1 comments/ 19476 views/ 0 favorites Zhinv and Niulang. By: Clare_Ca_2 Niulang and the children had settled in the mortal section of Jadetown: A little hamlet, set down in a lush glade, overlooked by the great Jade castle, high up on the hill, floating above the clouds, in the City of the Sky, where the fairies live, under the close eye of the Emperor -- The Jade Emperor -- who rules over the Sky City, with his favorite daughter by his side, ever since her mother died, giving birth to her: Zhinv, Royal Princess of the Fairies, His favorite child, who left His Regal Jade-Realm, and flew to the mortal world, to be with Niulang, giving up all of her magical powers, to be with him -- Niulang; her love - she just wanted her love. When Zhinv was found, by her father's guards, and ordered back to the City in the Sky, she cried and cried, and wouldn't eat, and in fear of her dying, the Emperor allowed Niulang, and the children to come to The Jade Empire, but Zhinv's father set a cruel condition: A condition where the lovers, man and wife, may only meet on one day out of the Luna year. Once a year, on this day, the 7th day of July -- The Chinese Saint Valentine's Day - The Jade Emperor orders his wizards to construct an Over-Bridge from rays of brilliant white light, taken from the Heavens above, and with powerful magic, they craft luminous Beams, into a shining bridged structure, upon which, the forlorn lovers, finally, would meet. Midway across the magic Bridge, which connects the immortal Universe of the ethereal Fairy domain with the flesh -- with the corporeal World of Man, itself -- there, birds flock and swarm, in beautiful chevrons, fluttering and cooing, and swirling about the lovers -- Zhinv and her beau -- Niulang. On the eve of the 7th, Niulang, and Zhinv lay in their bed, unable to sleep. It was a year ago, whilst standing on the Light-Bridge, as they kissed, and hugged, and bade each other farewell for another trip around the block that day; and that they gave one another a small gift to keep, close, and close enough to remind each of them of their never-ending love, and they knew -- it was only a matter of time. Niulang had spent a month's wage, to have a local witch, put a spell on a fluffy little kitten. The spell, would keep the kitten from growing up, and it would remain as a fluffy little ball, big enough to fit into the cup of one's hand, for Niulang knew, that The Jade Emperor had forbidden, mortals to enter the Sky City, even if it was just an innocent little kitten. But Niulang wanted Zhinv to keep the sweet kitten, to remind her of him, always. Zhinv, herself, had come across a sweet little ethereal grass snake, hiding in the shadows of the magic garden, just through the solid-gold French doors, and sapphire windows, which opened up, into her private garden, at the rear of her Royal rooms, in the magic castle, of The Jade city, in the clouds; and in the flower patch, just under an outgrowth of her favorite bloom -- the Tiger-Lilly -- in the outgrowth, of the flower bed patch, in her magic garden, in the shade, in the Jade Sky City, hid the shy grass snake; and she found it, and coaxed it out, with a fly, on the end of a pole and string. And once it saw her beauty, it wriggled up the sleeve of her tunic, and out from under her shoulder strap, coiling itself around her slender neck, and raising its perfectly scaled chartreuse head, it stared into her face, and tasted her sweet breath, by flicking its forked tongue, into the streams of spent air rushing out of her excited nostrils, and blasting forth from her sweet, honey mouth, as she giggled and laughed, at the antics of the cheeky little reptile, and the little snake smiled, and slithered down the open neck of her tunic, and wrapped itself around the outer perimeter, of Zhinv's firm breasts, in a laid-over number eight configuration, which resembled the symbol of the - The' Immortal Domain -- the symbol of Infinity. And its little head rose up between Zhinv's cleavage, and stared up into her eyes, and she knew then, that the little grass snake, loved her, and the snake felt her heart beat, and breathed easily -- she wasn't afraid, and the snake felt safe, and loved her, and she it. On the Over-Bridge, a year, but a day, past, Zhinv had given the snake to her love, Niulang, and he, in turn offered Zhinv the fluffy kitten: The exchange transacted all that time ago; quite fully a year; there, between them, standing upon the solid beams of glistening light, radiant of the Over-Bridge structure, in clandestine illumination of their cloistered love. Because The Jade Emperor had forbade beings, or animals of flesh and blood, of mortal decent, to dwell in his Empyreal Castle, and also, because the couple's children, who lived with Niulang might be frightened by the snake's primordial form, they, Zhinv and Niulang, spent time, planning the best thing to do; as the birds flocked around them, and warbled wonderful songs of love, as they held hands, and watched the fish, in the river beneath the Bridge, perform acrobatics, just for their pleasure alone. Zhinv came up with the idea first. She told Niulang that she would sew a silk pouch into every one of her panties. A little pouch, in the middle, down there - in the front -- in the front of her panties -- right there - between her lovely thighs; like a pouch of a kangaroo, and there, between her legs...soft, and warm, and safe; she would keep her fluffy little kitten... There, it would be safe from the probing eye of Her jealous father...for he would never insist on inspecting the center of his daughter's crotch, or the front of her gold-thread embroidered panties, and she could feed the kitten at night, sweetly, secretly, and the purring of the kitten, sufficiently muffled, beneath the layers of Her Regal garments; the alert - Her father's suspicion - averted, and a Royal row skirted -- around; and at all times, Zhinv would have a symbol of her love, Niulang, purring under her, warm and safe, and secure, and wonderfully present -- and available to her - every minute, of every day -- anyway. Zhinv, slipped Niulang a golden coin on the Bridge, and bade him hire a seamstress when he returned to the mortal world of the hamlet. He was to instruct a seamstress, also, to sew a pouch in the front of his under-shorts: And there, was he to keep, Zhinv's sweet garden snake; warm, and safe, and as secure, just as the kitten, in her pouch; given from him: Together, in this way, would they not be as much apart -- but at the same time -- also, quite together - forever... Zhinv and Niulang (Part 2) They parted there, on the Over-Bridge of light; almost a year ago now. Zhinv, with her magic little fluffy kitten, which would never grow any bigger, and Niulang with his little green grass snake. They had given each other a symbol of their love for one another to hold close; in little silk pouches secretly sewn into the front of their underwear: Only - they - would know of