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A brief moment in time	By : Fanatical Category: +M through R > Mulan (Disney) > Mulan (Disney) Views: 23245 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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***(OK, here it is. The sex scene. I'm not very good at writing sex stories.
I had to write this several times before I got it semi right. I think its
alittle too fantastical, but what do you expect from someone
who spends more time writing about it then actually getting some!)***-
LOL

*** finished the Cave Chapter ***

THE CAVE

It was dark when Shan Yu finally found the empty cave he had once used before. Shan Yu did not think he would find it. It was black outside. The moon was shining somewhere else and the drenching had been blinding. They eventually had to take to foot when their soaked clothing and supplies made the journey too much for Khan. But eventually, he had found it.

Far up along the trail, it afforded an excellent view of the valley below. The dense trees jutting from the soft hillside gave him protection from casual glances. And the boulders piled about, afforded him additional safety from flying arrows should it come to that. And, it was large enough to hold both of them including Khan with room to move.

“We need to get a fire going.” Shan Yu said quickly assembling some materials. Mulan watched attentively as he worked with flint and some dried branches. Shortly, a small fire blazed into life. “Get out of your clothes. They’re soaked.” He reflexively began undoing his tunic. He stopped when he sensed she had not moved. He turned around. “Come on. You’ll get sick if you don’t.” He added. “Ah, Shan. I....” She began timidly. “Look. If you get sick. It will make this journey much more difficult then it already is. I don’t need you coming down with something that could spread to the rest of my people. And if your horse picks it up. We won’t have any way of caring for him. He will have to be left behind. Or worse.” Shan Yu warned. Not bothering to tell her what that “worse” would entail. He figured she could imagine the rest.

Shyly, Mulan began peeling off her wet garments. Shan Yu struggled mightily but eventually he forced himself to look away. He busied himself with ringing his wet clothes out at the foot of the cave. “Mulan?” He queried over his shoulder. “Are you finished?” There was several moments of silence. “Yes.” She replied nervously anticipating some imagined event. “Let me have them. I’ll wring them out for you.”

Shan Yu could feel her approach. Light, unsure footsteps. He flared his nostrils as the aroma of young, female, unspoiled and wet, wafted pleasantly up to him. It took a great deal of effort not to grab her. He handed her his clothes. “Put these on a rock near the fire. They should be dry by the morning.” He caught a glimpse of faded porcelain as a slender arm reached for the garments.

He began wringing out hers. Mulan sat back down by the fire after carefully laying out his clothing on several rocks. She had never seen this much fabric for one shirt. She looked up as Shan Yu approached the fire. Flickering flames reflected off his tanned skin like burnished copper.

A small mane nestled neatly between the deep V of his chest. It radiated outwards in a fine coating of black silk. Her eyes trailed down his taut center. Shorn of his woolen tunic and trousers, his waist appeared much more narrow. His thighs were the width of tree trunks, yet longer and corded with muscle.

She opened her mouth. A rather meaty rod of flesh, grew from a thatch of dark hair centering his powerful hips. It took a great deal of effort not to ask him what that was hanging from his center.
She had already felt it when they had been up on the roof when she had tried to rescue him. At the time, she had remembered it giving her a pleasant sensation. She immediately turned away. This had not gone unnoticed by Shan Yu.

He dropped cross legged to her left. Partially hidden by the shadows, she would have no more distractions. And it would put her out of arms reach. Mulan lifted her head and watched the curtain of rain, fall in front of the entrance. Say something dammit! Before these thoughts come back! Shan growled in his head. These erotic visions would not be suppressed. Everytime he suppressed them, something would happen that would make them surface. And each time, they returned with much more intensity then before.

Mulan shivered. She began rubbing her arms. Shan Yu was concerned. The fire had grown since he had ignited it. She should be getting warm. But she was not like he. She had no body weight on her. And they hadn’t eaten anything since this afternoon. He sighed angrily to himself, knowing full well what his next move would be. Dammit! I'm trying to take my mind off of her.

He was spared the forthcoming task, as the heavens rumbled overhead, followed by the flash of a jagged spear of intense light which crackled several miles out. Khan reared up and whined in irritation. Mulan unashamedly raced over to calm her horse. Shan Yu watched in approval as she quickly regained control of Khan as she stroked his snout soothingly and whispered comfortingly to him.

