Special Delivery Girl

Beidou x Kirara x Ningguang

Chapter 1 (a strange feeling)

The large wooden sailing vessel pitches slightly from the roll of a wave in the Liyue sea, and Kirara’s claws instinctively dig into the wooden planks for balance.  She clutches the medium-sized cardboard package to her chest more tightly as she backs away from the bow of the ship.  That’s enough watching the horizon and seabirds for now.

Kirara is sailing across the sea to deliver a high-priority international parcel from Inazuma to Liyue.  The address on the box reads: The Jade Chamber, Liyue Harbor , and it is sealed with a special sticker depicting an eclipsed moon.  This is no ordinary run-of-the-mill everyday delivery, and thus is a job for an extraordinary courier.  Not only is Kirara a nekomata, or cat-youkai, but she is also a gold-level courier with Komaniya Express, and the only agent authorized for overseas delivery.  In addition to the illustrious recipient, this package is unique for another reason.  It actually originated in Liyue, was shipped to Inazuma for finishing touches by an expert artisan, before getting shipped back to Liyue to its final destination.  The two-tailed delivery girl doesn’t particularly care about the circumstances of the item, she’s just happy for an excuse to get moving and try to shake this strange feeling she’s been having.

Over the last week or so, Kirara hasn’t felt much like her usual vivacious and cheerful self.  She’s been a bit wistful and on edge lately.  Her thoughts have been like a leaf fluttering in a strong breeze; frequently distracting her and leaving her unable to focus.  Even one of her favorite pastimes, watching the fashionable girls in Inazuma City for inspiration on how to best dress to fit into human society, has been difficult as of late.  For some inexplicable reason, she finds herself looking more at the girl and less at the outfit.  Then she feels almost unbearably hot and itchy and she can’t seem to figure out why or how to make it go away.  Hopefully she’s not getting sick.  The last thing she wants is to have to miss work or worse, not be able to integrate into Inazuman culture.  When offered the opportunity to go out on a long delivery like this, she pounced on it like it was a flighty finch.  Hopefully getting to stretch her legs and see some fresh scenery will help her get back to normal.

A spray of seawater splashes over the side of the boat and snaps Kirara out of her fretting.  Getting to travel Teyvat and see a whole world of interesting people and places is a wonderful privilege, but her least favorite part is usually the sailing.  Because Inazuma is an island nation, the first leg of every journey to deliver international goods is unfortunately a boat ride.  She doesn’t mind some parts of the voyage.  The view of the sunrises and starry skies is unparalleled, and watching seagulls and dolphins is a nice change of pace from finches and koi.  Her feline sense of balance helps her handle the lurching of the deck, and the salty ocean smell certainly has its appeal.  Not to mention, most of the sailors are very nice as the general consensus is that having a cat on board is good luck.  She just tries not to spend too much of the trip near the railing.  Seasickness can get the best of even the mightiest of terrestrial youkai, and her kind especially would prefer not to get wet if at all possible.

The ship rocks again, more steeply this time, and the spindrift from the waves mingles with sprinkles from the sky as they enter impending inclement weather.  Kirara does her best to maintain calm, but her tails twitch in apprehension belying her nervous state.  Momentarily, the mild-mannered captain of the vessel approaches her.

“Miss, we may be, um, experiencing some turbulence.”  He begins, wiping water from his face.  “I'd encourage you to wait below deck until we’re through the worst of it.”

She nods.  Squinting against the squall, she quickly makes for the hatch to descend belowdecks.  Getting herself and her precious package out of danger of various degrees of sogginess is top priority.  The boat still sways with the waves, but at least it’s dry and warm down here.  Now that she’s out of immediate danger of falling overboard, Kirara takes stock of her surroundings.  She’s alone, in what appears to be a sort of cargo hold.  Plenty of boxes are efficiently packed into the room, but sadly none of them seem to be vacant enough for her to curl up inside and take a nap.

Thunder booms above the ship and her tails bristle subconsciously.  

“Calm.  Keep calm Kirara.”  She consoles herself, smoothing out the fur on her tails.  “It’s just a little storm.  You’ve made it safely to land many times, and this one will be no different!”

She sets her parcel carefully on the floor and begins stretching her limbs.  If only she’d been able to sail with Beidou.  The captain of the Crux fleet is cool and interesting and the voyage seems to fly a lot faster.  Not to mention, Kirara would feel a lot safer through this storm with Beidou at the helm.  But the Alcor wasn’t docked in Inazuma at the time, so she had to hitch a ride on a merchant ship.  The man running this boat is nice enough, but he’s certainly no Beidou.

Feeling powerless against the storm, the nekomata girl paces across the wooden floor.  Her stomach flops continually from the motion and her anxiety.  After making a few laps around the hold, she decides to rest and sits down on top of the box she is transporting.  It immediately buzzes loudly.

“Yipe!”  She exclaims and hops back up.

Almost as quickly as it started, the noise from the box dies down.  Suddenly engrossed in this new mystery, Kirara all but forgets about the turbulent tempest.  She creeps closer and stares at the box, as though she could penetrate the cardboard with her gaze.  What could be inside that could make that vibration?  Is there something alive in there?  How had she not noticed it before?  

Her hand cautiously reaches out and bops the container.  Nothing.  She slowly picks up and inspects every side thoroughly.  Just looks like a normal box, nothing out of the ordinary.  When she shakes it, the contents slide and move about inside as expected, but the powerful buzzing from before does not recommence.  She sits down and lifts it up to look at the bottom.  Just a box.  Puzzled, she sets it on her lap to look at the top more closely.  Whatever device or creature rests inside suddenly springs back to live, vibrating furiously.  Kirara leaps to her feet with a start, sending the box tumbling to the floor where it stops its rumbling.

“OK, now I’m really invested.”

Despite the idiomatic warnings about the repercussions her kind may suffer from such behavior, a burning curiosity tickles Kirara’s brain.  Her tails twitch as she peers at the mysterious carton in a thoughtful pose.  What could it possibly be?  Why does it only vibrate when she sits on it or it sits on her lap?  How could she deliver this and go on with her life, possibly never getting to know what was inside…

“No no no, no.  I am not going to open my customer’s package!”  Kirara reminds herself.  “My job is too important to me to risk for something like that.  Plus, I respect their right to privacy.  If a courier like me started thinking they could open every box that interested them, Komaniya Express’s reputation would go straight in the—”

The ship suddenly lurches from a large wave, sending an unprepared Kirara stumbling forward.  She trips over the package on the floor which causes both her and it to topple topsy-turvy. 

“Oh nyo!”  She exclaims.

To her horror, the cardboard box pops open and the contents go clattering to the floor nearby.  The distressed girl quickly scrambles for it on hands and knees.  In the dim light of the cargo hold, her keen nekomata eyes help her find the object.  She pounces swiftly before it can slide away with the rolling of the deck.  

The adrenaline rush from those fateful two seconds ebbing away, hot tears well up in Kirara’s eyes.

