THE GOLDEN FEATHER GENERAL

First time – "You protected me. I'm just kissing it back."

She hadn't even folded her legs when his wings swept her up again, pinning her down with one smooth motion.

"Yu… not again… just last night…" Her voice was thin, barely breath—like a bird fallen from a wind-torn branch.

"I was a beast last night," he murmured, mouth trailing down to her collarbone,

"Tonight, I'm a mad one."

He kissed her lips, slow and coaxing.And as he pushed into her, inch by inch, her breath broke into sobs.

"You shielded me," he whispered."One time isn't enough.Let me… kiss you back—eight times."

Second time – "If you cry, I bite."

She cried and gasped, "No more… you beast—"

He sank his teeth into her shoulder, just enough to make her jolt.

"You cry so sweetly.I can't help but bite."

He bit her neck, her shoulder, the tip of every tear—And each time she whimpered, her strength melted a little more.

"You said you'd be gentle!" she choked.

He kissed the corner of her eye.

"I will.But only after I make you sob my name."

Third time – "You run, I catch."

She slipped partway out of his hold, tried to crawl from the bed—

With a single flick of his wing, he snared her ankle and dragged her back.The next second—he was above her again.

"You try to run?" he purred."I catch. I flip. I make you remember."

She cried "No—!" but he had already moved again,Wings binding her wrists, ankles, even the trembling tips of her fingers.

"This third time," he growled,"You'll remember: you couldn't get away."

Fourth time – "I'm not full yet."

She lay breathless in the nest of feathers."Enough… Yu, I… really…"

He only kissed her, eyes gleaming like dusk over wildfire.

"I'm not full."

He knelt, pressed soft kisses to her thighs—slow, deliberate.

When she tried to close her legs, his wings gently pried them apart.

"Be still, little archer.I haven't had my fill of you yet."

Fifth time – "The way you melt makes me want to mark you."

She cried for real now.Eyes red, limbs trembling, voice gone soft and wet.

He leaned in, biting her earlobe.

"The way you look right now…Makes me want to leave my mark with every breath."

And so he did—Whispering things into her skin that only her body could understand.

"Don't faint yet," he said between kisses."I'm not done… writing my name."

Sixth time – "I'll carve 'Yu' into you, stroke by stroke."

He gripped her waist, slow and steady—Every motion deliberate.

"Vertical stroke.Hook.Curve.Cross."

"Every line of my name…""I'm writing it into you."

She sobbed, "Are you finished yet?!"

"Almost," he breathed against her nape."But if you forget… I'll just copy it again."

Seventh time – "If you faint, I'll kiss you awake."

She lost consciousness for a moment.

He panicked.

He kissed her lips, her ears, her chest, his voice hoarse and trembling.

"Don't sleep yet…The eagle still hasn't flown enough…"

She stirred. He smiled, soft and wicked.

"Good girl.We've still got round seven."

Tears streaked her cheeks.

"You beast…"

"Tonight," he whispered,"I'll be one until you surrender."

Eighth time – "After tonight, you belong to the king of raptors."

She lay cradled in his arms, body soft as rainwater.

But he kissed her again—gently at first, then deeper.And the shivers returned.

"One last time," he promised.

She didn't believe him."You said that three times already—"

He grinned.

"This time I mean it."

Then he entered again—Slow.Certain.

"After tonight…" he whispered against her lips,"You belong to the king of raptors."

"Your bow, your arrows, your heart—they're all mine."

"You shot me once.Now you'll spend a lifetime making it up."