Shan felt blood flooding into his thick shaft as he savored her. Whatever he had planned to say to her to distract him was gone, as he drank in her form. Her lithe arms were curved with muscle. Long dark hair trailed down her smooth backside. Shan took a deep breath as his gaze lingered upon her small, rounded ass. He sent his gaze down shapely legs that were smooth and strong from spending time in the saddle. Legs of Alabaster that he would love to have wrapped around his waist, buried deep inside of her. Turn around! His mind shouted to her.

Mulan patted her horse then moved to rejoin Shan at the fire. Shan felt the wolf in him rise as his eyes fell upon her dark hair, lingering over her shoulders and covering her small mounds. A thought that he was looking at some sea nymph rising from the water or conjured Earth spirit, crossed his mind briefly. His gaze continued down her flat stomach and rested upon the dark patch snug between her V. She suddenly stopped. Shan Yu registered fear in her wide eyes. She realized that she was naked and this enormous Hun was looking at her with a deep hunger. Her father had never looked at her that way. Nor any man. Shan Yu would not hesitate now. He would teach her what her mother had not.

To Shan’s surprise, she slowly walked towards him. Circling the fire and watching him warily. He held out an outstretched hand. “Come, Mulan. I have much to show you.” He whispered. Tentatively, she accepted his gesture and placed a small hand in his. He closed his hand over hers and tugged her gently into his waiting arms. Tenderly, he stretched her out on the ground. He leaned over her. Mulan did not struggle as he would have expected. But he did not miss the anxiety across her lovely face. He smiled gently at her.

“Mulan?” He whispered as he leaned towards her. “Do you trust me?” Mulan looked curiously at him. “Do you trust me?” He repeated more firmly. “Yes.” She replied without hesitation. His heart was elated. He sealed his lips to hers.

Heat went through her like a firestorm. His mouth was hot and demanding. His tongue probing and insistent. To his surprise, she did not turn away but matched him with an intensity of her own. His hand slowly trailed up her thigh. Mulan felt new sensations of pleasure as Shan Yu fondled one of her breasts. He traced his lips down to her neck, kissing and nibbling as he went.

Mulan sighed contentedly as his hot mouth found a mound. Small moans slipped out of her as he teased her nipples with his tongue. A new sensation touched her as she felt her nipples hardened under his hot mouth. She felt his hand slip between her legs. Strong fingers parted her lips. Her eyes widened in delight as he worked a finger gently into her. She unconsciously arched her hips.

Shan Yu began favoring her stomach with his tongue as he slowly made his way down, fingering as he went. Mulan let out a snort. Shan Yu looked up at her. “It tickles.” She said trying hard not to giggle. You dare giggle when a man touches you! You’re a woman now!

Mulan looked down her belly. Shan Yu caressed the undersides of her thighs as he placed them over his massive shoulders. He knelt down. Mulan let out a shriek as she felt his tongue slip into her pussy. Her eyes lit up and her mouth widened as he lapped at her like an animal taking a drink of water. His moustache rubbing against her soft lips. She squealed and squirmed beneath his furious tongue.

An intense sensation of pleasure overwhelmed her and she began rubbing her hips in rhythm with his tongue. Her head shaking from side to side. Her hands digging into the dirt. Her body tightened. Shan Yu pulled her hips closer. Burying his face deeper. Mulan arched her back and let out a loud sigh of content. She slumped back down, breathing rapidly. Shan Yu pressed his pelvic bone up against her pussy and she twitched. Mulan’s lips were tingling from the sensation. She wanted more.

She froze when she felt his hardness up against her. “Shan, what is that?” He smiled tenderly at her. “Mulan. I’m sorry. It will hurt at first. But I’ll try to be as gentle as I can.” His voice suddenly somber.

He spread her legs further apart. He leaned into her neck. Mulan gasped. Her eyes bulged as he slid into her wet soaked pussy. She wrapped her ankles tightly about his waist as he began to stroke her. Shan Yu grimaced as he fought to control the pleasure overwhelming him. She was so tight! So wet! Gods! He had forgotten how good it felt to blossom a woman! The walls of her pussy hugging his shaft.

“Oh...Oh...” Mulan groaned through short gasps of breath. She dug her nails into his skin. He could feel the walls of her pussy widen as he kept at her, slowly, he didn’t want to hurt her, although it was getting more and more difficult to control this pace, he had denied himself this pleasure for too long. And she felt so good! Mulan wasn’t like the other women he had. Most of them had found his cock too thick to take. His body too large for their legs. And those women were either professional or had already been touched. Sessions with him tended to be short. But Mulan hadn’t tried to push him off, and so far the only sound that he heard, were cries of ecstasy.