“My life *sob* is over!  I’ll never be able to *hic* go back to Komaniya Express after this!  Maybe I’ll *sniff* run away to Fontaine and try to join a *sob* circus…” 

The poor despondent girl fears she’ll lose her place in Inazuman society immediately after her first failure.  She takes her job very seriously, and she’s unable to forgive herself for this breach of her customer’s privacy, even if her employer would be more than willing to turn a blind eye.  Since she’s already resigned to her fate, she absently inspects the cause of her doom.  It appears to be a long, almost aubergine-shaped tool or sculpture wrought in dark jade.  Her trembling hands gingerly run along the smooth, cool shaft.  It is definitely of fine Liyue craftsmanship.  Her fingertips find some sort of adeptal art runes carved at various intervals of its length. The tool does not seem to be vibrating in any way.  

“Rich people have strange tastes in collecting.”  Kirara laughs ruefully.

When she goes to place it back in its box, she spots a fancy belt of some kind still inside.  It looks to be made from Inazuman textiles, and she deduces this is probably why it was shipped to the Nation of Eternity, just to be sent back to Liyue.

Kirara gently nestles the item back in its place.  As she folds the top flaps of the box closed, her heart skips a beat.  The seal holding it closed did not break!  Apparently it was simply not sealed very tightly by whomever closed it last, so the lid popped open without damaging the moon design on the seal

This is a wonderful turn of events.  Her career might not be over after all!  With delicate finesse, Kirara packs the strange device and its strap into the shipping container and closes it back up.  Then she presses firmly yet carefully to reattach the seal to the top and holds her breath.  She steps back to evaluate the repairs.  Honestly, it looks as good as new, as if it had never been opened.  Her lungs release the trapped air they were storing.  Everything will be alright.  She can still deliver the package as planned, get a 5-star rating, and nobody has to know about this tiny, inconsequential mishap.  As long as the customer doesn’t notice that it’s been opened, everything will turn out just fine.

Chapter 2 (a bumpy delivery)

By the grace of the Archons, the merchant vessel arrives at last in the safety of Liyue Harbor.  The ship is noticeably a bit battered (as is the crew) but it weathered the storm and docked without further incident.  Kirara scrambles off the boat as soon as she is allowed, makes her way down the pier, and finally lets herself relax after reaching the solid ground.  She had never been so relieved to set her paws back on dry land.

After reacclimating her legs to the unmoving earth in the Land of Geo, she resolves herself to hasten over to the drop point for the Jade Chamber.  She very much wants to get the package delivered without further ado and put this fiasco behind her as soon as possible.  Making that blunder was very unlike her.  The youkai courier is nothing if not careful and serious about transporting her charges safely and undamaged.  The only explanation that makes any sense to her is that her lapse in performance is related to the strange affliction she’s felt recently, which leaves her distracted and leads her to make decisions she might not otherwise make.  All the more reason to figure out how to get better so this never happens again.

As Kirara heads through Chihu Rock, the wonderful sounds and smells reach out to her like dangling strings, threatening to sidetrack her from her purpose.  There’s nothing she loves more than experiencing human society, especially new and exciting things far from home.  Something much stronger than cultural appreciation wrests for control of her attention today.  

Her straightforward gaze is diverted by a cheerful voice and a delicious scent.  To her left she spies Xiangling just outside Wanmin Restaurant, smiling and waving.  Kirara’s heart skips for a second until she realizes she was not the target of the greeting.  A tall white-haired young woman adorned with red ropes approaches the chipper girl, and they start talking together in front of the restaurant.  Kirara’s eyes can’t help but wander to Xiangling’s exposed shoulders and up her athletic legs.  Kirara’s mind is also occupied by her observation of the skin revealed by the “hip windows” in Shenhe’s outfit and her muscular arms.

Consistent with this new and concerning behavior she’s experiencing, Kirara’s thoughts are consumed not by human society, but by humans themselves.  She is agonizingly curious: about how they look, and feel to the touch, and taste… Her feelings are not merely curiosity, but she has no other way to think of it.  She feels burning and achey inside every time she notices the girls around her.  She hasn’t been living as a human for very long, but this sensation is completely new to her.  This… can’t be normal.

It isn’t until she is almost crashed into by an overly enthusiastic lion boy that she realizes she has been frozen in the middle of the street.

“Whoa whoa whoa there! Excuse me miss!”  Gaming shouts, dodging around her as he continues on his path.  “Sorry! You OK?”

Kirara ignores him as she holds her package to her chest, points her eyes on the ground, and plots a ballista-like course for Yujing Terrace.  She doesn’t know what this feeling is, but she’s frightened of it.  This can’t be a normal human feeling.  It’s too intense, too…feral.  She’s terrified this is an indicator that she might be reverting to a more bestial state.  It would be nothing short of devastating to have to leave human society and return to the wilderness, driven out by her own uncontrollable youkai nature.  Her paws quickly carry her toward her destination as she laboriously tries to push away all distractions.  If she can just finish this delivery without anything else going wrong…

Eventually, Kirara reaches Yiyan Temple near the top of Yujing Terrace.  She’s much more optimistic now that she can complete the last leg of this journey successfully.  All she needs to do is speak to Bu’yun, the guide/glorified bellhop, and he’ll send her package up the levitating plaustrite elevator.  This is not the first delivery she’s made to the Jade Chamber, though all her previous parcels were of the mundane, non-vibrating variety.  Feeling confident about her job again, Kirara puts on her most natural smile and approaches the mustached man.

“Hello there! Special delivery!”  She greets.

“Ah, the international courier from Inazuma.”  He expresses his recognition.  “As reliable as the rising sun.”

She laughs a little uncomfortably and moves forward to hand over the troublesome box.

“Well, here you go! Thank you for choosing Komaniya Expr–”

“Just a moment please, young lady.”

The guide produces a pair of spectacles and leans forward to inspect her carton without taking it.  He ponders for a moment, then straightens up and addresses her.

“The treasure you bear is marked with the most eminent of all the Tianquan’s seals.  This is a rare and auspicious parcel indeed.”

Kirara’s stomach felt like she just experienced a sudden drop.  It would appear that the saga surrounding this mysterious box is not over yet, and it’s even more serious than she thought.

“So… um… What does that mean?”  She asks apprehensively.

“The seal beckons the one with the moon in one’s hand to join the mansion in the sky.”  Bu’yun gives his esoteric reply.

“Eh?”

“... The recipient requests the courier deliver this important package directly to the door of the Jade Chamber.”  He explains more simply, which seems to be a bit of a challenge for him.

“OK! OK!”  Kirara nods while forcing a smile.  “Deliver it…directly to… the Jade Chamber’s door.  Got it.”

On the inside, panic has stormed back in full force.  This couldn’t have just been a normal, easy delivery that got messed up.  It had to be a super-fancy moon-mansion very rare and important item that she accidentally broke open.  Why, oh why did she let her curiosity get the better of her today of all days?

With an artificial smile on her face, the worried nekomata girl climbed atop the plaustrite platform with the valuable cargo held securely to her chest.  She keeps her twin tails close to her body as she nervously prepares for the elevator to rise.  Bu’yun activates the mechanism to release the hovering stone from its earthly tether.

“Go.  Ascend to the Chamber and become the third divine body in that most sacred and sensual of dances!”  He bids her farewell, in a manner which leaves her very confused.

