A Snake Within The Grass... [Yen Wang]

[Yen Wang (Burai)]

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Yeng Wang stared at her, she was silent. And, she hadn’t moved and inch. Maybe she was weighing her options. The sudden thought annoyed him, why would she have to think about it. Then she spoke about her past. Yen Wang wanted to interrupt her and tell her, that he wasn’t like anyone from her past. He was the embodiment of strength and brilliance. He was flawless masterpiece, but like all perfections there are implicaions; his mortal and frail body was one, and his heart was another. Much like his predecessor his heart, was something that if it was left unchecked, it could end up killing him.

His thoughts were interrupted by Zhu Rong. She voiced her concerns. This upset him; he didn’t want her to fear the future with him. Though Zhu Rong showed her worth as an office, with the situation at hand she is able to rationalize. Yen Wang fed of that fear; seeing people fill with such doubt and uncertainty. He didn’t like it coming from her. Her assumptions were not far off, but they weren’t correct. He let out a sigh as he watched her; each second longer than the last. Staring at her was dreadful. He didn’t know how he would fair with the rejection

Yen Wang was surprised to see her sit next to him. She spoke about her heart; her heart called out for him, yet she didn’t want to give it away to uncertainty. He grasped her hand gently; thoughts of crushing her slipped into his mind. “Such a display of fragility, she must be torn asunder. I can’t let this embarrassment continue…”

Burai’s voice erupted within his skull.“True strength comes from the heart. Exposing it to the world unguarded; a true warrior is tuned with his emotions...” Burai’s voice faded.

Yen Wang sighed, “I see...she is showing me a glimpse of her desires and fears….She is torn…” It slowly was coming together. He decided he would expose his heart as well. “When did I say I would kill your dragon? I said I would deal with it. If I conquer Wan, Shu will be safe from Cao cao attack. If Shu would betray my kindness…I would have to cast down my judgment. Cao cao is aware; he is smart. If he is displeased with me; he could hold Chen Liu hostage..I still haven’t received word about Chen Liu. I don’t do well with verbal agreements, I need evidence. If I don’t get word from him soon. You won’t have to worry about my alliance.”

He leaned over and stared at her. “Look at me; gaze into my eye. I want you to see my face. I have nothing to hide…Not from you..” He stretched his other hand and placed it on her cheek; he casually pushed upward and kissed her lips. He wanted to express his words through his touch. After he kissed her hr pulled back. “You worry to much!” He smiled at her and gave her another reassuring kiss.

[Liu Bei]

Yen's words ran true to her as she sat silently upon the bed, looking to the floor in hopes of signs to show through the boards..perhaps the heavens sending symbols that only she could see, giving her an answer to all the worry that began to grow within. Zhurong knew Cao would hand over Chenliu to him, anything to rid the world of his most significant rival; Liu Bei. One that day, her heart knew she would not yield to the Hanzhong Lord..her honour knew further, or did it?. Before anymore questions could form, her eyes were forced to look upon Yen and be torn to shreds by the simply fact that this man before her had now stolen the heart..the very heart that she had placed behind walls and locks, but with ease there is was, vulnerable and open for him to take.

The first kiss made Zhurong's body saw into the sky, it became lifeless and limp; fortunately she had chosen to sit down before he placed such a kiss on her lips. Yen seemed so different from the man she had heart about, a being she now liked..falling for with every second in his presence. "..My worries, shall now..include your safety.." Zhurong knew these words were futile, Yen was an able warrior and could protect himself. However, she could not help the words escape her lips, it was placed in stone and for him to view, that she had began to fall for him. In this short time the intentions of the firesome woman had changed radically, a sense of security she had never truely felt before; even though it was not needed, their was something that she could no longer live without after this day. "Do not speak words you shall throw assunder the next sun." Though not being able to control her heart, Zhurong had a deep voice that resonated from within about the fears of certain men attempting to gain her. Liars were easy to come by, also those who spoke but never acted in the same way..it angered her that she had been on the recieving end, indeed she knew that Yen may by different however; the precaution was placed...

