u/ElectricalNose2257

Source: https://www.reddit.com/r/HonkaiStarRail/comments/1vyppfk/about_nihilux/

Sauce: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/146519950

Source: https://x.com/restra25/status/2078796998774256033

Sauce: https://x.com/FogLanTau1/status/2078008376437666227

Buddies… I owe you all a genuine apology.

Do remember this post that i made that was specifically made to rally the okbuddies to get it to 1K and 100 reposts? It failed...

AT 11PM July 17 as i was scrolling through X i found this, and IT DEVASTATED ME LIKE I THOUGH IT WAS OVER, like bro bro bro!!! MY MEAT I JUST WANNA BEAT MY MEAT Seeing her PISS!

I take full responsibility. I misread the situation, got the wrong target, and ended up misleading the community. That’s on me. No excuses. I’m sorry for wasting your time and momentum, especially when everyone showed up ready to go.

Until i received a message. (Scroll through picture 4 and 5)

Summary: Someone (who wants to stay anonymous but allowed me to share the relevant parts) explained exactly why our raid flopped — is because we went to the wrong post...
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IT SHOULD'VE BEEN THIS ONE (Picture 3) As it had 784 likes from the start.

https://x.com/Memoire199/status/2013959064141906304

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So yeah… I fucked up the call.

But the mission isn’t dead. There’s still a chance if we hit the right target this time.I’m sorry again for the misfire, buddies. Lesson learned. Now let’s make it right. Who’s still in? Let’s cook properly this time.

There is still a chance buddies, even though after everything i still beg for you buddies to give not only me BUT THIS EFFORT ONE MORE CHANCE!

Let's make our Founding Fathers of OkBuddyTrailblazers Proud!

Idk of the original source, even the post i found it on doesnt know

Source: https://x.com/yomogita_/status/2054036131587723357

Source:

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SourcePixiv

What you about to see is the events that transpired to what happned to jingliu recorded in a blackbox:

Doofenshmirtz' Evil Incorporated!

Ahh Stelle the Platypus!

Just in time to see my latest and greatest creation... THE ASSESINATOR 5000! Behold!

Shows THE HOLY MOLY MAKE ME SOME THICCINATOR 6767!

With just one zap from this beautiful, slightly radioactive ray gun, I will selectively supercharge the secondary s■■ual characteristics of every woman in the Tri-State Area!

B■■■■■ts, hips, glutes, thighs — the whole feminine package will balloon into towering, gravity-defying monuments of pure exaggerated fertility! No more of this boring, average nonsense!

Jingliu over here (yes, I kidnapped a tall, sword lady for testing, don't judge me) will hit a glorious 10 meters tall — that's 32.8 feet for you Americans who still use feet like it's the 1800s — weighing in at a hefty 500 kilograms!

Chest 755 cm, waist a comically snatched 470 cm, and hips a devastating 800 cm! Massive breasts full of extra milk-producing cells, glutes so powerful they need their own zip code, and a thin waist that somehow survived the chaos.

After she digested those pesky Kh■■■te nomads (don't ask, Perry, they were very... fit and appetizing), she even picked up some healthy belly fat that only makes her more terrifyingly breedable!

The best part? The Assesitinator is gender-locked, Perry! It only works on women! Men get nothing — zip, zero, nada! You can watch helplessly while your girlfriend, your sister, that barista who always spells your name wrong, and every other lady suddenly needs reinforced flooring! Enhanced muscle capacity on demand, vastly increased urine storage (Jingliu's now holding 45 kilos worth — that's four whole days, Stelle! Four days!).

Why centimeters, you ask? Because I don't understand your stupid A-cup, B-cup, Double-H, whatever nonsense!

Fuck it, we ball with raw metric numbers like real scientists! Only women get the divine upgrade!

And once every Waifu in the Tri-State Area is wobbling around like overfilled fertility goddesses who can barely walk through doorways, they will have no choice but to rely on ME, Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz, for support, logistics, and mandatory worship!

The streets will be clogged with curves! Public transportation will collapse! And I... will finally be recognized as the supreme ruler of a thicc empire!

HAHAHAHAHHAAAAA! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAHAHAHHAAAA!

Meanwhile Stelle grabs the device while doofenshmirtz was explaining this to her not bothering to even eye her presence and by the moment he realize...

Curse you, Stelle the Platypus!

Caelus: ❝ i'll join with you since you're offering. ❞

Cyrene: "Oh? Could this be one of those days where a challenge arrives at my very doorstep?
I only hope you won’t be quite as harsh with me as you were with the Deliverer, I’m afraid I lack the temper to withstand too much of that heat!"

Caelus: ❝ i'm not the type to issue such a challenge always on a whim. unless you are looking for a chance to withstand me longer than he could. You may probably exceed past his record time. ❞

Source:

Source of where i got this: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSxGMYp2Q/

This is a Continuation of the Story, due to the 40k reddit limit.

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She slips out of Evanescia with a satisfying pop, making her chase the sensation with a moan. She wants Yao Guang to stay inside, to continue her invasion for but a moment longer.

Evanescia opens her eyes in desperation, met with mischievous yet cautious polychromatic eyes. An Emanator is much stronger than this, not limited to only minutely affecting the massive amount of blood flow rushing to her ecstatic mind.

There is a pause to Yao Guang's fluid motions, like a river stopped dead in its tracks by a concrete dam, searching Evanescia’s face for—

"Please," Evanescia begs, canting her hips as she’s never nodded so quickly in her life.

“So greedy,” Yao Guang teases, smirk returning to her soft lips.

“I’m sor—“

The hand tightens further, slowing her much needed blood flow almost completely.

“Did I ask you to apologies?” she asks with a low lilt, spinning them around and lifting her up, hand still around her throat. She takes two quick steps, effortlessly holding Evanescia in her grasp. She feels as if she’s suspended over a gaping maw of desire, rather than the plush and luxurious bed.

“N-no," she chokes out, reveling in the way her body tightens with arousal at the harsh sensation against her throat.

She barely gets the word out before she’s shoved onto the bed, unable to grunt from the impact as Yao Guang boxes her in, one hand above her head, looming over her with a hungry sneer.

“No, who?” she asks as a lightning fast hand removes itself from her throat, and finds its way beneath her skirt. She grabs a hold of Evanescia, long nails scraping against taut tights and panties barely able to contain her.

Evanescia’s words catch in her throat, the pressure is enough to make her cant her hips, wanting more, needing more as she searches Yao Guang’s face for an answer.

“I- I’m not an— ah!” Evanescia is cut off, curling her toes as Yao Guang strokes her once, force and precision deadly for anything coherent other than the noises she makes for her.

“You’re not a what, cutie?” Yao Guang teases as she pumps her again.

Pleasure shoots up her spine and fuels her fire, Evanescia moans louder, her gut tightening with blissful lust as she moves with her.

“Divinerrr!” she cries out from a third stroke, feeling herself burning up with arousal as the aftertaste of oolong refuses to leave her lips… reminding her what she needs more of.

“Yes?” she asks innocently, as she drags her nails gently across Evanescia’s length.

She twitches and tries to shut her legs together, mind quickly fading into nothing but Yao Guang as two strong thighs stop her in her tracks.

She tries to shoot her an annoyed look at the teasing word. But any front of annoyance is immediately shattered when Yao Guang thumbs her hardened bud, the thin layers of clothing doing nothing but adding more friction… even if she needs to feel nothing but soft skin against her own.

“You’re so cute when you’re falling a part. Has anyone ever told you that?” Yao Guang says sweetly, an earnestness joining the teasing as she easily collects Evanescia’s wrists with her free hand. She places them above Evanescia’s head, never stopping her stimulation, making her writhe and twitch against The General’s legs that keep her firmly spread.

“Now, be a good girl for me, and still.”

Evanescia should only ever be ruled by THEM. And yet, under Yao Guang’s ministrations, she can do naught but obey. Her mind feels foggy as she loses count of what number of slow strokes Yao Guang is on. She tries to fight against her own body wanting to shake and shudder in pleasure, despite only burning hotter from each touch.

She hears what sounds like clinking metal, before a barely audible click reaches her hazy thoughts.

A light chuckle rings out. “Now that I’ve secured you…” Yao Guang stops her ministrations, leaving Evanescia hard and wet, coating her underwear with a prelude of what is to yet to come. “It’s time to make you mine.”

Evanescia doesn’t have the wherewithal nor the speed to form a sentence before she feels sharp nails rake across her thighs. The ripping sound of tights join the chorus of her screams.

The pain is instant, yet it only sullies her further as pleasure shoots right into her mind. Her eyes roll up in ecstasy, vision darkening behind half-lidded eyelids.

A second and third rip quickly follows before she can feel her underwear —Yao Guang sweetly calls it cute— slide off of her shaking legs and tossed somewhere.

Yao Guang straddles one leg, pushing against her thigh, while she lifts up the other.

Her teeth sink into Evanescia's risen inner thigh before she even feels the light breeze whistling into the still open window touch her nethers. The pain makes her arch her back, struggling in vain against the restraints digging into her wrists as Yao Guang suckles, to mark what is hers.

Whatever animalistic instincts THEY thought funny to “bless” her with kick into overdrive as she screams in a mixture of pleasure and pain, only one name finding her lips.

A second, third, fourth— she quickly loses count as she nears a release. At some point she weakly lets out a whimpered “close”.

A single word, yet it gets her the complete attention of a hazy looking Yao Guang as a tearful eye flutters open.

“I wasn’t expecting an emanator to fold so easily,” she teases as she lazily —like a predator stalking its next meal— scrapes her fingers across reddened skin, completely vulnerable in the large tears of her tights. The pain feels almost blinding, yet all it does is harden her further. Evanescia's other buds clearly push against their white, clothed restraints. The sight of The General herself is intoxicating, and Evanescia swears for a moment she can see an entire Peacock’s tail unfurl behind the woman gazing down at her.

