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Something about the summer left Shen Qingqiu’s inhibitions at the door. The humidity made sweat pool at the base of Luo Binghe’s spine, the nape of her neck, her hands clammy as she gripped the broom handle. She would watch Shen Qingqiu like a hawk in any other season, but the summer in particular left her high strung, overstimulated, and restless.
Previous summers, She Qingqiu would hole herself up in her bamboo house with all the windows and doors thrown wide open for a crossbreeze, her robes thin and gauzy, but modest, and her fan fluttering just a tad faster. The humidity didn’t make her silky hair frizzy like Luo Binghe’s, nor did a drop of sweat glean from her temple. She was cool, instead of her usual coldness, and made it obvious the heat didn’t bother her like the rest of her peers. Immortals of her level tended to feel the harsh changes of weather much less severely, more of a nuisance than anything.
It was the summer after her qi deviation, with the sudden change of her personality, was there a change in her habits. She still threw her windows and doors wide open and fanned herself a little faster during those indoor afternoon classes. But when she was back at her home, she stripped down her robes to near improper and would lounge on her back private porch away from prying eyes with her robes falling off her shoulders and it hiked inappropriately high up her leg to reveal the long length of the pale limb.
She would glisten in the dappled sunlight, eyes closed as she took in the sweet smelling breeze that carried its extra touch of warmth. Her hair would be twisted atop her head where the baby hairs would stick to the nape of her bare neck. The Without a Cure did a number on her immune system and cultivation as a whole, perhaps the heat getting to her more than it usually did. It made her do crazy things like kick out her legs over the patio step and suckle on each bite of cool osmanthus jelly.
Luo Binghe’s eyes would always trail down the length of her creamy chest where the folds of her slouched robes sat lazily atop the swell of her delicate bosom. They were easily pressed flat with the dainty strings of her dudou. Two sweet mounds, barely more than a palm full. She wanted to cup them in her hands like precious treasure. She would melt down her body to the line of her cinched waist, to the exposed slit of her robes that left barely any thigh left to the imagination and the secrets that laid beyond the wispy creases.
Luo Binghe liked working close to her when she was like this, unabashedly displayed while nibbling on cold fruit and reading books. There was a chime on her porch that would laugh with the rustle of leaves, the song of peace that hypnotized Luo Binghe with the sight of her skin.
Tantalized, aroused, she would do nothing but stare when Shen Qingqiu was not looking, drinking her in like a parched man crawling through the desert. Her throat was dry, her hands clammy as she swept debris off the pathway that curled through the small garden. The warm breeze coming through the bamboo trees soothed her burning nerves.
By then, she had seen them once before in their glory. She knew they were only barely bigger than they seemed but in the night when the Skinner had tied them up and only stripped Shen Qingqiu of her dignity. The strings of her dudou had been torn and the tops of her thing under robes had been yanked from her shoulders, pooling around her elbows while her wrists were bound.
Luo Binghe had unabashedly stared at her bar chest. There was nothing holding it together, just two little dumplings with cherry nipples, pebbled in the cold air. Ning Yingying had been crying too much at her side to notice, or she had and chose to be proper and keep her eyes away. Shen Qingqiu, bowed forward with her hair a curtain around her body, her chest slowly rising and falling from her deep unconsciousness.
Luo Binghe should have been thinking of ways to get them out but she was so caught up by the slope of her shoulders, the jut of her collarbones, the soft swell of her bared chest, she couldn’t think of anything more than tugging on those little cherries with her teeth, biting into the soft fruit of her flesh to taste its sweetness. There was almost nothing to grab, enough to push her palms over them to roll underneath her hands. Is Shen Qingqiu sensitive? Will she squirm and moan with some playful teasing? Will she arch into a scream when teeth tug at her tender buds?
Years down the line, in marriage, Luo Binghe is faced with a familiar problem.