the existence of the kitten, and the snake; in symbolic reverence of their secret, forbidden, love. During the year that passed, Niulang got a job teaching Yoga. He was very good, and his body was very supple; his students had broken; almost no bones, in his classes. Zhinv had tended her garden, and thought of Niulang. They both had their little silk pouches in the front of their underwear, and zhinv fed her little kitten on thick cream and honey, with flaked fish stirred into it: Niulang fed his snake with crickets which he caught in the fields. Tomorrow would be the 7th day of July, and both Zhinv and Niulang were so excited, that they couldn't sleep, and they lay there in their beds thinking of their pending meeting the next day - Saint Valentine's Day - on the Bridge of Beams. The bedroom. Zhinv lay there, in the dark, and she felt a little stirring between her thighs. It was Niulang's fluffy little kitten, it had gotten hungry. Zhinv had a small bowl of its food at the side of the bed just for such occasions, and so she dipped her finger into the creamy honey, and fish flakes and slowly put her hand down the front of her panties, into the silk pouch. Zhinv gently felt around, until she found the fluffy little kitten's mouth, and as she did the kitten opened up its mouth; to feed. Zhinv carefully pushed her finger deep into the little kitten's mouth, and the kitten licked and lapped and sucked the cream and honey and fish flakes, greedily, from her finger. Zhinv pulled her hand out and dipped her finger back into the creamy food, then slipped her hand back down the front of her panties, and into the silk pouch again. She felt around, and in no time she found the hot, wet, open mouth of the kitten again, and she pushed her creamy finger deep into the kitten's warm sultry mouth. The kitten, grasped Zhinv's finger with gusto, sucking at it madly, and zhinv gasped with pleasure, her head rolling about the pillow, her eyes closed with tears rolling down her cheeks - her heart racing; and her breasts heaving under the sheets, as she dreamed of her long lost husband - Niulang. Zhinv fed the kitten as much as it wanted, and more...and more, until its little tummy was full, and bulging. Zhinv, pulled her wet finger out of the little kitten's mouth, and searched around down there, between her thighs, in the silk pouch, for its cute, sweet, tiny nose. It was a funny little nose, pink, and hard, and it stuck out of the kitten's furry face when it got excited, and as a treat, Zhinv would gently rub the kitten's nose...around and around, gently, ever so gently; and if her finger got dry, Zhinv, would carefully push it back into the kitten's hot, wet, velvety-smooth mouth, and coat it with some of the thick, creamy, honey-fish food that she had fed the little kitty cat with... Then, her fingers would come back up to the stiff, little pink nose, sticking out rigid - sticking out of the fur: And, she... would continue to rub the kitten's little nose gently; around and around. The kitten loved this, and Zhinv, would rub it faster and faster, gasping in the dark of her bedroom, clutching at her breasts, her head thrashing about on the pillow, the teats of her breasts, aching, as she pinched them, and squeezed them; gasping and panting, rubbing the kitten's little pink nose, sticky and creamy, around and around, until...until...until, the room filled with wonderful colors, and angels danced just above her head... Music came out of absolutely nowhere, and she called out to God, almost afraid but, braving it, and wanting more; and as she rubbed and rubbed, she began to shake, and shudder; and she gasped wildly, writhing around; rubbing faster and faster: And her body quaked, and convulsed, outside of her control, and she collapsed, squirming in the bliss and glory, of God's shining light, and tears of utter ecstasy rolled freely from her eyes, as she panted... panted out her husband's name, groaning, and moaning; with consummate, unadulterated, unabashed pleasure -- Niulang, Niulang...Niulang my love... Niulang.... As the dark waves of pleasure, crashed upon the midnight shores of her soul, washing her stain clean...rushing - in furious torrents - noisily, to and fro, in the burning ocean of her love: ...She quietly lay there in the darkness of her room once again, softly stroking the creamy wet fur of the kitten that lay purring between her thighs; in its silk little pouch, sewn into the front of her panties. Zhinv: eventually let the fluffy kitten fall back into perfect sleep, warm and snuggly, tucked between the quagmire of her wonderful undercarriage, and she gently brought her slippery fingers up to her burning lips, and slowly ran them over her open mouth, breathing in their hot, humid, creamy scent; and her heart fluttered, and a few wayward waves crashed once again on the beaches of her Womanly shore: And as she slowly put her fingers deep into her mouth, closing her turgid lips behind them; and as she fell asleep, sucking them gently, but fervently -- in the dreaming of the seeing, of the absent husband, and lover -- Niulang; the very next day... (To be continued...) Zhinv and Niulang. Pt. 02-03 (Note: The first part is listed as "Zhinv and Nuilang" under the category of "Romance".) * Zhinv and Nuilang (Parts 2 and 3...continued.) ZHINV, laying in the darkness of her Jade Palace bedroom, silently fell asleep petting her little fluffy kitty; purring, wet, hot and...sticky; down between her open legs, luxuriating in its soft, silky pouch, sewn into the front of her panties; to hide the kitty-cat from her father. It smelled of creamed honey and cinnamon, tinged by light whiffs of flaked fish and nutmeg. Zhinv fell asleep, sobbing in the thought of her forlorn, absent, love -- Nuilang. Down in the town, Nuilang was readying for bed himself. He disrobed and bathed, and he sat on a mat, in front of a candle-lit shrine, and paid homage to his personal Buddha. He offered thanks for the day just ending, and prayed that the night will pass quickly, until tomorrow's light comes, and he will be reunited with his beloved wife, Zhinv, upon the golden rays of the bridge beam's light. Nuilang, being a Yoga master, limbered up on the mat, before turning into bed for the night. He would lift his leg, up high, whilst sitting on the mat, and lock his ankle behind his neck. Nuilang, sitting there on the mat, in the flickering light of the shrine candles, wearing only his under pants, thought of Zhinv, and how he would see her tomorrow on the bridge. The little grass snake, a present from Zhinv, sleeping, curled in the silk pouch sewn into the front of his under pants, sensed that he was thinking about his wife - Zhinv, and stirred, and uncoiled. The little snake, slithered around in Nuilang's pouch, and peeped out, to look around. Nuilang felt the little snake peeping out of its pouch, and it made him miss his wife Zhinv even more. The snake got longer, and started to get thick, and stiff...and