**Bought and Broken In**

The dim lantern light flickered against the wooden beams of the pleasure house, casting shadows that clung to the silk-draped walls like hungry ghosts. The air was thick with the smell of incense and sweat, the distant sound of moans and laughter teasing the edges of my awareness. I sat in one of the private chambers, a cup of warm wine untouched beside me, my dick already half-hard at the thought of what—or rather, *who*—I was here to buy.

The Madame had been all smiles when I asked for Mihou, the intersex courtesan whose reputation stretched beyond just beauty. They said his mouth was sinful, his cunt even more so. And I, Sun Wukong, with pockets heavy from conquest, wasn’t one to deny myself.

The door slid open with a whisper, and there he stood. Mihou.

He was slender, his body wrapped in sheer black robes that barely hid the curves of his hips, the soft swell of his chest, or the enticing dip between his thighs. His eyes, sharp and gold like mine, glowed with wary defiance. But that defiance was part of the deal—I *wanted* him to resist.

“You’re the one who bought me for the night?” His voice was smooth, but there was an edge to it.

I smirked, spreading my legs wider where I sat, letting the outline of my cock press against my pants. “Yeah. And I plan on getting my money’s worth.”

He didn’t flinch, just tilted his head, considering me like prey. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he let his robes slide off one shoulder, exposing dusky skin. “Then take it,” he dared.

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I grabbed him by the wrist, yanking him forward until he stumbled into my lap. His breath hitched as my other hand cupped his ass, squeezing firmly, feeling the heat of him through the thin fabric. “You talk big for someone who’s gonna be on their knees,” I growled.

Mihou’s lips curled, but his thighs trembled when I palmed his cunt through his clothes. “You think you can handle me?” he taunted, grinding down just enough to make my cock twitch.

I answered by ripping his robes open.

His body was *perfect*—smooth skin, soft tits begging to be bitten, and between his legs, the prettiest fucking pussy I’d ever seen, already glistening. I didn’t waste time. I hauled him up, flipped him onto the bed, and pinned his wrists above his head. “You’re mine tonight,” I snarled, licking a stripe up his neck. “And I’m gonna ruin you.”

He gasped when I bit his nipple, my teeth scraping before I sucked it hard enough to bruise. His back arched, pushing his chest into my mouth as his thighs squeezed around my hips. “Fuck—!”

I ignored him, trailing lower, kissing down his stomach until my nose brushed the wet curls between his legs. His scent was intoxicating—musky, sweet—and I groaned before burying my face in his cunt.

His hips jerked as my tongue licked a long, slow stripe from his entrance to his clit. Mihou shuddered, legs falling open wider, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Oh fuck, *yes*—!”

I ate him like a starving man, lapping at his slick, sucking his swollen clit until his moans turned desperate. His thighs shook around my head, his hole clenching around nothing as I pushed two fingers inside, crooking them just right.

“You taste so fucking good,” I growled against his skin, curling my fingers to stroke that spot inside him that made his back bow off the bed. “Gonna make you cum on my tongue first, then on my cock.”

Mihou whimpered, his cock—small, hard, leaking—bobbing against his stomach as I fucked him faster with my fingers. “Wukong—*please*—!”

I grinned, then swallowed his clit between my lips, sucking hard as my fingers pistoned in and out.

He came with a cry, his pussy clamping down on my fingers as his whole body seized. I didn’t stop, milking him through it until he was a trembling, gasping mess beneath me.

Panting, he looked up at me with hazy eyes. “You… you’re not done, are you?”

I licked his cum off my fingers, then unbuckled my pants, freeing my aching cock. “Oh, sweetheart,” I purred, dragging him to the edge of the bed. “We’re just getting started.”

Mihou’s breath hitched as I pushed his legs up, exposing his stretched, dripping hole. I spat on my cock, then lined up, pressing the thick head against his entrance.

And with one brutal thrust, I sheathed myself inside him to the hilt.

His scream was *beautiful*.