Yet, Zhurong could not help herself to act upon the emotions that were blossoming. Slowly her hands were caressing Yen's cheeks, both hands delicately touching them; making him look deeply into her eyes to gaze whatever truth was there..and for him, to view the vulnerability that only the man her heart desired could see; the strength that had grown through the years. Slowly the former Queen leaned close and placed her lips upon his, similar as before but they gained in intensity; the gate was opened an the heart took flight..Zhurong had fallen and Yen would recieve all the words through just one kiss. Smoothly, her left hand trailed down his neck, slowly tickling the flesh as it moved. It changed direction and travelled down his back..then, Zhurong embraced him into the kiss; holding him as a lover would..never before had any man recieved such from the firesome woman, for they had never reached that standard; but, it was not planned..for her heart wished it. As the kiss continued, with the embrace becoming closer, a tear rolled down from the closed eyes and made it's journey down her cheek...

[Yen Wang (Burai)]

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She brought up more of her concerns. Yen Wang didn’t need protection, there wasn’t a warrior in all of china that could match him on the battle field; No warrior would be foolish enough you throw away their life. She said something odd about him Words and suns. He assumed that she didn’t want him to tell her what she wanted to hear, and then break her heart. Yen Wang smirked at the thought of deceiving her and being misleading. She was rather misleading at the start, and look at how things panned out.


Her hands slowly caressed his face. Her hands moved in an odd fashion; he could sense her feelings through her gently. His eyes locked with hers, the world around them seemed to slow down and stop. Yen Wang didn’t want to see the truth, or the depth of her feelings. He knew if he continued to accept her feelings; she would become a new strength and a weakness. His future enemies would go after her to get to him. The longer he stared into her eyes, the more he grew accustomed to the uncertainty.

As a leader; he couldn’t allow his personal feelings to cloud his judgment. He wanted to explore this, if anything would come and threaten this feeling; Yen Wang would eradicate it. Suddenly her hand moved gently down his neck. He closed his eyes, as the feeling of ecstasy rushed through his veins. “No...” The word echoed through his mind. His bought craved for her touch, He was defenseless. Zhu Rong’s hand moved down his back. “No…” she held him, and then kissed him. “Alright…you..win..” Yen Wang accepted her feelings, he opened his eyes and he saw a tear rolled down her cheek. He pressed his lips firmly on hers and backed away.

He swiftly moved his hand to her cheek, and swept the tear from the edge of her lips. “How beautiful…I’m envious. This tear, born in your eye, live on your cheek and die at your lips.” The life of a tear was valiant, so pure and romantic. Yen Wang wasn’t that pure, he was in fact that opposite. “If I need any protection it’s for my heart. Guard it with your life , I will never lead you astray. This path will bring heart break, I am the god of death; that should tell you how this would end.”


There wasn’t a happy ending for loving such a deity. Seeing that tear showed him just how vulnerable she was. She was a ferocious flame, but was as delicate as a flower. “Zhu Rong..” He wrapped his arms around her and gently placed his forehead against hers. “This is new for me too, I have doubts…I like this feeling you give me. I will protect your heart and if Shu and Konton-Kaze become enemies. Don’t retreat; stand tall and some me the strength of the Goddess who tamed The Demon of Han Zhong. If that day comes it will be up to you, whether I live or die.”

If Zhu Rong could rise above Yen Wang’s ambition and beat him. Yen Wang would have no choice but to accept her strength and admit defeat.

[Liu Bei]

Taking a short breath, Zhurong had no time to compose herself as the arms embraced her. Yen spoke words that she wished to hear, he had given his heart to her and trusted that she would guard it..just as she trusted him to guard hers. This trust would not be misplaced and both hearts put into the blades of guardians far beyond earthly recognition. The firesome woman did not want this world to continue, for it to remain momentarily so this could be savoured. Yet, a point was made by the Hanzhong Lord, when the day came that they were upon the opposite sides of the battlefield..neither of them should hold back, nor retreat; fight to the death was in order. Releasing the other from this realm and to await the spirit in the Nether Realm, where their strength could become one entity...

