Other Fan Fiction ❯ A Gentler Form of War ❯ Hope For The Future ( Chapter 1 )

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A Gentler Form of War

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor did I invent, any of the characters found herein that one would see in Dynasty Warriors or the Three Kingdoms novel. Minor characters are my own invention.

Warning: This fanfic contains graphic depictions of lesbian sex, along with implied heterosexual sex. I've aged the Qiao sisters a little bit, since Xiao looks especially young in the game. My apologies if you were looking for lolicon, but you won't find it here.

A Final Note: Anyone who's read Three Kingdoms will know that this scenario is pretty much totally implausible, not to mention that the characters could be construed as acting OoC. For the sake of variety, I've retained the character's DW personas, touched up with some ideas gleaned from the book. Since this fic is basically a vehicle for lesbian sex between the Dynasty Warriors females, please ignore such discrepancies as timeline or individual temperament. You don't know for sure if these girls weren't lesbian, you weren't there, were you? :P

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Prologue

Da Qiao rolled onto her back, breathing heavily. Beside her, Sun Ce lay quietly, a satisfied smirk on his face, his hands resting behind his neck

She smiled gently and stroked his cheek. “You like it when you get me to do that, don't you, my lord?”

Lord Sun smiled. “You know I do. There is not a single one of my concubines that can match you, Da. Your wetness, your sensitivity, your tightness…”

“My lord…” Da Qiao said, blushing furiously. “You embarrass me.”

Ce chuckled. “It's just the two of us here, Da, no one is around. Aside from your sister or mine, who else can you share such thoughts or conversation with? Haven't we made love in front of our servants before?”

Da Qiao rolled onto her side, facing away from her husband so he wouldn't see her blush. He was right, of course, but she still felt embarrassed.

“I know the truth and common sense of your words, my lord. Truly I lose myself when we are enjoined and take no notice of our waiting servants. But still, to speak of it makes my heart pound and my cheeks flush. I am but a woman, after all.”

Ce rolled onto his side, putting an arm around her waist as he spooned up behind her. He kissed her neck, feeling her relax at his touch.

“Nonsense, you're no mere woman. Do you think I married you merely because of your lovemaking skills? What of your performance on the battlefield? Try as I might to keep you from fighting, you somehow manage to find yourself in the thick of conflict, laying about with your fans and vanquishing our enemies in Wu's name.”

He rolled her in to face him, cupping his hand on her cheek. “You are Da Qiao, most beautiful woman in the Three Kingdoms. You are a musician and dancer second to none, even Diao Chan. On the battlefield, only my sister exceeds your prowess. Your skill and training as a lover are beyond compare. What is there for me to not love about you?”

She smiled.

“So tell me already, Da… what's on your mind?”

She blushed again. “Was it that obvious, my love?”

Ce laughed. “Trust me. You love being on top and somehow you just weren't totally lost in it like you normally are.”

She smiled coyly. “And yet you still managed to make me… well, you know. I fear the maids will have to change the covers and slips again.”

“Don't change the subject,” he admonished, touching her nose. “That was sneaky, even for you. To try and distract me with talk of lovemaking… whatever it is that's bothering you, it must be big.”

She sighed. “I guess I am nervous because of this summit you are holding, my lord. So many great leaders and warriors will be present, here in our home.”

Ce smiled slyly. “It's because of that old lecher Cao Mengde, isn't it? Da, we all know he lusts after you and Xiao. But he will be nowhere near you. His armies come and his generals come, but only his closest advisors will be allowed into the royal city with him.”

Da Qiao shivered at the thought of Cao Cao. “The notion of him being anywhere in our territory still makes me uncomfortable.”

Ce shook his head and smiled. “Our own valiant generals will always be nearby. Several of his own retainers are honourable, even if he personally is not.”

“Like Zhang Liao or Pang De.”

He nodded. “Yep. They'll make him behave. Besides, there's no one Zhou Tai and Taishi Ci can't handle, right?”

She seemed reassured. “Even Guan Yu?”

Ce didn't answer immediately. In his heart he knew that with Lu Bu dead there was not a man alive in the Three Kingdoms who could match the mighty Guan Yu. Not Taishi Ci, not Zhou Tai, not even Zhang Fei of Shu.

“It doesn't matter,” he said simply. “There's no one more honourable than ol' Guan anyway. If he thinks that you gals are threatened by Cao Cao, he'll probably take matters into his own hands, even if he's not on our side.”

She laughed prettily. “Is it not ironic then, my lord, that I should feel comforted by the presence of someone many might call our greatest enemy?”

