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You are a higher-ranking courtesan; in fact, you spend most of your time doing the same work as the princesses. You have your fair share of fun in the sensual work, and you can't see yourself doing anything else besides this. You were lounging about today, much to the old lady's displeasure, but with how you're priced. It wasn't like you weren't busy the same way the lower-ranking or abandoned street courtesans were.
You dress up, best assets out, and take the few patrons who could afford you. While at least a quarter of the time, if you're lucky, you weren’t even sleeping with them. Just a game or two here and there, or reading a story and singing a song. While you watch your less fortunate sister's work hours, taking men for their pleasure.
If anything, you somewhat enjoyed your job as a courtesan.
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You walk over to Maomao's little shop in the back of the Verdigris.
She was always doing something interesting in her work; she was mixing some herbs and grinding me down. She looks at you and pays you no mind in her efforts to make whatever concoction it was that she was brewing up.
"What are you doing?" You slide over beside her, wrapping yourself around her.
She was like a little sister to you, the same way the other princesses saw her as such. Maomao squirms about in your hold but doesn't put much effort into it, and she ends up giving up for the most part to continue her work. You watch her with a curious eye and don't say much else.
Meanwhile, Jinshi was taking a trip to see Maomao; he missed her and craved her attention. He also wanted to talk to her about the whole incident, as it had been on his mind ever since their kiss was shared, even under the circumstances under which this kiss had come into fruition.
"Oh, look who it is, come for pleasure?" The old crone perks up upon seeing the beautiful and rather rich man, hoping to squeeze even a drop of coins into her pockets.
Doing his best to stay out of the way to avoid the old bat's pressuring advances to spend his money and sleep with one of her courtesans. He declines, of course, and scampers to the little apothecary shop so he can see his future wife.
She grumbles out, but always takes her job as a madam in stride, and since she can obviously tell he liked Maomao at the very least, she follows him to her back shop. Watching him enter and eavesdrop at the door for a moment to strike.
Jinshi, with a bright smile, beams into the shop to see Maomao, but pauses when he sees she's wrapped up in the arms of someone else. That person being you, obviously. His smile drops, and he pauses with a mental fog and gloom about him.
You glance up at him first, taking his rather depressed demeanor has you a bit put-off to the point that if you didn’t know who the man was, you'd assume he was an ill customer of your dear sister. Either way, you know he's hear for Maomao, but that doesn't mean you have to leave just yet.
The beautiful man grumbles before clearing his throat. You, still wrapped around Maomao, tap on her shoulder.
"Please answer the poor man, his moping is sad," you half-whispered to her, and she finally looked up at Jinshi.
"Is there something you need?" Maomao asked the same way she would have with any other shop-goer.
"We need to talk…" Jinshi's face flushed, and his tone was between firm and stumbling.
"Alone," You can feel him glaring at you. All it really manages to do is get you to sit up more. Were you afraid of this man? Potentially, to some degree, when it comes to his status, but because of a simple glare in the fits of jealousy, you were used to that by the hundreds.
She glances between the moon prince and you. Contemplate how she can handle the conversation she knew was coming up with the least stressful outcome.
Maomao sighs.
"Can you get us some jasmine?" She knew you would come back, and that was what she wanted, just in case. Just like you're sure that she already had some Jasmine stored in one of her shelves, but you don't say anything.
Nodding, you leave the shop, closing the door behind you. Looking over at Granny, who has her usual scowl on her wrinkled face. You both look at each other before you saunter off to get the item for Maomao. Not commenting on her eavesdropping.
You come back with the dried jasmine plants and see that the old hag has gotten up to her antics and came to interrupt them when she felt the opportunity to make money. Like a shark with blood, she felt a shift in the enclosed room and came barging inside.
You place the plants on the table and sit down to try to gather what you missed.
"If you even think about it, you better pay!" The old lady said, tapping her pipe on the table.
You make Maomao and Jinshi a cup of tea using her hot water. Watching the way the man stumbled to try and find the words to defend himself from what was missed on your end.
"If you really cared, you would have some experience under your belt," the termagant lady spoke again with raised gray brows.
Maomao agrees aloud, mostly to get him off her back because she doesn't want to deal with talking about the inciting incident. After all, she doesn't fully think he likes her for some reason. She only sees herself as someone not fit for what it is he desired in the first place.
Jinshi sinks into him at Maomao, basically agreeing that he needs to have experience before they can be together.
"…fine," Jinshi's resignation felt loud on everyone's ears, even his own.
He caves out of spite, along with the fact that he hopes it may make her a bit jealous. It's what he's telling himself, at least. Also, because he decides that he could get some practice before he does anything with Maomao, especially after the kiss. He doesn't want her to win him over again like last time; he wants his future wife to be the one who wants to lose control whenever they get together. Who crumbles under the other's touch.