"I shall be it's guardian, even in the next life." It was an intense statement, but one Zhurong knew she could fulfill; strength came easy to her and this precious item would never come to harm..not as the blade she wielded could be lifted. Her right hand felt the muscles upon Yen's arms as the embrace continued, taking in his natural scent..not hidden behind aromatic powder that those of the court favoured. It was hypnotic to her and made her feel safe once again, not only from those of the physical but also those of the supernatural.

Zhurong could not help chuckle at the latter statement of her taming the 'Demon of Hanzhong', perhaps true but could someone such as he really be tamed? His mind acts independantly from others, it comforted her to merely hear such a statement. "To tame a demon?.." Even in her own words it sounded strange, could these two hearts be placed together easily? As a demon and Goddess, both from two different worlds and yet they found common ground; within the embrace the new feelings came so easily to them..not to mention it felt sublime to be in Yen's arms, even if it was going to be brief. "When that day comes, I request you too not to back down. If one is to fall, then it shall be a blessing to do so by the other." Facing the Hanzhong Lord, the Snake allowed a smile to appear as she placed her head into the curve of his neck. She wished him to use everything against her on the battlefield, not to fall to any other..it would be his blade to cut her down, if her strength could not surpass his; a fact she came so easily to accept.

Leaning up, Zhurong placed her lips into the curve of his neck and trailed her left hand up to the otherside of his neck; the right propping herself up on the bed. Eyes closed Zhurong continued the path to Yen's cheek, seemingly knowing where his lips were already. As before, the passion had not faded nor it showed any signs of doing so; each kiss elovated the heart to quicken its pace.. Pressing herself against him, the firesome woman was not worried if he was pushed down onto the bed; the moment was hers and she refused to allow it to disappear. For, soon, they would be facing the battlefield together and their blades pointed to the direction of Zitong. "What would your men say, to be 'tamed' by a mere woman such as I?" It lightened the atmosphere, with a jesting tone. Zhurong's fire from before returned and her left hand moved to tickle the chest of Yen as she moved to embrace him with her lips once more...

[Yen Wang (Burai)]

Yen Wang remained silent as she vowed to be his in this life and the next. He chuckled at the thought; in the next life he would return to his domain in hell, hell was no place for a goddess. He smirked, as she quoted him. Was he truly tamed? Yen Wang would never admit that publicly. Zhu Rong requested that he wasn’t to retreat, if they were to meet in battle. He gave her a smile, but he knew in his heart that he could keep that promise.

She smiled and kissed him; she knew exactly how to pleasure him. Zhu Rong took it another step further; she pressed herself against him; the momentum was enough to knock him over, but he didn’t waiver. Yen Wang was glad to see that her confidence had returned, but at the same time he regretted it. Her vulnerability brought out compassion that lurked deep within him. Such feelings were remnants of his predecessor’s. “What would my men say?” He said with laughter in his voice as her hand danced on his chest; as their lips laced, the flame within him began to spread through him. It was searching for an escape route, this startled him. To escape this feeling Yen Wang playfully leaned back and allowed his back to fall against the bed. “They would say, ‘Was our lord really tamed? Look at that woman, I would allow myself to be ‘tamed’ too.”

He glanced up at her and grinned, it faded shortly after. Yen Wang thought about the future. “Zhu Rong…” She would become the biggest target of Yen Wang’s Enemies. Liu Bei was either very wise or foolish. If he pinned her against him; Yen Wang not have the heart to strike her down. Anyone could mislead Zhu Rong and turn her against him. “I will deal with that when time comes.”

He looked up at her, “What will you say when all of china knew your heart was stolen by a Demon, and will eventually devour your soul and keep you for an eternity.”

[Liu Bei]

"Dare they speak against the fate of a Goddess?" It was something within her that could not help yield to the once firesome nature that they first met upon; a nature that Yen seemed to bring out of her. The lava was filling to the brim and inevitable to spill over the sides and destroy all that got in its way. As such, she lightly giggled as she knelt on the bed and looked down at was to be her prey. "Is it not the rules of Heaven for deities not to chase mere mortals? If they speak against it, nothing shall stop the fires of hell that I conjure to devour every one of them...happily.." Indeed Zhurong did not fear ridicule from anyone, as it was second place to her; all of her life, whether Queen or woman, she had been placed lower than peasants simply because of her heritage. As a tribeswoman she was nothing within this realm, thus became hardened by many years of hurtful words...they had created her, the many from the central plains were the shaman to her own evil magic.. They caused the pit of hellfire to give birth to their daughter, a girl of the flames who body was sculptured to perfection...

