.UPDATE 5/4/2021
All sexual explicit stories had to be edited due to the rules here at MGE. Please check my message wall / forums for a better explanation.
I sighed, looking at my wife as she hemmed and hawed, trying to arrange our house in whatever vision of perfection she had in mind.
“You’re being ridiculous, you know.” I said with a chuckle as her joints continued to stiffen, causing her to almost drop one of her potted flowers.
“Oooh! Mark, stop it! This is hard enough without you stiffing me!” Jiyan huffed, she seemed startled from using the word ‘stiff’ as she often accidentally would, when she had gone too long without sex.
“Speaking of stiff-” I said as i grabbed a pillow.
Jiyan whirled around and held up her finger- she was not in the mood for ‘stiff’ jokes.
I sighed, she would come around, maybe in ten minutes as her stiffness would only settle in faster now that I pointed it out. She took her stiffness as a weakness, an ever-reminding sign that she was ‘not-fully-human’ and it irked her to no end.
Ah, my cute Jiyan is a Jiangshi, an undead mamono, known for their high intelligence and potent magic powers.
“-Oh! Oh no!” Jiyan cried out as she dropped her favorite potted flower. Thankfully I was already prepared and threw the pillow, saving her beloved Passion Flower arrangement.
“Oh my… oh dear…” I said in mock astonishment as I walked over. I picked up the potted flower and placed it back on the dining room table and took Jiyan’s arm and bent her elbow a few times. “Seems like everything’s okay.” I lied, as her joints were a bit sluggish. “Hmmm, lets see about this.” I said, moving to her shoulders, rubbing them down, teasing the chest area near her breasts. “Nope, thats fine, hmmm.” A guided my hands up to her neck and caressed her there, feeling her blush starting to burn her cheeks, causing a heat to radiate to my chin.
“Mark…” Jiyan whispered, backing her taught bottom into my crotch.
“Hmmm?” I leaned forward, brining my crotch away and placing my cheek next to hers.
“I… I think my lips might be a little stiff… and maybe my ribs on the front.” She said, between her panting.
“Oh?” I pressed back into her bottom, filling her sweet crevice with my flesh and tilted her chin up, kissed her lips, and grabbed her perky breasts.
“Mark.” Jiyan panted, turning around and cupping my face in her hands. She adjusted her boony hat to have her talisman fall away from her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m just so worried to meet your parents. I- I just wish-” Her lip trembled and she turned away, crossing her arms over her body.
I sighed, it took a lot of distress to turn Jiyan away from making love. My heart broke seeing her like this. It was like this ever since I found her in the himalayas. At first, I thought she was a trapped climber, on an impossible ridge that demanded all my ability as a mountain climber, and more.
She had no memory of her past life, even though several scrolls tucked into her ancient kimono’s detailed her entire life history; she was a royal scribe, apprentice to historically famous herbalist, and killed along with her family when her father was found out to be a traitor to the emperor of China. Of all her family, only she was executed with poison as to not mark or wound her body.
Ever since I found her, and brought her to safety and to her senses… (er, well… more like her raping me to her senses as soon as she was untied….) she acutely felt distress over the fact that she was not alive, and that she was not human… well, at least, not anymore. Over and over she tried to assimilate into society, and even though humanity found a perfect, incentive-based balance to co-exist with mamono, Jiyan felt that being a Jiangshi meant she was less of a person and not more.
“Hey there,” I said, grabbing her hand, spinning her around into my arms again. “My parents are going to be overjoyed to see you. I mean, look at you, you’re beautiful, you are an accomplished scholar of ancient China, and even re-wrote several books on the subject thanks to your knowledge on ancient Chinese writing.”
That was an understatement; Jiyan was the foremost authority on ancient China. Even her appearance had to re-write all history books as to how ancient Chinese people looked. Jiyan’s appearance was more akin to an anime character. Rather than the typical slanted eyes, and flatter face that was typical of the Chinese today; Jiyan almost looked European with even, angular, almost elfin features.
I sighed, Jiyan still wouldn’t meet my eyes. “Here, lets try this.” I pulled her Talisman free, glancing upon the words; patience honor calm. “Let’s try a different one.”
.UPDATE 5/4/2021
All sexual explicit stories had to be edited due to the rules here at MGE. Please check my message wall / forums for a better explanation.