Ce sighed and shook his head. “Zhou Yu's sure not happy about Guan Yu being here. He single-handedly thwarted our attempt to ambush him and murder him.”

“Is Zhuge Liang coming as well?” she asked, thankful to have a distraction from the thought of Cao Cao.

“There are days I think Liu Bei won't go to the bathroom unless Kongming tells him to.” Ce, replied, laughing heartily. “Liu Bei may be a man of great virtue, but without Zhang Fei, Guan Yu and Zhuge Liang he would have fallen long ago.”

“You would do well not to say so in your sister's presence.” Da Qiao whispered quietly. “She still loves Liu Bei, even if the constant warring keeps them apart.”

“I do not know what pop and my brother were thinking, letting that go ahead.” muttered Ce.

She shrugged daintily, her alabaster skin bright in the moonlight that streamed through the window. She got out of the bed and walked over to a small table, pouring two cups of heated wine. Ce watched her as she walked, drinking in the sight of her smooth, white skin, her supple curves and her raven hair. He had many attractive concubines, but none could match his wife's beauty.

She returned and sat on the edge of the bed, handing a cup to her husband and waiting respectfully for him to drink first. He took a small sip and leaned back, looking pensive.

“What is it that troubles you now, my love?” she asked, her lyrical voice like music in his ears. He just smiled and shrugged.

“I am just thinking of you and my sister…” he said plainly. Ce turned to look at his wife. “Do you think she is pretty?”

Da Qiao looked down, a hint of red suddenly touching her cheeks. “I… you know I think she is pretty, my lord. She is so opposite to me. She is strong, athletic, decisive, very martial. But she is also beautiful.”

Ce frowned and shrugged. “I don't see it. Don't get me wrong, she's my sister and I love her and all, but I don't know how you can find her… attractive like that.”

In spite of her blushing, Da Qiao answered honestly and with a gracious smile. “Take my word for it then, my husband. Your sister is a beautiful, wonderful woman, whom I love nearly as much as I love you. She is an excellent lover. She is fiery and passionate. Yes, she loves Liu Bei, but her preference for women is well-marked.”

Ce shrugged again, unconvinced. “Well, you and your sister must know something, since you unfailingly find your way to her bedchambers when you are not in your husband's. Not that I'm objecting, I just don't get it.”

Da Qiao smiled slyly, intent on making a game of teasing her husband. “Oh, but Ce, what a remarkable lady she is! Her skin, though darker than mine, is every bit as soft, her breasts, while large and firm, stand up on their own, and her thighs are-“

“Okay, I've heard enough.” Ce said suddenly, downing the rest of his wine. “I like to think about my sister having sex the way you'd like to think about having sex with your sister or Cao Cao. It creeps me out.”

“Sorry, my lord…” she said, smirking.

Ce now stood and put on a tiger-pattered robe, such as his family was famous for wearing. “Da Qiao, I have something to talk to you about.”

Da Qiao heard the changed in her husband's voice and became attentive. “What is it, my lord?”

Ce stood at the window, looking out over the royal city, and beyond to the wide plains of the riverlands, touched blue in the moonlight. He gave no response for a moment but drew a breath.

“You're right to be concerned about these upcoming meetings with the great lords of the realm. The purpose, from my point of view, is to give Wu peace, at least for a while. I'm pretty sure we can get Liu Bei to agree, I'm not so sure about Cao Cao. That bastard's always scheming, y'know?”

She bowed her head. “Any service I can render, my lord…”

“Along with the great men of the realm will come the women.” Ce continued. “Their wives and stuff. I can't believe this worked, but they've all agreed to let their wives stay here in the royal city.”

Da Qiao nodded, not sure what he was leading up to. For the normally frank Sun Ce to be taking his time in explaining something meant he wasn't certain of her reaction.

He turned around to face her. “I'm just gonna come out and say it. Da, you, your sister and all these women will be staying with Sun Shang Xiang in her palace.”

Da Qiao looked somewhat perplexed, although inwardly she was relieved. She had faintly dreaded that he was going to asked her to spend time near Cao Cao. “How is this unusual, my lord?”

Ce paused again, trying to find the words. “I want you… that is…”

Da Qiao smiled warmly, understanding dawning on her. “You want me to spy for you, to use my feminine wiles to coax information from these women.”

Ce nodded affirmatively. “Yeah… whatever it takes. Do you understand what I mean, Da?”

She smiled again, her features serene. “I understand completely, my lord. This is one service I can happily render.”

“You do know it might be several days before you can see me again, right?” Ce asked, fishing for a certain response.