“Y-your reputation proceeds you,” Evanescia —despite nothing but desire and admiration filling her mind— somehow manages.

“Do you want it?” Yao Guang asks in an infuriatingly casual, and incredibly considerate way.

The worst part? It only makes her harder as it stokes her roaring inferno.

Evanescia nods eagerly, as if her life depends on it.

Yao Guang's considerate expression is gone like the wind, replaced with a smug and mirthful grin.

“And what do good girls say?” Yao Guang teases mercilessly as she pushes Evanescia’s leg up and along her sweaty body, like folding Evanescia into herself. She can feel her stomach drop. It’s almost like a mating rit—

“Yes, please… My General.”

“Gooood giiirl,” Yao Guang praises with a drawl, the words themselves enough to make her leak more, now with nothing but her own skin and skirt and whatever ripped bits remain of her tights to sully. At least, until Yao Guang moves the beautiful blue gathered folds to reveal nothing but bare skin underneath. Evanescia's jaw drops at the sight, making Yao Guang chuckle while she positions herself above Evanescia, ready to descend upon her.

Evanescia takes a deep breath as she closes her mouth, trying to push past her hazy mind to focus on the glimmer of lust shining between Yao Guang’s folds.

“It seems there are ways around the ever watchful eyes of the judge after all,” she taunts, gazing upon Evanescia with vibrant eyes full of desire and…

They both tense, and Evanescia shakes the fatal emotion from her thoughts as she locks her gaze with the— her General.

A flash of hesitation paints Yao Guang's beautiful face as she stills above Evanescia.

“I want you,” Evanescia manages dryly, as if nothing but her can cure Evanescia of the incessant need she’s felt ever since Yao Guang first spoke so warmly to her, ever since she so gently smiled at her, ever since Yao Guang had first called her—

“Cute.”

The single word sends a spike of bliss down her spine as Yao Guang leans on her leg, folding her further. The sensation is quickly becoming a pressure trying to blow the lid off of her tightened gut, ready to overflow at a moment’s notice.

She hovers over her, letting a drop of desire land upon Evanescia’s branch, further invigorating her. Evanescia is barely able to keep her eyes open, giving her a look she hopes conveys her pleading desire and need to be taken.

The hesitation turns into a sweet smile for a moment.

“You really want this, don’t you?”

“I want you.”

Another emotion flickers across Yao Guang’s face, before being immediately wiped away… or perhaps merged? with that of hunger.

She has no time to think as the mind-numbing and blissful feeling of Yao Guang plunging her walls around Evanescia’s sensitive neediness fills her. There is naught but white painting Evanescia’s vision as she screams Yao Guang’s name. Piercing technicolor invades the edges of her vision as she feels all of Yao Guang against her.

She barely registers just how deep she is before The Diviner is rising again, repeating the motion as they scream in ecstatic unison.

“Nescia!” she cries. Somehow, through the lustful haze Evanescia recognizes that this is the first time she’s heard Yao Guang’s voice be anything but steady and controlled. The observation only drives her further down her descent into pleasure as the technicolor light overtakes the white consuming her.

“Mhm?” is all she can manage, canting her hips to meet her lover’s descent as pleasure permeates her very being. The word elation feels like a mockery compared to the fiery pleasure raging through her body as Yao Guang rises for a third time.

“You’re beautiful.”

Yao Guang slams down, and Evanescia has nothing left to resist as she coats Yao Guang with her desire. She jerks and twitches as she feels Yao Guang put a hand on her shoulder, firm and reassuring. There is nothing but white hot pleasure inside and out.

“Look at me,” she commands, and Evanescia smiles through her orgasm as the most beautiful face she’s ever seen rocks back and forth atop her, setting her ablaze all over again, making her immediately releases a second wave.

“You are mine,” she growls, her hand moving from Evanescia's shoulder to perfectly fit around her throat, as if she’d been made in the images of The Aeons to perfectly be claimed by her General. The sensation makes her vision blurrier, darkness poking at the edges, yet Yao Guang’s beautiful form is all encapsulating as she rides through both her first and second release. Her gut burns with blissful pleasure as her legs shake uncontrollably, only held in place by her lover’s strong thigh against one, and her pushed against her body by a strong hand caging her in. Being folded on one end and squished on the other only adds to the tightening pleasure.

“Yes!” she affirms with a loud moan.

“Nothing but mine,” Yao Guang purrs as she rocks faster. Her sensitive branch only more vulnerable from already having released, needing more of her General's assault.

Yao Guang’s eyes should fade as she rocks faster and faster, making Evanescia squeeze hers shut again as she tries to keep her trembling body in rhythm with the unrelenting General. Yet, the blistering white once again filling Evanescia’s rolled back eyes starts to become dominated by strong and vibrant blues.

Evanescia’s tongue slips out her mouth, lulling to the side as she lets Yao Guang use her however she likes. No purpose in some cosmic grand scheme, no responsibilities, no expectations. Nothing but serving Yao Guang.

“My purpose,” Evanescia slurs, and she can feel the grip deliciously tighten.

Yao Guang bends down to let her warm breath tickle her ear.

“Is nothing but to be used by me.”

Evanescia moans louder as Yao Guang increases her speed, toes and fingers curling as her core burns bright. She nears a third release, she wants to show just how good she is, just how dutifully she can ensure that Yao Guang can easily continue to use her.

With her arm still pinning Evanescia's leg, Yao Guang forcefully finds a fistful of pink hair, yanking her head down. She silences the prayer of her own name as she clamps down on Evanescia’s lower lip. The stabbing pain only makes her clench harder as she moans against Yao Guang’s teeth. Her bleeding is quickly rewarded by a tongue snaking inside of her mouth, probing and entwining as she seeks deep enough to block her throat twice over.

The iron taste of her own blood becomes irrelevant as its overpowered by the intoxicating tang of Oolong.

Blood barely finds her head— most of it rushing down were it's needed the most.

Where panic should find her, pleasure floods instead. Where concern should eat at her stomach, blazing desire burns it away. Any semblance of thought or logic is replaced by nothing but Yao Guang.

“Cum with me, my darling fox.”

Evanescia can do naught but obey. Entwined, choked, needing, they both release as blue overtakes her. She can feel Yao Guang clench around her, drenching her in cum as she does. The release only amplifies her own as their juices mix together. The euphoric pleasure coating her very being while fingers scrape against her scalp, strong hand flexing momentarily to invite black into the blue.

She doesn’t care, only hopes that Yao Guang feels the same pleasure she does, only hopes to fall into a blue expanse where it is her General, and only her General.

The wave washes over her as she releases again, twitching and writhing against Yao Guang as their tongues separate with a pop, her own name never having sounded so sweet.

“Don’t stop, cutie,” Yao Guang purrs as she slams Evanescia into the mattress. Her grip momentarily fades, the black receding as blue continues to dominate.

Evanescia whines at the loss of contact, only to be rewarded and gagged by three long, elegant fingers filling her mouth.

“A good girl like you knows what to do, doesn’t she?” Yao Guang’s honeyed and labored words reach her ears, and all she can do is obey.

She swirls her tongue around the sensation, letting the digits scrape against the back of her mouth. Her gagged suckling elicits teasing laughter between ecstatic moans from the woman atop her.

“Sooo good for me,” Yao Guang drawls with a shudder as she coats her a second time, the tensing pressure giving way to a release uncountable as Evanescia tries to slur her lover’s name past her fingers.

There is nothing but pleasure and satisfaction and most importantly of all:

“Yao Guang!” she screams as they continue to coat each other, guiding one another through their synchronized pulses.

Each thrust makes Evanescia bottom out, sending wave after wave of pleasure washing over her. She falls further down her blissful spiral as the restraints, tight and deliciously scathing, keep her arms above her ecstatic head. Each twist of her aching hip and twitch of her reddened legs send another burst of buzzing satisfaction across her body and right into her very soul.

Yao Guang changes the pace, slowing down slightly, only to intently and erratically thrust to make Evanescia hit her inner-most sweet spot in pursuit of a third wave. Dutifully, Evanescia moves with her, to please Yao Guang. To make her feel divine.

“You can cum again, my dear fox,” Yao Guang teases as she pulls out, her fingers coated in Evanescia’s saliva as they draw a sticky string between mouth and digits.

“B-but you—” Evanescia slurs out with a whine, tongue feeling sloppy and useless without a filling purpose.

“Your pleasure also fuels me, cutie,” she empathizes with a jerk, sending Evanescia over the edge. She arches her back from the pleasure, hitting Yao Guang just right, making her clench for a third time. The feeling of being drenched by Yao Guang only amplifies her orgasm, making her pulse with pleasure together with her General. “Nescia!” she exclaims happily as she twitches from her orgasm, wet fingers coiling around her bruised and claimed thigh.

Her eyes shoot open, and the smile on her lover’s lips can only be described as divine.

“Yao… Guang,” Evanescia somehow manages as they shudder in tandem, smiling at one another foolishly as they help ride out each others orgasms.

As the pace slows, the violent boiling within her turn into a hot simmer, letting them both revel in the aftershocks. The black and white tinting the edges of her vision slowly recede, while the only blue piercing through her watering eyes being those belonging to The General— her General.

With a satisfied huff, Yao Guang drapes herself over Evanescia, not yet ready to separate, letting Evanescia’s leg flop back down onto the bed.

They both lay against each other, panting, winded and satisfied as Evanescia's head keeps spinning in satisfaction. Wetness pools between them, the sticky aftermath of their shared pleasure. Evanescia allows herself to bask in how good it feels to have shared such an experience with Yao Guang.... with someone who treats her like an equal... at least until she wants to be treated as something less, something— someone who bares no responsibilities, who needn't do anything but be with her. Someone Yao Guang wanted to satisfy, even if that satisfaction came through its own form of possessive domination, a domination she knew—

“My… dear… Fox,” Yao Guang breathes, her words makes her hot breath tickle Evanescia’s other buds, her hard nipples a mere reminder of the many places she still wants Yao Guang to claim.