“Gods!...Oh!” He breathed at her neck. He felt the muscles of her thighs contract around his waist, as she spread her legs further apart. He slid in deeper. Shan Yu increased his rhythm.

Mulan closed her eyes tightly. She was being overwhelmed with new feelings. She was breaking every social rule her mother had taught her. She had defied her father. She was aiding an enemy of her people. And she was here having sex with him. And the physical sensations running through her were foreign to her. She felt as if she were being impaled. She could feel the walls of her pussy part as his thick rod penetrated deeper. She felt helpless, held down by his massive weight. She was frightened by the intensity of him. His pace was fierce. He was grunting over her tiny form like some great beast. She was getting sore.

“Shan...Shan...Please...Stop” She managed to breathe. Elation swept through him as he buried himself to the hilt. “Shan, please. I...I...can’t take anymore.” She pleaded again.

“Shan.” Mulan said again. She was growing sore. The new thoughts, sensations. It was just too much. Something wet touched his cheeks. He slowed his pace for he had no intention of stopping. He looked into Mulan’s eyes. He had gotten so lost in the pleasure that he hadn’t had in a long time, that he hadn’t been aware that he was causing her discomfort. And it was important to Shan Yu that she enjoy this moment. “Mulan?” He whispered looking into her eyes. “I...I..can’t. Its too much.” She begged.

She was probably feeling more anxiety then sore. Shan Yu was larger then even the most muscular of Chinese. He was not married to her. She had defied her father and aided an enemy. “Sssh.” He cooed into her ears. “It’s alright. I won’t hurt you.” He slowed himself. Grimacing with the effort, he lessened his pace. He kissed her tenderly. He muzzled her throat. He kept at her, slowly, thoroughly. Whispered soothing words to her in his native tongue.

Eventually, he was rewarded. Mulan grabbed at his back pulling him closer to her. Her cries of discomfort turned into cries of elation. "Shan...” She breathed. She felt as if every nerve ending of her body were on fire as heat swirled through her. She was moaning and groaning like Shan Yu. She loved the feel of his thickness moving inside of her. She liked the way he smelled. He smelled of sweat and musk His thick muscles rubbing up against her pert nipples. His pelvis grinding rhythmically against her. His cooing at her neck in his native tongue, melting her anxieties away.

Shan Yu felt his body tighten up. The elation was ready to burst forth like a damn that had swelled during a storm. He could feel the trickle of something wet beneath the sharp claws digging into his back. Mulan’s panting had increased. Her moaning had grown louder and louder. Her body had arched against his chest. She tightened her hold around his waist. Shan Yu growled loudly, and his body gave a hearty shudder as he released into her. He sank his teeth into her neck.

Mulan collapsed. Her body drained of energy. She twitched beneath him as he continued to release. “Shan.” A deep smile of satisfaction crept across her face. Shan Yu slumped against her. He breathed deeply at her neck.

Several men, dressed in the armor of the Elite Guard, raced into the small office. A thin man, looked up at the assembled throng with an annoyed glance. How dare they interrupt me when I am doing important work for the Emperor! “What is it?” The skinny man said arrogantly. His head held high. He looked at the guards through pompous eyes. He changed his expression when he recognized the Captain. The one who had lead the team to capture him in the first place. “The Hun has escaped.” He announced. “What?! How is that possible?!”

“We should have executed him on the spot. As I had advised. I knew those guards would not be able to contain him for long.” Chifu hid his displeasure. It had been his idea to present the enormous barbarian to the Emperor as a gift. And now, it had escaped.. Oh well, the Emperor had not been made aware of his capture. So all was not lost.

He looked up at the tall, broad man. His helmet under his arm. “Captain, gather your men. Tell them they have another job to perform in the service of the Emperor.” Chifu gave the officer a knowing look. The Captain raised an eyebrow and a faint, wicked grin broke the seal of his tightly held lips.

Shan Yu opened his eyes. He caught a glimpse of grey sky from between the boulders arranged in front of the entrance. Morning. A curtain of rain was cascading in front of them. Something soft stirred against him. He glanced down. Mulan was curled up in his arms. Her dark hair tickled his nose as she shifted her head. His nostrils twitched as he picked up the lingering scent of last night’s encounter. The aroma was intoxicating and Shan Yu struggled hard to control his arousal.

