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Beidou is so much rougher when she’s drunk.
There’s rarely a time that Beidou doesn’t have booze on her breath. After all, there’s never a time where she doesn’t have a bottle in her hand, either. ‘It’s the way of the sea,’ she’d always say, a careless grin on her lips, like she cared not for the way of life lived on land. There’d been a time Ningguang turned her nose up to Beidou when she’d go to mesh their lips together, but as of late, she’s become used to Beidou’s taste (and she’d never admit it, but she loves it, too).
But when Beidou drinks. Really drinks. She’s less a woman and more of a bestial creature, not quite hilichurl but something far more primal in nature.
So when Beidou swaggers through Ningguang’s own bedroom door, the stink of alcohol not just on her lips but her whole body — Ningguang already feels a familiar tingle between her legs. Since when did the smell of liquor have this effect on me? But, elegant and prim and proper, Ningguang keeps up airs. She purses peachy-painted lips; so very coy, yet if Beidou was in her right mind enough to notice, she’d be able to see the knowing way in which Ningguang’s eyes were narrowed at the pirate captain.
“Don’t bother askin’ me how I got in here,” Beidou starts, her words clearly slurred. “Nearly charmed the panties off not just one but two of your little lady guards,” Beidou smirks, cocky. Beidou has always had a masculine air about her, something that Ningguang privately finds irresistible. “Might wanna get better security, if any handsome bastard can strut in here and gain access to your quarters.”
“They only allowed you through because they’re familiar with your presence,” Ningguang says steadily, even as Beidou approaches Ningguang’s grand bedplace with clear purpose.
“Yeah?” Beidou’s voice is husky, if not amused. In the blink of an eye, she’s crawling onto Ningguang’s bedsheets, laced with golden silk, palms making indents in the softness of the mattress as she crawls towards where Ningguang is prettily perched, like a treasure Beidou’s come to plunder. “They’re that used to having me here, huh?”
“They know that we’re—”
‘That we’re acquainted,’ Ningguang means to say, but she’s glad, so glad, that Beidou silences her with a harsh, hungry kiss. Under any other circumstance, she’d see to it that anyone who quieted Ningguang prematurely would later kneel to her. Yet when it’s Beidou, only when it’s Beidou, does Ningguang melt and yield.
Beidou’s hands grab at Ningguang’s body, soft and pliable underneath her. Their difference in build is clear, especially with their bodies pressed together. Strong but delicate is Ningguang’s, muscled and tough is Beidou’s. Ningguang reaches her hands, adorned with manicured nails, to grasp at Beidou’s biceps. Already undressed for the day, Ningguang is without her sleek black gloves; and without all those layers of pesky dress for Beidou to get her out of.
Their tongues brush together within their kiss, and then Beidou nips at her lower lip, pulling back with a crooked smile. Her single eye is unfocused, wild like the licks of a fire in the depths of her pupils. One of Beidou’s powerful hands grasps underneath Ningguang’s jaw and tilts her head to the side.
Ningguang exhales. “Beidou,” she says, and suddenly she realizes how ready she is.
Beidou leans in, leaves bites on Ningguang’s neck. She sucks the marks, then bites lower, lower, lower. “You gonna ask me to fuck you?” Beidou mutters hotly against Ningguang’s burning skin, tickled pleasantly by lovemarks. She’s sure some of them might be bleeding from the aggression of Beidou’s sharp teeth, yet she doesn’t care. No, Ningguang wants more, needs more. “Don’t worry. That’s just what I came here for. Couldn’t stop thinking about you back at the tavern,” Moving Ningguang’s night dress out of the way, Beidou bites at her shoulder. “Had to come here, had to taste you. Knew you’d be ready.”
“Yes,” Ningguang exhales, wanton and hot underneath her lover. She doesn’t even bother to resist Beidou, especially not as the pirate roughly gropes her breasts. On most other occasions, Beidou’s hands were so loving, almost worshipping as she caressed Ningguang’s body. But here and now, Beidou is simply desperate to feel each part of Ningguang that she can. “Take me. I’m yours, all yours,” she nearly pleads.
(Beidou won’t remember come morning, so it’s fine if she begs, isn’t it?)
Beidou tugs down the front of Ningguang’s sleepwear, wraps her warm mouth around a nipple and flicks her tongue against the rosy little peak. Ningguang keens, and Beidou moans like Ningguang’s pleasure is her own, guttural and deep. She reaches another hand to grope at Ningguang’s bare breast on the opposite side.
