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Xie Lian slowly grinds into Hua Cheng, swallowing her whimpers in a deep kiss. Her ample breasts press against Hua Cheng's, and the ghost tries not to tremble, certain she'd float away without Xie Lian's solid weight pinning her to the bed.
Still sinuously rutting her jade length into Hua Cheng, Xie Lian pulls back to speak. "Don't come until I tell you to, okay, San Niang?" she says softly.
The filthy words sink straight to Hua Cheng's core. "And what if this one... can't help it?" she asks, desperate to tease Xie Lian even as she loses herself in the hypnotic grind of their hips.
It's not often that Hua Cheng can convince her wife to take full control in bed like this, but she knew Xie Lian couldn't deny her such a wish on her special day. Hua Cheng bites her lip, batting her lashes innocently up at her beloved.
The motion of Xie Lian's hips slows as she assesses her wife's mischievous smile. "Then I'll have to punish San Niang, of course," she says simply. Her voice is low and even, but the blushing tips of her ears betray her embarrassment.
Hua Cheng smirks, ready to tease her further, when Xie Lian rocks into her hard and deep. She gasps with pleasant surprise, then moans into the god's shoulder. Xie Lian is dragging against a particularly sensitive spot with each thrust now, and she's clearly noticed.
Xie Lian smiles down at Hua Cheng in a rare display of smugness, and the ghost's heart soars. She hopes she hasn't bitten off more than she can chew tonight.
A warm palm caresses Hua Cheng's cheek, gently twisting her head to expose the pale column of her throat. Hua Cheng tenses, then sighs as Xie Lian's soft lips mouth along her skin. She hugs her wife's back, feeling strong muscles ripple beneath her hands and wondering (not for the first time) how she ever got so lucky.
"You're being so good, San Niang, so sweet for me," Xie Lian murmurs, trailing light kisses along her sensitive ear.
"No fair, jiejie," Hua Cheng whines, and Xie Lian laughs lightly into her neck. The soft puffs of air tickle, and Hua Cheng squirms in her hold, clutching at her shoulders helplessly. Xie Lian finally takes pity on the poor ghost, laying more slow wet kisses along her throat as she rocks steadily down into her.
The warmth of Xie Lian's mouth is maddening. Hua Cheng can't help but dig her nails into the god's broad shoulders, shamelessly clinging onto her. The firm weight pinning her down is both too much and not enough, and Hua Cheng is already so close she feels she could burst into a cloud of butterflies at any given moment.
"Jiejie, please..." Hua Cheng pants, hooking her ankles tighter around Xie Lian's lower back. She can't silence the noises spilling out of her, too busy struggling to obey her god's wish. She's not sure how much longer she can dutifully wait for her permission.
"Mmm, please what, my sweet San Niang?" Xie Lian purrs into her ear, punctuating the question with a particularly dirty grind of her hips.
Hua Cheng groans, trying not to sink her sharp nails deeper into the warm skin of Xie Lian's back. "Please, jiejie— Dianxia! Please, let me—" She moans, words lost as Xie Lian ruthlessly increases the pace. Bright bolts of pleasure lance up Hua Cheng's spine each time their hips meet, and she feels herself nearing a precipice she can't avoid.
"Let you what, beloved?" Xie Lian teases, finally abandoning Hua Cheng's neck to place a startlingly soft kiss against her lips. "You want to come for me? Already?" she asks innocently.
Xie Lian rolls her hips heavily into Hua Cheng, filling her nice and deep, and sighs into the shell of her ear. Hua Cheng tries valiantly to fight the pleasure swelling within her, but that soft sigh is all it takes to push her over the edge. She tears up as she comes, tensing around Xie Lian and moaning desperately as waves of bliss course through her.
Thankfully, Xie Lian doesn't slow her pace. She just grins into Hua Cheng's neck, pinning her to the bed and fucking her through the sudden orgasm without pause, as if she'd fully expected this. Hua Cheng would be humiliated by her own breathy moans if she weren't so focused on the intoxicating feeling of Xie Lian all over her.
Once her head clears, Hua Cheng jolts back, painfully aware she's just disobeyed her god's sole request.
She could weep with shame... Hua Cheng doesn't deserve to come undone beneath jiejie like this, to be kissed and pampered and filled up like something precious. Xie Lian had one simple request, and she couldn't even fulfill it!