“Yes, my… Yao Guang.”

The name feels sweet in her mouth, tinged by the remaining taste of her everything. Moving her mouth makes her mind slowly return from blissful sub space, yet her sharpened senses only bring a newfound warmth to her body at the notion of still being inside Yao Guang.

“I figured you’d be amazing… but,” Yao Guang buries her head between Evanescia’s still clothed breasts, her white shirt completely crumpled from their escapade.

“You already made me cum… too many times to count, you don’t need to keep the praise going,” Evanescia says, words feeling heavy in her mouth, yet Yao Guang’s presence and weight makes her want to speak, want Yao Guang to know she didn’t need to keep—

“Have you considered: I just like you, and the compliments are merely fact to me?” Yao Guang's words are muffled by Evanescia's chest, yet reaches her with complete and total accuracy.

“I just like you.”

Something warm and pleasant stirs in Evanescia’s chest. A feeling she doesn’t dare name only intensifies when Yao Guang smiles at her so earnestly, lazily gazing at her from between her breasts, still attached and trembling from the aftershocks of their shared pleasure. Yet, despite the warmth, and the smiles, the words leaving The Diviner's mouth carry far too many implications.

“You…”

“Feel free to run,” Yao Guang offers easily, yet the worry in her eyes needn’t words. “I won’t hold it against you.”

Fear and terror should flood her very being. The very feeling she fears, is now staring right into her soul. Yet, her wrung out and exhausted body, still finding comfort inside Yao Guang, refuses to let such feelings grip her.

“B-but I…”

“What? You thought us Xianzhou Generals only dine and dash?” Yao Guang teases, yet her eyes don’t change.

“I don’t… see why…” Evanescia struggles against the metal rings binding her wrists, despite knowing she doesn’t need her hands to escape in a burst of sakura. She takes a deep breath, the doubt starting to creep in now that the inferno was slowly coming back to a pleasant bonfire— A bonfire The General constantly seemed to stoke whenever she was around her. “Why you would settle for someone like me?”

New tears —sad ones, rather than pleasurable ones— fill her vision, not even their bodies together can cut through the sadness before—

Oolong tea.

Yao Guang is kissing her again. Soft, purposeful, as if tracing the sadness of her heart, finding it and plucking it away, petal by petal, before reaching a hand to cup her cheek, and wiping away the tears that streak it.

“My dear fox,” she begins as she separates their lips, yet stays flush against her sullied skin. “If I can divine any possible future, why do you think you are experiencing this?”

Evanescia’s heart jitters, the terrifying emotion she refuses to name finally unshackled.

“B-but you’ve barely just met me,” she tries, in vain.

“And yet I already have pointers on both of those fanged fantasies of your—“

“I- I don’t have to bite back!”

Yao Guang rolls her hips for emphasis, making Evanescia whimper from the pressure upon her still sensitive bud.

“I want you to bite harder.”

Evanescia moans at the darker tone of her lover, feeling her simmering core warm again, a boil threatening to reignite.

“Y-you do?” She squeaks out, cheeks burning as she can feel her abundant fangs grow into their natural size. Yao Guang’s eyes only linger on them for a moment, licking her lips as her ocean blue gaze returns to meet hers.

“And I also have pointers on your idea for a proposal. I prefer alexandrite for the ring, and you don’t have to sneak onto the Yuque… I’ll happily invite you aboard. And I promise I won’t divine which of the six spots you’ll pick.”

Evanescia feels a fluster not even Nihilux would be able to capture upon a page, an impossible red only matched by her racing heart and re-awakening branch of Abundance.

“H-how?” is all she manages as she instinctively wraps her leg around Yao Guang’s back.

“My darling, I need not be a diviner to know that you are the woman for me."

Evanescia’s heart explodes in a flurry of fluorescent colors, painting her with a smile. Her body is buzzing with love to rival that of Amphoreus, and her only outlet is diving in to reconnect her lips with Yao Guang’s.

They feel just as sweet, just as comfortable to sink into, if not better when tinged with—

“I love you,” she whispers as they pull away, the words she’d been denied for so long, now flowing as naturally as the river.

“I love you too, Evanescia,” Yao Guang replies with the most beautiful smile Evanescia has ever seen. Her heart blossoms, and she feels sakura leaves swirl around them, enveloping them in love.

“Now, do the petals mean you’re rearing for round two, or is that simply a tree inside of me?”

“I don’t know,” Evanescia giggles, mirth returning to her voice as she slips out of her binds.

“Why don’t you divine it?”

As A wise fox once said: "I decide the rules of the Gay!" (and then she rizzes up Yao Guang with her complete and utter girlfailure charm)

Source: Part 2/2 is HERE

Summary: “Did you foresee this?”

Yao Guang’s chuckle is the bell that tolls for her, turning already shaky legs into nothing but mush as a second gloved hand finds a sturdy, well defined hip. She tightens her hold on Yao Guang as if her life depends on it.

And in this very moment, it felt as if it might as well have.

“I thought I explained to you that the moment I gaze upon the future, that action alone can change it. And worse, sharing my findings will only risk locking woe into place.”

A bejeweled hand finds her cheek, gently guiding her gaze back to confident blues she didn’t realize she’d been avoiding.

“There are so many potential paths, like rivers running into an ocean. Ultimately, which one I end up cascading down is not always for me to know, until I am already plunging down it.” she breathes, knee sliding further forward, the pressure forcing a gasp from Evanescia’s lips as her eyes go wide.

Or, Evanescia appears in Yao Guang's room, and a sequence of sensual and earnest "honesties" follow. AKA, Yao Guang absolutely ravages her darling fox.

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A tree.

A wish.

A rush of petals.

A place.

A flash of colors.

A room not familiar.

A smooth voice.

"Miss Evanescia?"

It is filled with alluring poison invisible to the naked eye. She’s been trying to ignore how sweetly it felt upon her ears ever since the owner had first stepped into her realm.

"Yes, General?" she asks, as if there is no such quality to Yao Guang’s voice, even as the directionless wind blows away the last remaining sakura petals swirling around her, leaving her with naut but wit to defend herself.

Can the keen and ever observant general sense her tension? Or is the rise in her already high pitched voice enough to give it away?

She really hadn't meant to appear in The General's luxurious and surely fortified hotel room in Duomension City.

It isn't that she doesn't want to appear right here, standing at the entrance that was surely locked shut. She is but three steps away from the vast bed, framed by a beautifully hand-carved headboard befitting of the current resident's status. It’s just that her location is a complete coincidence— nothing else, absolutely nothing else to it.

While Evanescia's head runs into overdrive trying to explain away her sudden appearance, her train of thought is stopped by the owner of the voice she'd totally, absolutely, whatsoever not thought about ever since they last parted. Yao Guang is leaning her arms easily against the open windowsill, basking in a sun untainted by Shuhu. She looks relaxed, as if they hadn't partaken in averting a terrible disaster, and saving Planarcadia's people from a terrible fate. And yet, her back muscles tense for a moment, as if she really could sense Evanescia’s desire to correct her blundered appearance by darting from the beautiful scene in front of her.

"Would you stay a minute?" Yao Guang asks without looking back at her, a more careful tone to her voice, a hint of something... else. It reminds Evanescia of the tone she used when talking about herself, a rare flash of… vulnerability? Is The Slaughtering General truly capable of that?

Evanescia already has the answer to her own question, given to her when they'd last spoken in the courtyard.

She tries not to think about how that same gentleness she showed her back then is now on display again, and it makes something she thought long forgotten burn anew.

Had Yao Guang foreseen it all? Did she know what would happen before Evanescia had even made her decision mistake?

Evanescia wants to voice those very questions, to probe deeper into one of the most curious beings she’s ever met. After all, curiosity was natural to her. Yet, she isn't just fascinated enamored curious about her. There is something more than just her usual need to satiate her curiosity when it comes to this woman.

The flame catches on something, threatening to spread across her very being. Still, she can’t name it— she just can’t.

Yao Guang shifts her weight from one leg to the other, accentuating her alluring form perfectly defined by her well-fitting dress, the gathered blues and whites leaving ample amounts of strong legs to observe. Somewhere, past her eyes descent into what was surely a mix of awe and aesthetic... appreciation, Evanescia feels the fire starting to spread. Small fiery licks reach out across from her stomach, up her chest and nestling into what was once merely charcoal. It felt just like the first time she'd spoken to her… just like it had felt when a certain relaxing general had dozed off on the train, head gently laid on her shoulder.

Evanescia can’t help but swallow dumbly as she realizes she’s keeping the poor general waiting for an answer to her... request?

"My ticket is about to expire... if I miss the next train, I'll need a new one," Evanescia explains sheepishly, as if she hadn’t just suddenly appeared in front of her. Punctuating her sentence with an embarrassed laugh was simply something she did to help mask her horrendously bad lie, and perhaps a quick prayer to Aha too. No other reason.

After all, the most comfortable mask for those walking the path of elation was comedy.

Especially when you "accidentally" —through the power of your own wishpower— end up intruding on the one person that'd—

A chuckle cuts through her panicked thoughts.

"Is that what I, the mighty General Yao Guang, has become? A mere bank for any cute girl to reach into at their own convenience?"

Had Evanescia's legs always felt this wobbly?

The Mask.

"I thought the Xianzhou Yuque was well off?" Evanescia counters, putting a hand on her hip as she tilts her head to the side, ignoring how hot her cheeks feel.

Yao Guang elegantly turns around, the tail of her dress billows gracefully as it follows her movement. She wears that damned heart melting smile as potent blues, warm with mirth in the afternoon sun, finds her gaze.

"You know," Yao Guang drawls as she put one foot in front of the other, sauntering the distance that suddenly doesn’t feel like a luxurious rooms worth of space between them. "If you ever find yourself aboard my ship, charm doesn't work half as well as it does here."

