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Lan Fan was simultaneously proud and frustrated that Greed had learned to subdue the maddeningly alien ki of the philosopher's stone within him. On the one hand, it meant that others couldn't track him or readily recognize the fact that he was not human.

On the other, it meant that she couldn't instantaneously pin point him either. And considering the sheer size of the Central Imperial Palace, finding him when he decided to disappear was no small feat. She could only remind herself of the fact that the homunculus would ultimately be fine during an assassination attempt, but it still looked bad on her as his head guard. She could strangle him on these occasions when he so blatantly ignored how much they had to tip toe about in order for their cover-up to remain in place.

But then, he could possibly argue right back that Ling himself had a penchant for such antics, and those thoughts brought a sharp, stinging pain to her chest.

She found him in the harem this time, innocently playing a game of mahjong with one of his 'wives'--who could barely be more than fourteen herself. She inwardly scowled at the fact--it was none of Greed's doing but purely a mechanic of Xing itself. She would never forget the row they'd had when the reality of many of his brides' ages were revealed and how he wanted women and not kids. The fact was that was just how it was in Xing. As soon as a girl was capable of bearing children she was considered marriageable. If it weren't for the way Lan Fan had been raised it would have been the same for her as well.

"Your Imperial Highness," she said, her tone betraying her irritation, even if the words contained the proper amount of elevation. She fell to one knee, bowing her head at the edge of the cushions and hand stitched silk rug that adorned this particularly corner of the Harem rooms. "I am afraid your presence is needed elsewhere."

Elsewhere in private. Where she could ream him for acting like a child. Again.

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Lan Fan shuddered as her skin met with the cold stone, making her grasp for him that much more desperately, her fingers twisting in his hair and their metal counterparts biting into his back, especially as his fingers entered her. Her hips jumped upward toward his hand, her body hungry for his touch.

Greed followed the tension in the woman's hand and bend his head down to kiss her firmly, parting his lips momentarily to run his tongue hungrily across her teeth. Unable to keep himself focused one area for long, the man's fingers found their way back up to shaft and he shifted his hips forward so that his own erection pressed against her vagina, jumping seemingly with it's own greedy desperation, the muscles in his abdomen tensing in synchronization with the throbbing.

She moaned into his mouth before sliding her tongue against his, her hips jumping toward his hand again as he moved it back to her erection. She gasped again feeling his cock pressed against her, her body practically straining to draw him inside. She mumbled his name again, panting against his lips before nipping them lightly.

His breathing was heavy, escaping his lungs with a rough, almost growling sound. She was so attractive like that, he couldn't stand it, and almost before he'd even decided, his cock was already sliding into her body. He was always, always caught by the way her entire being seemed to beg him for this. All the pretense and stoic defense fell away and she was laid completely bare before him. And she was the most beautiful radiant woman he had ever seen.

His tongue met hers hungrily, again and again. As his hips thrust forward Greed's hand moved from her cock up to her breasts, massaging them before tweaking her nipples a little and letting out a low, gruff chuckle, filled with dark mischief.

That slight growl escaping him made her blood boil even more, and she moaned wholly as she felt him enter her, exhaling sharply against his his lips before her voice came in a familiar low whine as he moved inside her, her walls gripping him tightly and all by trying to hold him inside her each time he withdrew.

His name escaped her again, her head falling back as her back arched, pressing her breasts more firmly against his hands. She couldn't even react to that chuckle, that would mean she would need to pull her attention away from what she was feeling.

Hearing his name on her lips again, the man began to thrust more forcefully into her. He wanted more, he wanted, so badly for her to scream his name to the heavens, and to hell with the consequences. He knew it wasn't something he could have. But of course, that was even more reason for him to want it. His hands slipped away from her breasts, so that he could maneuver them beneath her back, drawing close to her so that he could kiss that beautiful mouth that called his name with such urgent longing, and rake his nails lightly across her back.