She’s stuck frozen on the porch. The lake outside their home had a zig-zag bridge with a pergola for them to relax under. The water dazzled off the surface, the wind a little chilly. High stalks of lotus blooming pink and waving brightly in their beds of green. Shen Qingqiu was perched on the edge of the pier, her slippers set aside behind her and skirts hiked up over her knees to dip her feet in the water. An umbrella was perched on her bare shoulders where the nearly transparent pale green ruqun had slipped down, revealing the pinked expanse of skin and the twin pale green straps of her dudou. Her hair was piled high, pinned and tied tightly into place. She looked out over the water under the shade of the paper umbrella, fanning herself gently. Her dangly earrings winked at Luo Binghe in the sunlight, swinging in the breeze.
Luo Binghe stumbled down the slope to the shore. She didn’t step on the pier for a moment, her head full of cotton and boiling out of her ears. Shen Qingqiu was slouched forward, just enough to be comfortable and for the robes to slip down her front and reveal the pressed swell of her chest, just a little morsel. Just enough to see how they were wrapped tight to her chest and fought for breath. Luo Binghe shivered. She swallowed.
In her youth, all she could do was gaze with longing, hunger, could only think hazily of swooping in to finally take a bite of those sweet little breasts, press her palm between her thighs and make her rut into her fingers until she was gasping, glistening with sweat, unraveling before Luo Binghe’s eyes.
Now, she let the rush of heat swell untampered in her core. Shen Qingqiu was her wife and by the heavens she was going to make those buzzing, summer fantasies of youth come to life.
“Shizun,” she called sweetly. Her steps had been quiet, but the boards of the bridge still protested underfoot, announcing her presence before she had called her name.
Shen Qingqiu turned to greet her with a smile. She made no move to adjust her fallen sleeves. Water glistened on the breadth of her breasts, sprinkling the hems of her robes and staining the pale gossamer fabric with shadows. She was idly dragging her toes in the water scaring away the fish with every splash. “Binghe, come sit with me. The sun feels lovely.”
“But you’re shaded in your umbrella,” she teased, kicking off her boots and hiking up her robes just like Shen Qingqiu, sticking her feet in the cool water. It did feel nice with the breeze brushing away the worst of the sun pressing on her skin. Shen Qingqiu shifted, moving the umbrella to her other shoulder to shield Luo Binghe from the sun.
“I can still feel it on my legs. See?” Shen Qingqiu lifted her legs straight in front of her, the skin tinged pink up to her thighs where they disappeared in the wrinkled layers of her robes. She almost glowed in the sun. She dropped her feet back in the water with a careless splash. Luo Binghe’s mouth was parched.
“You used to strip down unabashedly in the summer like this,” Luo Binghe hummed, leaning into her. They were both running hot from the heat, the humidity making her skin a little too sticky for comfort. She could see the hair stuck to the nape of her neck. She blew a breath against Shen Qingqiu’s damp skin, watching her shiver.
“Hey!” Shen Qingqiu kicked up water onto her legs. “Does it matter about decorum if I’m in the privacy of my home? It was only you who ever saw me like that.”
“This one doesn’t think so. We had visitors often, always dropping by unannounced. Anyone could have seen you.”
“Hm, I don’t think they did. They would have had to come around the back through my bamboo grove. Anyone with a sense of decorum would have knocked on the front door.” Shen Qingqiu went back to kicking her feet through the water, throwing up arcs of rainbows and dazzling droplets burnt bright by the white-light sun. The lake refracted so much light it made it hard to see the other shoreline.
“I wouldn’t have let them get away if they did,” Luo Binghe agreed. The water was so warm it made Luo Binghe want to strip down to nothing and jump in.
Shen Qingqiu seemed to agree, eyeing the warm water and slowly scooting closer to the edge, sticking more of her legs into the lake.
Luo Binghe couldn’t help herself. She plucked the umbrella from her hands and pushed her into the water. Shen Qingqiu fell with a yelp, gasping as she quickly stood up in the shallow shores, only reaching her hips. Her robes were more wet than dry, hanging heavily off her frame. Sparkling droplets of water slid down her bare skin, caught in the crevice of her breasts.