Evanescia inhales sharply, trying to ignore how much oxygen Yao Guang is feeding the fire inside of her. She holds the cheerful smile plastered on as the ever so slightly shorter woman gets dangerously close, every perfect feature of her face taking up most of Evanescia’s view.

"G-good thing we're not on your ship, then," Evanescia squeaks, reeling back and trying to retreat into a surprisingly lukewarm, reinforced and sturdy door. It impedes any attempt to get away from the encroaching General’s hot breath tickling her skin.

“Good fortune indeed,” Yao Guang teases as a lazy hand hovers close to tights that’ve never felt tighter. The burning spreads further out and along her limbs, urging her to plunge into the dangers the General so clearly dangles in front of her. “You can get away, right?”

A shuddered exhale. Evanescia tries, she really tries to get her bearings. A being of her stature and experience shouldn’t fold under these kinds of circumstances.

And yet, the way The General— Yao Guang’s eyes fill with a softness as she lays out her own hesitation on full display, completely open to the possible rejection she now puts in Evanescia’s hands.

She nods, slowly, a quiet “yes” ghosts out of her mouth as the distance between them disappears.

A different kind of smile flickers past Yao Guang’s expression, a moment of relief before mirth returns to mask whatever had just flashed by.

Evanescia tries not to think about the mixture of excitement and wonderment the flicker causes, the way her heart— Evanescia is an arbitrator, a being meant to pass judgment and uphold rules! She hasn’t dictated her own wants in a way like this since—

“However, it is improper for a judge to involve herself with a supplicant.” Evanescia tries, keeps trying as she flexes her own arms to stop her hands from rushing to places she’s imagined ever since Yao Guang said those words to her.

“Yet, I was there… watching you become one. A sinner, isn't that what you called yourself? and need I remind you,” Yao Guang gently places her leg between Evanescia’s, not touching, just whispering the promise of what she could do, if Evanescia so wished it. “I am not a supplicant.”

The ghosting sensation of Yao Guang’s thigh is like a matchstick for the oxygen she breathes. Evanescia bites her lower lip as blood rushes downward, the constant reminder of where she came from —of what she was— tenses upwards. She swallows the moan as she grazes Yao Guang’s bare thigh, embarrassment beating out desire at the prospect that surely Yao Guang felt it, even if just momentarily. And as long as she doesn’t look down… She won’t notice how badly Evanescia yearns for the beautiful and considerate woman in front of her. But she cannot risk anything, she cannot indulge even if it would please—

She finds firmness in the shoulder she puts her gloved hand on, bracing herself against what threatens to be her undoing.

Leaning towards Yao Guang instead of the door, as she tries to tower over her by even the slightest of margins, it gives her a moment to breathe— even if she’s now even closer to those smooth looking lips...

She should run, let her petals envelop her and use her wishpower to return to her courtyard, to safety.

Yet, all she can do —all she wants— is to ask.

“Did you foresee this?”

Yao Guang’s chuckle is the bell that tolls for her, turning already shaky legs into nothing but mush as a second gloved hand finds a sturdy, well defined hip. She tightens her hold on Yao Guang as if her life depends on it.

And in this very moment, it felt as if it might as well have.

“I thought I explained to you that the moment I gaze upon the future, that action alone can change it. And worse, sharing my findings will only risk locking woe into place.”

A bejeweled hand finds her cheek, gently guiding her gaze back to confident blues she didn’t realize she’d been avoiding.

“There are so many potential paths, like rivers running into an ocean. Ultimately, which one I end up cascading down is not always for me to know, until I am already plunging down it.” she breathes, knee sliding further forward, the pressure forcing a gasp from Evanescia’s lips as her eyes go wide.

“E-even if one such weal would potentially come true,” she speaks fast, labored, as to not moan mid-sentence. Another hand finds the small of her back, the touch feeling electric through her white shirt tucked beneath her black skirt as Yao Guang pulls her close. Her hardening bud makes it impossible to even pretend as if Yao Guang isn’t terribly aware of the tent she is pitching. “I-I am still an abomination of The Abundance.“

“Not to me,” Yao Guang says confidently as her lips draws near, stoking the fire that threatens to blossom into an inferno. “You are proof that we can win… proof that we, just like The Aeons, can change into what we were meant to be.”

“B-but I’m still— I still have that.”

Evanescia tries to argue, tries to argue like they all did back when… Her mind has no time to spiral as Yao Guang pushes her body flush against Evanescia’s. Leaning into her growing embarrassment as anything but the warmth and her body and her smile is impossible to focus on.

“And I want a woman, I want you... The only one stopping me now, is my dear senior.”

The words melt away whatever hesitation remains, throwing her insecurities into a comforting pyre. Whatever fears she has festering from her past is immolated into ashes as she seeks Yao Guang’s lips.

They're soft, receptive, as if she’s immediately molding Evanescia’s to perfectly fit against her. Or perhaps, they were always meant to fit this well? A spike of arousal, ti feels as if electricity shots from Yao Guang’s lips right into her mind, sending it spinning with a pleasant buzz. The sensation makes the fire inside her roar as it spreads to where her blood is flowing the most. Her hold tightens on Yao Guang as to not immediately crumble at the plush and blissful sensation of lips continuing to meld together. 

She moans against Yao Guang, unable to deny just how good she feels.

Evanescia’s roughness pushes against Yao Guang’s stomach, stuck between their bodies as she aches. The friction only makes her breathe faster, wishing to needily cant her hips to chase more of the sensation.

A gentle prod against her lips is all it takes. A cautious request from Yao Guang that Evanescia can do naught but part for as she slides inside of her, exploring her mouth as Evanescia greets her tongue with her own. The tang of oolong tea mixes with their saliva.

Yao Guang’s hand slides down from her cheek and to her throat, stopping for a moment. Her hand pushes faintly against the momentary bulge as Evanescia swallows, as if to measure just how much she can wrap around it. Yao Guang arches her back, pushing further into Evanescia, the friction plunges her into deeper pleasures. The slight bump into the door barely registers as her her head floods with ecstasy at the sensation of Yao Guang’s hand tightening.

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Summary: “Admit it,” Yao Guang murmurs into the short space between where their breaths mingle, feeling the air shift when Evanescia’s catches in her throat. Her gaze rakes over the smaller girl’s form, pressed up against the sacred tree’s gold-veined wood and quivering like a leaf in nervous anticipation. “You brought me here so I could fuck you without an audience to watch me tear you apart.”

“Well?” She whispers, startling the already frail-hearted girl with each word she speaks. “Is that true, Miss Evanescia?”

Or: Yao Guang fucks Evanescia against the Ambrosial Arbor in the Phantasmoon Courtyard.

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Yao Guang’s heels elegantly drift along the reflecting pools below her, gaze sweeping over the imposing form of the Ambrosial Arbor.

She hasn’t been here often, of course, what with it only being her second time. Regardless, it truly is a magnificent sight no matter how many times she sees it.

“What’cha thinking about, general~?” A chirpy voice inquires, long rabbit-like ears popping out from Yao Guang’s side, followed by sweeping tufts of pink hair shortly after. Well there goes Yao Guang’s good mood.

“Wondering whether I should have stewed rabbit or honey-glazed fox for dinner after all this is over,” Yao Guang sighs vexingly in return.

Evanescia huffs beside her, hopping around and planting herself with firm dedication at Yao Guang’s feet. “First off, I am not a rabbit if that is what you were trying to imply!” She laments, stretching on her tiptoes to lean into Yao Guang’s personal space as far as she can go. “Second, that is awfully forward of you! We haven’t even had our first date yet and you are already having thoughts of eating me out? How scandalous.”

Yao Guang scoffs. “Eat you to finally quiet that constantly running mouth of yours, yes.”

“Aww, I thought you liked it when I talked back…” Yao Guang frowns at her pitiable tone. Despite saying this, Evanescia doesn’t look dejected at all. In fact she looks completely and foolishly pleased with Yao Guang’s answer, which only manages to irk her further. Evanescia hums out a cheerful melody, jumping away to place herself in front of the Ambrosial Arbor. Yao Guang follows at a more even pace. “We could’ve had that cute back and forth trope that couples always get into before a big moment, and then once I riled you up enough you would’ve had no choice but to pin me against a wall and—“

“That’s enough,” Yao Guang interrupts, jaw clicking. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what comes next in that sequence. Evanescia pokes out her tongue in an annoyingly childish manner. “There aren’t even any walls here.”

“I could always make one~” Evanescia says, a pout on her lips to combat the dirty scowl Yao Guang sends her way.

“You play a dangerous game, little fox.” Yao Guang places a hand on her hip, eyeing the relative distance between them. Although Evanescia seems to pride herself on being a nuisance, she wonders if there is some truth to her words. She wouldn’t be against laying with the girl after knowing as much as she does about her, but she might just need a little bit of a push to get her to say what she truly desires. “But I’d be willing to play, if that’s what you’re offering.”

Evanescia doesn’t respond immediately, watching in confusion as Yao Guang walks forward. She backs up in an effort to sustain the distance created between the two of them.

Amusement flickers in Yao Guang’s features as she watches Evanescia’s eyebrows knit together rather nervously, youthful complexion highlighting a rosy tint Yao Guang hadn’t noticed prior during their conversation. She takes another step, and begins her interrogation.

“Miss Evanescia, why don’t you tell me why we’re really here?”

Evanescia takes another careful step back and Yao Guang follows her. It’s a ritualistic kind of dance, one that Yao Guang has become accustomed to over the countless centuries tying her existence together in a neat little bow. She takes the lead. Her partner falls into line.