“Oh, my beloved lord and husband,” she cooed, allowing the silken sheet she had wrapped herself in to fall away from her body, skin pale in the moonlight, her proud breasts calling enticingly to the overlord of Wu. “Not a moment will pass that I will not being thinking of you. I simply hope I do not cry out your name as I make love to these women…”

“That's my girl.” Lord Sun Ce of Wu said, setting down his wine cup and approaching the bed.

She reached out a hand to him.

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“Yes, I know all about the plans, Da.” Sun Shang Xiang said lazily, as she sat in the large bathing basin opposite Da Qiao. They feet were twined together in a casual embrace, stroking slowly against each other. The blossoms and petals of exotic plants floated around the surface of the scented water.

Da Qiao smiled as she stroked a petal across the skin of her forearm. “What I have yet to find out is how this all came to pass- whose idea was it? It does not sound like something Ce would dream up.”

Shang Xiang made a wry face. “No chance of that, Da. My big brother's a lot more effective on the battlefield or in the conference chamber than he is at covert schemes like this.”

Da Qiao nodded, knowing the truth of Shang Xiang's statement. Whatever Ce's traits might be, he most certainly was not a schemer.

“Zhou Yu, then?” she guessed.

“Actually, no, not him either.” Lady Sun replied. “Once you think about it, the answer won't surprise you, really.”

It was all of two seconds before Da Qiao had it figured out. “Kongming.”

Shang Xiang nodded. “None other. Gods only know what he's up to.”

Da Qiao thought for a moment. “Well, Yue Ying and Xing Cai are both capable warriors, comparable to you, so leaving them as hostages is no major travail for Shu, right? It must be to make Cao Cao behave. I doubt Cao Pi would let his father live out the night if anything happened to Zhen Ji.”

“Ugh, I met her once.” Shang Xiang said, her eyes darkening at the memory. “What a stone-cold bitch. I look forward to melting her ice and then fucking her.”

Da Qiao blushed at Shang Xiang's un-ladylike language.

“Oh, don't try that innocent ears nonsense with me, Da. I've heard you use language that would make Gan Ning go red.” Shang Xiang teased.

“That's different,” the older Qiao girl protested. “When you have me in the throes of passion, I lose control of-“

“Yes, yes, that's your story and you're sticking to it, right?” Shang Xiang said, waving dismissively. “And I don't much care what your reason is, I just know that it turns me on.”

Da Qiao smiled shyly. “Who are we expecting?” she asked, changing the subject away from her sexuality, at least for now.

Shang Xiang laid her head back and closed her eyes. “Well, like you said, there's Yue Ying and Xing Cai of Shu… Zhen Ji of Wei… your sister, yourself, myself… Zhu Rong of Nan Zhong…”

“That savage?” Da Qiao asked. “Do we now consider the Nanman tribes a great power, like unto ourselves, Wei or Shu?”

“I care not, I saw her on the battlefield when we invaded Nan Zhong. I cannot wait to take her to bed and find out if she really is a descendant of the Goddess of Fire.” Shang Xiang replied, snaking a foot up between Da Qiao's legs and brushing her toes across the other girl's womanhood. Da Qiao yelped and squeezed her legs shut involuntarily for a moment before giving Shang Xiang a dirty look.

“Not funny, Shang.”

“Sorry.” Shang Xiang said, smirking.

“So who else is coming?” Da Qiao continued, allowing herself to relax again.

“Diao Chan of-“

“Diao Chan is coming?” Da Qiao said, raising her eyebrows in surprise. “Not that I would object to seeing her again, but with Lu Bu dead, what or who does she represent?”

Shang Xiang smiled. “She comes representing the remnants of the Han. She has been married to some minor noble in an attempt to cement the emperor's failing power.”

“I pity her, I must admit.” Da Qiao said somewhat sadly. “Never have I seen a more beautiful woman. I once had the opportunity to make love to her.”

Shang Xiang opened her eyes, her curiosity piqued. “Really? Tell me about it.”

Da Qiao blushed again. “I… I don't think-“

Smiling impishly, Shang Xiang slid over next to Da Qiao, and put a slender arm around her, drawing the other girl close. “Oh, yes you will. I want to know everything. I'll make it worth your while. Start at the beginning.”

Da Qiao hesitated. “Well…” Da Qiao began uncertainly. “Some time before the campaign against Dong Zhuo, Ce and Zhou Yu took my sister and I to meet the prefect. As abhorrent as I found him, I was instantly struck by the beauty of the young dancer he kept in his company. I knew it had to be the famous Diao Chan, who could dance atop the wind and whose voice could calm a raging storm.”

“Go on.” Shang Xiang said quietly, nestling her body into Da Qiao's.