“Binghe!” She was laughing, shouldering off her heavy robes and fighting the knots at her waist to free herself. She had her fan folded up and smacked her a few times across the knee before tossing it up onto the deck. Luo Binghe threw the umbrella aside and leapt to her feet, running back down the dock with a cackling laugh before darting back around, shucking her upper layers and throwing herself into the air over Shen Qingqiu’s head. She fell into the water, knocking into a few stray lotus leaves and sinking straight to the bottom. Sound was muffled down here, only an echo in her eardrums, the roots of the lotus long teathers arching for the sun.
She could see Shen Qingqiu not far from her, pale skirts floating in the dappled light around her legs, caught between her thighs and swirling like clouds. The clay lake bottom gave way underfoot as she kicked toward her swimming swiftly back over to grab Shen Qingqiu’s hips and pull herself to the surface with a rush of air and light.
Shen Qingqiu was laughing, making the most adorable little giggles caught between squeals. They were these little sounds Luo Binghe didn’t know she could make until she married her. She pushed back Luo Binghe’s wet hair. The sun haloed her, clear eyes shining so bright, and her skin positively dazzling from the water. Luo Binghe’s breath was stolen from her chest.
“If it was any other day I would have to reprimand you for doing that! You’re lucky the water is so nice right now!” Shen Qingqiu pinched Luo Binghe’s cheeks.
“So’y ‘izun.” Luo Binghe tried to apologize with her cheeks being pushed and pulled. Shen Qingqiu was laughing at the ridiculousness of it all and dove to the side, swimming away with elegant strokes. Her robes floated like the fins of a fish, a ningyo with the pearly tears glittering on her cheeks. Luo Binghe went after her, not daring to speed up to ruin her leisurely laughter.
Her skirts would hike up in their play, tangling around her legs and the stalks of lotus waving above their heads. She wrestled herself out of her robes down to her dudou. Luo Binghe was already tugging at the wet knots on her back and yanking the thing off her to continue their play. The bare lines of her wet back, half submerged in the water and her shoulders rolling with laughter. Her hairpiece had been knocked askew but held firm. She forgot to take off her earrings but they looked so pretty glittering by her neck Luo Binghe vowed to be careful with her.
Shen Qingqiu turned, all gasping smiles with the loose pieces of her hair that looped into her bun stuck to her temples. Her bare chest was flushed red rising and falling heavily with her panting breaths, the little mounds barely shadows in the burning bright sun.
Luo Binghe reached forward, eyes trailing down the length of her slender waist, her soft hips, the little thatch of dark curls between her thighs. Shen Qingqiu was already kicking herself away and swimming with open laughter, her visage lost in the tumultuous water and lotus leaves. Luo Binghe chased her, catching glimpses of her skin through their play. Shen Qingqiu would swim away, splashing the whole while, and diving out of reach just to pop out of the water and splash Luo Binghe. She bubbled with laughter, choking on stray droplets and eyes trailing down, down.
When she caught Shen Qingqiu, she could not let her escape. She hoisted Shen Qingqiu out of the water and brought her breast to her tongue. Shen Qingqiu squirmed, squealing breathlessly and scrambling for purchase on Luo Binghe’s head. She twisted her drenched, matted her around her fingers, pushed her chest into her touch.
Luo Binghe squeezed her waist, dragging her easily into her lap and rolling to the shallows where the clay and silt gave away to rocks. She brought Shen Qingqiu’s thigh between her own and pressed their cores close. Everything was slick, the slide of her skin under water sent a shiver up Luo Binghe’s spine. Shen Qingqiu’s giggles had turned to gasping pants, still breathless from their play.
Intoxicated, Luo Binghe dragged her lips and tongue up her breast, tasting the cherry sweet nipple with her teeth. It elicited a sharp cry from Shen Qingqiu. She was shivering in Luo Binghe’s hands, her thighs flexing and twitching as she squeezed her legs tight. Luo Binghe could feel Shen Qingqiu’s core fluttering against her skin. She kissed upward, suckling her collarbones and dragging her tongue along the length of her neck just to leave biting kisses under her jaw just shy of her ear.
