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“Another loss,” Ningguang said, pinching her chess piece and considering it.
Beidou huffed. She knocked back the rest of her alcohol and poured herself another. “Are you letting me win?”
“I would never.”
“Uh huh.” Beidou smirked into her cup. “Right.” They were both dressed in only their undergarments, both positioned across from one another on a massive bed—Ningguang was lounging rather, hair undone and cascading over her delicate curves—regarding the Captain with heavy eyes. Beidou sat cross-legged as she sipped, peering over the rim of her cup, drinking her in.
Silk sheets, plush pillows, heady incense, and quality alcohol… Ningguang knew how to woo a woman. So much so that Beidou had taken it upon herself to set her drink down and push the chess set aside, scattering game pieces, and closing the gap between them.
Ningguang raised an eyebrow as she reached for her neglected pipe. “Have you tried the candied hawberries? They’re delightful.”
“I’d rather indulge in something sweeter.”
Ningguang laughed. She packed and lit her pipe, leaning back on the platitude of pillows, knees bent, nipples noticeably roused under gossamer.
Beidou could make Ningguang come from just sucking on her nipples…
There was no need for formalities. No furtive glances or coy smiles. They were past all of that. Established and at ease. There, in Ningguang’s bedchamber, all warm wood, books, and jade—Beidou leaned over and kissed Ningguang, waiting for her lips to part until deepening their exchange. Ningguang’s lips were truly soft, and Beidou was fascinated with them—how they felt against her own, how they felt when they ravished her body. She thought of all their experiences up until this point as they kissed. The good and the bad and the everything in between. She adored this woman, cherished her unlike any other.
They parted and Beidou explored Ningguang’s body. Her calloused hands roamed every slope, fingers pulling straps down flawless shoulders, thumbs pressing into tender spots. Ningguang was a silent recipient, but it was her breathing that gave her away. A catch here, a low drawn out exhale there. She spread her legs and Beidou dipped between her thighs, kissing everywhere but where Ningguang needed her the most.
With a deep drag from her pipe, she watched as Beidou kissed around her belly and thighs, gusset growing wet with desire. “Mm, I’ve missed you, Captain.”
Beidou smirked and nestled herself between Ningguang’s legs. “I can tell,” she said pointedly at the bead of moisture collecting before her. She tore her gaze away to trail small kisses up Ningguang’s inner thigh, relishing the way her skin reacted to her lips. Intoxicating. More so than the finest alcohol, Ningguang provided a satisfying inebriation—something indescribable and yet profoundly addicting. The smell of her alone made Beidou’s mouth water.
Not one to prolong her own agony, Beidou pushed her tongue flat over the sheer fabric of Ningguang’s gusset and felt her clit twitch in response to the pressure. She toyed with it through the delicate garment—gently licking, kissing—soaking the thin material with spit and slick. Ningguang arched her back and exhaled a plume of smoke as her idle hand gripped Beidou’s dark silken hair, pushing her down and pulling her close. Beidou loved when the Tianquan was rough with her, it made her heart sing and goaded her desire. Ningguang’s hips lifted just enough to suggest a wish for more or else... Beidou smiled as she pulled the fabric aside, stealing a moment to look at her lover’s flushed pussy. She pressed her mouth into Ningguang’s folds and gently sucked on her clit. Glorious. Ningguang’s moans were sublime, and the taste of her was divine, and Beidou savored her—tongue dipping into her unyielding heat, hands pressed firmly behind her thighs, bending her, tilting her, so ravenous for more of her.
Gripping the back of her fleshy thighs and holding her at a delicious angle, Beidou lapped at Ningguang’s clit with a quick succession of flicks. She then licked downward and entered her with a rigid tongue, forcefully thrusting into her tight hole. Beidou knew exactly what she liked, what would drive her wild and make her wet beyond belief. Her lover moaned as she slurped, jaw moving slow, sucking a little and swallowing a combination of her own spit and Ningguang’s cum—chin wet, nails digging into her, savoring the particular taste of her.
“Bei—I’m—” Ningguang’s words were caught in a strangled sigh as her body went tense. Beidou eased her mouth, finishing with a long lick upwards, catching every ounce of cum and swallowing. She gently lowered Ningguang’s ass back down onto the bed and touched her belly, loving the way she squirmed under her hand.
“We’re not done,” Beidou said, stroking. She lightly trailed her fingertips up Ningguang’s navel, up to her breasts where she pinched a neglected nipple though the gauzy fabric.
Ningguang must’ve placed her pipe aside at some point, because her hands were now clenching the sheets. “Of course not,” she breathed, face flushed and eyes filled with so much longing that Beidou couldn’t bear to look away. She took Ningguang’s hand into her own and pulled her up, catching her in a tender kiss. “I love tasting myself on your lips,” Ningguang whispered as she pulled away. Her hair was mused, and she smelled of wild flowers, sex, and smoke. Familiar and comforting. She caressed Beidou’s arm, clearly admiring her strength, her scars. “How do you want me?”
Beidou hummed and lowered her gaze. She felt curiously shy and smiled as she planted a kiss on the back of Ningguang’s beautiful hand. She sat and stretched her legs out and positioned Ningguang belly-down over her thighs. Ningguang relaxed and melted into her, lifting her ass and spreading her legs a little—expecting. Beidou tugged her panties down to her knees and slowly dragged her fingers back up her thigh, pleased with the shudder and muffled whimper her touch conjured.