You can already hear the upcoming words that the virago was going to was going to say, so you stand up. Looking Jinshi up and down, like an animal on the prowl, and speaking up before the hag can call any of the other princesses.
"If you so wish, I will take care of you for the evening." Walking up in front of him to bow.
He tenses up a bit and looks at you and then a Maomao as if he were contemplating actually doing this. He was already pulling out the coins from his bag and wishing that he had convinced Gaoshun to come with him better. Yet it was far too late now; he had somehow let himself get into the grasping jaws of hungry beasts.
Granny is beaming with all the money that was set aside for her to count. You, on the other hand, were leading him out of the apothecary shop that Maomao owned and giving her a wave goodbye while promising that you would take care of him for her. She doesn't say anything, her lips pressed together with a short nod.
You take his hand and lead him to your room. You can tell he was nervous; his body language was rigid, and he looked like he was between overheating and potentially crying. If you had super hearing you were sure that you'd hear his heart beating out of his chest.
You burn some incense and then guide him to the plush bedding; no words are exchanged, and Jinshi just watches for the most part as you set up the room for him. The smell of the two incenses hits him only faintly: a woody scent that has a warm musk to it, while also being a bit spicy. Jinshi doesn't even notice that you had grabbed your favorite body oil since his eyes are closed.
Loosening up your outfit to let the top part fall a bit more undone, you then tap his shoulder. He looks over to you, eyes drifting down to your nearly exposed breast, ready to fall free and flash him.
"We can go at whatever pace you like. Start with a massage. I can tell you've never done this before." You speak in a soft yet sultry tone, leaning on his side.
"What? How did it go? Is it really that obvious?" It was like he came to the full conclusion that it was, in fact, obvious that he was down bad and inexperienced.
"It's alright. That's what we're here to change." You pick your words carefully and still put on a calm voice for the tense man, fluttering your done eyelashes at him.
He lets you see his bare chest, and you drench your hands in the lavender-scented oil. Rubbing your hands together before and shooting behind him to place your hands on his shoulders.
You grip his shoulder, nice and firmly, before kneading him, before taking both hands and moving down his sculpted arms. Your chest on his back as you reach his hands from behind. Holding him, you push the point in his hand.
Jinshi's eyes shoot closed, and he lets out a moan that has his face flush. Why did the feeling of you pushing your fingers into his hands feel so good? He also felt far more relaxed under your exploratory touches. The scent of lavender makes him calmer. In fact, the smell felt like it was everywhere, a mix with the sandalwood, bleeding its way all over you, your bed, and your room.
"Please teach me. " Jinshi said in a hushed tone. It makes a smile grow on your face, and you move in front of him.
You take his hands in your own.
"Let's start by you picturing the person you desire to be most." You know he was going to have Maomao in mind; the only question is to see how he plans to act and treat her, and all you need is to have a basis for what he may know so far.
He moves and grabs your wrist and bends you over onto the bed. You are left blinking, only being brought back to the reality of his actions when he leans down to bite you.
You hold him back a bit before he can. Looking up at the way he straddled you, as even you were a little flushed.
"Rather strong for a first approach. Too strong, probably." You both sit up, and he looks very embarrassed at messing up. You rub the light soreness that your wrist had gotten. If this were a different time with a more experienced man, you may have entertained the roughness, but now was not the time.
"Sorry, sorry," he shook out in a breath, looking at the line he had created on your wrist. Scolding his aggressiveness that seems to creep up whenever he gets impatient and eager. Just like how he was when he got his kiss from Maomao.
He nods and mellows out a bit, only to go wide-eyed when you start to free his lower half from his clothes. Once he is fully naked, you take in the full beauty of his heavenly body. You have to hold yourself back from feeling up his body even more and giving him a full-body massage. Caressing his soft skin, long purple hair, nervous eyes, and hard cock.
That has you licking your lips, dropping to your knees between his legs.
"First, we need to know what you like for yourself." You waste no time getting a delicate hand around his pretty cock. Running your hand down his length, kissing up his base to his tip, and licking him in a teasing manner, he bucks his hips up a little, but you can tell he's trying to stay still in your efforts.
You place a peck around his tip, and his body does a full shutter. He watches you without a word. Curling your tongue under his tip like you would trace a lid with your fingers. Then you pull away so you can speak.
"Communicate with me. Tell me what you lick and don't," you inform him, while spreading the small beads of precum around his tip. You lighten up at the shine it gives it after.
"Please more," he mustered out, not fully knowing what it was he was asking for in the current moment. However, it is still a start.