Mulan tilted her head up and smiled happily at him. She gently twirled her finger around his trim moustache. She lightly muzzled his throat as she inhaled his scent. She rubbed her nose lightly across the fine spread of hair within his deep chest. She rested her cheek against his chest. She could hear his heart beat. It was a steady and strong rhythm; much like ShanYu himself. It made her feel content, secure. She stretched out her legs and felt his hardness shift against her thighs.

Last night with Shan Yu had been an amazing experience. She remembered how deep inside of her he was. His gentle touch lessening the discomfort. His smoky voice whispering into her ears, soothing her anxieties, easing the tension of their escape. Every touch setting her skin alight with pleasure. Awakening the desires she had been feeling from the first time she had met him. The flesh between her thighs were still throbbing.

“Shan...” Mulan began coyly. “How often do people do that?” Shan Yu looked down at her with mild amusement. He heard the underlying request in her tone. You’ve got to be kidding? She wants more? Shan Yu would love to oblige. He was still hard. But she might be sore, even if she wasn’t aware of it. Another round could hurt her. And she didn’t need that, not since eventually they would have to ride, as soon as the rain let up.

He smiled gently at her and ran a finger down her smooth cheek. “You need your rest young lady. We have to ride soon.” Mulan was elated. He said Lady and not girl. “Shan, may I ask you a question?” “Why do men pay for it?” Shan’s eyes lit up in astonishment. “What?” He asked. Mulan began relating the things she had seen and heard when she had gone through the town to rescue him.

Shan Yu knew that place. He had passed through it on his way to the stockade. It was a sad place. A place hidden from the daylight. It was full of wickedness, sorrow, misery and failed dreams. Of lies and betrayal. He had seen more then one robe of high office in that place the day the cart passed through. There weren’t too many places like that in his country. All of his people struggled. Life was hard for both men and woman alike. But in the struggle, it taught one to fight. To not give up. To go for what you wanted. To take what you wanted. If a man betrayed you, you went after him. If he took your woman. You got her back. Even the women of his people understood that. The tales of his people were full of strong women having to step outside of the traditions of being a woman in fulfillment of that principle.

Even though he had been locked in a cage. He had given himself thanks that he was a Hun. He took one look at those poor souls out there and realized, his struggles had been to teach him. He would have been proud to die as a Hun. To die as a man chasing a goal, instead of in despair. “Shan...” Mulan’s gentle query brought him back to the present. The dark thought pushed to the back of his mind. “Sometimes, life is hard. For whatever reason, some people are forced to break the rules of society to survive. Some people have to step outside what they know, what they were taught, what is familiar to them in order to live.”

He also left out, What you have to do if you want something badly enough. He looked down at her. When you have to fulfill your destiny. “But I do not think you will end up like them. I believe the future has something better in store for you.” He lied quietly, kissing the top of her head.

Mulan sensed sadness in his voice. A bitterness inside of him. It was faint, and he seemed to take great care in holding it back, but every now and then, it would slip out. Especially when he was teaching her something. “Get some rest Mulan. You will need it.” He said softly.

“Anything?” The Captain inquired to another man kneeling in the soft earth. Dressed in the guise of a farmer, there was nothing peasant about the sharp eyes that gazed respectfully up at him. “I found four hoof prints. The depth of impression indicates that a horse came through here with a heavy burden.” The Captain nodded his head to the man. That bastard definitely came through here alright. The soldier at his feet was the best tracker in the Empire.

“And something else, Sir.” “Oh?” The man moved toward the stream. “There is a small print right here by the stream. It looks like a knee print. I think. It’s not to far from where the horse had been drinking.” That bothered him. “Small?” “Yeah. Like a boy’s.” “That monster has taken a child?” Isn’t it enough that he had burned that village? The Officer looked to another soldier standing not to far away. “Captain. No missing children has been reported since the Hun went missing.”

The Captain looked toward the hills. He had a map of the area. He knew there was a foot path that led into the surrounding hills. But it wasn’t visible from the valley. It was hidden with dense trees and boulders. And the area was ringed with caves. And other convenient hiding places. If they tried to find him, he would have the advantage. He could see them coming.

This Hun had been captured within the wall. And he had been fully dressed and equipped as if he had some place to stay or a camp nearby. Or a village? He had heard rumors many years ago of a noble, prominent family that had displeased the Emperor and then had been banished from the palace. Their whereabouts had been unknown. It was presumed that they had perished along the journey. Or maybe not. Perhaps they had been sheltering this Hun?

