice trembling on the edge of restraint, "...as much as I wish to feel for all of you… if you wish me to give you this, we must be quick before someone comes to find us…" His plea turned into a hiss as you rolled your hips drawing a slow, torturous grind against him in hopes of distracting him from your eager hands.
Distant voices echoed faintly beyond the chamber walls, but they felt a world away, drowned beneath the rhythm of breath and skin.
Hands-on hips, Jinshi stilled your movements, his grip both firm and trembling, his jaw clenched in restraint. "My love… please."
But even as the words left him, he rolled his hips up to meet yours in a sharp thrust that shattered you. Your head fell back with a loud moan, hair cascading like ink over your shoulders as you arched above him.
"Oh, Jinshi," you gasped, your fingers digging into his chest as your body trembled with each delicious jolt of pleasure.
“If you want me to do that again,” he said, voice thick and edged in warning, “then be a good little princess and take your pleasure while you can. We won't be able to see each other again before the ceremony.”
You moaned wantonly, the sound echoing in the dim, golden-lit room. You lowered yourself, pouting as he looked up at you with that maddening, satisfied smugness, his golden eyes darkened to molten amber, lips curled in quiet triumph.
With a growl, he did it again, thrusting up into you, rhythm precise and punishing. You bit your lip, unable to stop the cry that escaped you. Again. And again.
Your hand flew to your mouth to muffle the obscene sound that tore from your throat.
"I have waited for you for so long. My beautiful bride. I promise to make it up to you. I will let you strip me bare as much as you want once we are married,” he cooed, wide-eyed and breathless.
His eyes drank you in as you moved above him hair tousled, lips parted, your body glowing in the soft light filtering through the high-paneled windows. Shadows from the fluttering curtains painted faint lines across his bare shoulders and chest, and the flicker of candlelight licked across your skin, golden and warm.
Pushing him gently back, he surrendered beneath your touch, his robe spread open, tugged at just enough to expose the scent of his skin, musky with desire and tinged with incense, rose to meet you, intoxicating and familiar.
You rocked against him harder, grinding down on his thrusting hips at a frantic pace, the friction dizzying. The sheer intensity of the contact made both your breaths come faster, shallow and ragged. The damp heat of your core dragged mercilessly over the rigid line of his cock sending jolts of pleasure through you with every pass.
You braced your hands on his chest, feeling the powerful thud of his heart beneath your palms rapid, wild, beating in time with your own. His skin was slick with sweat, the heat radiating from him in waves, mixing with your own as your bodies began to stick together, gliding and catching with every fevered thrust.
You readjusted your position angling yourself just right before you resumed grinding your pussy against the length of his cock. Your slickness left a glistening trail over the bulge straining beneath his underlayers, your folds catching and dragging deliciously over the tip each time your hips circled downward.
Every roll hit your clit perfectly, again and again, drawing whimpers from your lips as a full-body shiver wracked through you with every movement. The pleasure built fast and unrelenting, blooming from your center outward—your body on fire.
Jinshi’s hands twitched at your hips, fingers flexing against your sweat-slick skin as he fought the instinct to grab you, to flip you, to thrust into you again and again ntil he cums deep inside you. Filling you completely, making you only his. But that was for later, for now he let you lead, his golden eyes dark and feverish.
The air grew thick with heat and the heady scent of arousal, the room echoing with gasps, the rustle of silk, and the wet, rhythmic press of your bodies.It was never like this when you touched yourself under the cover of night, curled beneath silk sheets in the suffocating silence of your lonely chambers. Back then, you’d swirl your fingertip in that special place the book had shown you, guided only by inked diagrams and the sheer thought of him. You'd bite down into the corner of your pillow, trying to stifle your moans, chasing a ghost of pleasure.
But now, now everything was different. Now, your body moved above Jinshi like it had always been meant to. Now your skin burned with every roll of your hips, every brush of his cock against your soaked covered folds. The tension that curled inside you wasn’t hollow or lonely, it was full, electric, ravenous.
And you didn’t want to stifle your moans anymore. You wanted Jinshi to hear every broken cry, every desperate gasp you made hell, you wanted your ladies to hear them too. Let them know. Let them all know exactly what you sounded like in his arms. When you were married...gods, when you were finally married you wanted the whole palace to hear every noise you and Jinshi made together. A deep, choked moan tore from his throat, unrestrained and beautiful. He was completely undone beneath you, body trembling, eyes half-lidded and dark with desire. His cheeks were flushed, lips parted, hair disheveled against the floor. No one else should be worthy of such a precious creature.
He lazily humped his hips back up into you, rolling them in time with your rhythm, savoring every raspy, breathless moan that spilled from your mouth like spilled honey. His head lolled back slightly, lashes fluttering as though the weight of the moment was too heavy for even his golden obsidenan eyes to bear. His lip caught between his teeth, teeth sinking in to suppress the broken groan that still rumbled in his throat.
The movements of your hips remained frantic and clusmy, your slick folds dragged deliciously over the thick bulge in his robes, heat meeting heat.
Then your body locked, your thighs trembling as the orgasm ripped through you like lightning. It was not gentle. It was not sweet. It was devastating.
A broken cry tore from your throat as the pleasure crested and crashed in waves, your whole body trembling in its wake. You felt the wetness surge from you, soaking through the layers of his clothing, coating him with your release.
That sensation, the sudden rush of your climax threw him over the edge. Jinshi’s breath hitched, then shattered into a mess of panting, whimpering groans. His body seized beneath you, hips jerking once, twice, as thick ropes of white stained the inside of his pristine robes. His moan was low and guttural, caught somewhere between bliss and agony, and it was yours—utterly, shamelessly yours.
He clung to you through it all, face buried against your chest as he rode out his own high, his body trembling with the intensity of his orgasm. The heat of him pulsed beneath the soaked silk of his robes, and his breath came in short, shuddering bursts against your skin.
He cupped the back of your head gently, fingertips trembling with emotion as they pressed into your hair. With a slow, reverent motion, he guided your forehead to rest against his, eyes closed as though praying.
“Soon, my love,” he whispered, voice hoarse with sincerity, “I will have you completely… and I will cherish you forever.”
You closed your eyes, letting your forehead remain pressed to his, your noses brushing, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours in the space between.
“I can't wait”
I'm trying to develop my smut writing, I dont think I have quite got right but I am getting there so I hope you like it.
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