Someone Borrowed, Something Blue

For Those Who Came In Late: Caught in machinations between the bandit leader Pyzon and the diabolical Dragon Lady, Pat Ryan is forced to marry Lai Choi San. As officiated by a Christian missionary, the marriage is legally binding, making Pat Lai’s prisoner as no chains ever could…

Pat had to admit, Lai might’ve been half-caste, but she put the lie to the sinfulness of miscegenation better than any argument that could be put into words. She had all the delicate beauty of the Orient in her finely symmetrical features and dark eyes, though those same almond eyes burned with angry pleasure at having her scheme come through and him in her clutches. It took a real effort for that menace to escape the sheer loveliness of her visage. She had the buxom beauty of a European woman, a Valkyrie even, tall and imperious, with an impressive bust and child-bearing hips defying her Asian slenderness, which still found expression in her long legs, narrow waist, and softly rounded shoulders. The tight cheongsam she wore emphasized her physique to the fullest, flaunting the sex appeal that no man could have and no woman could match. Pat felt a shameful ardor for her burn in the furnace of his heart. If only she weren’t so wicked…

“I hope you’re enjoying your honeymoon,” Lai chortled at him, herself enjoying a cigarette in a long holder. The tip glowed as red as the thrill of victory in her narrowed eyes. “Now Pyzon is shamed and my women are properly disciplined. And I finally have my vengeance on you, Mr. Pat Ryan. Yes, I know your type, American. Even though the ceremony was a farce, you have too much respect for your pathetic institutions to flout them. No more carousing for you. No more tender kisses. From now on, you’re a married man.” She drew smoke from her cigarette holder again, momentarily letting it out in a long stream befitting her namesake. “Perhaps I should make up a ‘honey-do’ list of things for you to take care of about the house. Or call upon you when I have a jar that needs opening. Or perhaps I should adopt a few pets. You wouldn’t mind taking care of them while I’m occupied with my career, would you? My little house husband?”

Pat gritted his teeth. That about tore it! He could almost forgive Lai the stratagem of it all, but it was clear this was personal—some sick way of getting back at him for their encounters in the past. Well, if she wanted to make a big deal of all this, he would give her back what she was peddling!

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Dragon Lady?”

Another pull on her cigarette holder and another puff of dismissive smoke. “I think not. I don’t leave matters unattended, ‘husband.’ Ever. Unless you mean carrying me over the threshold. But maybe that should wait until we’re moving into Pyzon’s fortress. Any day now, he won’t have enough men remaining to so much as hold the door closed.”

Pat bit the inside of his cheek. It was like the only respite this woman took from her schemes and plots was her sadism in screwing him over! “That’s nice, ‘dear,’ but I meant your wifely duties. We’re married now, remember? Dontcha know that means a little more than tying tin cans to our bumper?”

Lai fixed her hands on her hips, teeth clenched on the ebony cigarette holder. She stared at him with white annoyance under her Chinese inscrutability—Pat wondered if she had some Irish temper in her. “Don’t make such crude jokes, Mr. Ryan. As I said, I know your type. You wouldn’t dare lay a finger on me… not a fallen woman… a half-caste whore unworthy of your high American standards…”

Pat took a step closer to her. He unbuckled his belt. “I don’t think you know me that well at all, Lai. Maybe we should’ve had a longer engagement.” He unzipped his pants.

Lai’s eyes widened as she adopted a tone that was half unbelieving, half scolding. “Don’t you dare, Mr. Ryan! I warn you! Leave that thing in your pants!”

But Pat already had his member out. Lai froze, staring at it. He was already half-hard, which was saying something considering the length he already possessed, and as he skinned his hand back and forth on its length, it stiffened still more. Lai could not look away from it.

“How do you like your wedding present?” Pat asked wryly, coming to within a foot of her. “I suppose I didn’t have to get you one, but then, I didn’t know I was the groom until I showed up!”

“It’s not the first I’ve seen!” Lai retorted, though she still could not look away from it. It just seemed to keep growing and growing!

“But it is the last, babycakes! And I’ve got some thoughts on your wardrobe too!”

Pat grabbed Lai’s cheongsam at the neck and ripped it open, revealing her magnificent breasts. Lai’s hands flew up to cover herself, but Pat grabbed one of them and drew it down to his manhood. She was forced to touch his girthy, pulsing length.

“This thing’s going to be keeping you a lot of company from now on, so let’s you two get to know each other!”

“Oh Lord… oh sweet heaven!” Lai keened, her fingers somehow encircling his beguiling member despite her never thinking that she should do so.

She didn’t want to have Pat’s hot cock in her hand, but the message would not leave her brain. Her fingers stubbornly clung to his girth, squeezing it even. She could hardly breathe. Suddenly, she looked down to see that both of her hands were eagerly caressing his manhood. Her cheongsam hung open between her breasts, allowing Pat to see much of what she had to offer.