it rose out of its pouch, from out the silk pouch, rising up, past his belly-button, sticking up, looking at him, as he sat there, in the light of the candles, with his leg locked behind his neck, in his Yoga pose. Nuilang took hold of the snake, and started to rub it and caress its head, slowly at first. The snake loved being rubbed, and caressed, and its little yellow head swelled up to more than three times its size and started to turn a deep red, almost purple. Nuilang gasped, and reeled around on the mat in utter bliss, as he rubbed the long, thick snake, and its deep, hot, red swollen head, faster and faster. The little snake had grown massive, and it bent up out of his pants, way past his navel. The little snake, felt how much Nuilang missed Zhinv, and as he pumped the rigid pole, the little snake, started to cry, and white, sticky, creamy tears spurted out of its eyes. Nuilang, being so nimble, and supple, because of his Yoga training, slowly bent over, and gently kissed the snake's swollen purple head, and he licked some of the thick, creamy tears, running out of its eye. Nuilang panted and gasped, as he licked the head, and he just wanted his Zhinv, so he opened his mouth wide, and pushed the big, red snake's head deep through his wet, open lips, and as he pumped the snake's long, hard, throbbing shaft, he also sucked, and sucked, and ran his sticky tongue over the purple head. The little snake, cried for Nuilang, and squirted its tears into his suckling mouth. Nuilang, gulped and swallowed copious amounts of the thick, creamy, solution until his tummy bulged with the snakes protein-rich tears. Shaking and gasping with unadulterated pleasure, and unbridled ecstasy, he fell back onto the mat, writhing around on the floor panting out his wife's name. "Zhinv... Oh, Zhinv... Oh, my darling Zhinv I have missed you so, so much!" he breathed hotly. The little snake, almost drained of its tears, slipped its ebbing head out of Nuilang's hot, gaping mouth and rested for a moment over his parted lips. Nuilang breathed in the damp musky scent from the snake's head and tears, and it reminded him of his wife, stained panty-gusset, which he loved to sniff, secretly, in the bathroom, as he did his daily pooh-pooh; when they had lived together. Zhinv, of course knew what he was up to though, and would wear, at least one pair of panties, off and on, for over a week, until they were howling. Then she would leave them lying over the top of the laundry basket, or hanging on the inside knob of the bathroom door, for him to find, and when she heard the noise of sniffing and rustling through the bathroom door, she would grab hold of a cucumber from the cold slab in the pantry, and squatting down on her haunches, knees wide apart, she would pull her gusset over off the top of her vulva mound, and hanging onto the outside bathroom door knob with one hand for balance, she would peep through the key-hole, and as she watched her husband sniffing her panties, and rubbing his rod madly, she would do both her holes under her, alternately, with the cucumber. Zhinv always timed it so she got hers the same time as she saw her husband shooting his icing up over his face, trying to catch the globs in his mouth -- he was good at it and caught most of them, like flipping popcorn up into the air, and dropping them studiously into the open cake-hole. Zhinv liked to finish herself off by rolling backwards onto the floor, her legs up over her shoulders, ramming a good nine inches of cucumber hard, and deep, up her rear coal chute. She would squirt and spray everywhere, usually hitting the outside of the bathroom door, and Nuilang was always puzzled, why, when he went for to the bathroom for pong-pong, why there was always a wet puddle outside the door when he came out? And sometimes, if Zhinv had sprayed really hard, he would watch, from his throne, as steaming liquid slowly crept under the bottom crack of the door. Of course, when he came out, Zhinv was always in the kitchen, slicing up a cucumber, or something. Nuilang noticed that Zhinv always made a ham and cucumber sandwich, after he came out of the bathroom after taking a shit, and she had the habit, of kissing him long, on the lips, sniffing at him as she did it, and saying, "Mmmmm...you smell nice." She would look into his eyes, and flutter her eyebrow; he would lower his gaze in guilt and shame from the memory of the sniffing. Zhinv loved it when she smelled her clout on Nuilang's lips and face, and that night she would rub the real thing all over his lapping mug; a shiver ran up her spine at the very thought of it; Nuilang noticed the goose-flesh rise over her arm, but said nothing, as he ate the pungent ham and cucumber sandwich. Nuilang always wondered why, his wife would sit at the kitchen table, squirming, and giggling to herself, as she watched intently, as he ate? After the snack, he would get the ladder out, and check the roof, for leaks, just above the bathroom door area; scratching his head. Zhinv, his wife, never ate cucumber sandwiches with him. As the memory faded, Nuilang found himself on his back once more, on the mat, in front of the candle lit shrine, still holding the snake by the neck, its hot, swollen head resting on his lips and chin. The scent, rising from it made the little snake get very hard again, and Nuilang stroked its massive head, slowly at first, then - furiously! In no time flat, his face started to contort. His eyes were squinted, and his teeth were hanging out to dry. The little snake was afraid, but Nuilang picked up the pace, and was now frantically pumping at the head. His face had twisted into that, reminiscent, of a stone-carved gargoyle one sees hanging out of turrets of old castle walls. He let out a blood-curdling yelp, and the snake started to cry again in sympathy of his loneliness, and separation from his love - Zhinv. The rigid proboscis recoiled, like the muzzle of a howitzer unloading a shell into the air, then spurted, shot after shot of creamy, hot, wet tears from its winking eye. Some loads landed in Nuilang's open, gasping, mouth, others over his teeth and lips. Two shots went up his left nostril, one in his eye, and several more powerful tears splattered, and splashed up his face, and into his hair. The maelstrom raged for some time, but finally when the storm, and the fury, had passed, and the fire and the rain had subsided, the little snake shriveled back to its original size, and slipped limply, back into its cool silk pouch, in the front of his under pants. Nuilang, lying prostrate, quaking with joy and feelings of well-being, licked his lips as he dragged his sweated carcass from the floor, and threw it into his bed. He fell asleep instantly, the glistening tears of the crying Viper, drying, white and crispy over his lips, nose, face and hair -- and he shed a tear, as he fell asleep, thinking of his lovely wife... Nuilang's love for his wife floated into his dreams, and