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Of all the countless shameful fantasies Hua Cheng has had about her god, the ones where she allows Hua Cheng between her legs to taste her are what hold her thoughts captive most frequently.
That isn’t to say that her other fantasies are at all inferior; if her beloved ever allowed a lowly, worthless one such as herself to touch her anywhere at all, it would be the greatest gift and honor she could ever dare hope to receive. When this most depraved, lustful part of her had first awakened after the Land of the Tender, and those desires began to invade her mind and body in a way she’d never felt before, she’d been so disgusted and angry with herself that she did everything she could think of to block them out of her mind.
For what right did she have to think such things about Her Highness, a holy being untouched by filth, whose power relied on a rejection of the very things Hua Cheng wanted so badly to do to her? But it was no use. Nothing Hua Cheng did would drive her bottomless desire away– instead, it only continued to grow, until it became something all-encompassing, something she hungered for more than food, more than water, more than anything.
She has spent centuries endlessly replaying the sounds Her Highness had made that fateful day, how she had arched her back and moaned so brokenly when Hua Cheng had accidentally brushed her hand against her chest. Hua Cheng had longed to touch her there, had imagined how her bare breasts would look– would her nipples be small or large, rosy pink or closer to brown? Would she be even louder if Hua Cheng focused her ministrations there, if she did more than just brush her fingers against them all too briefly? What if she rubbed them with a firmer touch, pinched them and circled them with her fingers until Her Highness was begging for more? She imagined putting her mouth on them, licking, sucking, biting, Her Highness clutching Hua Cheng’s head and keeping her mouth pressed there, moaning louder and louder until she came just from the sensation of her tits being played with.
… Unsurprisingly, this particular fantasy tends to occupy Hua Cheng’s mind almost as often.
Yet still, more than that, more than anything else, Hua Cheng had desperately wanted to get her mouth on her cunt, to devour her and smell her until her senses were flooded with Her Highness’ essence.
She has imagined it in a myriad of different ways, the possibilities as limitless as Hua Cheng’s devotion: Her Highness on her back, legs spread wide open and held in place by Hua Cheng’s own hands; Her Highness held high up against the wall by Hua Cheng’s hands on her thighs, legs slung over Hua Cheng’s shoulders, helpless to move and having nothing to grip on to besides Hua Cheng’s hair; Hua Cheng lying in her bed (their bed) while Her Highness positions herself over her face, riding her tongue, dripping wet and smearing her holy fluids on Hua Cheng’s face– any way Hua Cheng could possibly have her. She has had plenty of time in the past eight hundred years to envision many different positions and places she could worship Her Highness; but never, not even for a second, did she ever imagine she would one day see any of it come to fruition.
She has never been happier to be wrong about something.
Hua Cheng is not worthy and never will be; she knows this, has always known it. No one in any of the Three Realms could ever hope to be Her Highness’ equal. But somehow, Her Highness has chosen her, allowed her to touch her and has touched Hua Cheng in return, has given her the impossible gift of her love, and Hua Cheng would rather die again a million times over than squander that gift. After all, who is she to deny Her Highness anything? If she has deemed Hua Cheng worthy, then Hua Cheng will do her utmost to ensure her beloved never regrets it, that she will go to sleep each night happy and thoroughly satisfied.
And if in doing so, Hua Cheng is able to quench her own insatiable thirst for her god, to worship her the way she’s longed to for eight long centuries, well– that’s a benefit she’s more than happy to reap, a fortunate afterthought to Her Highness’ pleasure.
“San Niang? Are you in there?”
At the sound of her wife’s voice, Hua Cheng is jolted out of her reverie and looks up from where she’d been staring at the book open on the desk in front of her, not taking in a single word.
Not bothered at all by how distracted she’d gotten thinking about her beloved, as it happens far too often for her not to be used to it by now, Hua Cheng feels a smile spread across her face. “I’m here, jiejie.”
The door opens and her beloved walks in, and even now, though they’ve already been married several years and she has been reunited with her love for even longer, an overpowering warmth spreads through her chest and, in spite of the fact that she hasn’t needed to breathe in a very long time, her breath hitches at the sight of her.
Her smile nearly turns goofy with how wide her mouth threatens to smile at the feeling, how overwhelmingly happy and blessed she feels that she gets to lay eyes on this beautiful woman every day, that she gets to call her her wife. She swiftly schools it into a small quirk of the lips as she says, “Jiejie, you know you’re always welcome in any part of the Manor you wish to visit. There’s no need to wait for anyone to invite you in.”