“Um, OK… Have a nice day!”  She calls down as she rapidly floats into the sky on board the mystical elevator.

Kirara’s head and stomach are swirling, and it’s not because of the dizzying ride.  She feels like she’s a rabbit walking into a fox’s den.  Kirara has never met the Tianquan in person, but simply the fact that she has the wealth and power to construct such a marvelous airborne mansion, not to mention her place of rulership as part of the Liyue Qixing, has her feeling very intimidated.  It just had to be this delivery to suffer a SNAFU.  While rising up to the extravagant abode, she continues to mull how best to solve this situation.  She can personally confirm the contents, strange as they may be, are intact and undamaged.  And with the seal unbroken, the best course of action is probably to keep the exchange short and pleasant, and hand off the package without bringing any extra attention to it.  All she has to do is get through this nerve-wracking interaction without making any more mistakes.

Before she knew it, the plaustrite platform berths evenly with the Jade Chamber’s stone base.  Kirara cautiously steps forward onto the floating mansion’s sturdy front landing.  She instinctively turns and gazes out over the vast landscape far below.  In the eye of the storm of worry surrounding her, this view reminds her of one of the most wonderful aspects of her job.  Liyue’s gravity-defying mountains, picturesque towns, and golden plains stretch as far as she can see.  Getting to take in such incredible and diverse sights all over Teyvat is a privilege she doesn’t take lightly.  

With that in mind, Kirara edges herself away from the precipice of the artificial satellite.  Not necessarily because she’s afraid of heights (she’d probably land on her feet, right?), but because it’s still a long way to fall or worse, drop the storied package.  Best to play it safe and go straight to the palace’s front door and not give this delivery any more opportunity to go awry.

The opulent mansion, with its elegant gilded roof and sweeping symmetrical towers is backdropped by nothing but sky at this altitude.  A select few people, only those specifically invited by the Tianquan, have ever set foot upon this breathtaking spectacle.  With an abode in the clouds, soaring high above mere mortals, Kirara can’t help but wonder if perhaps Ningguang is actually a Youkai, or Adeptus as they would be called here in Liyue.  The nekomata girl is neither architect nor engineer, but the awesome feat of construction and aesthetic design is not at all lost on her.  Certainly the mastermind behind such an accomplishment who calls this palace in the sky home must be no less magnificent and imposing.  Kirara resolutely musters her courage and makes for the main entryway, her nerves tense with apprehensive anticipation.

At long last, Kirara stands at the front door of the Jade Chamber.  This somewhat troublesome journey is at its final step.  With only a few seconds’ hesitation, Kirara reaches out her hand to lift the ornate door knocker which resembles a golden phoenix, and taps it against the intimidating door three times.  

For a time, there isn’t a sound nor a stir other than the whittling of the wind.  The nekomata courier’s mind begins to worry she had somehow made another mistake.  Rather than stand there and fret, she tries diverting her thoughts to her surroundings, but there really isn’t much activity nearby.  It would be a difficult adjustment to live on this flying island, with no birds or rodents to watch.  No people to watch either for that matter.  Being a wealthy human sounds like it would be just as lonely an existence as living as a youkai in the mountains.  While this isn’t the lifestyle Kirara would choose, it certainly makes her even more fascinated by humans, and the Tianquan in particular.

“Hmm, maybe Lady Ningguan really is a great youkai– no wait, adeptus?”  She mutters to herself.

Just then, the left of the two double doors swings open, jarring Kirara out of her speculation.  Her shock is exponentially greater to see the Tianquan herself.

“L-Lady Ningguang! You’re here!”  The starstruck girl exclaims before she can think of a proper greeting.  “I-I mean, of course you are, this is the Jade Chamber, I-I just thought you’d have, ya know…servants! For these sorts of… less important things, like answering the door…receiving packages…”

Seemingly unbothered by the delivery girl’s lapse in etiquette, the noble member of the Qixing remains as composed as ever.  

“I dismissed my secretaries for the day, so I could use the chamber for… personal purposes.”  She replies with a cool and commanding tone.  “And receiving this package is VERY important.”

Kirara laughs nervously, not knowing what to do with herself.  Being in Ningguang’s presence is almost a tangible sensation.  The powerful woman is tall and slender, with perfectly smooth porcelain skin.  Her long ivory-white hair falls all the way down her back to her knees.  This remarkably pale countenance serves to make her piercing sanguine eyes all the more striking.  Ningguang is standing in the doorway, one arm crossing her body and propping the other so her hand is near her chin.  Her posture is somewhat relaxed, but she still conveys an air of predominant poise, as beautiful as it is intimidating.  Kirara feels as though that blood-red gaze can effortlessly dissect her; like it can see right through her clothes and ruthlessly analyze her as if she were a business proposal put forth by one of her pawns.  The Inazuman courier starts feeling very uncomfortable beneath the invasive stare.  That overheated, achy feeling again.  Dread at what might happen to her, yet a breathless yearning for it to happen anyway.

Suddenly aware of the awkward silence, Kirara shakes herself out of her momentary stupor and stammers:

“Th-thank you for choosing Komaniya Express!  Here you go!”

Kirara bows and holds out the package with two hands for Ningguang to accept.  The Tianquan makes no move to grab it.

“Actually… this delivery is more so for someone else.”

Kirara’s heart drops in horror at the thought she made another mistake.  But how could she make such a mistake?  The dispatch said to deliver it to the Jade Chamber! How could it possibly not be for Ningguang?

“I-I-I’m so sorry!” Kirara exclaims, frantically looking over the package again.  “I could’ve sworn it was supposed to be delivered here!  I don’t know where I could’ve gone wrong–”

“Kirara.  Relax.”  Ningguang reassures.  “I said it wasn’t for me, not that it doesn’t go to the Jade Chamber.”

“Huh? What do you mean? And wait a second, how do you know my–”

Just then, the rightmost of the two front doors opens, revealing a certain Uncrowned Lord of the Ocean leaning against the doorframe.

“Hey.”  The newcomer greets simply.

“Wha– Wow–Uh– H-Hi Beidou!” Kirara stutters, flabbergasted.

Beidou grins a little and tilts her head thoughtfully.

“Hm, I think there should be a ‘captain’ in there somewhere?”

“Oh, right!  I-I’m sorry for the lack of formality, Captain Beidou!”  Kirara apologizes profusely.  “We’re not friends or anything, I’ve just watched you– I mean seen you on your ship… quite a few times.  Ha ha, you probably don’t remember me at all, and that’s OK–”

“Of course I remember you.”  Interjects Beidou.  “You’re the special delivery girl!”

Kirara’s head and tails perk up.  Beidou, captain of the Crux fleet and slayer of the sea monster Haishan, remembers her?  Kirara is again overwhelmed to be in the presence of another strong woman, though the atmospheres that surround them are different in many ways.  Beidou is just as tall as Ningguang, but much more solidly built and muscular.  Her skin is weathered from years at sea and much more tanned by the sun than the Tianquan’s.  Dark brown hair pinned back practically if not immaculately is also the direct opposite of the other woman’s.  Where their auras overlap is in their eyes.  Beidou’s left eye is covered by an eyepatch, but her right is a similar shade of red as Ningguang’s.  Both of the powerful women command respect, but while Ningguang’s energy indicates a calculating and ruthless mind and tongue, Beidou’s speaks of an indomitable confidence and uninhibited strength.  Standing at the focal point of both of these incredible ladies, Kirara feels very helpless and out of her element.  The best she can do is try to hand off her delivery, complete her job, and flee.