Shen Qingqiu was putty in her hands, her fingers tangled in her hair and rocking into her. Luo Binghe pulled her away only to drag her down into an open mouthed kiss. Shen Qingqiu melted, a shiver running down her spine. Luo Binghe released her breast to trail her fingers down to her curls. They parted easily in the water, her fingers dragging back toward her taint then slowly, deeply pressing her palm into her little pink pearl and dragging her hand upward, letting her fingers get caught in the shape of her hole, the folds of her cunt, the tender little pearl that made her cry.
A choked out moan tumbled through their kiss. Shen Qingqiu arched after her hand, chasing her fingers as they dragged upward back to her breast to pinch the oversentitive nipple.
She had been right in her wonderings. Shen Qingqiu’s chest and thighs were especially sensitive. She curled into Luo Binghe’s touch, shivering and twitching.
“B-Binghe!” Shen Qingqiu finally cried out her name as Luo Binghe licked a trail of kisses back down to her chest. “What—what brought this on?”
“Teased me with your tantalizing body, Shizun. You must forgive this depraved wife for losing herself,” Luo Binghe hummed into her skin. “What about poor me? You left me no choice but to pounce.”
Shen Qingqiu groaned. “Of course. I should have expected this.”
“Right you should have.” Luo Binghe hoisted her out of the water, tucking her squeals away in that special place in her heart, and pulled her up to the dock.
“At least take me back to the house,” Shen Qingqiu gasped. Water sluiced down her body in rivulets, her hair almost completely wet with her little earrings dripping water on her shoulders. She half sat up atop her tangle of wet clothes. Her slippers were the only thing that remained dry, sitting neatly a little further down the dock away from their antics.
“As you wish.” Luo Binghe hoisted her up into her arms and half-ran back to the little bamboo house tucked in the shade of their grove on the shores of the lake. The sweet jasmine and hydrangea had burst to life around their little home in an array of bright blooms. Luo Binghe noted to go pick another brush of hydrangea for the vase on their dining table later.
Shen Qingqiu did not make a peep about being carried, perhaps because she really didn’t feel like walking barefoot back up the grassy hill. When they entered the house, Luo Binghe had half a mind to just throw Shen Qingqiu on the chaise lounge and take her then and there, but Shen Qingqiu was already wiggling out of her arms. She dropped gracefully to her feet and tugged Luo Binghe’s hand to follow her down the narrow hall to their bedroom. She followed like a puppy on a leash, her core clenching in anticipation.
They didn’t bother kicking the door shut, nor the window and its drapes. They were alone out this far at a remote lake, only having two visitors in the years they’ve been here and only one was on accident. They never had to worry about unexpected visitors here, unlike Qing Jing Peak and the Underground Palace. This was their sanctuary. The warm summer breeze filtered through its bright light, fluttering the curtains around the window and bed. Their wind chimes sang out of sight. The quiet, without the background hum of nearby people, left Luo Binghe able to fully indulge in the little pleasures of her wife, her marriage, and her home.
Luo Binghe only had eyes for her wife. She descended down onto her, taking one perfect spoonful of breast into her mouth and yanking the other between mean fingers. Shen Qingqiu yelped, falling back but arching into her hold. Right now she wanted nothing more than to lay her love out on those sweet breasts until Shen Qingqiu cried.
“Touch yourself,” Luo Binghe growled between biting kisses. The nipples under her tongue were swollen, oversensitive. Shen Qingqiu shivered at the command, the cold air on her breast, but complied. Luo Binghe pushed the twin breasts between her palms, rolling them up and around, feeling how they moved against the muscles underneath. Shen Qingqiu’s hand moved down to the crease between her thighs under Luo Binghe’s heated eyes, those elegant fingers slipping into the slick curls and rubbing little sensitive circles. It was more than enough, her hips twitching into her hands, thighs quivering around Luo Binghe’s hips. She couldn’t clamp them shut as they did when she got embarrassed, overwhelmed. The best is when she squeezed Luo Binghe’s head as she ate her meal.
“Can I fuck you?” Luo Binghe moaned, moving to the other breast with a drag of her lips in the shallow valley between its knolls. The other nipple needed her attention.