Xie Lian stops before the desk. She smiles radiantly and says, “I know, but I didn’t want to disturb you in case you were busy with something important.”
“Nothing is more important than jiejie,” San Niang says, smirking when a pretty blush creeps up her beloved’s face.
Just as she’s about to stand and greet her wife properly, Xie Lian suddenly rounds the desk and climbs into Hua Cheng’s lap, straddling her so that they’re face to face.
Hua Cheng immediately rests her hands on Xie Lian’s slim waist. “Oh? Jiejie is bold today,” she says, a controlled smirk still in place as she tries to hide how even such a simple show of brazen affection from her beloved sets her whole body aflame.
Xie Lian’s hands come up to cradle Hua Cheng’s face, a gesture that would’ve made Hua Cheng’s dead heart skip a beat if it still could. Xie Lian, face pink, smiles gently– an otherworldly sight. “I missed my San Niang so terribly– how could I not be?”
And how could Hua Cheng possibly resist her any longer? She gives in to the temptation she felt the second Xie Lian had walked in the door and presses their lips together in a gentle, loving kiss.
She lets it linger a bit before parting, then gives her another kiss, then another, and another– she moves on to the rest of Xie Lian’s perfect face, scattering kisses all over her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, drawing an adorable giggle from her beloved that only adds fuel to the fire. Hua Cheng lifts a hand to caress the side of her wife’s face and returns her mouth to hers.
This kiss immediately turns filthier than the last. Hua Cheng moves her lips against her wife’s, quiet smacking noises resounding in the room as the kiss grows more passionate. Xie Lian makes a small noise, shifting her hips and moving her arms so they wrap around Hua Cheng’s neck instead, and that’s all the encouragement Hua Cheng needs to open that pretty mouth up and slip her tongue inside.
Xie Lian opens for her easily, granting Hua Cheng the control they both almost always craved her to have, and no matter how many times they do this, it never fails to make Hua Cheng’s pussy throb. She grips Xie Lian’s hips tighter as she slides her tongue against hers, the kiss growing more and more frantic. She digs her teeth into Xie Lian’s lip, earning her a surprised “mmh!” , and the noise is so unbearably sexy that she suddenly can’t stand that her wife’s skin is still hidden by her clothes.
Unwilling to remove her tongue from her beloved’s mouth for even a second, Hua Cheng blindly yet skillfully parts the upper half of Xie Lian’s robes until they’re hanging off her waist, exposing her bare chest.
If her mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied, she would have grinned wickedly at the sight– how she adores when her wife decides against wearing undergarments. Instead, she feels herself get even wetter now that more of her wife has been exposed to her. She breaks the kiss, and nearly dives right back in when Xie Lian moans in protest, tipping forward a bit in an attempt to reconnect their kiss, her eyes half-lidded.
Hua Cheng leans in right by her ear and sweetly says, “Patience, my love; I’m going to make you feel so good that you will be able to think of nothing but your pleasure and the one who’s giving it to you.”
Xie Lian’s breath hitches and then stutters when Hua Cheng presses her lips to her slender neck.
"Ah! San Niang…” Xie Lian says brokenly as Hua Cheng trails open-mouthed kisses down the pale skin. When Hua Cheng licks a spot just below her ear and bites down, Xie Lian cries out, her hand flying up to grip Hua Cheng’s hair and pressing her down in a silent plea to keep going.
All the while, Hua Cheng caresses the bare skin of her wife’s upper body; the hard muscle of her abdomen, her strong back, and finally, her soft, ample breasts. She takes them in her hands and squeezes them gently, a sharp contrast to the way she’s biting hickies into her wife’s neck.
“Oh, San Niang, don’t stop!” Xie Lian pants when Hua Cheng thumbs at her wife’s hard nipples and sucks on another sensitive spot. “Harder, San Niang!”
Xie Lian’s begging always has a way of making Hua Cheng lose the tenuous grasp she has on her control when it comes to her beloved, and today is no exception. She knows what Xie Lian wants, and she’s more than happy to deliver. She abandons Xie Lian’s neck for now, satisfied with the way the marks she’s left there are already starting to purple, and moves downward to lick a stripe up the dusky, hard peak of her wife’s breast.
Xie Lian whimpers and grips Hua Cheng’s hair even tighter to hold her there, sending a delightful shiver up Hua Cheng’s spine. As her wife bid her, she doesn’t stay gentle for long, immediately opening her mouth to nibble and suck at her tit while her fingers pinch and roll the other until it’s puffy from the abuse.