"We all must learn, it shall come to them in time." Slowly the vixen moved her body and placed her knee over the other side of Yen's body, to now be kneeling over the man she had quickly fallen for. If only she had not made that agreement with Liu Bei and this acquaintance happened sooner, then there would be a chance for both to rule this realm until the very depths of hell desired both their return. However, fate was difficult and made life a suffering, or simply entertaining. For some reason Zhurong desired to be on the otherside of the battlefield, something exciting filled her veins and the poison of her own desires took hold. Leaning down the lips made contact with Yen's chest, lightly upon the neval she teased. "For you to devour me being..is something I shall take pleasure from, though I warn you..could you bare the heat of my soul? To be the consumer of a descendant of the flames?" The past she had never known, one of auspicious circumstances and worship to a small girl who seemed to have no mother of father. Many had heard of the stories behind Zhurong, a girl who appeared from a forest fire unscaved and without enjory. The other tribesmen took her in and cared for her, no one could fathom how such a frail looking girl could survive such things..thus, the Heavens must have gave to them what they wished, the daughter of hellfire and warrioress to repel anyone who came to their borders. Hence her name, Zhurong, after the father the tribes believed she had..a true deity in personification, a body made not of flesh but of embers to hide the phoenix who would no doubt scorch the very skin of every enemy...

Soon her lips where at the upper-part of his chest, lowering her body so that their forms pressed against each other.. "For eternaty?" It was spoken with curiousity, had she risen above any other female he had taken close to? Perhaps not. Perhaps it was simply the moment that he had become caught up in, whether it was truthful she'd soon find out; no doubt. As Zhurong's lips trailed up his neck, her waist pushed further onto his teasing every sense that he may have, private or not... Their was no lie that she desired him, in every form it must be him that consumed her. Slowly, she leaned down beside him leaving her leg sprawled across his waist, the soft skin of her revealed leg; a tanned complexion that added to the exotic nature of her body. One arm playfully trailed in a circular motion on his chest, the head close to his neck feeling the breathing; wondering if he shared any similar excitement that he created for her...

[Yen Wang (Burai)]

He laughed at her. Yen Wang always found a way to ignite Zhu Rong’s fiery passion. He listened to her words carefully. They had a deeper meaning, he admired his strength. It was the thing that lured him to her. He stared into her eyes, “I won’t let anyone speak ill of you. I will rip out their tongue if they try to do so.”

She towered over him, trapped him between her legs. He didn’t see it as an imprisonment, his sentence wasn’t complete. She leaned down and kissed his chest. Zhu Rong teased him further. Her lips rested on almost at the peak of his chest. Yen Wang took a deep breath, catching the scent of her hair. As he enjoyed the heavenly aroma, Zhu Rong lowered her body against his. She continued her advance; Zhu Rong's lips glided up to his neck, and her waist grinded against him. Yen Wang’s body craved her. Zhu Rong was truly a temptress in raw form.

His eye watched her as she repositioned herself, her leg was lingering over his waist. Yen Wang swiftly took hold of her arm, and slid his hand up to her palm. He laced their fingers together. “I wish you would’ve come on to me sooner. Conquering China would be much simpler, if we were united into one. And, I wouldn’t have to do some many unnecessary things.” He sway her hand to the side, and in one motion pushed his pelvis forward; used the force to reposition himself on top of her.“You still question me? Didn’t I extinguish those flames? Perhaps hat tear was part of my vivid imagination?” He said in playful manner, he didn’t want to upset her; just ruffle her feathers little.

“Yes the demon of Han Zhong would devour you and keep your soul for an eternity.” He lowered himself against her, “I” He slowly drifted his head down to her chest. “I..” Yen Wang was struggling to find the proper words to say. “I want to stay in this moment , for an eternity…I would like to close my eyes..and just let my guard down for once..” Yen Wang began to remove the first of his barriers.