Shen Qingqiu shivered underneath her, her breath hitching. Her hand moved faster between her legs, the wet sound of her slick making Luo Binghe’s core clench and flutter. The only reason Shen Qingqiu’s cunt had barely been touched was only because she was busy laying the much needed attention her sweet breasts deserved. Fucking her on her cock sounded like the best of both worlds.
“The big one, with the ridges. The one that made you cry and squirt until you pass out,” Luo Binghe suggested breathlessly, helplessly rolling her hips up to meet Shen Qingqiu’s hand that desperately rubbed at her cunt. That wouldn’t do. She needed to be ready if Luo Binghe was going to keep holding her boobs and making her come over and over.
Shen Qingqiu slapped her shoulder with the hand that had been desperately grabbing at the bedding over her head. She made this adorable, aghast little sound. Luo Binghe gave her a teasing smile before taking the sweet cherry on her breast between her teeth and tugging. Shen Qingqiu’s eyes rolled back, writhing under the electric shocks coursing through her.
Luo Binghe pulled her hand away from her cunt and pressed her own swollen cunt to her dripping wet heat. The sparks of pleasure of when her clit hit Shen Qinqgqiu just right, the matching shuttering gasps, it all drove Luo Binghe wild.
Her skin was still pink and damp from the sun and water, her hair wet and curling around her temples and behind her ears. She looked at Luo Binghe with those glittering, dark eyes. Always so silent in bed, the little gasps and moans treats meant for Luo Binghe to tuck away in a safe place and hoard like little trinkets. Rarely did she speak, overwhelmed with her pleasure she was left with hitched gasps, soft cries, whispered “yes ”’s and of course, her name.
“Touch your breasts, rub them for me, make yourself feel good. Just for now but I’ll be back” Luo Binghe reluctantly released her hold on her burning hot breasts to grab Shen Qingqiu’s wrists, dragging her hands up to cup her perfect mounds. Luo Binghe was hit with such a startling wave of arousal at the sight of Shen Qingqiu’s arched chest, her slender hands clenching her chest hard enough the little fat she had was pressed into plush little curves caved under her palms. Her lips were glistening and red, opened to let her tongue dart out to lick her lower lip. Her eyes were heady, deep, the clear color lost in her blown out pupils while her cheeks were dusted with drying droplets of water and pink.
Luo Binghe didn’t peel her eyes off her as she plunged two fingers into Shen Qingqiu’s hot cunt. It pulsed around her, her thumb pressing firmly into the little pink pearl between her lips to pull a gasping cry from Shen Qingqiu. She curled into herself, spine bowing with pleasure. Her hips rocked up into Luo Binghe’s relentless fingers, pushing a third in without warning. Shen Qingqiu choked out a moan, her hands stroking over her small breasts, feeling the softness under her palm and catching her nipples between her fingers.
She fucked her harder, her hips arching upward and lifting from the bed. Luo Binghe took full advantage of the angle to bury her pinky deep into her hot, pulsing cunt and stroked her thumb over her tender spots. She pressed a hot kiss on her clit, suckling the little button between her teeth.
Shen Qingqiu’s sob morphed into a moan yanked from her core as her body shuddered, tensing and convulsing under Luo Binghe’s fingers and tongue. She held her hips up as Shen Qingqiu’s orgasm rocked through her, her walls twitching and clenching around her fingers, sucking her deeper. Musky, bitter liquid dribbled into her mouth, bubbling from Shen Qingqius core and pulled out in wet sloshes from her fingers. It took a moment for her high to finally mellow, her body sinking limp into the bed, her head lolling to the side but her cunt and thighs still twitching. Her hands were still massaging her chest, gentle little kneads like a cat.
Luo Binghe slowly pushed her fingers in and out, drawing out the pleasure a little longer and calming her from the intensity. When she fully removed her hand, she licked a long line down her cunt to swallow her taste. Shen Qingqiu’s breath hitched, her thighs and hips twitched weakly.
