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Wanning gasped as she clenched her pussy hard around the tongue licking deep inside of her, as though the older woman wanted to reach into her deepest core with her tongue alone.
And Chu Wanning was half-convinced it was going to work.
She struggled to hold in her filthy sounds, her embarrassing whimpers, as she let out a half-mad, “Shizun!” as that tongue sank even deeper inside her oh god.
The shizun in question paused only enough for only her to lift her head up and gave her rattled disciple a quick wink before turning her attention back to Wanning’s poor, tongue-abused little pussy.
Mo Ran grinned deeply, sweet dimples shadowed from the natural lighting around the pair, staring straight at her dearest heart’s soft body from eye-level. She still felt like she was half in a dream. The thought that she gets to do this with her beloved Wanning, she doesn’t think she’s ever been happier!
With that thought, she giggled a bit before diving back into the slick in front of her.
“My A-Ning, just look at you,” Mo Ran lowly whined, as she paused to rub her fingers through her folds, dripping wet from Chu Wanning’s release and Mo Ran’s own mouth, “Who would have guessed that my adorable disciple could look like this. You’ve got your pretty spread legs so open for your shizun. So filthy. Wanning, ah, I love you so much.” She said, panting, “I want to do this to you everywhere. Anywhere. Please pay attention to this teacher of yours, Wanning. Stay with me.”
Chu Wanning whimpered as she stubbornly turned her head to the side. Far too thin-faced to reply to such, such improper things from Mo Ran! How could she say anything! Besides, her shizun should already know by now…that she's hers…..
She looked down, after hearing another short laugh from Mo Ran from down there. Her eyes narrowed into a glare, though the effect of her temper on her devious shizun was lessened by her messily aroused state.
Wanning was not fully naked, but draped in robes that were struggling very hard to stay on her shoulders as she was tossed and turned (and folded) by the practice Mo Ran was putting her body through today. The sight of her disciple, who usually carried herself around members of the peak with such grace, trusting enough to let her shizun unravel her to this point of pure debauchery.
It would have been unbelievable to her just one year earlier, the thought that she would get this chance with the disciple she had secretly harbored the sweetest love, and the filthiest desires, for.
What could she say, her A-Ning was just too cute!
So, so unbearably cute and precious. Her Chu Wanning was without compare. Her jaw ached. She wanted to take a bite.
And now she could. So she did.
Mo Ran smirked just a bit, and moved back far enough to tilt her widening mouth towards one of Wanning’s toned thighs. She hummed as she began to bite and suck hard on her disciple’s sensitive flesh.
Chu Wanning let out a small yell as she felt her shizun’s sharp teeth sink just a bit too hard into her thigh. Her already aroused pussy tightened at the sensation, as she felt a jolt of something in her belly, so strongly, while Mo Ran’s mouth kept up its task worrying at the skin of her inner thighs.
“Ngh!” Chu Wanning breathlessly yelped, suddenly moving one hand towards her shizun in an aborted gesture.
Mo Ran, who had never ceased her close attention on those thighs she spent too many a night dreaming of, grabbed the hand her disciple had reached out towards her with. She moved Wanning’s smaller hand slowly, ever so slowly, towards the throbbing clit she had been neglecting with her mouth earlier. Having been too focused on tasting inside her sweetheart to move any farther upwards.
“Now Wanning,” she said, after suckling an unmarked piece of skin, and leaving a ring of marks in her wake, “I think it’s time I gave you a very important lesson.”
Mo Ran looked at her from the side mischievously as she began to guide Chu Wanning’s hand in circling the flesh of her clit, moving Wanning’s fingers with her own in rubbing its sides. Slick and warm fingers dragging over aroused flesh as Wanning subtly shifted to escape the sensation that was only gaining in an intensity, the feeling that was making her mind go fuzzy and distant.
And then fingers shifted again, moving up ever just so, and again ever slightly back down - all in an almost torturously slow fashion.
Chu Wanning furrowed her brows as she felt herself snap just a bit.
“Shizun!”
