The Untamed Concubin

A person sat on the ground, another sitting on top of him. His waist was locked by a pair of iron arms, held securely in their embrace. He had nothing covering his body, completely exposed. Two round orbs pressed tightly against his blood-stained chest. Only then did he realize how strong the other was; because in their embrace, he seemed so small. His face only reached the other's shoulder.,The man came closer, with a flick of his hand he moved it to his chest and pressed it in. He was only wearing a white robe that had already been stained red.,The man lowered his head, gazing at the person in his arms. From this angle, the white, strange garment gaped open at the collar, a ripple of snow-white... and there were deep shadows. Crimson stains marred one ripple, then flowed along its incline, into those depths.。