Reluctantly, Luo Binghe stepped away to the cabinet across the room, walking slowly backward to keep her eyes on Shen Qingqiu spread out with her lower lips wide open and sopping wet, still twitching, still gasping. Luo Binghe turned to open the cabinet, opening a lower drawer where their bedtime toys resided. She pulled the harness fashioned from sturdy silk and a jade green ring mounted on its front. Luo Binghe stepped into the leg holes, adjusting it to fit her hips. The ring sat snuggly on the swell of her mound, perfect centered to allow the faux pillar to rub into her clit as she fucked Shen Qingqiu. She fitted the wooden cock into the ring, its surface glazed and carved with intricate curls along its top and bottom to give it an uneven texture that drove Shen Qingqiu insane whether she was taking it from the front or the back.
Luo Binghe would know. She has taken this into her own cunt and rear innumerable times, several times enough to make her come so hard she fainted. Shen Qingqiu had actually never pass out on this particular dildo, that was all Luo Binghe.
She turned, a smirk on her lips. Shen Qingqiu had climbed up to lay properly by the head of the bed, one hand slowly squeezing her breast and the other lightly tracing the outskirts of her lower lips. Her eyes obviously trailed down Luo Binghe’s figure— her swan neck, the onyx and garnet necklace that dipped its crimson red point between her breasts, the generous mountains she had been bestowed with sensitive pink nipples, the hourglass of her strong waist and wide hips, her perfect cunt, the swell of her thighs. The band of the strap accentuated the arch of her high hips, the length her thighs. She climbed into the bed like the predator she was, hips swaying and her damp hair, pulled back in a high ponytail, curled from the humidity draped down her back like a faux cloak.
Shen Qingqiu obviously relaxed as she approached, her jaw flexing but her eyes on Luo Binghe’s breasts and the cock between her thighs. Luo Binghe kissed her cunt in welcome, laying more licks and bites up her mount, her pelvis, tracing her waist with slow hands and hot tongue, taking a nipple between her lips to cherish. She could feel the bulbous head of her cock bumping into her pussy, eliciting a sharp gasp from Shen Qingqiu.
Luo Binghe released her nipple long enough to grin, all teeth and devilish mischief. Without warning, she guided the cock to her entrance and pushed. She pressed over halfway down before pulling out, setting a steady pace that slowly drove deeper, harder, angling her hips to drag the ridges upward. Shen Qingqiu writhed, hand on her tender breast, the other gripping the bedding below her. Her head tossed back, chest heaving with her panting breath.
Luo Binghe couldn’t help but be jealous of that hand on her breasts. She gripped Shen Qingqiu’s hips for support, to drive her bodily into her cock. She lost some friction trying to pinch her free nipple, yanking Shen Qingqiu into an arch with a screech.
Besides all her little noises pushed out from her core with each thrust, the gasping moans, the bitten back calls of her name, Luo Binghe did her utmost diligence to make her wife feel so good it drove her insane. But she eyed her tender little breasts, swollen from its abuse.
She must have read the desire written plainly across her face. Shen Qingqiu pushed herself up, Luo Binghe slowing to see her struggle to support herself, wrapping her thighs flush around Luo Binghe’s hips. Shen Qingqiu’s chest heaved from the exertion, flushed with arousal. Her pin somehow stayed firmly in place but her intricate twist had turned frizzy and mused. It would take completely unraveling her hair, combing it out, and redoing it to properly fix.
Luo Binghe was so caught up with staring at her beautiful, ravished wife, she rolled over easily when She Qingqiu’s gentle squeeze of her thighs turned into a clamp and flipped her over onto her back. Luo Binghe laid wide eyed, stunned, her wife situating herself to straddle her hips, adjusting the cock to nestle perfectly into her swollen cunt.
Like this, perched on her lap, her breasts fell naturally, showcasing their true shape of little perfect dumplings with its cherry-red tip.
Shen Qingqiu gave an experimental roll to her hips, holding herself up by her shaking legs and her palms pressed flat to Luo Binghe’s sternum. She gave her that look, the one when she was her Shizun, when she was the one taking Luo Binghe’s hand and leading her. She was showing that despite it all, she still had control of the situation and can flip the roles whenever she pleased.