The way her body was being toyed with for so long, surely her shizun just wanted to torment her. (She loved her dearly, but Mo Ran was going to be the death of her).
“So impatient, Wanning! This shizun can’t believe you’re so hard up for it.” She said, her dark purple eyes crinkling just a bit in delight. The smallest hints of crow’s feet becoming visible, that only added to her seemingly already endless charm whenever she smiled these days.
Chu Wanning was too flustered to even muster a glare at her. She loved her so very much. She still couldn’t believe the most beautiful woman she had ever seen in her life was with her like this, and seemed to want her this much.
The desire to tear up in equal parts embarrassment and happiness was almost overwhelming.
She was pulled out of her thoughts when Mo Ran began to speak again, rolling her tone along her tongue in a light manner that betrayed the tight pressure she had begun to put on Chu Wanning’s hand.
“Oh my baby, don’t worry.” She laughed, “Your Mo Ran will give you a hand.”
Her callused hand suddenly let go of Wanning’s, and made its move back towards that twitching hole of hers. With some strength, Mo Ran quickly ran her hands through wet folds one last time, before she sank three fingers into that heat that had been just waiting for her.
Chu Wanning let out a moan so loud and involuntary that Mo Ran was glad she lived in a relatively isolated spot on the peak.
There’s not one singular universe that she’d allow even the slightest chance of anyone else being able to hear what was hers like this.
Because this moment was hers, this life together was hers, Chu Wanning was hers.
She knew this as much as she knew that all of her belonged to her dearest disciple in turn.
She wondered if it was possible to die from being too happy.
With that thought, Mo Ran began to take what she wanted, all that her baby was offering her right now. She fucked harder and harder into Wanning with the strength of her battle-hardened hand, barely giving any reprieve. Any moment of rest or any chance to move away from the sensation of being completely filled, denied.
“I wonder, I really do wonder baobei, do you know how fucking good you look while I’m inside you? Where I can feel just how wet you get for me?”
Mo Ran looked up just to see her Wanning looking down at her with wide, unseeing eyes, babbling something, but still just clenching more and more around the fingers buried so very far inside her leaking pussy.
Slick had dribbled down everywhere onto the blanket, onto the bed.
Mo Ran shivered. She was close herself too. Fuck. Just from this. Her baby was amazing.
With several thrusts, where she used more strength than she had ever tried while finger-fucking, she felt Chu Wanning squeeze around her, and a rush of fluid from her orgasm coated Mo Ran’s hand, and her entire forearm (wow baobei!).
She herself had noticed a thick, sticky fluid from her own release beneath her.
Shaking her head and smiling wryly, she removed her hand from inside Wanning, and moved onto the bed to pull her disciple into a tight hug. And a very wet hug, that had her beloved squirming just a bit from the sensation.
Moving her head to hide in Mo Ran’s chest, Chu Wanning sluggishly wrapped her arms around her shizun’s middle.
“Mo Ran,” She began, as she sank her face deeper into the flesh in front of her, to hide her burning face.
Mo Ran looked down with some amusement, as she began to stroke the back of Wanning’s hair.
“Hmm, what is it A-Ning?”
She quietly mumbled something at first, and then repeated herself in a louder tone, as she seemed more confident in what she wanted to say to her shizun.
“Of course I’ll stay with you…”
Mo Ran’s eyes widened, and then experienced a bright burst of glee so strong, she couldn’t keep a loud laugh from coming out of her mouth. A glint in her eye spelling trouble emerging yet again. Chu Wanning started to worm indignantly in her hold, but she just held her snugly to the hard plane of her body, with no room to put distance between them unless she allowed it. And now she certainly wasn’t going to. She chuckled as she began to kiss the top of Wanning’s head, again and again. The other also began to settle as she shyly accepted the attention, even as she looked up with one narrowed eye in distaste. Heh.
“I really do love you, Chu Wanning. Did you know?”
Mo Ran stared down at the face that had burrowed back into her chest, and at bright red ears visible just behind silky hair.
‘I really am going to die from being too happy,’ She thought.