“Um, I guess this is for you.”  She murmurs and extends the box toward the captain.

“Please take it.  Please take it.  Please take it.”   The embattled delivery girl wishes silently.  So much has gone off the rails, but she’s so close to being free of this problem.  She can barely breathe, and she dares not meet the eyes of either of the attractive women in front of her for fear of losing control of her sensibilities.

After what felt to Kirara as an unreasonably long time, Beidou casually accepts the package.  Though the box only weighed a pound or two, it feels as though an enormous burden has been lifted from Kirara’s tired shoulders.  Almost immediately after parting with the parcel, she proceeds with her well-rehearsed lines.

“Thank you for choosing Komaniya Express!  If you are satisfied with my service with a smile, it would mean a lot to me if you could take the time to leave a five-star review!  Well, I’ll be off then–”

“Uh, Ning?”

Beidou’s words freeze Kirara in her tracks.  She also thought she caught a flash of a glance between the two Liyuie natives.  Her stomach twists back in knots at the thought that she might not be out of the woods yet.  Did they somehow notice that something wasn’t right with the item?  They haven’t even opened it yet, so what could the problem be?

The nekomata girl watches with nervous anticipation as Beidou tilts the top of the box to show Ningguang and the two exchange another look, before turning their burning gazes back to Kirara.  For the first time in her youkai life, she feels like she is the finch, and they are two very hungry predators preparing to pounce.

“Kirara.”  Ningguang sternly addresses, which causes Kirara’s heart to flip.  “Did you see what’s inside this package?”

“N-No!”  Kirara fibs.

However, her two tails wiggle spastically behind her.  However convincing her defense may be, she’s never been able to effectively lie her way out of a situation due to this obvious tell.  But the thought of confessing her failure at her job is nothing short of sickening, so she elects to just try and control her tails and hopes she won’t give herself away.

Ningguang’s fierce eyes narrow upon Kirara’s denial of the accusation.  She calmly gestures to the top of the box now in Beidou’s hands.

“Do you see the seal on top, here?  This is a very special seal, typically only used on legally binding contracts and other official documents.  It was developed by Liyue’s thaumaturges, and it isn’t meant to seal something closed, but rather, to indicate if something has been opened.  Untampered with, the seal depicts an eclipsed moon, representing the legal proceedings of the Jade Chamber.  If it’s been opened, it will instead depict a full moon.  Tell me, delivery girl, which do you see here?”

Hesitantly, Kirara comes closer and beholds the seal on the package.  Sure enough, it is a full moon.  She vaguely remembers the design was that of an eclipsed moon when she picked up the package to be delivered, but so much has happened since then that she wouldn’t have noticed anything was amiss.

“Um, I see a full moon.”  Kirara responds, her voice cracking as her adrenaline rushes.

“Do you remember what that means?“

“...That it’s been opened?”

“That’s right.  I just have one more question for you.”  Ningguang leans in only inches away from Kirara’s face as she speaks.  “ Are you a very bad girl who deserves to be punished?”

“Wha– No!”  The flustered girl exclaims, though her tails thrashing rhythmically behind her tell a different story.

The discombobulated messenger tries to take a step backward, but finds her way blocked by Beidou’s powerfully built body.  Her heart races like a trapped animal as she realizes she’s completely at their mercy.  She feels things she doesn’t understand; the terror that they could do whatever they wanted to punish her is somehow overpowered by inquisitiveness.  What would they do to her? And why is the voice that should be screaming to run, instead coaxing her to stay? She feels like she’s burning up, stuck between the two women, and she prays they will do something to soothe the aching she feels from her skin to her core.

Upon seeing that the nekomata is not struggling to escape, a devious smile comes to Ningguang’s lips.

“Ah, you’re curious aren’t you?”  She says accusingly.

Kirara shakes her head no, but her tails reveal this is not true.

“Yes, you’re curious about this mysterious object.”  Ningguang continues slowly yet teasingly.  “You can’t even hide your most sinful little impulses around it.  You’re just burning to know what it is, aren’t you?”

Kirara emphatically shakes her head again and rapidly refutes the charge.

“Nope! N-not at all! At Komaniya Express we value our customer’s privacy above all, and I’d n-never snoop into your affairs no matter how curious I might be!”

Ningguang creeps closer.  Kirara tries to back away, but she finds herself pressed against the soft breasts and solid abs of Beidou.  The Tianquan leans further forward, even closer to her face.  Kirara is close to hyperventilating.  She smells a citrusy, smokey fragrance from Ningguang.  She feels the delicate yet firm touch from Beidou.  She dares not look into the hypnotic red eyes directly before her, so she averts her gaze.  But the nervous anticipation is even more pronounced when she isn’t watching.  What is going to happen to her?

“If a customer opens a package right in front of you, you’re free to look, right?”  Ningguang says in a low tone.  “At that point, there’s nothing you can do about it…”

When Kirara looks again, Ningguang is holding the enigmatic device which she removed from the box.  She wouldn’t admit it, but it appears just as unremarkable as when she first lay eyes on it in the hold of the ship.  Its dark jade appearance contrasts with Ningguang’s mostly white color palette.  Its foot-long length and sizable girth look fairly out of place in her slender hands, but there seems to be nothing too special about this rod, and it is still not buzzing.

“This is a custom-made one-of-a-kind artifact I had commissioned from a great adeptus artisan.”  The Tainquan elaborates.  “It cost a great deal of mora to design, and it took many years of experimental trials to refine its effectiveness.”

Ningguang touches the rounded tip of the artifact to Kirara’s exposed midsection.  The jade feels cool against her skin, but otherwise seems to be mundane.

“This mystic adeptal artifice was designed for one particular purpose.”  As Ningguang speaks, she slowly and deliberately slides the rod down Kirara’s belly.  “It will automatically vibrate when it detects the presence of an extremely naughty, horny, lustful, insatiable little slut’s pussy.”

The moment the device reaches a certain point a few inches below Kirara’s navel, the adeptal runes engraved upon it glow to life and the whole rod begins vibrating fervently.  Kirara’s knees involuntarily buckle and her eyes tilt up behind her eyelids.  She would have certainly collapsed if not for Beidou’s arms effortlessly holding her up.  So strong…

Almost as soon as the vibration started, Ningguang lifts the device away from Kirara’s body and it stops.  With a gasp, Kirara’s cognition returns.  She felt momentarily lost in her animalistic instincts when that strange stimulation first hit.  The sensation was alien and overpowering, but for one unprecedented second, it felt like the first thing to scratch the itch which had been plaguing her for days.  This feeling and Ningguang’s salacious, unfamiliar words are all so new to her, and they leave her both frightened and exhilarated.  

“Hmm, you liked that , didn’t you?”   Ningguang croons.  “Do you want some more of that, kitty?”

