Chapter 89: Li Shang – "Mulan, Where Is Your Cock?"
The training camp outside the imperial city had been silent for months.
No more dawn drills, no more barked orders, no more young men learning to become soldiers.
The war was over.
The Huns were scattered.
China was at peace.
But peace is a fragile thing when the dragon heat wave decides to visit.
It arrived at dawn — carried on a wind that smelled of iron, sweat, and molten jade.
Li Shang woke in his tent — still wearing the leather armor from yesterday's patrol — and felt it hit like a spear to the gut.
His cock surged — thickening, lengthening, veins bulging beneath the skin until it strained painfully against the laces of his trousers.
The head flared wide — flushed dark — leaking a thick, steady stream of pre-cum that soaked through the fabric and ran down his thigh.
His balls drew up tight — swollen, heavy — churning with a need so intense it made his vision blur.
He groaned — sat up — and looked down.
His erection was monstrous — longer than his forearm, ridged like dragon scale, already pulsing with every heartbeat.
He muttered — half prayer, half curse:
"Not now…"
Then he heard the footsteps.
Mulan.
She stepped into the tent — armor still on, hair tied back, sword at her hip — but something was different.
Her eyes glowed faint gold.
Her chest rose and fell faster than usual.
Her hips swayed with new purpose.
And between her legs — where there should have been nothing but smooth fabric — a thick, unmistakable bulge strained against her trousers.
Shang stared.
Mulan stared back.
Neither spoke for three heartbeats.
Then Shang's voice cracked — raw, disbelieving:
"Mulan… where is your cock?"
Mulan laughed — low, rough — and stepped closer.
"It's always been here, Shang.
You just never looked close enough."
She unlaced her trousers — slow, deliberate — and let them fall.
Her cock sprang free — thick, veined, golden-brown like her skin, ridged along the underside, head flared wide and already leaking pre that dripped onto the dirt floor.
It was bigger than Shang's.
She smiled — wicked, victorious — and wrapped one hand around her shaft — stroking once — slow — letting him see every inch.
"The heat gave me a gift," she said.
"And I intend to use it."
Shang's mouth went dry.
His own cock throbbed harder — pre dripping faster.
Mulan stepped closer — cock bobbing — and pushed him back onto his bedroll.
He didn't resist.
She straddled his chest — heavy cock resting against his sternum — and leaned down — kissing him deep — tongue claiming his mouth while her hand wrapped around his shaft — stroking him in time with her own.
Shang moaned into the kiss — hips bucking — hands gripping her thighs.
Mulan pulled back — grinned — and flipped him over.
"On your knees, Captain."
Shang obeyed — ass up — tail (newly awakened, black with red stripes) flicking nervously.
Mulan knelt behind him — pressed the head of her cock against his tight ring — and pushed in — slow — letting him feel every ridge stretch him open.
Shang groaned — low, broken — pushing back — taking her deeper.
Mulan thrust — steady — filling him completely — then began to fuck him — hard, relentless — hips snapping — balls slapping his ass.
Shang came — untouched — thick ropes spurting across the bedroll — while Mulan kept pounding — ridged cock dragging along his prostate — forcing another orgasm from him almost immediately.
She fucked him through it — then pulled out — flipped him onto his back — and straddled his hips.
She sank down — taking his cock into her pussy — while her own cock rested heavy against his stomach — dripping pre across his abs.
She rode him — slow, deep — while her tail wrapped around his cock — stroking him in time with her thrusts.
Shang's hands gripped her hips — thrusting up — filling her while she filled the air with moans.
He came again — flooding her pussy — while Mulan stroked herself — jerking her cock — until she roared — golden cum blasting across his chest and face in thick ropes.
They collapsed together — panting — tails entwined — cum leaking from every hole — bodies glowing faintly.
Mulan kissed him — slow, possessive.
"You asked where my cock was," she whispered.
Shang laughed — hoarse, happy — and pulled her closer.
"Now I know."
The tent flap rustled.
Shang's soldiers — drawn by the scent — stood outside — cocks hard, eyes wide.
Mulan looked at them — then at Shang — and grinned.
"Looks like the army needs a new training exercise."
Shang groaned — already hardening again.
"Dismissed… for the rest of the day."
The soldiers cheered — then rushed in.
The camp became a symphony of moans — soldiers fucking each other, fucking Mulan, fucking Shang — cocks in every hole — cum in every color — tails lashing — bodies entwined.
Mulan rode Shang while two soldiers took her ass and mouth.
Shang fucked Mulan while soldiers took his ass and mouth.
The entire regiment — men and women — joined — creampieing each other — filling holes — breeding in the open.
By nightfall the training field was a sea of bodies — cum dripping from every orifice — bellies swollen — tails entwined.
Mulan lay on Shang's chest — cock still inside her — while soldiers curled around them — sated, glowing.
She kissed his jaw.
"Welcome to the new army, Captain."
Shang grinned — spent, happy, utterly broken.
"Best… drill… ever."
The camp settled — only soft breathing and occasional satisfied sighs.
The heat wave had found its warrior princess.
And the soldier who once trained her — had finally learned how to surrender.
Every hole filled.
Every seed planted.
The fairy tale had ended.
The fuck tale had just begun.
And in the heart of the training camp — glowing, sticky, complete — Mulan and Shang slept.
Surrounded by their army — tails entwined — dreaming of the children they would raise.
Children of war.
Children of heat.
Children who would one day feel the same fire.
And when they did…
…they would know exactly how to train it.
Into something unstoppable.