“LiShang?” A tall, young soldier with an iron will chiseled on a handsome face and broad shoulders gazed respectfully at his superior. The Captain gestured to a much smaller man. The scribe, assigned to them, pulled out a piece of parchment and began rapidly writing at the Captain’s dictation. When was finished, he stamped it with Chifu’s Official seal. The Captain rolled up the scroll and handed it to the young soldier.

“I am placing you in command. I want you to return to the barracks and assemble the rest of the troops. I want you to meet me at this place.” He gestured on the map. LiShang made a quick study of the location. Once firmly memorized, he looked up at his superior. “It will be done, Sir.” The Captain nodded. “Good. Now get going.”

Swiftly, LiShang, mounted his horse, wheeled him around then sped off toward the Capital. “We’re not going to meet him up there?” The one kneeling queried. “No. He would have the advantage. No, I have a much better plan.”

The men gathered around him as he outlined his next move.

Mulan opened her eyes and stretched. Her muscles were not as sore as earlier. The throbbing between her thighs had subsided. Warmth surrounded her, the rough woolen fabric rested comfortably against her. She inhaled deeply the musky scent of man. She pulled Shan’s tunic tighter against her body. She heard the crackle of a fire. She tilted her head and saw his massive form sitting cross legged in front of a blazing fire.

She was silent as she regarded him. He had his hands palms up resting against his thighs. His eyes were closed. She sensed stillness from him. Her grandmother had tried to teach her meditation but Mulan found herself unable to sit still for very long. Her body always seemed eager to be on the move. The only movement from him was the barely perceptible rise and fall of his bare chest. The pace of it was so subtle, so infrequent, that he could have been a statue.

“Good afternoon, my dear.” The husky voice resonated pleasantly through her tiny frame. She sat up and gazed toward the right. Grayness, eclipsed the boulders covering the front entrance. The rain had ceased but the air was cloudy and damp. She could smell it coming into their shelter.

Her stomach growled. “I left some food for you by the fire. Eat. It will be a long time before we can stop. I will tend to Khan.” He easily uncoiled himself and rose gracefully to his feet. His movements always powerful and swift. Mulan watched Shan Yu as she stuffed her face greedily with the roasted meat. Her horse Khan neighed mightily and tilted his head away from Shan Yu in irritation. Khan had allowed Shan to ride him only because Mulan had been with him. But touching him was another matter.

Mulan had noticed that men liked being in control. Especially where animals were concerned. She had learned as much when those soldiers had searched her yard for Shan Yu. That soldier had been offended that the typical method of calming a horse, mainly yanking on his bit, provoked an angry response from Khan instead of an obedient one. They didn’t understand that an animal had a mind of its own. That an animal had to be tamed with respect and an understanding of his personality.

But Shan Yu understood that. She suspected that he had a way with animals. She watched as he gently stroked Khan’s snout and cooed gently into in his ear. It was an almost sensual gesture that reminded her of the pleasant encounter with him last night, when He had been deep inside of her and had been soothing her with soft words when the pleasure had gotten too intense. She watched as her Khan lowered his great head in submission.

Shan Yu flared his nostrils. Mulan was approaching him. “I’d like my shirt back. I don’t think it fits you.” He gently teased. “Of course.” She said coyly as she slipped it off her shoulders. Shan was momentarily distracted by the gesture. Dammit! I’m trying to get us out of here! With a great deal of effort he took the shirt and ignored her blushing smile. “Your clothing is dry now. We need to get moving.” He quietly urged. He did not want to dismiss her either. She was no mere plaything to him. She was someone special.

Too late. He caught the pout forming on her lips. Yet still a child! Mulan leaned over and attempted to put the shirt over his great shoulders. She deliberately brushed up against him and instead, settled for squeezing his middle. She rested her head against his backside.

For a moment, Shan did not move. A great peace came over him. Then he took the shirt and placed it over his shoulder. “You’re right, we have to leave. You have your people to get to.” Mulan said in a voice that was slightly mature. Her last statement pinched him. She seemed to be aware on some level that their time together was a brief moment of their lives. If it bothered her, she did not show it.

Dressed, Mulan joined him by Khan. There was a serious expression on her face. “I’m ready.” Shan smiled sadly at her. He wanted so much for her to be a part of his world. He mounted the horse and held out a hand to her. He gently straddled her in front of him. She leaned back and threw her arm around his neck. Inching his head towards hers. She kissed him tenderly on the lips. Brief though it may be! She is certainly learning to enjoy every moment! Mulan gave a sharp command and the horse trotted from the cave.
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