[Liu Bei]

The protection he seemed to gain over her was surprising, that this very 'demon' could place his wings around her and guard from each direction..no matter what form it came, those who wished to destroy her would be simple childs play for him; this drove her to insanity. Many beings had placed this talk before her, suitors wishing to elovate their own status to gain the touch to burn their flesh from the bone. No man could, not even the fool Meng but with Yen it seemed quite different. His touch, his lips...spoke of a fearsome nature that could eradicate any foe of hers, a simple pleasure and great power placed into one form.. Though, Zhurong was caught offguard with the comment of unecessary acts; to which were he referring?.. She did not wish to know, nothing to tarnish this moment that they created so naturally from a mere glance.

As Yen took upon her as she did to him, the exotic beauty could not help but arch her back pushing her waist into his and taking some form of pleasure from their intimacy..a moment that she wished to relive over and over. The stuttering broke the spell, the raw emotion that this so called demon wished to expose made Zhurong's eyes open and gaze fully into his soul. The being of hellfire having a gentile spirit just as hers, could it be? Had she gained his trust so much that he felt the was something here?.. He lowered into her body, the locked fingers spoke more than words and the fires of desire burned once more; she had fallen for him and indeed his words were becoming true. Every ember burned with an intensity she had never felt before, the demon was taking each bite away from the Deity's daughter; soon she would be nothing more than a memory upon the Heaven's walls.. Slowly she brought him close to her, the right leg curled round his back so that their intimacy was closer than ever..a lock that made movability for him hard. Zhurong's lips moved to his ear, the tone lowered so only he could hear. "Do not place the wall upon me, I shall not turn upon my word of protection.." Lightly her lips traced the area below his ear, softly enough to tickle.. "To you mine are thrown assunder, for this my soul revealed and given permission to consume all you wish.."

The exotic Snake agreed with Yen, this moment was refusing to move and she enjoyed it..with him there was nothing else, the world fell into an ambscurity she no longer recognised without him, his very touch and even the voice that he deemed harsher than a being of the Nether Realm.. To her..it was everything and now she allowed him to take everything of hers, she belonged to him and it was a bond not easily shaken. Zhurong's hands trailed up his arms, gently touching the muscle it came in contact with; soon to be around his neck and jawline..caressing each angle. Their lips locked once again, only hoping that this time these guards would be thrown asunder just for her...she wished to know what this beings spirit looked like, what his true words wished to say to her...

[Yen Wang (Burai)]

He was silent as he enjoyed the pleasures she brought him. Finally their lips met again. They seemed to be quite fond of each other. Yen Wang couldn’t deny the alluring nature of Zhu Rong. It was such an intoxicating feeling. He took a moment to gather his thoughts and adjust to the new position. With her leg constricting him, it was hard to move. Yen Wang’s body lay against hers. The feeling of their bodies melding, numbed his doubts and soothed him.

Yen Wang tried desperate to shield himself from her. Zhu Rong’s feelings began to wrap around him. The warmth of her kiss and touch melted the icy cold cage around his frozen heart. Yen Wang found he was becoming more and more vulnerable. She promised him protection, but could he really be safe in her care? Her actions and words were most convincing. He pressed his lips against hers, kissed repeatedly. He paused and broke away slightly. “You tell me not to put a wall upon you; you tore through every wall that shielded my heart.”

He lowered his head. Yen Wang placed his head on the side of her face, and lying against her neck. “I have no more walls..” He nuzzled her gently, “Zhu Rong..” He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. His heart began to flutter again. “My goddess, I will grant you access to my heart. But the key must to it must be earned,” he said with a grin, as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the corner of her mouth; he slowly kissed his way to the center of her lips. Once he was there he pause, and licked the edge of her lips. “You are mine, and this essence and being is yours.”

Yes, this overwhelming intoxicating feeling was hers’ to claim. Yen Wang would use his own body as an instrument to express his internal feelings for her. She was the harbinger of ecstasy; an exotic beauty that captivated him. Zhu Rong devoted herself to him, Yen Wang felt that it was only natural for two beings such as them to submit to each other. Though Yen Wang hated the thought of surrender, Zhu Rong made it feel quite invigorating. If this was defeat, he couldn’t wait to see what victory was like.