he drifted, wonderfully into her arms, and at last, was blissfully happy again. Zhinv and Nuilang (Third Part.) At last, the day had come, St. Valentine's Day: The day the Great Emperor - Odin - had set aside, for his beloved daughter, Zhinv, to meet her husband, Nuilang, upon the magical bridge of light, constructed by the very incarnation of the His witches and wizards, for a moment, of her delight... It is a father's dream, to come to his daughter's plight, and he wanted her happy, at least for one night. The bridge was hexed into existence. Zhinv bathed, and dressed in her finest silks. She painted her toe nails, and scrubbed her crack wildly. Nuilang washed the crusty white stuff off his lips, and swilled the bottles out for the babies, and packed them into his knapsack. He washed his snake, and rubbed it with scented oils. Zhinv petted her little kitten, snuggling in her silk pouch, sewn into the front of her panties, and set off for the bridge. Nuilang, kissed the twin babies, bye, and left them with his mother, and told them that soon they would have Mother's Milk, once again, when he returned. They both giggled, and kicked their legs in their cots. It was just over a year ago, after Zhinv had given birth to two wonderful little babies, one girl one boy, when her Daddy, recalled her to the Jade City in the sky. Zhinv cried and cried, but had to obey her father. When she could, Zhinv would fill bottles of Mother's Milk, directly from her bulging breasts, and secretly send a messenger -- a friendly wizard -- who could fly to Earth, and deliver the milk for the babies, before it got cold, but it was only a few time a week, and her breasts hurt so much, as she sensed the wanting of her babies, of her sweet, warm, life-giving milk. Many nights Zhinv, would rub her kitten's stiff little pink nose, and as the fury of her rubbing, thundered between her thighs, she would pull her aching breasts up high, and in the dark, slip her weeping teats, between her gasping lips, and suck her own milk, draining each bursting mammary gland, suckling, and gulping her own warm, sweet milk, out of her overflowing cups... and she would cry, as she filled her little tummy, and shook, in the dark, as she yearned for her husband and children. Finally falling asleep, alone in her bed, her breasts deflated, and flopping flaccid, either side of her midriff, almost reaching down to her waist -- only to find, that in the morning, her cups had filled again, and stood, hard, and turgid, upon her chest, and ached for her babies to empty them, once again. Zhinv would have a select few maids, to empty her painful breasts, every morning, sucking them, and guzzling her milk, to relieve the pressure, before she got out of bed. The maids were very beautiful, and very clean, and they had orders to disrobe, before Zhinv woke up, and slip under the sheets, laying, and snuggling, one to the left, and the other on the right. And they would gently suckle her, cooing, and purring, and draining Zhinv's breasts, so that she wouldn't awaken with bursting agony. And most mornings, as Zhinv stirred, in her huge Queen's bed, one, or both of the maids, after draining her breasts, would slip down, under the sheets, and lick the little kitty-cat, that Nuilang had given Zhinv. The kitty-cat's fur, soaked through and through, with the hot, thick, honey-cinnamon cream. And they would lick and lap, at the kitten's lips, cleaning them off, until Zhinv, shook, and shuddered, and moaned. The maids, after a while, had to be replaced, because they put on so much weight. Mother's milk, and kitten's cream is very fattening. Zhinv and Nuilang, saw one another on the light bridge, and, slowly at first, but then, unable to contain themselves, rushed into each other's arm. They kissed and hugged, and cried and breathed each other's breath in deep, and hungrily, and drank the wetness from the other's lips and tongue, and drank the tears, of rolling down their lover's cheeks... And the little kitty-cat, and the snake, peeped out of their silk purses, and greeted, one another, as Zhinv and Nuilang held each other close, and drank their love, into the other, without limit. Their hearts pounding, their eyes gleaming, they stood there, and held each other's hands, and the look of love between them was truly immortal, even though Nuilang was not. Toward one end of the bridge, there was a little thatched hut, where a guard stayed of a night whilst on duty, and they ran, like children over the bridge and into the shed together, hand in hand. Inside, it was dark, with only one small window for illumination. It had a chair, and a table, but that was all. Zhinv and Nuilang, kissed and giggled, and Nuilang, gently hung up his wife's garments, on the peg, which protruded out of the back of the only door, until she stood there, with her cups, filled to overflowing, wet patches, showing in huge circular rings through her satin bra, and her kitty-cat, soaking wet, hanging out of her silk pouch, fluffy and yawning, between her soft, expansive thighs. Nuilang disrobed, and rolled his pants up as a pillow; laying his shirt down over the table, as a bed blanket for his beautiful wife, Zhinv. Nuilang's little snake, was huge! It rose out of the front of his pants, like a thick broom-handle, with a large red tomato, stuck on the end of it. Nuilang moved close to his wife, and she averted her eyes shyly, as he kissed her passionately, and she instinctively reached between his legs, and grasped the rigid snake, by the throat, and delicately, stroked its swollen head. Nuilang quivered, and let out an imperceptible groan of pleasure. Zhinv grasped the red, hot, and dug her nails deep under its outer rim, Nuilang writhed and whimpered, as she bit his lip, and sucked his tongue deep into her open mouth. Nuiland reached down between Zhins open thighs, and flicked the kitten-cat's stiff little nose, and Zhinv let go of his tomato, and squealed like a little squirrel, bringing her hands up behind his neck, tearing at his hair, pulling him into her open mouth and flicking tongue. Nuilang reached down a little further, and found the dripping wet, open kitten's mouth. It was hot, and wet, and velvety-smooth, and he slowly pushed two of his long, stiff, fingers deep into the kitten's dripping mouth. Zhinv screamed and wriggled around in his arms, her hot breath, blasting into his lungs, as they breathed each other's spent breath, and her had to hold her up, as her knees buckled under her, and her body quaked, as waves of pleasure rocketed through it, without mercy. Nuilang, taken by the moment, lifted his wife up off her feet, and laid her gently on her back across the table; placing her head on his rolled up pants as a pillow. He ran to his knapsack, and took the two bottles out, unscrewed the caps, and knelt down on the floor at Zhinv's side. Together, they placed her stiff, red teats, one at a time, into the bottles, and they both massages her bulbous