"I'm sorry, jiejie, I'm sorry!" Hua Cheng cries when the waves of pleasure finally abate. "This lowly one will accept whatever punishment jiejie sees fit, she—"
"Whatever I see fit, hm?" Xie Lian cuts her off, drawing back to gaze down at the ghost pensively. Her heavy breasts sway with the motion, and Hua Cheng nods enthusiastically, not trusting herself to speak with her voluptuous wife hovering over her so tantalizingly.
"Alright," Xie Lian murmurs. She smooths a hand up Hua Cheng's chest, grazing warm fingers across her pierced nipples before cupping her jaw. The look in her eyes is almost predatory, and Hua Cheng suppresses a shiver as Xie Lian's thumb traces along her lower lip.
The glint of hunger in Xie Lian's eyes deepens, and she leans in to press one last kiss to Hua Cheng's lips before drawing away. Hua Cheng surges forward to chase the contact, but Xie Lian gently plants a hand against her chest and nudges her back down to the pillows. "Stay," she says.
Hua Cheng obeys, watching Xie Lian carefully untie Ruoye, slide her perfect legs out of the silk loops, and set the jade phallus aside. She scrutinizes her god's expression for any hint of what's to come, but Xie Lian's poker face is frustratingly solid for once. Hua Cheng almost regrets the time they've spent in the Gambler's Den together.
Xie Lian glances back to her wife, who fidgets under her gaze with a mix of curiosity and guilt. Noticing the warring emotions in Hua Cheng's eye (as she always does), Xie Lian sits down beside her and runs soothing hands along her thighs.
"It's alright, San Niang, jiejie will still take care of you for your special day," she reassures her. Hua Cheng sighs at the touch, still feeling slightly undeserving of this loving care. "But San Niang has to learn from her mistakes. You understand that, right?" Xie Lian asks gently.
"Mn, I do," Hua Cheng responds immediately. "Please proceed with this one's punishment, jiejie, I can take it," she promises.
Maybe Xie Lian won't let her come at all next time. Maybe she'll tie her up and forbid her from speaking, or lay her across her lap and spank her tender skin until she cries out, or...
Xie Lian nudges Hua Cheng's legs apart and settles down between them, radiant face hovering just centimeters from her slick folds.
Oh?
"I want San Niang to let me take care of her like this," Xie Lian says, tilting her head to press a gentle kiss to Hua Cheng's inner thigh. The ghost trembles, thoughts screeching to a halt. Surely she doesn't mean..?
Hua Cheng reaches out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Xie Lian's ear, then cups her cheek. Her wife's probably just teasing her again. But Xie Lian stays put, taking Hua Cheng's hand in her own and gently but firmly pressing it into the sheets beside her.
The god blushes, seemingly fighting down her own embarrassment to get her next words out. "No touching, San Niang… I'm going to make sure you come when I want you to this time," she says shyly.
Hua Cheng could die. Again. Maybe thrice over.
She wants to pull Xie Lian back up the bed and beg her to just use her instead, but she knows better than to disobey her god's wishes. If this is Hua Cheng's punishment, so be it. She'll just—
Xie Lian dips her head, licking a long stripe straight up Hua Cheng's cunt.
If any other heavenly official heard the noise that just left her, Hua Cheng would eviscerate them on the spot. She arches against the silky sheets, and Xie Lian giggles, drawing back to trail warm kisses along her thighs.
"Sorry, San Niang, I couldn't help myself," she smiles.
"Jiejieee…" Hua Cheng groans. She wants to kiss the apologies out of Xie Lian's mouth, but all she can do is watch her wife's hands come to rest on her hips, holding Hua Cheng in place as she plants searing kisses closer and closer to her aching clit.
Hua Cheng's eye drifts shut when Xie Lian leans in to press that warm mouth right where she needs it most…
But then the contact doesn't come.
She cracks her eye open to find Xie Lian looking up at her with amusement, hovering just a breath away from her clit. Hua Cheng throbs with want, canting her hips up without thinking.
Luckily, Xie Lian's strong hands hold her down against the bed, preventing her from doing something as shameful as bucking into her god's face. Xie Lian's smile grows, as if Hua Cheng's desperation charms her.
"Please, jiejie," Hua Cheng moans, wiggling her hips futilely. Xie Lian's thumbs trace soothing circles just below her stomach, and the god presses another sweet kiss to her inner thigh before meeting her eye.