Usually, Beidou might peer up at Ningguang’s face to catch each of her expressions, but in this moment, the pirate instead quickly trails her nips down Ningguang’s stomach, pressing up the fabric in the way of her bare skin as she goes. Kiss, lick, bite; rinse and repeat over. The whole way down, Ningguang murmurs Beidou’s name, her core aching in wait.
Finally, Beidou reaches the place between Ningguang’s legs, so tender and ready for Beidou. Beidou grins, flits a finger right up against the thin fabric of Ningguang’s undergarments.
“Fuck. Can’t wait to devour you,” Beidou growls, sinking her teeth into the tenderness of Ningguang’s inner thigh, leaving maroon teeth marks there. If Ningguang were in her right mind, she’d remind Beidou not to leave so many marks on her, but Ningguang herself feels drunk on her lover. “You’re already so fuckin’ wet for me. Knew you were waiting for me to do this to you.”
Ningguang can’t exactly refute. The proof of her desire is right there for Beidou to sample.
All Ningguang can see from her angle, head resting upon her pillows, is a mess of wild black hair, far more unkempt than its usual state. She inhales silently through her nose when strong hands grab underneath her thighs, bracing her for the oncoming onslaught of pleasure.
Beidou removes Ningguang’s panties with her teeth. With her teeth!
“Beidou—” Ningguant gasps, throwing her head back, the ceiling spinning above her.
Ningguang’s muscles tense once she feels Beidou’s mouth against her. Beidou hurriedly laps at her cunt like a mutt in a human’s body, sloppily pleasing its master. Ningguang’s thighs tighten around Beidou’s shoulders, but Ningguang knows that Beidou is far beyond strong enough to handle whatever pressure may come.
Beidou is silent as she works at Ningguang’s center with her tongue, like she’s too focused to speak any further. Or too drunk, Ningguang manages to think at the back of her mind. With hands clenched into her sheets, Ningguang instead opts to thread her fingers through Beidou’s hair, clenching down hard.
Beidou moans as Ningguang’s fingers in her tangled hair pull at her scalp. ‘Beidou’s always been a bit of a masochist, hasn’t she?’ Ningguang thinks to herself amusedly before any sort of thought other than how good she feels is cut off by Beidou’s skilled tongue. Beidou’s tongue dips between her folds, against her entrance, before she circles back to her clit and sucks hard.
Ningguang moans, contorting her body. Beidou grips her thighs harder to keep her still, coming up for air to pant against her flush pussy. “Stay fuckin’ still for me, stay still for me,” she says shakily. “Good, that’s good, Ning…”
Beidou kisses Ningguang’s clit and Ningguang nearly screams.
It doesn’t take much longer for Ningguang to reach her climax. Her hips twitch as Beidou laps still at her entrance, and then, when the flat of her tongue comes back to Ningguang’s clit for that final time, she readily uncoils for her. All for her, all for Beidou; always.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Ningguang’s moans spill out of her like a rehearsed mantra, unfiltered, and the whole time, Beidou doesn’t stop licking her. She sucks, kisses, and toys with her, until Ningguang’s body goes completely limp from orgasm.
“Enough,” Ningguang shudders weakly as she shoves Beidou’s head. “That’s… that’s enough,” her voice is barely more than anything above that of a breathless pant.
With a final lick, Beidou lifts her head back up to finally look up in Ningguang’s direction. Ningguang, admittedly, feels like she could cum again just from the sight of her lover between her legs. Beidou’s cheeks are flushed a gentle red, her lips completely wet and sticky from Ningguang’s juices.
“Mmf,” Beidou mutters, kissing the top of Ningguang’s thigh. “You’re perfect.”
It’s funny how she can be sweet in the afterglow, even in this state.
“And you’re drunk,” Ningguang quips back, still slightly breathless.
“Don’t gotta remind me. Head is spinning. Probably ‘cause you were squeezing me so damn hard.”
“And who’s fault is that? You’re the one who bypassed the palace guards and stormed in here like a rogue to take me."
Beidou drunkenly grins, ignoring Ningguang’s ‘complaints.’ “So, can I crash here tonight? If I leave this room, I don’t think I’ll ever make it back to my ship.”
Ningguang can’t help but return Beidou’s smile.
“That’s quite fine, my Beidou."