“Miss Yao Guang, that should hardly be a concern at this point,” Evanescia remarks shrewdly, but the tremble in her voice doesn’t go overlooked by Yao Guang, raising a curved eyebrow in suspicion. “What’s another private talk between a general and an abomination of abundance? Maybe I just wanted to get a little more closer to you, seeing as we’re such good friends now~”

Evanescia’s back hits the Ambrosial Arbor, an embarrassing yelp being torn from her throat when Yao Guang’s hand slams against the wood next to her head. “How much closer, exactly?”

With their close proximity, Yao Guang can pick apart how brilliant the blush adorning her cheeks truly is. Her face is aflame as she comes to realise that she is thoroughly pinned between the general of the Yuque and the very tree that Evanescia was born from. This close, Yao Guang can feel the way Evanescia’s warm breaths fan over her face. It smells like the milk tea she had shared with Yao Guang earlier.

“Admit it,” Yao Guang murmurs into the short space between where their breaths mingle, lost in the lilac hue of her eyes. She feels the air shift when Evanescia’s throat catches at the coarse sound of Yao Guang’s voice. Her gaze rakes over the smaller girl’s form, pressed up against the sacred tree’s gold-veined wood and quivering like a leaf in nervous anticipation. “You brought me here into the Phantasmoon Courtyard so I could fuck you without an audience to watch me tear you apart.”

A pitiful whimper escapes Evanescia’s trembling lips. Yao Guang lifts a finger to the plush flesh, soothing over her bottom lip with her thumb. Her jaw falls open easily, yielding to the gentle coaxing of Yao Guang’s lithe digits. She chuckles, then tilts her head and moves closer to that enticing opening.

“Well?” She whispers, startling the already frail-hearted girl with each word she speaks. “Is that true, Evanescia?”

Evanescia hesitates, glancing down at the way Yao Guang’s other hand has curled around her waist like a bird of prey. She continues to avoid Yao Guang’s gaze as she timidly mulls over her words, exhaling in gentle, rapid puffs against the general’s face. Yao Guang wants to swallow every breath until the only air Evanescia can muster is through her.

There’s a beat of silence. Then, Evanescia’s voice, almost too quiet for Yao Guang’s ears to pick up on, passes through the air.

“...yes.”

“Hmm? What was that?”

“Yes, okay?! Just–” Evanescia slaps a hand over her mouth, muffling the pathetic noises tumbling out of it, slowly beginning to increase in volume when Yao Guang’s curious fingers travel lower. “…Please do something.”

“Good girl,” Yao Guang purrs, finally closing the distance between them. Evanescia moans softly into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Yao Guang’s neck and pulling her flush against her body, shivering when Yao Guang’s knee grazes her thigh. Yao Guang’s tongue slides rather easily into the inviting heat of her mouth, humming pleasantly in contrast to the desperate pants filling her lungs.

When they separate for oxygen, a string of saliva and their shared, heavy breathing being the only thing that connects their lips, familiar heat settles in Yao Guang’s stomach when her gaze falls upon Evanescia’s eyes glazed over with lust. She comes to notice how low her hand has descended during their intimate moment, thumb riding over the folds in Evanescia’s skirt and dipping into the gap between her thighs. She hears Evanescia’s breathing hitch quite painfully in her throat. “That wasn’t so hard was it?”

Whatever flustered retort Evanescia was about to sputter out dies on her tongue, replaced with a surprised yelp when Yao Guang places a hand on her thigh, then swiftly lifts her leg over her shoulder without much preamble. She gives Evanescia a very deliberate once-over, looking as though she’d melt at any moment if Yao Guang were to let go of her. A humorous noise echoes in the back of Yao Guang’s esophagus, taking pity on the poor girl for wanting things that she simply can’t handle.

“Apologies,” Yao Guang softly begins, fingers trailing up Evanescia’s skirt as she talks, hoping it’ll help alleviate her nerves. “This isn’t going to be the most comfortable position to be in, seeing as you wanted to initiate in a place with no beds… Will you be alright?”

Evanescia gives a stiff, vigorous nod of her head. Yao Guang sighs, knowing Evanescia heard not a single word of what was said. With an exasperated shake of her head, she lets her hand slide up the plush curves of Evanescia’s ass, before taking hold of the hem of her leaden tights and pulling them down achingly slowly.

Yao Guang watches with a tad bit of ravenous desire as silk tantalisingly catches over the meat of her thighs with each leisurely tug. Aeons, the thought of sinking her teeth into that plush, velvety skin makes her body tingle with hunger. It’s that same kind of rush that has her dragging her hand over the tenderness of her flesh, squeezing wherever she can and drawing out gorgeously breathy noises from the girl below her.

As fun as it would be to prolong Evanescia’s suffering, Yao Guang is also painfully aware of how impatient she herself is the longer she spends not touching Evanescia where she wants, where she needs it. She wastes no time in hooking her fingers under the silky material of her panties, letting it join the tights bunched up at her thighs.

Yao Guang can feel Evanescia’s calves tremble around her, suddenly overcome with an almost uncharacteristic softness. She presses her lips to Evanescia’s neck, whispers a warning into her ear and tells her to brace herself against her if she must. Then, she plunges a finger into the sopping wet heat of her pussy.

The whine of pleasure that comes out of Evanescia’s mouth is heavenly. She tightens her arms around her in earnest.

Yao Guang has never been the most gentle of lovers, especially when introduced to a brat that only chooses to egg Yao Guang on at the worst of times. The beginning is gentle enough, by her standards. She allows Evanescia to adjust to the feeling of a cold, slender index breaching past her folds, but she’s so wet to the point where Yao Guang barely needs to move because of how greedily her soaking cunt just sucks her in.

Yao Guang laughs haughtily into her ear, unable to keep herself from teasing the poor girl. “Dear, how long have you been this wet for me? Had I known you were willing to present yourself so shamelessly, I would have shut that impudent mouth of yours myself long ago.”

Evanescia doesn’t respond– Well, more like she can’t with how Yao Guang is treating her. She gives Evanescia a second to learn how to breathe again, before driving the entirety of her index down her clenching walls. Evanescia pulsates violently around her, and the back of her head hits wood as she thrashes and moans wantonly into the open air. Yao Guang attaches her lips to the branches of a vein throbbing beneath her neck, sucking a dark bruise into her skin.

“M– More…” Evanescia blabbers mindlessly, thoughts and actions overtaken by that supremely starved emotion called lust. “I can take it… I– Nghh…!”

Evanescia words peter off into another embarrassing noise when Yao Guang obliges immediately, uncurling her middle finger and thrusting both in wicked, jagged movements. Yao Guang can feel Evanescia’s cum spurting down her wrist as she cries out, her hips shifting to move on their own accord in a desperate attempt to meet the relentless pace Yao Guang sets.

“Hah… Ah, G– General, slow down…!” Evanescia pants, rocking back and forth around the hand stretching her open. “I– Mnngh… won’t last long if you keep… A– Ah!”

Yao Guang manages to push in a third finger past her coated slit, and Evanescia screams. She’s learning to keep up, Yao Guang will give her that, though the rhythm she’s chosen is irregular and messy in contrast to Yao Guang’s powerful, direct thrusts hitting every spot inside of her just right. She’s losing her mind, drenching the entirety of Yao Guang’s hand in her cum, and she hasn’t even gotten to the best part yet.

As her walls flutter around Yao Guang’s skin and her voice breaks from the variety of lewd noises being punched out of her throat, likely on the precipice of completely coming undone, Yao Guang retracts her fingers with a cruel sweep of her wrist. Evanescia’s lashes flutter into a star-struck blink, still trying to connect her mind back to her body as she slowly realises what just happened.

She looks beautiful like this, Yao Guang thinks. Face flushed and tears spilling past her porcelain cheeks from the pure pleasure she’d just received, only to have it ripped away from her during the final stretch.

“M– Madam Yaooo…” She sobs pathetically, hips gyrating and clenching around nothing, and Yao Guang has to admit that the title does send a certain kind of delicious hunger through her. It seems as though Evanesica would really begin crying if Yao Guang didn’t pump her full of her fingers again. “Please, please, please let me cum…! I’ll be good, I promise–”

“Patience, pet.” Yao Guang forces her back against the golden-veined wood, rewarded with a gasp that barely makes it out of her lips before Yao Guang’s mouth is on her again. She presses their hips together and grinds down, swallowing each and every sound that escapes Evanescia’s mouth until she’s left without oxygen to spare. She finally pulls away to let them both breathe, though not without dragging her teeth along Evanescia’s bottom lip. Oh, the whine that comes out of her is nothing short of angelic. “You’ll get your reward soon enough.”

Yao Guang takes in the absolutely ruined expression of Evanescia’s before sliding gracefully down to her knees, letting her dress billow out beside her as she kneels. She pulls down Evanescia’s tights the rest of the way, shrugging the leg off her shoulder before getting as comfortable as she can in a place with a ground that ripples at the slightest touch. “Hold your skirt up. With both hands,” she says, putting emphasis on that last command for personal reasons. “And hold tight. I want to see your face when you break beneath my tongue.”

Evanescia whimpers, doing as she’s told in jittery little movements, and Yao Guang praises her as compensation for being so obedient. She even parts her legs as an enticing offer, shivers skittering up her exposed calves as Yao Guang moves her head closer, bringing up a hand to stabilize the girl as her gaze falls on the very thing she’s been waiting for throughout this entire interaction.

Her pussy is still dripping wet from her previous barrage of attacks, but now Yao Guang can see just how pretty it is. Pink and pale and coated with translucent slick from the inside out that makes Yao Guang’s mouth water. Evanescia bares all of herself for Yao Guang to unravel, delicate and needy and so very compliant, and who is Yao Guang to not humbly accept the extravagant feast before her?

Yao Guang slots herself between Evanescia’s thighs, flicking her eyes up to meet Evanescia’s, barely able to look at her head-on lest her knees buckle and she accidentally sits on Yao Guang’s face instead. Yao Guang proudly notes that position for another time.