"Where does my San Niang want me?" she asks, eyes dark with desire. "Here?" she breathes, dipping her head to kiss Hua Cheng right below her bellybutton. Hua Cheng's stomach flutters, and she doesn't trust herself to speak.
"Or here?" Xie Lian sinks lower, pressing tentative kisses into the trail of hair leading down to the roiling heat between Hua Cheng's legs.
Xie Lian's pace is torturously slow, and soon Hua Cheng is trembling under the weight of her own desire. She nearly whines when her wife pauses to look up at her again.
"What about here?" Xie Lian tilts her head in mock curiosity, hovering over her clit.
Who taught her to be so brazen? Where has Hua Cheng's sweet innocent jiejie gone? The ghost sighs, knowing she has no one to blame but herself.
"Hm?" Xie Lian prods, still waiting for her wife's response. Hua Cheng pauses, taking a deep breath she doesn't need. Before she can politely and calmly tell Xie Lian just where to kiss her, the god leans impossibly closer, warm breath ghosting enticingly over her.
Any shred of pride Hua Cheng has managed to hold onto abruptly vanishes, and the words quickly tumble out of her. "Yes jiejie, please, please, right there, I need—"
Mmm, Xie Lian moans into their communication array as she finally sinks down to lap at Hua Cheng's clit. Good girl.
It takes all of Hua Cheng's remaining strength not to crush her wife's head between her thighs.
She squirms as Xie Lian kisses her deeply, enveloping her in the velvety wet heat of her perfect mouth. Hua Cheng's sure she sounds pitiful right now, but Xie Lian's groaning between her legs like she's the sweetest thing she's ever tasted. The ghost clenches her fists in the sheets, nearly overcome with the urge to reach out and stroke her wife's silky hair.
"Love you— jiejie—" Hua Cheng pants between moans, feeling an unmistakable heat coil tightly in her core. Xie Lian's mouth is so sweet, so good, and her strong hands are gripping her just right… Hua Cheng bites her lip, thighs trembling in anticipation.
Xie Lian hums indulgently in their array, drawing her right up to the edge with quick strokes of her soft tongue. Hua Cheng shivers as the god traces up around her folds to lavish attention on her aching clit. The onslaught is overwhelming, and she squeezes her eye shut as her release draws closer... and closer... and...
Fades away.
Hua Cheng gasps, bereft at the sudden loss. She looks down imploringly, but Xie Lian just happily nuzzles her cheek into her thigh.
The god languidly licks the wetness from her lips, then tugs Hua Cheng down further by the hips, blowing a hot gust of air onto the soft bush between her legs. Hua Cheng whimpers, rolling her hips in tight circles against nothing.
"I love you too, San Niang," Xie Lian murmurs, pressing her plush lips into Hua Cheng's thighs and stomach. "My beautiful wife… so good for me, so precious."
Hua Cheng whines. She's starting to think she would've preferred the spankings.
Xie Lian glances up with a twinkle of amusement in her eyes, and Hua Cheng is filled with an all-consuming need for her. She feels desperate tears threaten to spill down her cheek. Why won't jiejie let her touch her?
"Please," Hua Cheng whispers. She wants Xie Lian's mouth on her so badly it's almost painful, and she's sure her wife knows it.
Xie Lian dips down to kiss her clit lightly, teasing the delicate skin with her tongue before drawing back. "Is San Niang ready for more?" she asks. Hua Cheng nods so vehemently she's afraid she may have strained something.
The next incense time is a blur. Xie Lian savors Hua Cheng slowly and thoroughly, as if they have all the time in the world (... which Hua Cheng begrudgingly supposes they do). The god teases her with long stretches of perfect rhythmic pressure, just to draw back when Hua Cheng's muscles begin to tense. She waits, tracing loving fingers across the ghost's burning skin until she's aching for her mouth again, then continues the torturous cycle.
Yearning tears fall freely down Hua Cheng's cheek, and Xie Lian squeezes her hip reassuringly. San Niang's so sweet to let me take care of her like this, so beautiful spread open for jiejie, she says into their array, mouth still busy between Hua Cheng's legs.
Hua Cheng keens. She's starting to think she could come untouched, guided only by the lovely sound of her wife's voice in her head. Xie Lian draws back with a smile, rubbing her palms across Hua Cheng's trembling skin.