breasts, and watched as the warm, sweet, mother's milk, sprayed in white fountains into the bottles, filling them to the brim, for the babies, when Nuilang returned to the mortal world later. Zhinv's cups were so large, and she was so, so full, that the bottles couldn't hold all of her milk, and so Nuilang screwed the tops on, and returned. He gently raised one of Zhinv's half empty breast teats up and touched her lips with it. She tasted the warm milk, and took to the breast immediately, sucking greedily, and gulping down the sweet nectar, as she did, Nuilnag took the other nipple, and suckled her too, letting her thick, hot brew, trickle down his guzzling throat, filling his little tummy, and they looked into each other's eyes, with pure love, as they both, sweetly, drained her dry. When Zhinv was emptied, Nuilang rose from his kneeling position, and got up onto the table. He raised Zhinv's legs, and placed them on his shoulders, and Zhinv's kitty-cat was drooling, thick cream, out of its mouth, and Nuilang's snake, was weeping, thick white tears of joy. Nuilang, looked into Zhinv's eyes, and she, almost imperceptibly gave him a little smile, and a nod, and reached down under him, taking hold of the huge, stiff snake. Nuilang shook as she grabbed the snake, and guided its huge, swollen head up to the soaking wet, open kitten's mouth. As the snake's hot, red head, touched her kitten's lips, she moaned and nodded again. Nuilang, started to push his pelvic, slowly forward, and for a moment, Zhinv's little kitten's mouth couldn't swallow the huge snake's head, and she bade him to stop, for she was afraid, but Nuilang, pushed on, harder and harder, and Zhinv begged him to stop, "Please, Oh please stop, oh please stop...!" She whimpered. Nuilang was entranced; he had become almost a wild animal, and pushed even harder, until finally, the kitten's mouth opened up as wide as it could, and swallowed the snakes head entirely. Zhinv screamed in pain and pleasure, and begged Nuilang not to stop! Zhinv writhed and flailed around on the table like a landed eel, but Nuilang kept on pushing the long, red, stiff snake deeper and deeper into the creamy wet kittens steaming mouth. She pleaded for him to stop, and in the second breath, implored him not to... Nuilang got every inch of the snake, into the kitty-cat, and they both began to dance. It was a beautiful, slow, then fast, then slow again rhythmic dance, and Zhinv was screaming, and biting Nuilnag's neck, and digging her long, sharp talons deep into his back, and buttocks: Tearing at the flesh, ripping at his core, gnashing at him with her fangs, and pleading, pitifully...not for him to ever, ever...ever ...stop! It was as if the two of them were riding a galloping horse, and they rode it in perfect unison...until...until...until wave after wave, of blistering glory, ran over the two. Quake after quake, shuddered through their convulsing bodies, and the kitten, drooled its hot cream down the long rigid shaft of the snake, and the snake, cried tears of passion deep inside the kitty-cat, crying, its thick, white tears, and filling Zhinv's kitty to the brim, until the tears squirted out of the sides, and splashed down between them, soaking Nuilang's shirt, upon which they lay. They bath collapsed, sobbing into each other's arms, and lay there for a long time, holding each other, and breathing in the pungent scent, of their encounter. When it came time for them to part, they kissed, and waved goodbye, for another year, and as Nuilang stepped off the bridge, with his two bottles of mother's milk for the babies, the light bridge disappeared, and the world seemed a darker place. (To be continued.) Zhinv and Niulang. Pt. 04-08 Zhinv and Niulang. (Part four.) Nuilang, wandered through the town, overcome with grief, in the knowledge of not seeing his beloved wife for another year. People came up to Nuilang, to ask if he was alright, but he couldn't speak, for the tears running down his face, and as his heart broke, he made his way to the river, and stood there on the bridge, determined to end it all with one leap. Just as he was about to throw himself into the rushing waters below, a little butterfly fluttered in toward him, and caught his attention. Nuilang tried to swat it away, but the butterfly flitted around and around Nuilang's face and ears. Nuilang thought he had never seen such a beautiful butterfly. It had blue, and gold and silver wings, and it seemed to want to get his attention. Nuilang, in his misery caught the butterfly a glancing blow, and broke a part of its wonderful wing, but the butterfly persisted and kept on coming. Finally, Nuilang let the little thing land on his shoulder, and although it had a broken wing, it crawled slowly up to his ear. Nuilang heard a little voice whispering in his ear. It was the butterfly. She said, "Nuilang, I am but a messenger, sent from friend of yours, in your hour of need. I have a message for you. 'Look, Nuilang. Look in your knapsack. Feel the warmth of the bottles of Mother's milk. The very milk, you and Zhinv, your lovely wife, not too long ago, squeezed out of her breasts for your babies. Feel the warmth Nuilang, and think of your babies, and of your wife.' Think of your friends Nuilang, and the two who sent me, for they are lovers also, but lovers, like you, who are separated from one another, by many miles, almost a world away, but they, send their love and support to you Nuilang, and stand by you, in this world, and the next. Their names are the lovely Lirilae, and The Mighty Warrior – Kontoose. They stand with you Nuilang, and they will look after you – for all time." And in an instant, the little blue butterfly dove into the rushing river, and was washed away, to the sea. As Nuilang stared over the bridge, and saw the little butterfly being dragged under for the third time, he wanted to dive in to save it, but the butterfly, called up from the raging river to Nuilang, and said, " Nuilang, Lirilae, and Kontoose, they love you, and want you to go to your children. Forget about me. Please, go and be there for the twins, and for Zhinv. You will be together in the end." As the brave little butterfly said the last words, an almighty wave took her under, and her wings, broken and wetted, couldn't hold out against the current, and Nuilang lost sight of her for the last time. On Earth, Kontoose, the Mighty Warrior, and Lirilae, had been watching from afar, with the aid of magic, and wizardry. Kontoose, knew in his heart that the blue butterfly, was really the heart and soul of his love, Lirilae, and he stood there in anguish, watching his love, being drawn deeper and deeper under the torrential waters of the treacherous river. Kontoose, Drew his Mighty Sword, And, stabbing it fully into the ground, he roared, "No-ooooo! I will not let this happen...!" Instantly, the Heavens above, clouded over, and thunder and lightening blazed in the sky above. "No---ooo Odin, I don't care how