Kirara frantically shakes her head no, but again her tails betray the truth.  Ningguang’s face falls to an unamused expression.

“I don’t like it when little girls lie to me.”  She says venomously, then lunges forward with the rod.

Owing to her cat-like escape ability, Kirara fleetly slips free of Beidou’s hold and skitters a few feet away toward the elevator.  She doesn’t entirely flee the situation, she’s too intrigued, but everything is happening so fast that she isn’t even sure of her own feelings.  The frantic beating of her heart isn’t at all helping her stay rational.  Her danger sense tells her to run.  Her legs tense and her nerves quicken as her brain tells her she is not the top of the food chain up here, and there’s no telling what those depraved ladies would do if they had their way with her.  And yet…

Something is keeping her close.  As much as Ningguang’s scourging words and Beidou’s crushing strength terrify her, she can’t understand why she craves them to the same extent she fears them.  Kirara feels like there’s static electricity running under her skin all the way out to her fingers and toes.  Tracing it back, this burning, tingling feeling seems to originate to that unquenchable smoldering deep inside her lower body.  She’s felt this way many times in the last week, but this is at least ten times stronger, and the harder her pulse pounds, the stronger the feeling.  Maybe the only way to release this built-up throbbing sensation is just like a static electric charge: by being touched? Or what about that baffling artefact? Could it be the key to freeing her from the suffering she’s experiencing?

Curiosity is what keeps her from fleeing.  She doesn’t understand everything they have done and said, but she’s vaguely aware of the entendre.  Kirara may be naive and unfamiliar with many human customs, but she isn’t so innocent she doesn’t know what sex is.  She even caught a glimpse of how people do it last time the Traveler was in Inazuma.  What she doesn’t know is why Ningguang and Beidou would act that way toward her.  They’re all girls, right?  Girls can’t mate with other girls, can they?  This perplexing, enticing, and somewhat nerve-wracking conundrum has her dying of curiosity.

Ultimately, Kirara can’t bring herself to deliberately put herself into a potentially dangerous situation.  Despite the tug-of-war between her mind and body, her survival instincts cannot be that easily suppressed.  Her mind formulates a plan to inch toward the plaustrite elevator while keeping her eyes on the Liyue women.

Ningguang, noticing Kirara’s hesitation and intent to retreat, produces a pad of paper and calligraphy pen.

“One-star review.”  She blatantly announces as her fancy pen meets the paper.

Kirara freezes in her tracks, a pleading look in her eyes.

The Tianquan continues speaking:  “Package arrived in less than the expected condition, and the courier wouldn’t stay to make it right.  Very disappointed.”

Ningguang taps her pen to her lips.

“Does that sound like a fair assessment of the situation, Beidou?”

Beidou crosses her arms.

“It’s a little harsh, but yeah, I’d say so.”

Her panic going into overdrive, Kirara helplessly looks back and forth between them.  Her composure is slipping as she realizes she has no way out, and she’s afraid they’ll see her cry.  She’s in an impossible position.  She knows they hold all the cards, and her fate is subject to their whim.  With running no longer an option, her last resort is to plead for a way to atone.

“W-w-what can I do to make it right? Please?”  She sputters.

Beidou smiles and looks to Ningguang.  The white-haired noble lady raises one eyebrow, but the rest of her face remains stern.

“Well… this item was only guaranteed if the box arrived unopened, hence the seal.  So if you truly want to take responsibility for your infraction, I suppose you’d have to stay to ensure the device still functions as intended.  If you can do that to our satisfaction, I’ll tear up this review and write you a more favorable one.”

Her spirits tentatively lifting, Kirara tries to stifle the tears forming in the corners of her eyes.  This is an uncharacteristically generous offer from a Qixing not exactly well-known for having a merciful streak.  She knows she is very fortunate to even have a chance at redemption from such a grievous offense, and she has no choice but to take the offer.  Her visceral apprehension for what punishment might come next is nothing compared to the sickening tragedy of losing her job

“I…I guess I can help…with that…” Kirara consents falteringly.

Before the nekomata can even react, Beidou grabs her with one hand and forcefully yanks her off her feet through the front door into the Jade Chamber.

Chapter 3 (curiosity fucked the cat)

The smell of incense and perfume provides texture and fragrance to the still air in the dimly-lit foyer.  All is silent aside from the muffled squeals of the girl on the menu.  Kirara isn’t able to take in the lavish interior of the mansion at all; her senses are completely occupied by the dominant women between whom she is sandwiched.  The squeezing, crushing, nibbling, rubbing, scratching, pinching from both sides overwhelm her faculties as they force her deeper into the abode, Beidou lifting her from behind so her toes barely touch the ground.  Ningguang presses against her from the front, assisting her partner in dragging their victim into her Chamber while stimulating her with her hands and lips.  

Remorse flutters through Kirara’s mind as she subconsciously realizes how all the rodents and birds she played with during her hunts must have felt.  That was before she was powerful enough to take human form, but now she can certainly empathize.

Kirara didn’t have any idea how sensitive her human body was.  But at each nip of her ears and the back of her neck, the resulting involuntary shudder nearly paralyses her.  And due to the unbreakable hold from behind, she’s powerless to resist the groping touch wandering all over her body from the front.  She can’t even distinguish who is responsible for each sensation.

“I’ve had my eye on you for a while now, my little Special Delivery Girl!”  Beidou’s husky voice whispers in her ear.

“You’re certainly as naive and vulnerable as Beidou described.”  Ningguang murmurs into her other ear, her hands still running all along her body.

“Why do you think the package was sent to Inazuma for ‘finishing touches’, just to be sent back to Liyue?”  Beidou asks.

“You fell right into our trap, you foolish kitten.”  Ningguang breathes threateningly.

“I insisted to Ningguang you’d be perfect.”

“A perfect toy to play with, at least until I get bored of you.”

As Ningguang says this, she holds Kirara’s chin in her palm.  Her index and middle fingers extend downward, putting light pressure on the major artery and vein in Kirara’s neck, while her ring and little fingers curl upward, the sharp metal claws on them delicately yet dangerously tickling Kirara’s cheek.  The submissive girl’s every heartbeat feels like an explosion as she is absolutely ensnared in Ningguang’s talons.  Then, the Tianquan tilts her head up with her hand, and ferociously kisses her.

Kirara is thunderstruck by the sudden intimate attack.  Unlike the gentle pecks she had observed being exchanged between lovers on the streets of human cities, this open mouthed smooch is powerful, passionate, and invasive.  So shocked was she that she put up no resistance to Ningguang’s tongue forcing its way past her lips.  The sensation of taste mingles with the experience for the first time, as Ningguang’s mouth tastes like smoky yet sweet incense, presumably from her pipe.  

Kirara moans into Ningguang when she feels the dominant lady’s thigh press between her legs against her crotch.  The long and aggressive kiss is broken by Ningguang’s cruel laughter and she repositions her lips directly by Kirara’s ear.

“I knew you’d be so fucking wet by now.  I’ve had countless deliveries to the Jade chamber, but I’ve never met a delivery girl as dirty and desperate as you.  You must be loving every second of this, you sinful slutty Inazuman whore.”