"I think you've earned it now, San Niang... Don't you?" she says, drawing one of Hua Cheng's tense hands up to rest in her hair.
"Jiejie—" Hua Cheng begins, but before she can find the right words, her wife dips down to finish what she's started. The warm wet pressure around her clit is heavenly, and Hua Cheng's hand clenches desperately in Xie Lian's hair as her orgasm finally tears through her.
Hua Cheng's ears ring as Xie Lian guides her through the pleasure, vision briefly whiting out before coming back into hazy focus. Burning heat flares beneath her skin, culminating in a pure inferno where Xie Lian's mouth is still lapping away at her. She pulses against her god's tongue, whimpering as her legs shake with each aftershock.
As soon as the orgasm ends, another one hits Hua Cheng without warning. Her body tenses in Xie Lian's hold, unsure whether to fight against overstimulation or let the bliss consume her.
She feels wrung out, but it's as if the pleasure has no end. Each time she sees Xie Lian bobbing away between her legs, strong shoulders taut with the effort of keeping her pinned down, another wave of euphoria washes over her.
When a third orgasm rushes through her system, Hua Cheng's core contracts so tightly it hurts.
Xie Lian seems to notice, sliding her hands up to Hua Cheng's waist and kneading her toned stomach gently. She slows her pace, laving her tongue softly against Hua Cheng to help her ride out the last of the turbulent sensation.
The tension in Hua Cheng's core slowly unfurls with each ripple of pleasure until she's left feeling like a trembling puddle against the sheets. She pets Xie Lian's hair and raspily calls her name, and Xie Lian finally retreats from the wetness between her thighs.
Hua Cheng can't seem to form another word, and Xie Lian's eyes crinkle when she realizes. She drops one last kiss onto the ghost's throbbing clit before sitting up to rub her legs soothingly. Hua Cheng shivers despite herself.
"San Niang did so well! She should be proud of herself. So patient for jiejie," Xie Lian sighs down at her, smiling fondly.
Hua Cheng fights the urge to hide her face, knowing Xie Lian would just gently pry her hands away. Why is she still teasing her? And why is she so far away?
"Do you want jiejie to warm up a bath for you?" Xie Lian asks. Hua Cheng opens her mouth, but she still can't string together a coherent sentence. She blinks in frustration, willing herself to return to normal.
Xie Lian makes to leave the bed, and Hua Cheng panics, grasping onto her wrist tightly. Her reaction immediately embarrasses her, and she rushes to release her.
When she dares to meet Xie Lian's eyes again, Hua Cheng's unbeating heart somehow stutters. Her wife is looking at her softly and expectantly, as if she's willing to wait an eternity just to hear whatever Hua Cheng has to say.
Her gaze is so openly affectionate that Hua Cheng has to look away for fear of doing something stupid, like crying and begging Xie Lian not to leave her.
Seeming to read her mind, Xie Lian grasps Hua Cheng's chin and tilts her face back toward her, then leans in to kiss her softly. "Does San Niang want to be held?" she asks with a shy smile.
"Dianxia," Hua Cheng rasps. She glances down to the ring nestled against her wife's chest, then bashfully looks away and nods her assent.
Xie Lian giggles, settling down beside Hua Cheng and looping an arm around her waist. She tugs her in close, until Hua Cheng's face is smushed into the warm skin just above her breasts. The ghost inhales her soothing floral scent and sighs, winding a still-shaking leg through Xie Lian's thighs and slumping fully against her.
Hua Cheng feels Xie Lian's heat slowly seep into her and luxuriates in it like a cat in a sunbeam. "Jiejie's so good to this one, even when she doesn't deserve it," she murmurs.
"Nonsense," Xie Lian says, not unkindly. "San Niang always deserves it. She deserves love and care, even when she's—" she falters. "Even when she's naughty."
Hua Cheng can't fight down her smile. She nestles closer to Xie Lian, afraid her feelings may overwhelm her entirely without this anchor.
"Mmm, this one tries to behave, but jiejie makes it so difficult," she whines, rubbing her cheek against Xie Lian's chest and kissing her soft skin reverently. Xie Lian's arms tighten around her waist, and Hua Cheng sighs contentedly. "I love you," she murmurs, too smitten to tease the god any longer.
Xie Lian traces gentle fingers down Hua Cheng's spine and presses a kiss to the crown of her head. "I love you too, San Niang," she says into the ghost's hair. "Happy birthday."