“Dong Zhuo had yet to reveal his evil nature and stood astride the imperial capital like a great guardian god. He entertained our husbands, whom we served dutifully at the dinner that was laid out. All evening my eyes were drawn to Diao Chan, and hers seemingly to me. There seemed to be a spark of lust behind her serenity, something I wished to see more of.”

“This was some years ago,” Shang Xiang whispered in Da Qiao's ear, her hand moving to cup the dark-haired girl's breast. She felt Da Qiao shiver and smiled, knowing exactly how to get her wet. “You were young yet, had you been with a woman before?”

“Yes,” said Da Qiao in a husky voice. “But only those I trained with for lovemaking. This was something new. I felt… desire for her.”

“She made you wet?” Shang Xiang asked, kissing Da Qiao's ear as her finger brushed delicately over her nipple.

“Yes!” squeaked the other girl, her body tingling. “We could hardly stand to take our eyes off each other all through the meal. Later, when Dong Zhuo ordered her to entertain us, she sang and danced so beautifully. And yet I could not help but feel that every move she made, every note the strummed or word she sang was somehow meant for me.”

“They no doubt were, my love.” Shang Xiang encouraged, her finger still caressing Da Qiao's nipple, which was growing hard. Her other hand snaked down, caressing across Da Qiao's firm, flat stomach, the oil in the water moving her hand effortlessly over the smooth skin.

Da Qiao's eyes were closed as she tried to concentrate on recalling the incident. “Wine was served… the men grew drunk…Dong Zhuo passed out and his servants took him to his quarters. Ce… he went to his chambers with a concubine that Dong Zhuo had honoured him with. A beautiful girl with long reddish tresses and soft eyes…”

“I remember her…” Shang Xiang said softly, kissing Da Qiao's delicate jaw. “Her name was Hong Qi. I made love to her several times as well, before Ce had her executed as a spy for Dong Zhuo.” Her fingers trailed down to Da Qiao's legs which parted ever so slightly. Her hand gently made its way in, caressing Da Qiao's inner thighs.

“Zhou Yu went to bed with Xiao…” continued Da Qiao, who was trembling with the effort of remaining coherent. “I went to the room I was to sleep in while Ce had Fang Yu with him. It was just down the hall from Ce's chamber. I lay there in the dark, my heart pounding, looking at the ceiling. I could not get the image of Diao Chan out of my mind. I recalled her dancing, every move seeming so seductive, meant to tease me, to make me wet with desire…”

“Like you are now?” Shang Xiang whispered, letting her fingers gently brush over Da Qiao's netherlips, eliciting a shudder from her lover.

“Yes, yes, like that…” Da Qiao gasped, her blood racing and on fire. “Oh Shang Xiang, please…”

“Not yet, pretty one,” the auburn beauty said teasingly. “Tell me more of your encounter with Diao Chan.” She slid the tips of her fingers up and down Da Qiao's slit.

Da Qiao bit her lip and gathered her thoughts. “I couldn't sleep. I thought my heart would burst with the desire I was feeling. I was so wet…”

“Where were you wet?” Shang Xiang asked, using the nails of two fingers to part the thick lips of her lover and toying with them.

“Down… down there…” Da Qiao stammered.

“No, you know what I want to hear,” Shang Xiang urged gently, a third finger stroking up and down between the two that held her lips apart. “Say it like you do when we make love.”

“My pussy…” gasped Da Qiao, her body engulfed with shuddering desire. “My pussy was so wet! Even as I lay there, I could feel how wet I'd become. I imagined her body, pressed to mine, her tongue plunging into my mouth as we kissed…”

“Good girl…” Shang Xiang said, rewarding Da Qiao by pressing a fingertip against her clit and stroking very gently. “Tell me more.”

“I… I was just starting to please myself when my door opened and a shadow fell on me. I sat up in alarm, fearing it was Dong Zhuo. Then I saw it was a small, graceful form, like my own. The person was wearing a loose-fitting robe. They entered my room and shut the door…”

“Oh, Da, tell me what happened.” Shang Xiang said, losing herself in the story. She felt herself getting uncomfortably wet as well, wishing that Da Qiao had the presence of mind to torture her as she was doing to Da Qiao.

“They passed to the window and stood there for a moment. I could see now that it was Diao Chan. Oh, Shang… she was so beautiful in the moonlight. I was enchanted by the sight of her… I relaxed outwardly, but inside my heart was racing. This seemed like a dream…”

“No dream…” whispered Shang Xiang huskily, nibbling on Da Qiao's shoulder as she squirmed. “She was there. What did you do to her?”