powerful you are; I have to save her...!" Odin appeared in the sky above and thundered that it was too late, and that it was written to happen this way..." Kontoose, withdrew his enchanted sword, and went berserk, chopping down half the forest, and anything that stood before him. Knontoose remembered a magic wizard by the name of Merlin, who wanted Kontoose's sword, and the power it wielded. Kontoose dropped to his knees and called upon Merlin. In a flash of lightening, Merlin stood before the kneeling Warrior. Kontoose, started to speak, but Merlin stopped him, saying, "Kontoose, I have been watching, and if you aim to save the blue butterfly, then you must give me your Mighty sword, and beware, you will be helpless against your many enemies, without it." Kontoose willingly handed-over his Blessed sword to Merlin, and Merlin shook his head, but took it, and in a wisp, was gone. The next thing Kontoose knew, he was under water, under rushing water...but...but, but he could breath. He looked at his reflection on the underneath surface of the water, and saw that Merlin, the magician, had transformed him into a fish. He was astonished, but realized that if her was to save the little butterfly, he had to move fast. Somehow, he knew just where to go, and in a flip of his silvered-tail he shot though the waters faster than a swallow soaring through the thickened, warm, airs, several latitude lines away from their, labored, winter's retreat: Upon their pre-booked, return; once again, flitting into the pictured San Juan suit, listed in their, birdie, Capistrano broachure travel guide... What a lovely tweet! Downstream he could hear a gigantic roar, and he knew there was an almighty waterfall, that was very dangerous. In the waters, just ahead he caught the glint of blue, and gold and silver, flashing helplessly in the current. It was the limp body of the little butterfly, and he prayed he wasn't too late. He speeded through the water like a torpedo, but the current of the falls had gotten hold of the butterfly. He saw only one chance to save his the butterfly Lirilae, and he took it. Flashing valiantly through the rushing waters at lightning speed, he came upon the little butterfly. She grabbed hold of the fishes nose, and smiled, and said, "Kontoose, is that you?" The fish nodded and smiled, but the water was rushing faster and faster, almost over the crest of the falls. The fish said, hold on tight, my love, and with an amazing thrust, leapt clear out of the rushing water. As they rose from the torrents, the fish said, to the butterfly, "Fly my love...use your imagination, and fly to safety..." The little butterfly said, "But I don't want to leave you. I will stay with you, no matter what." A tear ran out of the fish's eye, and he said, "No, my love, as long as you are safe. I will be happy." And with that the fish flicked its head, and sent the sweet blue butterfly soaring into the air. The butterfly's wings had dried out, and she hovered over the edge of the falls, watching helplessly, as the fish, tried and tried to battle the torrential current...leaping time and time again, trying to swim upstream. After what seemed like an eternity, the courageous fish became exhausted. And each leap got shorter and lower...until finally, the fish just lay there on the surface of the water, looking up at the beautiful, hovering butterfly... The butterfly cried, "Come one Kontoose, you can do it...Please try again. Try for me..." But the fish was helpless, and as the rushing waters, pulled him over the edge of the deadly water fall. The fish looked up and threw the butterfly a kiss, and the next instant he was gone. The little blue butterfly cried and cried, and sat in a nearby tree for days, searching for the brave fish...but in the end she knew it was hopeless, and so she fluttered back to the enchanted forest, to look for the bees and the ants. And the elf, and to cry on Cindy's shoulder, and for Marian to pet her...but no one was there but the spider guard, and the little butterfly cried and told the spider what had happened, and the spider, held her with all of his eight arms, and sobbed for the fish. Night fell, and the spider, and the butterfly, went to sleep holding one another and wondering what tomorrow, would bring. Zhinv and Nuilang. (Part. 5.) As Kontoose, was swept over the falls, and as the blue Lirilae butterfly, comforted in the arms of the spider guard of the Enchanted forest, slept; her tears drying, on her fluorescent cheeks, her wings beating in her sleep, fanning her, and the comforting spider: And as Cindy and Evan, returned home, joyous, and in love, to their place of sanctuary... And as Thor, stood on the balcony, remembering his love, Marion; while Judy, his wife, cried and prayed for his heart to want her, and only her: And Marian, mired in servitude, perhaps by mistake, holding on to her only friend – a monster – a friend of the witch who abducted her... All of this, seen by Merlin-the-Magician, the holder of Kontoose's enchanted sword – advisor to Odin, the ruler of the Jade-Crystal City Empire of the Sky...his wife Friggar, eyes on her son – Thor: The sender of the Hunter, in the forest, on Earth, who shot Robin, as he tended a hurt rabbit in a trap, in the first place, and where Robin, the incarnation of God to man, first met Marian – his love, as she tended his mortal body, there, lying in the forest, as he died in her arms, from her father's gun-shot wound...and as the elf, and the bees and the ants, climb the trees, and wonder, and pray...and all of this, the fish feels, as it falls, weightlessly, into the roaring abyss... And at the very same instant, all of the characters are untied, and they fall out in unison... "Marian can you hear me?" "Yes, Robin my love, I am here." "Thor, can you hear me?" "Yes, Judy my love, I am here." "Zhinv my darling wife, do you love me?" "Oh, my darling husband Nuilang, why, need you even ask...? I love you more than my very life my love" "Cindy, my love, do you Love me?" "Yes, Evan, I love you." "Odin, my husband, do you love me?" "Why yes, dear Friggar, I have always loved you." "Elf, do you love me?" "I'm not sure, but you taste very sweet, Mrs. Bee." "Ant, do you love the spider guard?" "Mr. Spider is my best friend." And as Kontoose the fish, fell into the raging waters of the waterfall, he called out to Lirilae... "Lirilae, I have to know something...?" The blue butterfly flapped her wings, in the comfort of the spider-guard, and the spider asked her if she was okay? "The butterfly said, "Yes, thank you, but in my dream, I dreamt that a fish wanted to ask me a question...?" "What is the question?" asked the spider. "I don't l know?" replied the blue butterfly... The spider comforted the blue butterfly, and after a while, looked at her, and said, "You know, here we are, holding each other tight, and sleeping in each other's arm, and I don't even know your name...?" The blue butterfly, looked at the spider, and