Now that it’s been brought to her attention, her panties are indeed moist.  Embarrassment and disorientation add to the overstimulation that sends the nekomata’s head reeling.  She thought she had good control over her human form, so how did she get wet down there without her even noticing?  Kirara’s mind is unable to dwell on this as Ningguang’s thigh rubs against her groin again; the sharp sensation silencing any meandering thoughts.  Kirara has no understanding of what she’s feeling or the meaning of most of Ningguang’s words.  All she knows is that they hold  her every bit as captive as Beidou’s mighty grasp.

Proving this point, Beidou’s hands suddenly clamp onto her shoulders.  Kirara had been so engrossed that she hadn’t even noticed she’d been released.  She’s suddenly jerked off her feet and roughly pinned down to a large fancy wooden desk.  Dazed, she finds herself looking up at the Captain of the Alcor, now almost completely disrobed.  Beidou must have taken advantage of Ningguang’s distraction to remove her sailor’s outfit and strap the unusual belt array from the box with the artifact around her waist. 

Beidou’s impressive physique is more apparent without garments to obscure it.  Her body shows more scars than expected, probably from battle, but her skin is still beautifully tanned.  The bulky musculature now visible also explains how she was able to so easily toss Kirara around like a ragdoll.  Kirara instinctively leans up to see if the ravishing Ningguang was also nude, but Beidou grabs her in a chokehold.  Kirara briefly struggles against her before realizing it was fruitless.  She’s exactly where they wanted her to be and there’s nothing she could do about it.  And from what she could see, the Tianquan is still clothed.

Ningguang leans close to Kirara’s face, straddling her body on the desk.  

“Do you want me to undress you?”  The Tianquan purrs condescendingly.  “Do you want to show me your cute, sexy little body?”

Light-headed from oxygen deprivation, Kirara still has enough resistance left to shake her head, but the thumping of her twitching tails against the wooden desk reveals her innermost inclinations.  Ningguang’s garnet eyes narrow and she disdainfully clucks her tongue.

“And to think, I was going to let you do this the easy way.”

Kirara is abruptly pinned back down to the desk.  She squirms frantically, but Beidou’s strong arms still hold her head and neck firmly so that all she can do is look up into the captain’s face.  A delicate, feather-like touch caresses her belly, starting at her navel and drifting upwards.  Suddenly, the touch turns sharp as a blade against her skin.  Kirara tries to cry out in pain, but all that comes out is a muffled moan into Beidou’s arm.  The cutting edge slides higher and higher, until the soft pop of slicing threads sends a jolt to Kirara’s heart.  Ningguang’s finger claws rend through the Inazuman’s top like a chef’s knife through sashimi.

“ Oh man, Chiiyori’s gonna kill me!”  She frets through the hazy swarm of sensation and deprivation.

Her breath comes in sharp gasps as Beidou won’t let her see what Ningguang is doing to her.  Every sensation has equal probability to be a gentle fingertip, a scraping metal edge, or a tear of her clothes.  Each touch is so deliberate, so masterfully placed and timed, that Kirara finds her body unconsciously anticipating and convulsing in rhythm as the conductor of sadomasochism makes her way downwards.  Kirara’s skin is sticky from sweat, but as she passively realizes, no blood.  Ningguang’s expertise in this profane art grants her perfect control over the depth of her cuts.  The cold razor claws never break the skin, but scratch just deep enough to leave a red mark and a few minutes of pain.  As much as they hurt at first, the subjugated girl finds herself mewling as she craves the next stinging red line etched across her body.

Kirara spasms in shock as her most sensitive skin is exposed to the air.  Ningguang at last snipped through Kirara’s panties and parted the tattered remains of her clothes to at last have full access to her prey.  Kirara’s feet push and slide against the desk while her hands clutch at Beidou’s forearm in a panicked reflexive response.  Her struggle is ineffectual, and Beidou’s voice assumes a tender consoling tone.

“Aw, you’ve never done this before, have you?  You poor thing.  Don’t you worry, we’ll show you everything.”  Beidou reassures.

The stark juxtaposition of Beidou’s pattern of kindly words and very rough touch with Ningguang’s degrading words and a surgical, delicate touch has Kirara’s brain all kinds of scrambled.  She can hardly even distinguish who’s responsible for what stimulation anymore.  Her confused thoughts are suddenly shattered by an earthquake of sensation, and she tenses into the arms holding her in reflexive response.  It takes her addled mind several beats to comprehend the source of that buzzing, thrumming feeling which shakes her to the core.  Ningguang must have pressed the artificed rod against her inner thigh and it started vibrating against her sensitive flesh.

Still prevented from seeing Ningguang’s actions, Kirara’s whole body involuntarily tenses whenever the vibrator contacts her, then relaxes when it’s removed.  Ningguang mercilessly teases her victim with the device, brushing it against Kirara’s thighs and pubic area while deliberately avoiding the most erogenous zones.  She utters derisive and degrading comments during this pernicious affair, but they do not even register as intelligible speech to Kirara.  That tantalizing tremor is almost pleasure, but it only serves to torture the poor nekomata.  It comes closer to relieving that indescribable internal burning than anything has to this point, yet it only stokes that feeling into an uncontrolled blaze.  Her insides itch and burn more than ever, begging to be touched, filled, stretched, anything .  Kirara has never been more desperate for anything in her life.  Her thoughts are murky and simple due to this animalistic need as well as the impeded bloodflow to her head.  She twists and flexes feverishly trying to make the vibration satisfy her pulsating, aching parts, but to no avail.  Then suddenly, the artifact lifts from her skin and Ningguang’s words cut through in a moment of clarity.

“Do you want me to make you feel better?”

Kirara’s heart beats uncountable times in the silent seconds that follow.  Up until this point, she had consistently denied Ningguang’s and Beidou’s questions.  Whether due to being confused, afraid, or reluctant, she had tried to decline every advance.  Ningguang saw straight through her, of course, and perhaps that’s how she ended up in this position.  But maybe, just maybe, these two women really do know how to fix what’s wrong with her.  Her survival instincts still warn of danger, but the relentless voice driving her to submit and surrender to the true desire of her heart and body has finally grown strong enough to drown any reason why not to.

Kirara slowly nods her head yes.

“Hmhmhm, good girl.”  Ningguang chuckles.  “That’s what I like to hear.  Tell me what you really want.”

With that, Ningguang slowly rolls the vibrating rod over Kirara’s pink pubic mound.

Static shocks shoot through Kirara’s body and instantaneously overload her mind.  She cries out a warbling wail into Beidou’s arm still covering her mouth.  The direct stimulation rocks every piece of her, injecting her with a pleasure she didn’t even know existed.  Her unfamiliarity with intimacy and even with her body in general makes this rush of dopamine all the more novel and mind-blowing.  Ningguang maneuvers the vibrator all around Kirara’s vulva, adeptly stimulating her clit from different angles and with vacillating pressure.  Kirara still is prevented from seeing what’s happening to her; all she can do is moan and flinch in reaction to every little touch.