"Like this?" You start stroking him slowly, up and down, from the base to the head with the tilt of your wrist. He lets out a moan, and his hair slips off his shoulder when his head lolls backwards. He nods weakly, but you wanted to hear him say it, so you slow down a bit, stroking him only halfway. His eyes widened from their close state, and he burst out.
"No, please, yes, I liked it, please don't stop," he babbled out, and you don't waste any more time finding a pace that had him trembling again. You jerk him off, twisting your hand as you move out and down, like a rotating axle.
You look him up and down from your position on your knees. Taking him in all his beauty. He was so majestic looking; his eyelashes long, fluttering between being open and closed, ears and cheeks a pretty pink, and his lips a bit wet and swollen from the constant biting he was doing to try and hide the music of his moans, he was sweating, and even that helped his appearance, the small beads on forehead dripping down his sculpted eyebrows, and his purple hair sticking and messing to his face and shoulders.
You kiss his thighs, trailing up back to his cock, into your mouth fully. Jinshi moans loudly, unbothered and without the nervousness that he had when he first came into your room with you. Taking him down to your base and he lets out a cry, tears beading in his magnetic eyes. His eyes twitched and started to roll back, and you grab a gentle hand to his balls and massage his sack as you bob your head on his shaft.
"You are so beautiful." You watched as he got close to cumming, taking him back in your mouth, and he throbbed in the entrance of your throat. You don't get much of a warning after the throbbing before he's shooting down your mouth, you take all of it, tasting the salty yet somehow sweet flavor of his cum invading your throat. Mostly due to his pampered and curated diet as a nobleman of such high standing.
You pull off of him with a pop, a bit of disappointment starting to grow as you feel like he was probably done after his first ever blow job. Jinshi was panting, teary-eyed, as he gathered himself after his first assisted orgasms. You look down at his cock, surprised to see that he still seemed to be growing strong with a new erection. While you stare at everything from his veins and flushed tip, and pulsing balls.
He looks down at you, awaiting something new, something more, desires swirling in his eyes. "Well, now that you know a bit on your own pleasure, it's time for you to learn to service. You can never please her if you in many ways that satisfy." You were already getting into the bed, stripping down out of your silky robes until you were bare in front of him. You have been naked in front of countless men and high-class guests; this was nothing new.
Yet for some reason, his stare does make you shiver. He looked ready to pounce and melt into the throes of pleasure with you. You meet his eyes, gathering yourself like the professional you are. You fall onto your back and wait for him to get close as you spread your legs open like you've done many times before. This was a bit different, though, with the way Jinshi's eyes were locked on the gloss of your cunt, ears hot as they eagerly wait for any instructions or guides so he can be hands-on.
You were already wet from sucking him off, your puss was shimmering with your juices, you trailed your fingers, spreading out the juices of yourself. "You're going to use your tongue for this." You stuck your tongue out just for show before pulling it back in. You use your fingers to dip into your entrance and spread your juices up to your clit.
"Move similarly to my fingers. I'll guide you once you start your practice." You circle your clit a few times and let out a huffed breath. Jinshi was entranced, trying to put your hand movements in his head and memory.
Eventually, you can feel yourself building yourself up so you deem that the best time to pass the touch and hand the pretty man put his face in it. You feel the lead to explain a bit before just pulling him down into your snatch.
"Think of is a lady's garden, each spot of pleasure is the petals that you want to caress, lick, and taste." You stiffen as he leans in closer, but make sure not to stop touching yourself. You weren’t the virgin after all, so there was no point acting like one.
Jinshi didn't want to wait any longer; the vindictiveness that was fueling him into action had taken over. He could read, listen, watch, and be verbally taught many things, but it means nothing if he couldn’t practice. He wanted to act, and once you gave the go-ahead for him to try, he started by licking your wet hand of your slick and sucking your fingers clean. He lets out a breathy groan, and the first taste, but it was only an appétizer to what he was going to get to indulge in. He takes no more time after the teaser to move face down into your core.
Jinshi starts with inexperienced kisses, which turn into open-mouth kisses and licks before he gets the rhythm and patterns you had shown with your fingers. You moan, and he enjoys the nectar of your folds. His movements were feeling more calculated as he got the hang of things; he was using your sonorous moans that hit his ears. He runs his tongue into you, tasting your entrance and then dragging up to your clit. You sing out, head falling back on the array of pillows of blankets. Your sounds were egging him on, and he pushed his face more into you in an effort to see if he could make you scream.