Luo Binghe would pant after her like a dog in heat, roll over, and play dead if that’s what she wanted. Luo Binghe’s hip bucked seeing that glint in her eye, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip, the line of her straight back that pushed her chest forward, the swell undeniable and it made Luo Binghe drip.
“This way you can play all you want.” Shen Qingqiu tugged Luo Binghe’s hands up to cup her breasts. She rolled them under her palms, feeling the tackiness of her skin and the sensitive nipple crushed under her callouses. Shen Qingqiu inhaled deeply, lifted herself halfway off her cock, and fucked herself downward.
The cock was driven hard into Luo Binghe’s oversensitive cunt, already swollen and desperate. It ground into her, digging into her own little flushed pearl that left her nerves alight and her legs quaking. Shen Qingqiu was driving herself on the cock, fucking herself hard enough to make her breasts bounce so enticingly, framed by the shape of Luo Binghe’s hands to watch them bounce and roll, heave under her panting breath.
Luo Binghe was going insane. She kicked out her legs, curling into herself as pleasure rocked her core and sent lightning through her limbs. She grasped Shen Qingqiu’s perfect little chest, rubbed the tender breasts under her palms against her rocking movements. Then she yanked those tender little nipples. Hard.
Shen Qingqiu shrieked, throwing her head back as her body shuddered under the shock of pain. She kept rolling her hips, faster and uncoordinated. Luo Binghe kept pinching, pulling, scratching at her breasts, marking them as hers. She drank in her cries and moans, sounds pulled from her chest as she abused the delicate flesh under her palms, red lines and darkening bruises already swelling.
“Touch yourself. I want to see you come,” Luo Binghe demanded. Shen Qingqiu looked at her with those clouded, wet eyes and dragged her hand down the length of her abdomen to the thatch of curls that squelched wetly. She found her clit and rubbed tight, hard, circles that kept losing its rhythm as she climbed higher to the precipice.
Luo Binghe’s orgasm came without her realizing it was here. With Shen Qingqiu on top of her, dissolving into wet moans and losing herself in her uneven thrusts. Her vision flickered momentarily, lost in the pleasure and shivering from the sparks igniting her nerves. When the rocking waves calmed, she found Shen Qingqiu panting above her with a know-it-all smile on her cheeks, grinding her hips in slow circles on her cock. Her breasts were so swollen, red and bitten to the point of bruising. She was touching herself slowly, matching her pace but certainly not about to come again.
That look on her face fired Luo Binghe up again, determined to turn that cheeky smile to shivering moans and cries. It took a lot to get a proper scream from her but she was determined to fuck one out of her now.
Luo Binghe rolled over, taking Shen Qingqiu with her, and pushed her over to the foot of the bed. Shen Qingqiu complied easily, crawling over with her guided hand to the bed frame of intricately carved wood.
“Hold onto the frame, yes, like that, my love,” Luo Binghe cooed, guiding Shen Qingqiu to hold onto the wood. The curve of her bared back, her hair still tight atop her head with its elegant twists and braids Luo Binghe had spent so much time doing up this morning admired her handiwork from the back. Despite the dip in the lake and the sex, her little dangling hair pin still jingled sweetly and her dainty earring glinted in the patches of sunlight filtering in through their tall windows, dappled by the trees barring their home from the world. The length of her elegant neck, pink from the sun and exertion, and the long line of her back that moved with an undeniable strength under her smooth skin. There was a beauty mark on her shoulder blade. Luo Binghe bent down to kiss it.
Shen Qingqiu peaked over her shoulder, lips swollen and her eyes heady and dark. Without prompt, she parted her legs.
Luo Binghe balanced behind her, the faux cock dragged between her legs up the length of her cunt. She shivered, arching backward to follow the length. Luo Binghe pressed a line of deep kisses on the side of her neck, wrapping an arm around her chest to hold her breast in her palm while she guided the cock back into her wet heat.