Meanwhile, Beidou adjusts her grip to hold Kirara’s throat with one hand.  Then Kirara feels strong fingers grasp and squeeze her soft and sensitive breast.  Her back arches as she jolts with surprise and sensation, but there’s nowhere for her to go.  Beidou’s fingers sneak under the tatters of Kirara’s shirt to rub overtop the bumps of her nipples.  Kirara tries to twist and squirm, not knowing if she wants to move into or away from the two-fronted attack against her virgin body.

Kirara had no idea anything could feel like this.  As her heart pounds and her adrenaline pulses, every single sensation becomes stronger.  Every touch is connected and traces back to that frantic, desperate urge deep inside her core.  The soul-rattling vibration on her clitoris and the pinching, pulling, playing with her nipples send shockwaves to that spot, but nothing is quite scratching that itch.  She’s losing her mind.  Tears squeeze into her clenched eyes.  Intense pressure builds inside her, like she could burst at any second from the pleasure, but there’s no way to end it in reach.  

Then, while pushing the vibrator particularly hard against her, Ningguang slides one unclawed finger inside Kirara’s pussy.

The aggravated pressure which had been tormenting her finally explodes.  The moment she receives the internal stimulation in conjunction with the vibration, Kirara orgasms almost instantly.  Her fingers and toes grip the desk as her high pitched scream is muffled by Beidou’s arm across her face.  The immense buildup of pleasure releases in the form of a clear torrent of liquid that forcefully squirts all over Ningguang.

It happened so fast; one moment Ningguang touched her in an intimate, invasive way and the next she found herself hyperventilating and dazed, lights and stars blinding her vision, lying in her own puddle of pussy juice on the desk.  She should be appalled and humiliated at the mess she just made, but she’s too wiped out to even register the shameful faux pas she committed.   Judging by the air she gasps into her lungs, Beidou must’ve released her hold on her at some point and blood rushes back to her head.  The abuse and unforeseen climax has left her incapacitated and discombobulated, both mentally and physically.  

“It would seem I underestimated just how depraved and perverted you are.”  Ningguang chides, towering over her, her dress soaked with squirt.

That’s when she realized she messed up.  But when the Tianquan spoke, her hand covered her mouth and her voice contained a note of suppressed emotion.  Was she… trying not to laugh?  The strange mixed signals of fearsome words and a hidden smile confuse Kirara again.  The girl shakily attempts to get to her hands and knees, when Ningguang snaps her fingers and a geo construct forms on each wrist.  A second later, they smack together behind Kirara’s back and she falls forward on her face.

“Evidently you failed to learn your lesson, little brat.  But don’t you worry, we have plenty more punishment in store for you.”

Kirara’s heart pounds in nervous anticipation as Ningguang and Beidou switch places.  As they pass each other, Ningguang hands Beidou the powerful artifact.

“Captain, if you would.”

Beidou grins and fastens the device to the system of straps around her waist and crotch.

“Hey Ning,” Beidou points out.  “You’re soaked, you might wanna take that off.”

Ningguang sighs.

“Yes, I know.  How troublesome.”

Kirara’s eyes snap forward to where Ningguang is readying herself.  The stunning lady begins casually taking off one long black glove.  Then she leans in close to Kirara’s face.  The girl strains for whatever touch may come, rough or gentle, but none does.  Instead, Ningguang ties the silk full sleeve over Kirara’s eyes like a blindfold.

“Naughty foreigners don’t get to lay eyes on the body of the Tianquan.  Besides…”  Kirara shudders as Ningguang whispers into her ear.  “It’s more fun this way anyway…”

Kirara’s stomach lurches as she’s abruptly dragged backward to the other end of the desk.  Robbed of her vision and restrained by the geo cuffs, she’s completely helpless to fend off Beidou’s grip on her hips and legs.  Only her imagination can paint a picture of  what’s about to happen to her.  Devoid of sight, her other senses attune to every input.  She gasps as strong fingers indent her skin to move her into position.  Her ears perk as a weight settles on the wooden furniture only inches in front of her.  A carnal smell reminiscent of sweat and fish, yet mingled with woody and floral perfume, fills her nostrils.

A dainty but forceful hand lifts her chin, making her arc her back as her chest raises off the desk.  Then two fingers invade her mouth and pry it open.  Kirara barely even struggles as the digits press and squeeze her tongue, though she gags as they ram to the back of her throat.  A second later they slide out, covered in thick saliva.  

“Hm… you’ll do.”  Ningguang’s voice affirms.

Kirara is still choking and gasping when a hand grabs the back of her head and slams her down into the Tianquan’s awaiting womanhood.  With her arms clamped behind her back, her eyes blinded to her surroundings, and her head trapped by Ningguang’s soft thighs, Kirara has no choice but to taste her.  Ningguang’s skin is as smooth and luxurious as it looked.  Kirara’s mouth explores the springy flesh of her outer lips, which taste like glaze lilies and sandbearer incense mixed with sweat.  Ningguang coaxes her to keep going, though Kirara can’t make out the words because her ears are covered by Ningguang’s thighs.  She needs no encouragement, however.  With half of her senses cut off, she can only focus on what’s right in front of her.  Kirara clumsily kisses and sucks around Ningguang’s crotch until her tongue tastes the pungent sour honey of her slit.

Ningguang’s hips jolt and her fingers tighten their grip in Kirara’s hair.   Kirara again struggles to breathe as Ningguang clenches her head even harder to herself.  Her world is collapsing in; she can barely move or think or breathe and she can’t see or hear.  All she can do is lick and slurp the best she can.  She really loves the taste, but she loves getting to please her mistress even more.  

“You dirty, dirty girl… this is all you’ve been thinking about since you laid eyes on me, isn’t it?  To get between my legs like this and worship my cunt?”  Ningguang tries to maintain full composure, but her breath is heavy and her voice contains a shrill edge.  “If you’re a good girl and you make me cum, maybe I’ll take off your blindfold and let you see my opulent body!”

The submissive nekomata dives in with a thirsty fervor.  She wants to be a good girl.  She wants to do her job well.  She wants to be praised and demeaned, to be pleasured and punished, to be fully immersed in this intoxicating human ritual.

Her lower body reflexively flinches as the jade artifact probes her entrance.  She’d nearly forgotten Beidou was right behind her with the device attached around her waist!  A second later, the vibrating rod penetrates her.

Kirara screams into Ningguang’s pussy as her insides are displaced by the dildo sliding into her sheath.  But with her head held between slender thighs, her arms cuffed behind her back, and her hips locked in the mighty sailor’s grip, her body is completely vulnerable and defenseless to the plundering.  The finely crafted shaft only reaches a few inches into her, but its vibration aspect stimulates every nerve ending in her vagina.  

“That slid in really easily!”  Beidou laughs with genuine surprise and amusement.  “You’re so wet and ready, you’ve been needing this for a long time, haven’t you, you poor thing?”

The captain slowly pushes the strap-on another inch into her opening, prompting another feral moan.

“Well, you’re our special delivery girl now.  You’ll never have to suffer from another lonely dry spell like that ever again.”

With that, Beidou begins rhythmically driving the shaft deeper and deeper into Kirara’s pussy.  Kirara cries out at the anticipated pain.  However, the excruciating stretch is intense but bearable.  Every stimulation, mental and physical, has enabled her body to prepare for what it really wants.  Each thrust grinds against a new part of her she didn’t even know existed.  