“Good. Nice,” Pat muttered, his warm hands roving over her chest. “Time for bed now, wifey. Just not for sleeping…”

“This is madness!” Lai cried, forcing herself to give up the touch of his phallic column. “We can’t! It’s out of the question! You wouldn’t force yourself on me, you—you just won’t!”

“Force myself?” Pat asked. His breath was labored, his eyes glassy with the arousal he felt. “Look at yourself; it’s all you can do to keep from begging me.”

He drew down the cheongsam from Lai’s shivering shoulders. It puddled to the ground at her feet. She was naked underneath, her would-be delicate pallor in delectable contrast to the robustness of her physique, firm breasts refusing to sag despite their lack of a brassiere, pert buttocks high and tight at the apex of her hips.

Pat did not waste much time in admiration of her beautiful nudity. He preferred to do his appreciation with his hands and lips. He took her body into his arms and brought his mouth to hers, both thrusting the spear of his erection into her soft sex and driving his tongue into her yielding mouth, completely overwhelming Lai with her own possession.

“MMMMMMMM!”

The ecstatic moan hurled itself up from deep within Lai, an unintended sound telling her own ears that she was going to let this man skewer her as he liked. His prick felt incredible, boring into her belly as it was. There was no use pretending. Despite her shock at the impropriety of it, she was enjoying having his massive cock inside her, loving how it thrust into her sex to claim by brute force what she had doled out as reward to only a select few. Lai let out a gurgling sound of approval and threw her arms around Pat, embracing him, rubbing against his body as her mouth took his persuasive tongue as hungrily as imaginable.

The next thing Lai knew, she was up against the wall. Apparently, all the women before her had liked their fucking rough—or at least they had after Pat was through with them—because once he’d seated himself fully inside of her, Pat began pulling out and then stroking into her hard and fast. She had no time to catch her breath, couldn’t tell him to slow down even if she wanted to. He forced the air out of her lungs as quickly as she sucked it in. His oversized manhood reamed into her fluttering hole like Pat was taking out his frustrations on it, pushing and pulling at her snug walls, bruising the pearl-tender flesh inside her. Lai had never been taken so harshly.

“It hurts, Pat!” she cried, though her hands clung to his body as if to prevent him from pulling his cock away from her. “I caah—can’t breathe! Ohhhh—you’re killing me! It hurts sooo gooodddd!”

It was the first fuck she’d had all year, but it was so vicious, so ferociously penetrating, that she might as well have been a virgin. Her legs shot out past the hips of the wild, thrusting animal at her groin. Feeling him thrust over and over again into her responsive sheath had Lai moaning and panting as if she were having a fit. It was Heaven and Hell and everything in between. A kind of sex that Lai had never known existed. There was none of the submissiveness she’d cultivated in her past lovers, no tenderness or even care for her, yet she enjoyed how strenuously—how ruthlessly—Pat was taking her. He used her body for his own pleasure and punished Lai with enjoyment of it, rutting into her with blind, bestial need.

“YESS! MY GOD, YESSS! FUCK ME, MAN, FUCK MEEEE!” Lai shrieked, her head lolling rapturously from one side to another as she tried now to draw in her legs and wrap them around Pat’s pumping loins.

Lai was enthralled by the frenzied emotions of being fucked this hard, being made complicit in her own ravishing. Pleasure bombarded her. Illicit thrills raced through her inner muscles. Her only act, the only thing she could do, was throw her groin out to meet Pat’s incoming shaft. She was oblivious to everything else. Her rivalry with Pat, her scheme to master him, no longer mattered. All that meant anything was his cock and how it was giving her the most thorough rutting of her life and how glorious it was.

“Ghhh! Hhaa!” Lai squealed, grabbing the muscular glutes behind Pat’s rushing strokes. Her folds tightened in passionate readiness. Then tremors, multiple tremors, racked her sweat-soaked body as the full impact of Pat’s desire for her hit.

“Coming! OHHH! YES! OH, JESUS, JESUSSS! I’m ccooommmiiinnngg!”

Lai clung to Pat, her legs wrapped around his thighs, her fingers dug into his ass, shuddering uncontrollably and sobbing brokenly. Her climax raged convulsively around his hot, thrusting organ. She’d expected him to hilt it all the way in her and give into her ecstasy alongside her, as men usually did if they were able to withstand her wiles long enough for her to orgasm.

But Pat wasn’t so merciful. He fucked her even harder, driving himself into her like a jackhammer, breaking down her already shattered sense of self into pure grit. Even for Lai, it felt obscene, ungodly, to be fucked so hard while her pussy was already throbbing in rapture. She thought this doubled orgasm would never stop, heard herself scream with the agonized bliss she had been made to feel. Then it was over, and for once, Lai wasn’t greedy for more. She felt blessed relief, gulping in a deep breath that she’d desperately needed.