“She disrobed, the moonlight falling on her body…I trembled as I looked on her naked form… I almost died when I saw the glistening wetness of her pussy…”

“By the gods,” Shang Xiang said urgently, her mouth sliding down to kiss one of Da Qiao's nipples. “She'd come to fuck you…”

“Yes! We were going to make love! We had been feeling each other's desire all night and now I- Ahhhhhh!” Da Qiao gasped as Shang Xiang finally slid a finger deep inside her. “Oh yes… yes… now I would feel her pressed against me…”

Shang Xiang worked her finger slowly in and out of Da Qiao's pussy, marveling at how tight the girl was. She kissed, licked and sucked on a nipple hungrily, desire flaming up deep within, a maddening passion she only felt when making love to women.

Not that men were really an issue; there had only ever been Liu Bei…

“She came over to the bed, almost seeming to float.” Da Qiao continued. “I held my arms out and she came to me. Instantly our arms wrapped around each other and we shuddered… with desire or joy I know not which, but I had never felt anything like it with a woman before…”

Shang Xiang shuddered at the thought of Da Qiao's body against this girl's. Her legs squirmed together as she grew wetter still.

“As I had seen in my fantasy, our mouths met and our tongues danced… her soft breasts were pressed against mine, her skin caressing every inch of me as we kissed…”

Shang Xiang couldn't take any more. Being with Da Qiao was always torture enough, but listening to her recount this fantastic tale of lovemaking was too much. She grabbed hold of Da Qiao's tiny waist and brought her into a sitting position on her lap. Shang Xiang lowered herself into the water some more and spread her legs. Da Qiao needed no instruction or coaxing, so desperate was she to release her passion. She settled herself into Shang Xiang's lap, her pussy pressed against her lover's.

“Tell me everything,” Shang Xiang hissed heatedly. “But fuck me as you do it.”

Da Qiao nodded, her arms wresting around Shang Xiang's neck for stability. She shuddered as she felt their pussies pressed tight to one another. If there was a more magical sensation than pussy-rubbing, she did not know what it was. She began slowly moving her slit against Shang Xiang's determined to not cum too quickly.

“I felt it, Shang… I felt her wetness against me. As I lay there, she gently caressed my body with her own, both of us trembling whenever her pussy brushed against mine…”

Shang Xiang's held fell back as she reveled in the feeling of Da Qiao's pussy sliding against hers. “Her pussy, Da… what was it like?”

“Oh, Shang… it was so wet…” moaned the girl. “And hairless, like you and I…”

“Oh, gods!” gasped Shang Xiang as she pictured Da Qiao's pussy grinding wetly against this other girl's. She could see their clits brushing against each other, eliciting thrills of sensation and cries of delight. She tilted her own hips slightly, pressing her own pussy against Da Qiao's even harder. She took Da Qiao's other nipple into her mouth, kissing it greedily.

Da Qiao cried out, trying to catch her breath. “Yes, Shang! Like that! Oh… she spread my legs and lay between them… our pussies slid against each other so wetly. Shang, we pressed so hard, almost as if we were trying to get inside one another…”

Shang Xiang let out a low, long moan, feeling the fire building inside her. She crushed the other girl closer to her, understanding what Da Qiao meant about having Diao Chan inside.

“She leaned on her hands, Shang Xiang… she fucked me so hard with her pussy! We strained against each other, writhing and grinding madly, fucking until… oh gods! Ohhhhhhhhhh!”

“Come with me, Da Qiao!” Shang Xiang cried out, not caring who heard. She strained as hard as she could, her pussy mashed against her lover's.

“Shang Xiang!” screamed Da Qiao, surrendering to a staggering orgasm. Her body convulsed and shuddered uncontrollably, her pussy blossoming and coming on her mistress'. She felt their love juices mingling between their slithering lips, their clits pressed together, points of fire over their pussies.

They groped and strained with each other for close to a minute, riding out the crashing waves of mutual bliss. They writhed and ground for as long as they could until Da Qiao collapsed, spent, in Shang Xiang's lap. Shang Xiang, equally exhausted, kissed her friend lovingly, their mouths locked in contented passion. Their bodies above the water trembled, covered in sweat from their exertions. When the orgasm had passed, Shang Xiang smiled into Da Qiao's beautiful eyes.

“Promise me one thing, Da.” she said dreamily.

“Anything, mistress.” came the reply.

“At least once during this summit, you and I must make love to Diao Chan together, okay?”

Da Qiao smiled. “Nothing would make me happier, Shang. Besides, we have plenty of time to practice until they get here…”

***