Seeing that Kirara can take it, Beidou increases the power and speed of her movements.  Kirara’s moans reverberate into Ningguang’s pussy as she’s crushed between the brawny captain and the acrimonious lady.  The catgirl yelps as Beidou’s hips slap against her butt for the first time, but the ravishing of her innocence only continues to escalate.  She has no more say in the matter than helpless prey being feasted upon by two predators.  

“Yes… this is exactly where lustful girls like you belong!”  Ningguang derogates her.  “Restrained and getting a pounding from Beidou’s jade cock into my cunt!”

It’s true, this is exactly where she belongs.  For the first time since entering human society, Kirara forgets all about her job.  Her mind is empty of all the responsibilities and worries and embarrassments that have weighed her down.  The only thing left is the pleasure shaking her body.  

Beidou grips both of Kirara’s tails by the base with one hand and hammers her like never before.  At the same time, Ningguang’s nails dig into Kirara’s scalp as she rocks her hips against her face.  Kirara’s muffled screams crescendo with the intensity of the fucking.  She feels like she’s turning to a quivering jelly.  She’s no longer aware of how she is responding, or any comprehension of human language or even her own name.  Only the bestial urge to have her body used and bred remains.

The dildo is the perfect size and shape; expertly engineered with an exquisite knowledge of female anatomy to hit all the right places.  The design of the device, combined with Beidou’s ferocity and Ningguang’s manipulation, easily would have been enough to make Kirara orgasm.  But that tormenting, unceasing vibration from her entrance to her womb sends her spiraling in a storm of overstimulation to the point of comatose.  Sexual fluid spills copiously out of her and onto the decadent wooden furnishing.  Her legs tremble uncontrollably and wouldn’t support her on her knees if it weren’t for the vice-like grip holding her up.  She’d long since surrendered her futile struggle against the crashing waves of mind-crushing sensation, and her body is pummeled by peak after peak of climax.

The Liyue women fuck Kirara remorselessly, soaking up the pleasure in which they drowned their victim.  None of the trio knew how long the sexual tempest continued, before the tremoring of the artifact abruptly shuts off.  Beidou slows her pistoning to a halt.  

“That’ll do, Captain.”  Ningguang says with a small sigh.

Beidou gives her an inquisitive look, then gradually slides the strapon out of Kirara’s pussy while Ningguang stickily pulls away from the girl’s face.  A desperate gasp fills Kirara’s lungs at the shock from the void left by the dildo’s removal and finally having unobstructed airflow.  Frothed love nectar pours out of her and off the artifact onto the well-used desk.  When Beidou finally releases her hold on her tails and hips, Kirara collapses onto the hard wood and curls her legs in, mewling incoherently.  

The ever-present ache she had suffered from recently has been superseded by an entirely different feeling.  Her lower body thrums with aftershocks of the incredible pounding she received, and that unscratchable itch in her gut is finally satiated.  The scratches crisscrossing her skin don’t truly hurt, rather they burn with a pleasant reminder of the marks the women left on her.  

Her breath comes double-time, and her heartbeat even faster.  Her brain, however, still struggles to recall what universe she’s in.  In her groggy state of mind, she can only vaguely comprehend the words shared between her mistresses.

“The device has an auto-shutoff feature that turns off the vibration when the girl’s had enough.”  Ningguang elaborates.

“Ohhhh, gotcha.”  Beidou responds.  “That’s actually a really nice feature.  I wouldn’t want to accidentally give her more than she can handle.”

“Indeed.”  Ningguang states, running her finger along the shaft.

The Tianquan then snaps her fingers and dispels the geo constructs binding Kirara’s wrists.  She considers for a moment, then removes the blindfold from the girl’s eyes as well.  The nekomata makes no sudden moves with her freedom restored.  She’s so wiped out that she simply curls into a fetal position.

“Did she make you cum?”  Beidou asks after watching Kirara fondly for a few moments.

“Not quite.”  Ninguang says.  “No thanks to you.”

“Whaaaaat?”

“You were fucking her way too hard for her to do a proper job on me.”

“...I can’t find it in me to apologize.  Poor kid needed it bad.”

“I…trust you’re still available to assist me in rigorously testing the limits of Cloud Retainer’s latest model?”  Ningguang inquires in a low tone, lightly tracing Beidou’s shoulder muscles with her talons.

“Of course, my lady.”  Beidou takes her hand and kisses it tenderly.  “Just let me take care of something real quick.”

The Captain of the Alcor grabs a soft silk blanket from nearby and drapes it over Kirara’s body up to her shoulders.  She then sits on the desk next to her and pets her hair lovingly.

“You were a very good girl, and you did a very good job.  Ningguang doesn’t mean what she says.  That’s just her way of doing things.”

“Mm, Beidou? Please don’t be discussing proprietary secrets with our guests?”  Muses Ningguang.  “But…she did do very well, didn’t she?”

The lady of the Jade Chamber picks up a small sheet of parchment and scribbles something on it quickly with a magnificent plume pen.  Then she drops it in the air over Kirara’s unresponsive form.

“Come now, Captain.  You have a duty to fulfill.  And you’ll be recompensed handsomely, I assure you.”

Beidou laughs.

“I’m coming, love! I’m coming!”

As the two disappear into Ningguang’s bedroom, the paper she dropped flutters down and lands in front of Kirara’s face.  The extravagant cursive handwriting reads:

“5-Star rating.  It was a pleasure doing business with her.”

And is marked with the official Phoenix seal of the Jade Chamber.

Kirara deliriously yet contentedly hugs the blanket tighter around herself and passes out.

Epilogue

Over the past week or two, Kirara has felt more like her normal self.  Ever since that fateful delivery to the Jade Chamber, she’s been able to focus on her job and her daily life without any disturbing distractions.  That crazed part inside of her was finally satisfied.  Temporarily.

That burning feeling which clouds her mind and controls her body is creeping back in.  Part of her hoped that her life-changing experience with the ladies in Liyue would’ve cured her of this condition for good, but as soon as the soreness from the stretching and scratching she endured had worn off, the aching emptiness in her body returned stronger and sharper than ever.  Again, she finds her intrusive thoughts lingering on scandalous things she wants to do or have done to her.  Does everyone with a human form suffer from these curse-like symptoms?

She just has one delivery today, an innocuous-looking package for Yanshang Teahouse in Liyue, to try not to mess up.  Then she can get away for a while and try to keep herself from doing anything she might regret.

As the cat-tailed courier approaches Yanshang Teahouse, she spots three people sitting at a table on the second floor patio.  Three beautiful, tall women.  One with long white hair and an exquisite smoking pipe.  One with long dark brown hair and an eyepatch.  One with short dark blue hair and a fancy white jacket.  The exact moment she recognizes them is when they spot her from up high, and they leave their table to head into the “teahouse”, their gaze never leaving her until they disappear.

A realization occurs to Kirara accompanied by a dizzying dropping feeling in her stomach.  She slowly moves the box in her hands to a position in front of where her legs meet her hips. 

It vibrates.

Blood rushes to her face and to the special place between her legs as her suspicions are confirmed.

"I guess I really am their Special Delivery Girl..."