said, "I used to be called Lirilae, but my friends call me Xiao Xaio..." The spider cuddled her close, and said, "Don't worry Xiao Xaio. You will hear from your fish shortly." And with that, they fell fast asleep, as Kontoose, splashed into the raging lake, at the bottom of the falls. Zhinv and Nuilang. (Part 6.) At the bottom of the waterfall, there was a deep pond, which slowly ran out at the far end in a lazy rivulet. The motionless body of kontoose, the fish, floated on its back, down the river, and got caught in a little swirling eddy-pool near the bank. A rather large toad sat proud and croaking on a rock above the eddy, and looked at the fish with interest. The toad croaked, and asked, "Hello, are you alright?" The fish didn't answer, so the toad reached out and prodded it in the belly with its webbed foot. The prodding brought the fish back, and it jumped up in the water with a start! "What happened? Where am I?" inquired the dazed fish. The toad croaked again, and said, "You came over the falls. You're lucky to be alive!" The fish remembered, and ducked under the surface of the water to wash its face, and shake off the dazed feeling. The fish resurfaced, and asked the toad what sort of place was this. The toad, pointed up into the sky, and there, floating on a golden cloud, stood the Jade Castle. The toad told the fish, that this is the pool where all of the waste water from the Jade Castle is dumped. The fish said, "But I thought that the Jade Castle, was only connected once a year on Valentine's Day, by a magic light bridge, are you telling me that there are pipes that lead from here up there?" The toad nodded, and pointed at the waterfall. "Behind the waterfall, is a large pipe, which is hidden under the surface of the pond: It leads up to the Castle." informed the toad. "Have you ever been there?" asked the fish. "Yes. Many times." said the toad. "There is a young beautiful Princess who lives in the Jade Castle –" The toad interrupted, saying, "Oh, you mean the beautiful Zhinv, Odin and Friggar's daughter?" "Yes..." said the fish, eagerly. "Oh, yes, I go and play in her garden pond, many times a week. She is very kind, but she cries often, for her husband and children." said the toad. "Yes..." said the fish. "Can you tell me how to get to the pond?" The toad croaked twice, and said sure. "Just follow the pipe up until it levels out, then pass five adjoining pipes that feed into the main one, and take the sixth to the right, and that leads directly into the Princess's garden pool." directed the toad. The fish bade the toad farewell, and thanked him for showing him the way. As the fish turned to go, the toad said, "So, what's your name?" The fish said, "Kontoose. I used to be a Mighty Warrior, but I had to give up my magic sword to save my friend from drowning." The toad said, "So you know of Merlin the Magician then?" Kontoose said, "Yes, Merlin is the one who turned me into a fish, in exchange for my sword." The toad said, "Me too. I was once a wealthy merchant, and sold Merlin a bolt of magic cloth, for his tailors to make him a cloak of invisibility. But the cloth wasn't magic after all, and he got so upset, that he turned me into a toad. Now, I have to find a beautiful maiden, to kiss me on the lips, to break the spell, so I can return to my wife and children." Kontoose, the fish, said, "Yes, If I can get someone to eat two of my fish scales, then my spell will be broken too, but whoever eats the scales, will become the fish, and who can I ever find who will give up being human, to be a fish?" The frog said, "I'll swap places with you if you like...?" Kontoose, the fish, said, "No thanks, but I'll try and help you. Bye for now, I have to go and see The Princess Zhinv, up in the Jade Castle." Just as the fish turned to go, the frog said, "Kontoose, make sure you take the sixth pipe to the right or you will end up somewhere else." Kontoose, nodded, and waved with his fin, and headed for the pipe opening beyond the waterfall. (Part 7.) It was a long swim up the pipe, and there wasn't a lot of water higher up, but the fish battled on, until finally it leveled out. Kontoose, the fish knew he was getting close now. As the fish went on, he started to count the incoming pipes: One, two, three, four... The fish stopped, and couldn't remember if the frog said to take the fifth or the sixth pipe on the right. He tried to remember, but just couldn't, and decided to take the fifth... Congress would be proud of him, he thought. Kontoose, the fish, went up the smaller pipe, and it wound around, and up and down, for a long way, until, finally, he could see a little ray of light up yonder. The fish swam eagerly toward the dim light, and right at the end, there was two sharp bends, and he was just able to squeeze around them both, and with a final thrust of his powerful tail, he popped! into the light. Kontoose looked around. He was in a white porcelain sort of oval bowl. It was a deep bowl, and above him, there seemed to be the underneath side of a light blue, oval, seat. But it couldn't be the garden pond, because high above him, through the oval opening, he could see a ceiling, instead of the blue sky. The fish tried to turn around, but there wasn't enough room. He flapped his tail, and sprang up high in the white bowl, so that he could see over the top of the blue oval seat. After a few tries, he managed to see where he was. He had taken the wrong turning off the main pipe, and instead of coming up in the garden pool, he had come up in the bathroom toilet bowl: And now, that he couldn't turn around, he was stuck there. Kontoose, the fish, was worried. What if Zhinv or one of her maids came in and saw a big fish flapping around in the bottom of the toilet bowl! They would have such a fright, that he might not get a chance to explain, before they got a big pole and ran him through with it! The fish stopped flapping around, and slunk down as far as he could around the first part of the bend, to think of a way out. Even though, the fish couldn't back out all the way around the bend, because his scales were getting caught on the sides of the pipe; nevertheless, he was able to push most of his fish body out of sight, leaving only his nose, and eyes showing. He hoped he wouldn't be seen, until he had time to think of a way out of his predicament. Part 8. As the fish lay there, stuck in the toilet bend, trying to think how to get out there and into the garden pond, he heard what sounded like a door opening? The fish heard someone moving about in the bathroom, and pushed his head out a little further to try and see what was happening, and who was in the bathroom. The fish stared up through the water in the bottom of the toilet bowl, and noticed that the ceiling of the palace bathroom was decorated out with silver, and gold, and squares of glass mirrored tiles. The fish could see a beautiful young woman moving around in the bathroom, and although, the reflection of