**The Mountain’s Peak**

Monkey King Wukong had always been relentless—his hunger for battle matched only by his hunger for pleasure. That night, under the silver glow of the moon, he wasn’t looking for a fight. He was looking for *Mihou*.

The Six-Eared Macaque was unlike anyone else—smooth where Wukong was rough, cunning where he was brash, and between their playful taunts and clashing staffs, there had always been something *more*. Tonight, it was going to come to a head.

Mihou lounged on a high rock ledge, tail flicking lazily as Wukong approached. “Took you long enough,” they teased, their voice a low purr. Wukong’s cock throbbed at the sound.

He leapt up beside them, close enough to feel the heat radiating from Mihou’s body. “You been waitin’ for me?” he growled, sliding a hand up their thigh.

Mihou smirked. “Maybe.”

That was all the invitation Wukong needed.

He yanked them close, crashing their mouths together in a feverish kiss. Mihou moaned into it, their hips grinding against his already hard dick. Wukong’s hands roamed—squeezing their ass, sliding under their robes to palm their chest, fingers brushing over stiff nipples. Mihou arched into the touch, breath hitching.

“Fuck,” Wukong growled, breaking the kiss to nip at Mihou’s neck. “You’re so *hot*.”

Mihou laughed breathlessly, tugging at Wukong’s clothes. “Then stop wasting time.”

Clothes were shed in a mess of fabric and eager hands. Wukong’s cock sprung free, thick and heavy, already leaking at the tip. Mihou’s mismatched eyes darkened with hunger at the sight. Their own body was a perfect blend of soft curves and hard edges—small, pert breasts, a slender waist, and *there*, between their thighs, a slick, swollen pussy, glistening with arousal.

Wukong groaned. “Fuck, look at you.”

He pushed Mihou onto their back, spreading their legs wide. Their pussy was flushed pink, clit swollen and begging for attention. Wukong didn’t hesitate—he licked a long, slow stripe from their entrance to their clit, savoring the way Mihou *shuddered*.

“Oh fuck—*Wukong*,” they gasped, fingers tangling in his hair.

Wukong ate them out like a man starved, lips and tongue working their pussy open, teasing their clit with little flicks before sucking it hard between his lips. Mihou’s moans echoed off the mountain, their hips rocking against his face, desperate for more.

Wukong slid two fingers inside them, crooking them just right, and Mihou *screamed*. Their walls clenched around his fingers, wetness dripping down his knuckles. “That’s it,” Wukong growled against their clit. “Gonna make you come on my tongue.”

Mihou came with a cry, back arching off the rock as pleasure tore through them. Wukong didn’t let up, licking them through it until they were squirming, oversensitive.

Panting, Mihou pushed at his shoulders. “*Your turn*,” they demanded.

Wukong smirked and sat back, letting Mihou straddle his lap. They sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion, both of them groaning at the stretch.

“*Fuck*,” Wukong hissed, gripping their hips. “You’re so *tight*.”

Mihou rolled their hips, taking him deeper, nails digging into his shoulders. “Move,” they gasped.

Wukong didn’t need to be told twice. He thrust up into them, hard and deep, Mihou’s pussy gripping him like a vice. Their moans mixed with the sound of skin slapping against skin, Mihou’s tits bouncing with every rough thrust.

“You feel *so good*,” Wukong groaned, one hand gripping their ass, the other wrapping around their cock, stroking them in time with his thrusts.

Mihou cried out, their body tensing as another orgasm ripped through them. Their pussy clenched around Wukong’s cock, milking him, and with a final, brutal thrust, he came deep inside them, filling them up.

They collapsed together, panting, sweat-slick bodies pressed close.

Wukong nuzzled Mihou’s neck, grinning. “Best fight yet.”

Mihou laughed breathlessly. “Yeah. But next time, *I’m* on top first.”

Wukong’s cock twitched at the thought.

Fuck, he couldn’t wait.