Yao Guang smirks up at her, unsure if Evanescia can even see past the tears blurring her eyes. She presses a gentle kiss to her engorged clit, earning a delightful shudder and shift of Evanescia’s hips. Her mouth falls open, exhaling into the beautiful opening nestled between Evanescia’s thighs, before laying her tongue flat against her cunt and giving a long, drawn-out lick to really taste her.

Really, Yao Guang could get high off the taste of her alone.

“Madam Yao,” Evanescia sighs sweetly into the air, threading her hands through polyester and trembling as she grasps it above the general’s head like the submissive little fox that she is. Yao Guang hums in response, lavishing her sleek pussy and putting on as much of a show as she can for her dear Evanescia. Spit and cum dribble down her chin in wet streaks, and she does try her best to gather it all on her tongue, but Aeons does Evanescia pour out a waterfall. She’s almost flattered at how much is coming out of her when Yao Guang’s just barely started eating her out.

She trains her eyes on Evanescia’s form above her, as hard as it is to see past fabric and sweat. Evanescia’s mouth has permanently fallen open, unable to conceal any of the sweet moans ripped from her lungs, elongated fox ears twitching wildly as though they’d pop right off her head. She screams out Yao Guang’s name, hips beginning their gentle bounce against Yao Guang’s face. Yao Guang drinks her up happily, almost suffocating beneath her divine pussy as she slams her hips harder and harder down to meet the deep unforgiving curls of Yao Guang’s tongue. Yao Guang inhales the heady smell of sex that wafts through her nose, making her nails dig into the flesh of Evanescia’s hip as a silent command to keep going.

Yao Guang can tell she’s close by the ceaseless rocking of her hips, movements becoming increasingly more irregular as she attempts to chase her own high. Yao Guang holds her hip in a death grip, while she moves her free hand below the pink-haired Arbitrator. As she wraps her lips around Evanescia’s neglected clit, she manages to slide two fingers inside of her sopping cunt, and pumps them in and out. Yao Guang is suddenly thankful that no one else can enter the Phantasmoon Courtyard at this moment once she realises how the obscene squelching noises paired with Evanescia’s lewd sounds of pleasure makes for quite the noisy show. She looks up at Evanescia as she laps at her succulent pussy, taking in the view through a curtain of fluttering eyelashes. And what a view it is.

Evanescia’s head is thrown back against wood, pupils dilated with hot, pleasured tears staining her cheeks, jaw slack as she cranes her neck to meet Yao Guang’s eyes, barely able to keep her own open. But what really captivates Yao Guang is the way her eyes flash gold when she orgasms, a curious sight to behold, yet utterly enchanting nonetheless. Yao Guang finds she can’t take her eyes off of her as she spasms around her. She ruts against Yao Guang’s persistent tongue, fingers clawing at Yao Guang’s pale shoulders and leaving prominent red marks in her wake. Her pussy squirts out copious amounts of sweet fluids that run down Yao Guang’s throat, and she has a hard time trying to gulp it all down, juices sticking to her chin or painting her cheek white instead.

A mess has been made on her face, she knows that much, yet she can’t bring herself to care. Not when the girl responsible for it positively glows in the aftermath of sex. Yao Guang tenderly removes her lips from the sensitive bundle of nerves, and stands on her own two feet, wiping off the cum coating her chin. She isn’t so heartless as to let Evanescia fall once there’s no one there to hold her legs up, so she does lay her against the trunk of the Ambrosial Arbor, resting her palm against her hip to keep her upright.

It’s only when she gazes into the entirely dazed expression of Evanescia’s that she decides to tease her a little, fingers still stubbornly clinging to the fluttering walls of Evanescia’s sex.

Yao Guang brushes the tip of her thumb against Evanescia’s clit, pressing down just to be a little cruel and reveling in the pitiful whines falling from the girl’s glossy lips. Evanescia clamps her thighs together in hopes of relieving the pressure irritating her overstimulated core, pants increasing in pitch as Yao Guang continues to mercilessly flick her wrist and deepen the extent of her fingers. She breathes a delighted chuckle when Evanescia tries to meet her half-way with a lacklustre roll of her hips, body coming to life again as she desperately still tries to prove herself, and finally removes her hand from where it tormented the poor fox girl.

Yao Guang helps pull up her panties and tights so she isn’t completely mortified when she leaves the Courtyard in favour of cleaning herself. The general lifts her untainted hand to gently ruffle the fluffy pink hair atop her partner’s head, letting it bob up and down with every stabilizing intake of breath. She hums, pleased. “What a good little fox you were for taking me so well. That was a taste of our future endeavors together, should you wish to continue in this little escapade of ours.”

Evanescia’s body had been ethereally flushed throughout their time together, yet somehow, the bright blush that dusts her cheeks now is one that Yao Guang will find difficult to forget.

“That…” Evanescia begins, desperately trying to flounder for words even as her heart trembles violently. “Oh, Aeons. Please take me out to dinner first before you decide to destroy all feeling in my legs, General Yao Guang!”

Yao Guang chuckles at that. She presses a gentle kiss to Evanescia’s lips, earning a muffled whimper of surprise. “It’s not my fault you’re so delectable, my dear pink fox. I just had to eat you up one of these days.”

Evanescia pouts, still trying to regain her breath. Cute. “You didn’t have to be so rough, though! I’ve never done something like that before!” She glances away, muttering to herself in a dramatic tone of voice in an attempt to make Yao Guang pity her. And pity she would’ve given for making Evanescia’s first time be so intense, if the girl hadn’t so clearly enjoyed being treated in such a way. “I only read about this kind of thing in a few X-rated The Fluffy fanfics, and the first times I read about are always depicted as being a magical experience…”

“Oh?” Yao Guang tilts her head, unimpressed, though she can’t help the smirk that curls her lips. “So you’re saying this little interaction wasn’t magical enough for you?”

Evanescia freezes up suddenly. “W– Well, that’s…” she stutters out, eyes darting every which way except at Yao Guang, before she crosses her arms defiantly. “Do not go putting words into my mouth! I– I liked that! A lot! Thank you!”

Yao Guang hides a satisfied smile beneath the back of her hand. “I thought as much, but wonderful news nonetheless.”

Evanescia sulks, doing her best at maintaining an intimidating glare that only makes Yao Guang want to lick her clean again. Yao Guang boops Evanescia’s nose, pointedly avoiding the arousal that sparks through her at the thought. She doesn’t know if the little fox will be able to handle something like that again within such a short time, so it would be best not to test the limits of her refractory period. After all, good things come to those who wait.

“If dinner is what you want, then I’ll be happy to oblige.” At this, Evanescia perks up, seemingly forgetting about the finger pressed condescendingly against her nose. “Though, you do plan on footing your side of the bill, correct?”

Evanescia’s ears flick absently, as if she just then thought of a brilliant idea. She drops her arms down on either side of her body, before squeezing them together to bring more attention to the robustness of her chest. Her head tilts in a way vaguely reminiscent of a cat doing its best to emulate puppy dog eyes, and she even rubs her thighs together as further motivation. “Actually… Do you think I could pay you back through… other means?”

This time, Yao Guang is well and truly unimpressed. The fact that Evanescia was willing to stoop as low as using her body for free food was simply preposterous. Yao Guang flicks her forehead, ignoring the way she yelps in protest. “Don’t push your luck, fox. If you truly do not have any money to spare, then I’ll buy for the both of us.”

Evanescia brightens, immediately dropping her poor attempt at acting provocative. “Really?! Oh, you will not regret it!”

Her excitement almost sends her flying when she forgets the activities her legs have undergone, quivering dangerously beneath her weight when she jumps away from the Ambrosial Arbor’s trunk. Luckily, Yao Guang’s there to catch her, deftly slinging her arm over her shoulders as soon as her knees begin to buckle. Laughter bubbles in her chest at the embarrassed expression on Evanescia’s face once she realised her blunder.

Yao Guang gently blows directly into one of Evanescia’s long bunny-like fox ears, adoring the way her little fox jerks her head back when it twitches. There’s a gentle smile on her face when Evanescia meets her eyes again, crimson flush high on her cheeks as she coyly regards the general.

“I know I won’t.”

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This is Resposted due to it being removed again by reddit filters. Now as you see there is no links to a certain pictures as i suspect the reason being removed by reddit filters is because they don't like websites like "Joyreactor" being mentioned. (Type Joyreactor Evernight to find out where i got the pictures from because i cant type the link it or else reddit's filters are gonna flag it for removal)

Summary: Amphoreus was possibly the greatest trailblazer journey March had ever gone on. But it was also the one that took the most out of her, including her confidence in herself.

However, Amphoreus was also a land of rediscovery for March and one such discovery would decide to remind March just how much she's truly loved, in the most direct means available to her

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For a long while, March thought that no matter what she would face, no matter what came her way, as long as she could remind herself of who she was and the charm she carried that she would be able to pull through. And that should she ever need help, her partners would always be there for her.

That last part hadn't changed. Not one bit. But... after Amphoreus... March couldn't help but ponder what if she really was doomed? What if she didn't have Evernight? Would she still be trapped there? A ghost forever doomed to wander and eventually be forgotten by everyone she loved? Would Dan Heng and Stelle have ever found her?

W-would she have ever seen her girlfriends again? What if it happened again? Could she bear knowing that because she wasn't strong enough, Robin, Firefly and Stelle all would never see her again? That she would have disappeared into the wind like so many people did over Amphoreus's long struggle.

And in all of that what did she do? Get caught up between a bunch of Aeons, lose track of her family, make them worried sick and then force her dark but strangely loving alternate side to come out to save her...

If she were in Stelle's shoes could she have possibly managed to save everyone? Could she have even been able to find Stelle? Nowadays... she wasn't really sure. Even as she tried to greet herself with a smile in the mirror, like she always did in her room.