her was from the top, and upside-down, due to the mirrors, Kontoose, the fish, knew, from her beauty, and her long curly blond hair, that it was the beautiful Princess Zhinv. The fish heard the water in the bath tub being drawn, and he watched as Zhinv disrobed readying herself to bathe. The fish heard the water in the tub being shut off, and before Zhinv got in she sat at before her vanity mirror, and rubbed oil into her skin, and over her splendid breasts. Then, she arose, but instead of getting into the bathtub, she, first, turned toward the toilet bowl. The fish backed up and was out of sight up around the bend in the toilet pipe, except for one eye. The fish looked up through the water, and could hardly believe, what he saw next! Zhinv turned around, and bent forward a little, and what looked like a huge, sandy-pink full moon, rose above the oval opening at the top of the toilet bowl. Then it got darker, as the massive moon descended onto the blue seat covering most of the oval opening, except for a Vee shaped opening toward the front. The fish swam out from the bend in the toilet pipe, and stared up in awe and wonderment, at the gigantic moon, hovering just inches above his nose. The moon was big and round and it had a large vertical split running through the middle of its smiling face. Toward the front, where there Vee let the light in, the fish could see that Zhinv seemed to be leaning forward, reading a book. In the Vee, there was a huge curly bush, and just under the bush, there seemed to be a sort of fuzzy peach, or a fig, that was also split all the way down the middle: It looked like an upside-down pink and red frilly canoe. At the top end of the canoe, the seemed to be a little man, sitting in the boat. The fish could see his pink hat, and he must have been wet and hot, because there was steam rising off him, and a sort of thick, syrupy treacle driveled out from a hole in the boat. The hot, cream drooled over the fish's face and into his mouth – it tasted warm, and creamy, like hot vanilla ice-cream, with honey and cinnamon. The fish followed the split all the way to the back, and deep in the valley of the moons, there seemed to be, hiding in the shadows, a round, wrinkly, tight little hole, and it was sort of winking, or quivering. The fish wondered what was happening, when all of a sudden, it started to rain! The rain seemed to be coming out from a little red hole in the canoe, just in between where the little man in the boat was sitting, and where the hot, honey, creamy, syrup dripped out of a dark red cave-tunnel. Zhinv and Niulang. Pt. 04-08 The rain was warm, and golden, and tasted salty. And the rain got worse, and worse, until it had become a torrential down-pour! Just then, the fish, still awe-struck, looking up through the golden rain, his mouth open in astonishment, had the fright of his life, as he saw the dark, wrinkly, blinking hole at the back, open wide, and let out a gigantic blast of wind, followed by an ear-shattering clap of thunder, that almost deafened him. The rain lessened then stopped, and all was quiet again, then another hurricane force gust of wind, and more thunder boomed above him. It was coming from the hole at the back...the dark, quivering hole, at the back of Zhinv's split full moon! The little fish was shaking with fear, but the worse was about to come. The rain started again, and the thunder rolled above him, then all of a sudden, the rain and the thunder stopped, but in the silence, the fish could hear Zhinv grunting, and whimpering, kind of like a little kitten, after someone has stood on its tail by accident. She sounded like, "Argh, argh...Oh, oh, meow, meow...meow, argh, argh...ohhh, ohhhh. Meow meow...meow!" Suddenly, the dark, wrinkly, puckered round ring, opened wide, and it hissed, and plumes of thick, steam funneled out of it. The little fish was so, so afraid, and then, as Zhinv meowed, and grunted, the little fish, froze with utter terror, as he looked up and saw, the head a gigantic steaming snake, slowly start to slither, menacingly out of the dark, red and blue veined hole. It was huge! Zhinv was grunting like a hog, and screaming, "Arrrgh, argghhhh, Oh-hhh... Ohhh –hhh, Meow...Meoooow...mew, mew...mew _ ARRRRGH! ARGGHH...! Mew, meow ...meow!" The little fish was scared stiff as the slimy, steaming, monster crept closer and closer toward him. Then, without warning, the torrential hot, golden rain started again, and a blast of cyclone force wind shot out of the tremendous dark, red hole at the back of Zhinv, and thunder boomed as never before! The dark ring convulsed, and Zhinv screamed profanity at the very Gods themselves, as she wriggled her full moon on the blue seat, dislodging the gargantuan Python. The dark ring slammed shut, squeaking, and hissing, as the titanic monster dropped, and attacked the little fish trapped at the bottom of the porcelain bowl, hitting him on the head, and almost knocking him out! The little fish was stunned, and in his dazed state, he heard Zhinv sigh a sigh of relief, as sheet after sheet, of tissue, floated down over the little fishes head, as Zhinv wiped her under-carriage, and before the little fish could say anything, Zhinv raised her full moon off of the blue oval seat, and pressed the leaver. Torrents of cold water flooded into the bowl, and the little fish began to spin around and around, along with the tissues, and the enormous snake. They wrestled, and the brave little fish bit the snake many times, before they both were sucked around the bend, and blasted down into the larger pipe, and down, all the way down, into the pond, just under the waterfall. Kontoose, the little fish, limped, over to the rock. The toad was still there, rolling around laughing, and croaking madly. The little fish looked up out of the water, a sheet of stained tissue covering half his head. He said to the toad, "What's so funny?" The toad, holding his belly, with laughter, said, "You went up the wrong pipe, didn't you...?" The fish said, with a frown, "I guess, so." The toad rolled about laughing so much that he fell into the pond with a splash. The toad, swam over to the fish, and said, "Here, let me help you get cleaned up." And the toad pulled the toilet tissue off the fish's head. Kontoose, the fish, said,"...I guess I have a few things to learn about being a fish, ay...?" The toad said, "Yes, I guess you do..." The toad took Kontoose, the fish, home with him. The toad had set up his house under a large rock in the middle of the pond. He cooked dinner, for himself and for the little fish – boiled fly larvae, and steamed reeds – they exchanged stories, and Kontoose, told the toad, of his brush with death, up at the castle. They went to bed early, and tomorrow, the little fish would try again, to see Zhinv, but this time, see her in the garden pool, and not in the porcelain bowl of horrors. (To be continued...) (What will happen next...? Such a mystery and a puzzle for you...)