“You are a half-caste whore.” The voice took Lai by surprise. It was Pat, groaning and gasping. “But your cunt feels so goddamn good. You fucking bitch, you’re tight as hell! It feels fucking amazing!”

She was shocked by the realization that he was as overcome as she was, as lost in her pussy as she’d been overwhelmed by her cock.

Then her respite was over. He powered his cock into her once more, catching her ebbing passion and fanning the embers back into a flame, a bonfire that had Lai hotter than ever. The flames of her newfound desire licked up from her receptive cunt into her rippling belly.

“Oh damn, damn, goddamn!” Lai keened, burying her face in the crook of Pat’s neck.

Her hands skidded lovingly over his strong back. Her legs coiled around him like either end of a strangling python. She locked her trim ankles behind the small of his back, holding herself in place to take every thrust he would give her. And Pat could not give it to her any harder. He was already pistoning into her like a man possessed, his engorged balls drawing up between his thighs. His own summit was close and the fit of tormented need that preceded it had made Pat demented.

“That’s it!” Pat groaned. “Pump your ass! Take my prick right up to your womb! Shit, fucking you is like riding a roller coaster!”

Lai felt his shaft twitching, throbbing as he pumped it into her with shorter, harder jabs. It was too soon. His lovely cock had plunged her into the depths of debauchery and she wasn’t ready to return to civilization. She wanted to spend hours in animal depravity, but he was about to come. She pounded his ass with the heels of her feet and raked his back with her fingernails, begging for more.

“Not yet, Pat! Don’t stop now! Oh, darling, please don’t come so soon! Hold it, hold it in, keep going—aah, ahh! Fuck me, fuck me! Fuucck mmeeee!”

For a few more moments, Pat was able to give her what she shamelessly craved. Then, all at once, he rammed himself home in her cunt. Grunting, Pat crushed her tight to his chest as his jerking prick shot a geyser into her palpitating sex. The white heat gushed into her, filling her with warmth, and Lai thought she could feel it splashing luridly in her womb, beginning a child, extracting the due for such animalistic mating.

“Nooo… not now!” Lai crowed, shaking her head defiantly, more at the prospect of her pleasure ending than at the possibility that Pat had just bred her with his unrestrained ejaculation. But the feel of his scalding cum inside her, stuffing her full, gave her a wicked joy of its own. She trembled as the pleasure of it worked its way through her, gasping softly as her body echoed with remembrances of how hard she’d come for him.

When he pulled out his flaccid cock and flopped down against the wall beside her, Lai did not hesitate. She knelt down before him, heedless of how submissive this made her appear. One hand cradled his shrunken balls in her palm while the other captured eagerly his slippery length. It glistened with the mixture of his juices and hers, but Lai wasn’t repelled at all by that wetness. In her present heat, it looked entirely delicious to her. Her sweat-jeweled features contorted with lust as she lifted his prick up and took it into her mouth.

“Mmmm… uummm,” Lai moaned around it, holding the shaft erect while she sucked on the head, her tongue sliding around and around the same cum that was presently leaking out of her well-used cunt.

The pungent flavor of both his orgasm and hers hit her taste buds sharply. Lai moaned and took Pat’s entire length, shrunken as it was, into her mouth. Her lips and tongue worked eagerly to strip it of all its delicious taste. Lai was only dimly aware of herself, how licentious she was being, womanly instinct driving her to glue her lips to Pat’s manhood and suck it as hard as she could.

The renewed taste of his musk and her own arousal, soaked deep into Pat’s cock, slammed into Lai’s senses. It was all she could taste, all she could smell. She lifted her head slowly, letting her lips slide along Pat’s member as it left her mouth. With every inch that she pulled back, she sucked hard on his phallus, almost stopping herself with the force of her own suction. But, her cheeks sunken in, she kept tugging herself off Pat’s shaft, until all that was left in her mouth was his knob. Her small pink tongue laved needfully at his glans, smooth as velvet with a hint of the precum she desperately wanted to precede a new erection.

Her desire for more of Pat’s fucking had literally brought the Dragon Lady low, driving her to willingly take his dirty member between her lips. Her will to dominate had left her—now all she wanted was to coax him stiff and long again, getting him to the point where he could once more give her the soul-rending pleasure she had all too briefly experienced. Her urges had never been stronger, but they’d gotten to that point partially because of how heartily Pat had come. Lai now held the equivalent of three ordinary men’s ejaculations inside her, and after such an almighty climax, his prick was slow to respond even to her.

But Lai would not be deterred. In her current, perhaps permanent state of wild arousal, it was almost as good to have Pat’s cock between her lips as inside her pussy.