Shen Qingqiu shivered, gasped as the cock slipped back inside easily at a different angle. Luo Binghe didn’t give her time to adjust, already pulling out and fucking back into her, fast and hard. Luo Binghe gripped the breast for dear life, leaving suckling, biting kisses along her neck, the little dainty earring getting lost in her hair and bumping her forehead. Her other hand trailed around to rub hard circles into Shen Qingqiu’s clit. She wouldn’t let her breath, wouldn’t give her a reprieve.
It didn’t take long for the fucked out moans to be forced from Shen Qingqiu’s throat, her body shaking to hold herself up. She pressed back into Luo Binghe’s body for support.
Her climax rolled through her, her body bucking against Luo Binghe as she cried out, trying to pull away but pushing herself back into Luo Binghe’s arms. A sob tore from her throat, hot liquid gushed from her cunt, fucked out by the cock, and dripped down her thighs. She shook under Luo Binghe’s hands, unable to form a coherent word, her wife’s name on her tongue.
Luo Binghe released her clit and grabbed both breasts between her hands, rubbing and pinching and pulling, her thrusts unrelenting as she chased her own pleasure. Shen Qingqiu sagged in her arms, not telling her to stop nor did she try and pull away, her arms and legs shaking to hold herself up as her head bobbed with each harsh thrust.
Her own orgasm shuddered through her as she pinched the twin cherry nipples between her fingers and drove deep into her heat, her hips stuttering as she came wetly with a drag of teeth on the back of Shen Qingqiu’s neck. She breathed into her hair, catching her breath to the sweet smell of her and the remnants of lake water, sex, and sweat clinging to her scalp.
Shen Qingqiu was swaying, panting. Luo Binghe gingerly, slowly, pulled out the cock. Shen Qinqiu shuddered from the release and sank down to her bottom, taking Luo Binghe with her. They both fell back, Shen Qingqiu sprawled atop her and their legs tangled together. Luo Binghe refused to release the breasts gripped tightly in her hands.
“You… you can… you can let go…” Shen Qingqiu gasped, tugging weakly at Luo Binghe’s wrists.
“No.” Luo Binghe held firm.
“Okay, sure. Just. Let me rest.” Shen Qingqiu relaxed into her, her head nestled on Luo Binghe’s chest between her own breasts. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to calm her heart. Luo Binghe could feel it fluttering wildly under her hands. She squeezed once more, making Shen Qingqiu twitch. She grinned.
Her heartbeat and heavy breaths slowed to something slow and deep, not quite asleep. They laid there in the quiet, Luo Binghe tracing idle shapes across the flattened expanse of her chest, circling around her swollen nipples and the curve of her under breast.
Shen Qingqiu inhaled with wakefulness and started to sit up. Luo Binghe tried to drag her back into her arms but Shen Qingqiu managed to pull her hands off her breasts and sit up, turning around to shoot a weak glare at her.
“Stop that. At least take the strap off. Let me rinse off and we can cuddle all you want.”
“Take me with you.” Luo Binghe shot up, pulling her legs underneath her to fight the strap off from around her hips. “Wait, slow down, I’m coming.”
“Take your time!” Shen Qingqiu was already hauling herself off the bed and walking quickly to the door, throwing a thin robe on to go retrieve water. She flinched. “Ugh, my boobs, Binghe! They hurt!” She cupped them under the silky material, hissing as it made contact with her no doubt overstimulated and sore breasts.
“That’s okay. You could just not wear anything on top for a bit,” Luo Binghe suggested, flinging the strap off somewhere over the side of the bed.
“No! Stay down! Back! I’m taking a bath by myself!” Shen Qingqiu scampered away.
Luo Binghe did, eventually, manage to slip into the tub with her, held her from behind, and took her time lathering soap all over her wife, especially those oversensitive breasts. Then, brushed out her long, silky hair and retwisted it up high atop her head with a different dangling hair pin and matching jewelry for them to walk into town later for dinner. Shen Qingqiu would occasionally shoot a glare with no real heat in her direction when her robes rubbed her chest in a way that irritated her.