A desperate plea from Ningguang was all Beidou needed to hear. She dipped her hand into the junction of her legs and stroked her swollen clit, gently pinching and sliding it between two fingers. Ningguang moved against her touch, absolutely aching for it by the sounds she emitted. With one hand firmly planted on Ningguang’s lower back, Beidou slickened her fingers with cum and slipped a digit into her lover, slowly—then rocking knuckle-deep and coaxing the most agonized cries from her. Two in, then three, closely drawn and taut and relentless—thrusting in and out of Ningguang with a syncopated wetness that only fingers in a tight wet snatch could create.
Beidou kept her pace, waiting for the cues of climax: the shuddered breathing, the quaking legs, the tightening around her fingers—and once Ningguang reached her peak for the second time, crying out her beloved’s name for all to hear—Beidou released her and supplied a line of tiny kisses across her back.
“Music to my ears, Ning.” But Beidou didn’t give Ningguang a chance to respond, instantly flipping her onto her back and overwhelming her with kisses. She pulled the fabric of Ningguang’s top down and closed her mouth around her nipple, sucking rough, greedy for her moans. Beidou cupped her breasts and pushed them together, swirling her tongue over the precious mounds as her teeth grazed the sensitive buds. It was lewd, wolfish, but Ningguang’s skin burned with pleasure and Beidou couldn’t pull back. More, more, more rang in her mind, and with the way Ningguang’s hips bucked, Beidou knew she was on the precipice once again. She played with both nipples, tweaking and sucking in tandem until Ningguang came once more.
Beidou rolled off and relaxed beside her. Lips puffy, jaw a little sore, pussy aching for attention, but so satisfied with the ruination of the woman beside her. She rolled onto her side and played with Ningguang’s pale hair as they both came back down from their highs.
“You’re three for three,” Beidou said, kissing her shoulder.
“Mm, I feel incredibly spoiled.”
“Good. You deserve nothing less.”
Ningguang turned her head—decolletage shiny with perspiration, cheeks rosy. “Your turn.”
Beidou looked away and buried her face into a pillow. She grinned at the sound of Ningguang rummaging through her nightstand. There were options and Beidou knew them well. She secretly hoped for the thick one this time. She wanted to feel full, she wanted Ningguang to ease into her, ferry her through the intensities of pleasure, and drive her to the brink. She lifted her head at the chosen toy.
“You read my mind,” Beidou said, regarding the girthy jade dildo resting on Ningguang’s palm.
“Me first,” Ningguang purred and then wrapped her lips around the phallic toy.
Beidou raised an eyebrow at the display. Wet. She was wet and eager for Ningguang to give her what she needed. But she was also patient and enamored with the sight of her lover deep-throating the jade, lips pulled taut—the spit, the sounds… Beidou couldn’t stop the growl that rose deep from within her chest. She pushed herself up and went to grab Ningguang but stopped as soon as she saw the look of warning in the Tianquan’s eyes.
“Nin—” But Beidou’s words faltered as Ningguang pulled her mouth away, a thread of spit holding onto the tip. She shoved Beidou down onto her back, flirty and lacking any real force but the action was enough to summon a throaty groan from the Captain. She spread her thighs and presented herself to Ningguang, unashamed of how flushed and wet she was.
Ningguang nestled herself before Beidou and pulled her panties off, unceremoniously tossing them over her shoulder. She bent and gave Beidou’s pussy one long deliberate lick, eyes locked on her face as her pink tongue dragged over swollen, needy flesh.
“Watch me,” she said. “Watch me as I fuck you.”
Beidou’s breath caught. She couldn’t speak for fear her voice would crack and give her away. She nodded, small, body aching for more of Ningguang’s touch.
This night was a continuation of many. They knew one another’s bodies as if they were their own. Ningguang knew Beidou was wet enough and that she could take the stretch with nary any labor. The jade nudged Beidou’s entrance and she watched, just as Ningguang demanded, as the dildo slid into her. Slow. Wickedly slow. Ningguang drove the tip deep within her beloved, eyes pooling with adoration, lips parting oh-so-slightly. To the hilt. And Beidou tore her gaze away to tilt her head back and moan.
“Please.”
And it was all Ningguang needed to hear. She began thrusting in and out of Beidou, arm moving with quick finesse, hand twisting every now and again, making Beidou curse and writhe. Her cum had already coated the jade, providing extra slip and sound. Ningguang’s breasts jiggled with her efforts, and Beidou wanted to bury her face in the valley of them. She felt full, wildly stimulated, and warm as the wondrous sensation of her growing climax swelled within her. She gritted her teeth as Ningguang relentlessly pleasured her.
“Close…” Beidou managed after some time, and immediately whined as Ningguang pulled the jade out of her.
“Not yet.” Ningguang bent once more and lapped at Beidou’s pussy, tonguing between her folds, and then gently sucking on her clit.
Bliss. Beidou’s legs shook with the overwhelming weight of it. She sighed, hand tugging Ningguang’s long hair while she ate. When Ningguang came up for air, her face was aglow, and her mouth was a mess.
“Beautiful.”
Ningguang hummed in response and licked her lips. She stroked Beidou’s pussy with the jade and then entered her once more. Slower this time, but still maintaining a delicious rhythm. With her free hand, Ningguang opened Beidou up, spreading her lips apart. Her clit was hard and erect and Ningguang stroked it with her thumb. That paired with the jade tunneling deep inside her was enough to send Beidou over the edge. She came—silent and shuddering—as Ningguang slowed her pace and eventually released her. She placed the spent dildo aside, climbed over her beloved, and relaxed onto her. Their bodies fit so perfectly against one another that a contented sigh from them both was required.
Ningguang kissed along her jaw as Beidou lightly raked her nails over her pale shoulder.
“Stay the night.”
“Of course,” Beidou said with no hesitation. She kissed the top of Ningguang’s head as she nestled herself into a snuggling position. Both relaxed and ready for rest.