"Smile for the Camera!" She tried to say out loud, but her voice turned brittle and hollow near the end. She just couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something more she could have done that maybe if she wasn't so useless-

'Alright, Enough of this blasphemy. Come with me and fall back into the sea of oblivion. I await you~'

A new voice pushed through the chatter of her mind and immediately she knew exactly who it was.

"E-Evernight?"

'The one and only. I cannot promise you that you'll be free from your worries, but I wouldn't mind helping you dismantle their hold over you, little lady.'

Trying not to blush she looked in the mirror to find Evernight almost seeming like she was giving March a kiss. A-and... where were her hands going? Why did she feel... so warm all over.

'So what's it going to be? Mind coming back to my domain for a bit?'

As she pondered her options... she couldn't deny that out of all of them, being with Evernight couldn't be that bad. After everything that happened, it seemed like they understood each other on a better level... right?

"O-Okay... how do I get there?" March answered back, as she felt a hand trace her cheek, followed by a tug on her back. One that quickly sent her falling and falling into the recesses of her mind as vision faded out.

By the time she came too, the first thing she noticed was that she was completely nude on some kind of bed. Her dress was gone and her hands and arms seemed to be pushed above her head. The second thing she noticed... was Evernight, looking over her from the side, her body similarly undressed as she turned around and climbed atop March, stopping directly in front of her face as March found herself blushing immensly as Evernight got ever closer.

"Why, welcome back March... it's good to have you here again. Away from so many prying eyes and away from your most cruelest thoughts." Evernight spoke, her tone soft and measured as March felt her fingers tracing her body from between her chest to her lips. Her touch felt... icy but familiar as the finger on her lips made her feel warm once she had gotten used to the icy touch.

"Mfmm... u-uhh hi! S-sorry if I haven't been keeping in touch-"

"Oh enough of that. Even if you don't need me to actively be around, I'm always going to be there for you. Especially in your most personal times of crisis." Evernight interrupted, another touch of her fingers making March want to keep quiet, as instead she felt her body heating up seeing Evernight's legs entagle with hers as March felt extremely aware of just how badly she wanted to touch herself again but how Amphoreus had taken the energy out of her. Along with everyone else.

"Tsk Tsk, just relax a little, okay? I'll make sure you get loved the way you deserve." Evernight added, planting a kiss to March's cheek as the nameless shuddered, the affection warm and yet exhiliarating. Something that didn't change even as Evernight's kisses moved from her cheeks, to her lips, to then her nape, to her shoulders, to openly leaving marks between her chests, tickling her with kisses to her tummy and then effortlessly teasing her cave with kisses all along her inner thighs. "After all there's so much of you to love, adore and savor."

"A-ahha... Mgmm!!" March moaned, as the flat of Evernight's tongue pressed against her cave making her feel hot inside her.

"You still sing so beautifully every time someone shows you the love you deserve. Allow me to indulge then in more of your heavenly singing, Miss March~" Evernight whispered, licking her lips as March felt herself melting under her other self's ever lick and every kiss. Electricity jolted through her body as Evernight's tongue pushed into March's inner walls.

"Mhm!! O-oh... y-yes...!! Ahh!!" March moaned and gasped, her legs locking around Evernight's head as she could feel herself drooling her mind slipping into a comfortable subspace. Like she often did... with Stelle.

"Thinking about your little star again March? I understand. She is one of the few people who's truly tried to explore everything with you. And given how many kisses she's left on you... I'm sure that she finds oh, oh so much to love about you through every day." Evernight spoke, her words lulling March into another sweet memory.

One where she was in Stelle's room, after having finished up the War Dance festival. She still remembered being dragged into bed by Stelle and how quickly and yet naturally things escalated from love to them solidfying a bond that kept her from going insane, day in and day out.

But... she wasn't here right now. None of the people she called her lovers were. Right now, it was just her and Evernight. Her stalwart protector. Her destructive savior. Someone who would do anything to make her happy. The thought made March feel... both protected and yet terrified. Though as time went on, the terror seemed to ease out as she learned more and more about her current companion.

"I'm sure you find this scene familiar?" Evernight asked, her eyes seeming to emit a flash as March found herself in Stelle's room, lying down on her bed. Her head between her legs as she lovingly licked and kissed her along her clit. Each second the pleasure got stronger. Each moment she felt like she was melting away in Stelle's capabled hands as her hands held up her thighs.

And in between it all, were those same loving praises that made March melt each time. Whether it was her kissing her all over her body, taking special care to mark out her thighs, her tummy, her cheeks and nape, or it was her whispering all the ways she loved her. Like how she loved cuddling her from behind and burying her head in March's hair. How she had come to enjoy her icy touch whenver it was too hot and how in turn she was prepared to blaze as hot as she needed to let her feel warm whenever it was too cold.

Or it was about all the antics they got upto. How they would secretly sneak out at night on the Express to click photos of the journey they took along the galaxy or all the times they would co-ordinate an outfit for Pom Pom to wear, or the times they would just fiddle around playing games together.

All of them such precious memories, all of them interspersed between Evernight's touch matching Stelle's as her tongue continued to mark March's cave, leaving her twitching and moaning as each moment flashed in her mind until eventually she could hold out no more and she came, her mind erupting in warmth, pleasure and lust as she gasped out Stelle's name, her shaking body almost melting into the bed as she felt her head be cradled by Evernight who seemingly smiled as she traced her lips down to her now throughly drenched slit, wantonly licking her essence as she sighed.

"It's truly adorable seeing how happy you are with her. It makes me oh so jealous that I can't do the same. But nonetheless, your memories of her are true. Even as I went looking through your mind, these ones burst through so clearly. You need her touch again don't you? A reminder of just how much she cares about you yes?"

March found herself blushing as she couldn't bring herself to say the words, merely nodding instead, as Evernight's gaze lowered until she met March's face to face. All while her other self cupped her cheeks and stared into her soul.

"Not good with words right now? That's okay. We have plenty of time. And besides it's not like your memories with Little Miss Stellaron are the only ones you cherish. After all... there's still two more who you've entrusted your heart to." Evernight whispered, as her hands moved to interlock with March's before pulling her close until she was practically able to feel Evernight's own heart beating against her chest. "Focus on that heartbeat March. A certain hunter is waiting to test it."

Her mind immediately turned towards that sensation as it grew louder and louder until it drowned out everything in her mind. And when it finally did, she felt it stop as a new scene emerged. One of a gym. One where for once... she wasn't alone. As to her side was Firefly gently nudging her along to join her for some exercise.

She could still remember the day clearly. Stelle had to handle some matters on the Radiant Fledspar, leaving just her and Firefly together. At Robin's bequest they were able to book a visit to the gym at the Reverie Hotel and soon enough, they found themselves in a private room with all kinds of equipment to train.

Of course the most March was interested in was stretching, some basic endurance training and maybe a little acrobatics while Firefly wanted to test her body's limits and needed a spotter. It was a great arrangement, one that left March with many views and many a image of Firefly in fully gym attire making it hard for March not to swoon watching her push herself to the limits.

At some point she stopped noticing to anything other than Firefly. And at some other point, Evernight snuck up behind her and surprised her with a flick of her ears, followed by her helping stretch out her back. Or at least... she thought it was Evernight?

Turning around however, she found the person staring up at her... was Firefly.

"W-wha?"

"Oh come on, don't tell me you're already getting so mixed up inside your memories? Did you forget? Almost everything that happens here has already happened to you before. By their hands, March. All I'm doing is following their script~" Evernight teased, as she felt a ghostly caress against her cheek, followed by a kiss from Firefly that set March's mind ablaze.

Especially when she heard the whisper that came from Firefly afterwards.

"Hang in there just a little longer March and I'll have a reward for you." Firefly promised, as she continued to press down on her, making her back cry out as she felt her body be pressed to it's limit. But crucially, not past it. Firefly knew exactly when to back down and when she did? The relief almost beat the reward that was to come.

At least... until March felt herself be rolled onto her back and have her legs pressed against her shoulders, while Firefly's arms kept her pinned and ready. March felt her breath quicken as she could feel Firefly adjusting her hips against her now dripping slit. Somewhere along the dream her clothes had once again faded, leaving her nude to her girlfriend's affections.

By the time the first thrust came, spreading open her walls, March could feel her mind beginning to melt. Firefly's cock was probably the biggest thing she had ever taken, and it's every thrust made it abundantly clear as each thrust left her moaning and gasping as she felt her voice grow hoarse from the sheer ecstasy.

Each push made her walls spread out further. Each press against her skin made her body erupt into warmth as March could feel Firefly's sheer flames with each thrust. As a smooth rhythm begun to form, her wanton gasps and moans turned to, in Evernight's words a song, one which seemed to charm Firefly into going even faster and faster until March's ability to speak melted along with the pleasure.

By that point, March had already felt her body give in to it's lust once already, practically coating Firefly's cockwith her essence, but her partner wasn't finished. And neither was she. She remembered wanting more and getting exactly that from Firefly. Soon enough she was rolled onto her chest and then picked up, Firefly's hands keeping March's legs behind her head as Firefly's strap now pushed upwards slamming into March's cave once more as she found herself unable to do much more mumble and moan out Firefly's name drunkenly.

"You look so cute, like that... utterly blissed out and lost amidst the pleasure. No wonder Miss Firefly's unique nature and control over her body makes you desire her so carnally. Even beyond your romantic bond, she truly reminds you just how good it is to submit~" Evernight teased, March's face blushing a little amidst the pleasure addled smile plastered onto her face from Firefly's relentless thrusts.

This position made her entire body feel sore when she was done. Partly from how passionate Firefly was and partly because of the ways Firefly would fold her on herself while making her mind break. And as she felt her mind snap once more, her body surrendering completely to lust once more, she remembered the kisses Firefly left her all along this process. She remembered the words Firefly used to describe her. She remembered all the ways Firefly loved her.