Hua Cheng was exceedingly pleased (and turned on) when she discovered just how much Xie Lian loves having her tits played with. The reality of having sex with her god is so much better than anything Hua Cheng has ever conjured up in her own mind, but sometimes she can’t help but marvel at just how many aspects of her innumerable fantasies have come true. Even if, for everything she’d imagined about her, the opposite turned out to be true, it wouldn’t matter to Hua Cheng a single bit– but she can’t deny how hot it is when her beloved comes just from having her nipples teased.
Hua Cheng moans around the nipple in her mouth, enjoying this just as much as her wife is. She doubles her efforts, bobbing her head slightly as she rapidly alternates between biting and licking– she’s honed her technique well, learning more about what gets Xie Lian screaming until her voice is fucked-out and hoarse with each and every time they make love. She’s learned how hard to bite and when to soothe with her tongue, how her wife loves when Hua Cheng pinches and rubs with her fingers so that her tits are sore the next day.
“Ah, ohh, San Niang, I- I can’t take it!” Xie Lian sobs out, her words contrasting the way she’s holding Hua Cheng’s head in place with her hands. “Please touch me!”
Hua Cheng detaches her mouth and brings it next to her wife’s red ear. “But I am touching you, jiejie,” she says, a false inflection of confusion in her voice. Her other hand replaces where her mouth had been, holding Xie Lian’s breasts in both hands and circling her nipples with her thumbs as she speaks. “Is Your Highness not satisfied?”
“San Niang,” Xie Lian pants, and Hua Cheng almost loses it when she sees Xie Lian’s eyes roll back at the teasing sensation of Hua Cheng’s fingers on her sensitive, abused nipples.
Hua Cheng swallows harshly, but she maintains her composure. “This one is more than happy to serve you, but how am I to know what jiejie desires if she won’t tell me?”
“San Niang, don’t tease me! Please, just… just touch me here!” Xie Lian tears Hua Cheng’s hand off her breast and pushes it down onto her clothed pussy, hiding her red face in Hua Cheng’s neck.
Hua Cheng is struck dumb for a moment by the sheer force of the wave of arousal that crashes into her at the daring move. Although she loves to tease her beloved when they have sex, she almost never makes her wait for long and gives in easily to her wife’s desires, not truly expecting Xie Lian to express exactly what she wants her to do. Xie Lian must be desperate for it– Hua Cheng won’t make her wait a second longer.
Hua Cheng stands up with Xie Lian in her arms and sets her down on the floor, supporting her when she sees how her legs shake as she attempts to stand on them. Hua Cheng makes quick work of divesting her wife of the rest of her clothes while she kisses lightly at her wife’s neck, making her giggle at the ticklish sensation.
When Xie Lian is finally fully naked, she tugs at Hua Cheng’s own robes. “San Niang, you too.”
While Hua Cheng thoroughly enjoys taking her wife’s clothes off the mortal way, she doesn’t care much for the extra time wasted when it’s her own turn to get naked unless Xie Lian requests to take them off herself, so Hua Cheng snaps her fingers, disappearing them in an instant.
Impatient, Hua Cheng barely allows Xie Lian to process her sudden nudity before she’s pushing everything off the desk and laying her down on top of it.
“San Niang!” Xie Lian laughs in surprise, then widens her eyes when she sees Hua Cheng tying her hair up.
Hua Cheng wastes no more time. She sits back down in her chair, face now level with Xie Lian’s gorgeous cunt, absolutely drenched from their prior activities, the wet curly hair slick with her juices. Hua Cheng licks her lips in anticipation, and Xie Lian’s hands fly to her face at the sight, somehow still unused to the obvious excitement Hua Cheng exhibits every time they do this.
Hua Cheng restrains herself, however, layering kisses and sucking bruises on Xie Lian’s pale thighs, basking in the strong smell of her and the desperate keening noises her wife makes when Hua Cheng’s lips land close to where she really wants them, when her breath ghosts teasingly over her core.
Finally, Hua Cheng can wait no longer. She grasps Xie Lian’s thighs and holds them in place, spread nice and wide. Keeping her eye on her wife’s face, she licks a hot, wet stripe up Xie Lian’s pussy.
“Ohh fuck,” Xie Lian moans, her thigh muscles contracting with the effort to close them, but Hua Cheng holds fast, keeping them in place.
