Chapter 24

His eyes couldn't see anything, however, his senses regarding body contact was extra sensitive.

The clothes on his body had been randomly pulled down. One of his legs were being forcefully lifted up and put on the Emperor's shoulder. When that man's fingers forced its way into his fragile back entrance's hole, The Blind Concubine was unable to hold in his shock and cried out in alarm. : "AH!!!"

The Emperor was concerned and asked: "What's wrong?"

The Blind Concubine slightly closed his eyes, his brows were forming into a knit: "Hurt…."

The Emperor answered him: "I will be gentler."

The Blind Concubine shook his head, gritted his teeth and said: "You just take care about coming in, you don't have to worry about me, I will be able to endure."

The Emperor took advantage of his body weight to press down. He kissed and sucked on the Blind Concubine's lips. His lower body since long ago had been aflame by desire. Without much explanation, he pried open the thin and slender fair skinned thighs of the Blind Concubine. Bent over, then he pushed in to enter.

The Blind Concubine's pair of eyes widened to form a round and circular shape at once. His pale fingers tightly gripped the bedcovers under his body, he almost wrenched his nails with this move. The severe pain on his body made his consciousness waver and become unclear. He was breathing with such difficulty, however, he could only firmly bite down on his lips, didn't dare to let any voice out.

The Emperor still wantonly galloped on his body, he moved spasmodically, both eagerly and swiftly. His eruption was close to bursting out, he wasn't able to show pity and tenderness towards his partner at the moment. He pressed down on the Blind Concubine's body and made another eager move.

The Blind Concubine closed his eyes tightly, he gritted his teeth tightly and locked his jaw. His lips had become bloody red because of the biting. His lower part was leaking and dripping wet. A faint smell of blood came to his senses. He let go his hand that was holding tightly the bedcovers, both of his hands seized the waist of the Emperor. Intermittently he said: "More… more powerful... It is still not enough..."

The intense thrusting made his words tear up into bits and pieces. He exerted himself to relax his soft body, to let the Emperor have his way in having more pleasure. The smell of blood from the lower part of his body was increasing and became denser. The fresh blood gushing out moistened his pale body, the redness was dazzling one's eyes with its crimson color.

The Blind Concubine eyes' were opened blankly, like he was already pained to the utmost, already no longer having any awareness nor could he feel anything. He opened his mouth, letting out a lowered soft cry, moaning between his breathing spell. Both of his legs were dangling on the man who topped him with a death grip, that body was moving in a regular movement.

Orange colored candle light was reflected on his tragically widened eyes, made a jumping and leaping movement in the middle of it. In front of his eyes, flashing through countless light and shadow. The memory was pouring like rain, rushing and breaking through his mind forcefully. In an instant, it made him have great difficulty breathing and nearly suffocated him. Even the physical pain was increasing more and more, he felt that his physical pain was still so much inferior compared to his mental pain and anguish. He wished that he could let more of his blood flow out and surge more turbulently. It would be the best if the blood could drown him, this way was the best way out, the most serene.

His consciousness was drawing thinner and lighter for each passing time.

In the end, he fainted.