You guide his head to where you want him, running your delicate hands through his soft, silky locks while also praising him on his practices. He felt on top of the world and lost in his efforts all at once. You shook and got ready to work into orgasm as the chord snapped. Jinshi is sucking on your clitoris, you finish on his chin and lips, you break his growing ego with a statement.
"Is it also important that what may work…for me may not work for others… so be. Sure to ask for feedback," you spoke between moaning and trying to catch your breath as Jinshi ate you out. He was doing great for you; even in his inexperience, he was getting the hang of your cunt. But a man full of himself is a man of little. Based on your experience, it was better to crush the unnecessary pride in how work so that he can grow to keep learning.
Your words do seem to have the desired outcome. Now, he was thinking super hard about how he could use this skill to make Maomao come undone and how he could get her back in a way that makes him cum his pants from just a kiss. But for now, he can focus on you; it was the least he could do for all the help you were giving him. He slurps up the taste of your orgasm until you are pulling his drooling mouth from your snatch.
You had both come, and now it was on to the main course.
You pull him onto his back, straddling him, and grab his cock to line up with her entrance. You didn't want to wait; you couldn't wait any longer. You needed to feel him inside you. Pushing him inside you slowly as you both let out a loud sound of pleasure. He parts your walls with his width, and once you slide all the way down, you can feel his length threatening to kiss the deepest part of you. You pant out, it felt so good as his perfect cock was made to be inside someone, and for the time, it was you.
You start a slow bounce for yourself first so that you can get off and get close to your orgasm, since you know he may cum first if you're not too careful. You were riding his cock, his hands were gripping the sheets that still smelled thickly of lavender and sandalwood. Only now starting to mix in the smells of your earthly body's sweat. Jinshi was trying his hardest not to give in to what he was feeling, but the way your walls enveloped him had him seeing flowers and stars. You are a courtesan after all, this was your job, but he was going to learn all that he could before he kicked the pleasure bucket. You were sucking him in, and he grabs your hips to try and ground himself.
"Oh, your cock feels so good, think it's the best one yet." Your thighs slap back onto his, and your pace starts to pick up as you get lost in the feeling of his dick. Every time you slammed down on him, you were sure he kissed your cervix.
Jinsh was beaming with the praise that he was getting as from you, grinding your hip into him. Using him to get closer, it was nice to see from his perspective, the way your body shook and the moans you let out, and your breasts jiggling in front of his face like they were trying to hypnotize you.
You were in the pleasure zone, and now you can look down at the way Jinshi had as he was lost in the feeling of you ready to get off, that he looked like he was ready to blow himself. Knowing that he was supposed to be learning, you didn't want him to cum just yet. You circle your clit as you carefully pull off of him, as you watch him whimper out at the cool air now on him.
"As much as I want to cum riding you, it doesn't leave much for your learning." You keep a calm motion on your clit so you don't lose too much of the high you were on.
"Besides, you can expect your future wife to do all the work for you, and I couldn't let this beautiful cock go to waste from not knowing how to use it." You trace a hand along the line of his pecks. He nods at your words even though her was a bit upset that you weren't on his cock anymore. He lets out shaky breaths and tries to collect himself before he gets on top. He holds your legs open before moving to line his cock with your entrance. You help him slide into you now in missionary, you feel him push inside you at in even more intimacy than when you were fucking yourself on him.
Jinshi was moving inside you, and you could tell it needed some work. He was moving like an animal in heat, rutting into you roughly. You hold him, telling him to slow down, start slow, and guide him to have a good rhythm. He pulls all the way back before dragging his cock back into you. It was much better this time, and you can feel yourself clenching and fluttering around him now that he is moving consistently. He closes your eyes, gripping your hips like a lifeline as he fucks into you.
"Much better, making me feel good." You wrap your hands into his hair and around his shoulders.
You go back to pinching and touching your clit, muttering a side note that he should touch you or any other partner here while he was making love or lust. He picked up the pace, getting faster and harder, which was making your head spin. Your sounds get louder, and so do Jinshi's moans as well. Getting close, you clench around him, and it was the stepping stones to him cumming, half inside you and half onto your stomach and breasts as he pulls out a bit too late.
He falls beside you, and you turn to caress and massage his moist skin. While you can remember you add the final lesson of your session for him. Talking about the importance of aftercare for his partners. Even though you can manage without it list time and that the small conversation was enough. While explaining what that could be and look like, you help him clean up first and get dressed, and he helps you clean up a bit, and you dress yourself.
Then you wave him on his way.
"Come back any time and I'll teach you anything else you may desire to know." He nods, and you rub his arm and watch him beaming with a new light and the smell of sex that you left behind, clinging to him with the scents of lavender.
You find ways to enjoy your job as a courtesan, but you hope that you'll get to do something like this, with him, just maybe.