Fuck, it’s hot when her god curses like that. She only ever does it when Hua Cheng makes her feel so good that she can’t help but express it in such a vulgar way, and it’s one of the only things that can make Hua Cheng feel prideful.
Hua Cheng grips those thighs tightly and begins eating her beloved out in earnest. She swipes her tongue between the folds, circling her clit but avoiding direct contact for the moment, not wanting to overstimulate her.
Xie Lian’s hands shoot down to grip onto Hua Cheng’s hair again. “Shit, San Niang! San Niang, it feels so–” her breath stutters and she lets out a loud moan when Hua Cheng starts kissing her cunt open-mouthed, her lips closing around her clit and tongue dipping in and out, laving over her most sensitive spot. “ SAN NIANG!” she sobs, rocking her hips down into Hua Cheng’s mouth and gripping her hair tight, practically shoving her into her pussy.
Hua Cheng would never even dream of complaining. This is her number one favorite place to be, a place she once believed she would only ever dream of: between her god’s thighs, where she can devour her to her heart’s content, where she can give her pleasure in a way no one else ever has or ever will. Here, she can make Xie Lian feel so good that her mind empties, free of every worry, every hardship, every injustice that her god has ever had to suffer; now that Hua Cheng is with her, she will personally make sure that her beloved never has to feel anything but mind-blowing pleasure, everlasting joy, unrelenting love.
She pours every last ounce of that devotion into eating her wife’s pussy, her face soaking wet from how much Xie Lian is leaking and her own saliva. Her beloved tastes so good, so much better than even her wildest fantasies, and Hua Cheng eagerly laps it all up, utterly parched.
“San Niang, San Niang, San Niang,” Xie Lian chants, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “Please, please don’t stop, fuck, I’m going to come!”
Hua Cheng is so turned on that she feels the chair she’s sitting on getting soaked, but she barely registers it as she focuses her attention on her wife’s clit. She lets go of Xie Lian’s thighs, wanting to feel them clamp down on her head when she comes, and Xie Lian immediately closes them around her and plants her feet down on the desk, using the leverage to grind her pussy on Hua Cheng’s face.
Xie Lian rocks her hips frantically, her beautiful cries getting louder and louder as her pleasure builds. “Ah, ah, ah, AH! San Niang, you’re so good, you eat me so well, please please please don’t stop, oh fuck!” she babbles. Unable to ignore her own throbbing arousal any longer, Hua Cheng dips her hand down between her own legs and nearly comes as soon as she touches her clit, so worked up she can hardly stand it. She frantically rubs herself, and it doesn’t take long before Xie Lian suddenly seizes up, thighs squeezing down hard on Hua Cheng’s bobbing head, and she’s shouting, “Fuck! San Niang, I’m coming, I’m gonna come, I’M–” and the scream she lets out when her orgasm finally hits is all Hua Cheng needs to send her completely over the edge, her own moan muffled by Xie Lian’s cunt and thighs.
Hua Cheng continues to lap at her as she comes down from her orgasm, her powerful legs going limp and her grip on Hua Cheng’s hair slackening. After a minute or so, she weakly pushes at Hua Cheng’s head, gently pushing her away. “Ah, San Niang, that’s too much. Come up here, please.”
How could she refuse? Hua Cheng lifts her head and climbs over her wife’s body until they’re face to face. She plants her hands on either side of Xie Lian’s head and leans in until their foreheads touch. “Did it feel good, jiejie?” she asks, licking her lips where the taste of her beloved lingers.
Xie Lian loops her arms around Hua Cheng’s neck, smiling contentedly, and she’s the most beautiful thing Hua Cheng has ever laid eyes on. “You know it did,” she says, and kisses her gently.
Hua Cheng is, as she is every day, overwhelmed by the unfathomable depth of her love for this woman. It expands in her chest, blindingly bright and desperate, immense and eternal. She can do nothing for it besides deepen their kiss, slipping her wife’s taste into her mouth. Xie Lian moans softly, then parts from her to lean her forehead against Hua Cheng’s once again.
“I love you,” Xie Lian sighs, and Hua Cheng wishes she could stay in this moment for the rest of eternity.
“I love you, too, jiejie.”
Xie Lian starts to sit up, and Hua Cheng straightens to allow her room to do so. Suddenly, Xie Lian says, “Wait, San Niang, what about you? Did you…”
Hua Cheng smirks. “Don’t worry about me, Your Highness. Jiejie’s beautiful sounds are all this one needs to get off.”
Xie Lian turns beet red. “San Niang!”