"Even on my darkest and dreariest days... you make me feel so alive and present. Stelle makes my world feel brighter and Robin reminds me to always hold onto hope... but you? You remind me how much more life can be when you push yourself to be more than a survivor. I love you March... let me show you exactly that." Firefly whispered, as March pulled herself back to meet her lips.

As they kissed, March felt the entire world around her fade until it was just them together, sharing each other's love. By now the fire inside her had long since turned into a bonfire and as March could feel Firefly's thrusts getting deeper and slower, she could feel her body melting once more, practically shuddering as her eventual release came closer and closer with each thrust until.

Firefly sensing March's body reaching it's limit, sped up. Unable to resist Firefly's passion any longer, March merely let herself moan and gasp, her tongue hanging out her mouth as she could no longer will herself to be silent as her partner pushed her further and further until she came one more time.

This time her speech was barely coherent, her words garbled as pleasure erupted all along her body. Her cave was left throughly drenched before being filled by Firefly's own, as she could feel herself growing warmer by the second. All while, Firefly brought her down onto a bench gently and kissed her along her nape, cheeks and forehead before pulling in March close for the tighest yet safest squeeze of her life.

"My, my. It seems Firefly has such a hold over you, that you almost forget that she isn't actually here yet. You miss her greatly, don't you?"

"Nghh... Y-yes... I... ah.... miss her a lot." March admitted, blushing as she felt the aftershocks of her orgasm still make her body shudder and shake as Evernight helped her rest.

"Alas, time and space brings your paths away from each other, but I know how much you cherish the time you get with her. I hope you'll get a chance to meet her very soon." Evernight sighed, smiling as she caressed March's cheek.

As she felt herself laying back down onto the bed, her body buzzing all over with heat, she still felt like she could go for one more, that maybe she could hold out for one last release. A hunger that Evernight noticed immediately.

"My my, aren't you a naughty girl, huh March? Still got room for one more? Then let's finally meet the last of your partners. The one who surprised you the most with her truest desires~" Evernight whispered, her every word sending shivers down March's spine as her finger danced along her back.

As her touch plunged her back into memoria, she found herself sitting on a very comfortable chair, her arms bound behind her while her legs lay spread wide open. All while a pair of hands traced her body like she was some kind of painting.

"E-Evernight?"

"Thank you, so much for indulging me like this March... I can't tell you how nervous I was setting this up!" Came a different voice, one as sweet as honey from whom melodies could come as easily as breathing.

It was Robin and March knew exactly she was. She was in the grand hotel, in a private room at Robin's invitation. After having fallen in love and getting to know each other quite intimately, Robin decided to take things one step further and trusted March with one of her most personal desires.

And when she took up that offer, she helped facilitate that desire.

A desire to tie March up, and lavish her with love and praise, all while Robin got to work pleasing her with everything she had. From using her voice to get her mind worked up, to using her fingers and tongue to set her already inflamed desires on fire, to bringing her to climax with a kiss after having sufficiently pleasured her, Robin's plan lay in front of March like an open book.

It did nothing to lessen how good it felt in the moment.

A moment that would now repeat as like before, she felt Robin's lips dance along her skin, sending sparks along her body. As she sat there, shaking in her seat, she could feel each kiss leave it's mark on her, a permanent message of Robin's love, a reminder that no matter what she would always love her dearest March.

A message that she had gotten several times over from Evernight, as she could feel her form shift in between the illusion as her other self also left kisses along her body.

"Hnghh... f-feels good..." She moaned out as Robin's wings fluttered as she kept going, pushing deeper and further as March threw her head back against the chair. The more she tasted, the more March could feel her body turn to jelly. "Mmfmm... ha... ahhh!!"

'Gods you're so sweet, I can eat you alive all night~' Evernight whispered making March's cheeks flush pink as she tried to look down at Robin eating her out, only for a brush of her clit to send her spiralling back into tne abyss of pleasure. 'Its so cute hearing you think amidst the lust. Or rather your cute attempts. Especially when we know how effortlessly Robin emptied your mind before making you cum.'

March's faced turned deep red remembering that moment. How she remembered Robin checking in with her as she was tied up and flustered and asking for permission for something special that may have involved a bit of harmonic tuning. One that involved her maybe going a little mindless when Robin began singing a particular song.

One that Evernight replicated almost perfectly, as March felt her world going hazy as all that remained was her and Evernight, her other self holding her face up with a hand to her chin. As she stared into Evernight's eyes with her own, she could barely notice the room around her, as her entire focus was swallowed by her mistress.

Her touch sent shivers across her body, her fingers made her feel like her mind was on fire and all of that was before the kisses came. The feeling of her mistress's lips along her chest, teasingly sucking her along her nips was everything she could think of. From the way her tongue danced along her body, to Robin's lips leaving little kisses as she went lower and lower, each one making her mind snap just a little further until eventually.

"My favorite. I love you so much March~" Robin whispered, before pressing her lips against her now soaked slit as she began to eat her out. Soon enough pleasure clouded her mind leaving her completely empty of anything other than lust and pleasure. All while her mistress carried on, her tongue pushing into her walls, as sparks of pleasure jolted her body, making her legs turn to jelly as she moaned and gasped, barely able to string together a coherent thought before the next explosion of pleasure left her too lustdrunk to think.

March almost didn't even notice when she began to cum, only noticing as she felt her lower half burning up, as her legs shuddered and she struggled against her bonds, only to be kept perfectly pliant as her release soaked Evernight's tongue, her mistress lapping each and every drop, all while coaxing out every last bit of pleasure from the girl's now thoroughly exhausted body.

As her body went limp in the chair, she could barely notice Evernight's form shifting back to Robin's as she felt her girlfriend kiss her all over again, this time going from her legs to her chest and eventually dotting her faces with the sweetest, softest kisses she could muster, finally ending with one on her lips.

Unlike all the passionate kisses she had experienced before with Stelle or Firefly, Robin's was more like an inviting call, a gentle reminder that there was always a place for March in Robin's embrace, that wherever she would go, her partner would always be there for her to fall into. To always allow her to indulge in the pleasure that harmony could bring and to always know that she was connected to the people she loved.

And as Robin pulled away, March couldn't feel the pull of her doubts and fears anymore. All she could feel was the same lingering love she always did from all the people she loved. From Stelle, from Firefly, from Robin. But also... from Evernight, who as Robin disappeared from her view, returned, putting her right back into their room, as walked ever closer, her nude form still so ethereal and so beautiful...

"Hmph, admiring yourself? Maybe I gave you a little too big of a head with all of this~" Evernight teased, putting a finger to her nose as March's half lidded eyes tried to catch her gaze. "Then again, I've always heard self love is a good thing to remember. I hope you did too, after this little trip down memory lane."

"Mm... I... t-thank you Evernight. I'm glad I have you with me..." March admitted, her cheeks turning red as Evernight caressed her cheeks with a dreamy smile.

"Oh the pleasure's all mine. After all, I was always here for you March. Whenever you need me, in however way is necessary~" Evernight whispered, passing a kiss to her forehead that made her feel so warm inside as if she was about to cum another time. "My my, save some for the rest of your partners March~"

"Hm? S-save some?" March muttered out, as Evernight giggled before shushing her with a finger and planting another kiss to her cheek that left her spiralling downwards until slumber came to her.

When she came to... she wasn't greeted by Evernight. But rather three very naked and very horny women in her room. Three women who March had just spent the last few hours fantasizing about with Evernight's help.

"U-uhm... H-hi..."

"Gods you had me so worried! I got a text from you that you needed some urgent help with something and I rushed over immediately!!" Stelle started, her arms folded and she pouted, her rather erect cock bertraying her obvious desire.

"Ahaha... uh.. w-when did I send this message?" She stammered out, her cheeks turning pink as she could faintly here Evernight giggling in the recesses of her mind.

"Oh about... two sol hours ago? I even requested a priority excursion given how the picture you took seemed to have you... well, much like this. All tied up and waiting for someone to 'give you what... you need?'" Firefly added, her own erect cock leaving March shuddering but also struggling to hold back just how wet seeing them allwas making.

"Aw, I recieved a simple message that you missed me, so I checked if I had my schedule open for a trip to the Express and I did! And in doing so, I found both of you as well! Now... how about we make the best of this opportunity and waste no further time?" Robin added, her angelic beauty leaving March practically drooling as she imagined all the ways she intended to make March service her.

Or rather, how all of them would be leaving her tonight probably feeling just as fulfilled and lust drunk physically as she was mentally by Evernight just now. Looking down at her restraints, she even noticed what seemed to the faint marks of Evernight's jellyfish's keeping her nice and pliant by leaving her body just where it needed to be for all her partners to have all the room they needed to make March theirs.

But after everything she had been through over the last few months? Maybe that was everything she needed.

March is such a lucky girl, got basically four gfs on call at any time to remind her just how precious and loved she is. But she deserves it, especially after everything Amphoreus put her through

This is Resposted due to the fact that Seals (Xianzhou seals that the ten lords used) are not considered Bra's in breast and was removed. And removed again due to reddit filters.

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Summary: There was nothing else that mattered, in this moment. No life-threatening worries, no warring factions, no intersocial drama, nothing. Just March and Firefly, savoring each other — the former let out a soft sigh against Firefly's skin as she nestled her face into her neck, two-toned eyes sliding closed, letting her girlfriend's warmth curl around her, a comforting blanket, the kind that reminded her of quiet nights on the Express, curled up on the couch and watching a movie.

"I love you," March murmured against Firefly's skin, soft and breathy, almost drowsy in its gentleness.

"I love you too," Firefly whispered, smile obvious in her voice.

It's March 7th's special day! What better way to celebrate it than with the person she loves most in the world? Especially when that person (and also Stelle) have worked so hard to set up a nice birthday surprise for her.

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"Are you sure this is gonna be enough?" Firefly's words were soft, characteristically so, and Stelle couldn't help but roll her eyes in return.

"Relax, Flyfly. March is gonna love it, she always does. Besides, she'll be thrilled that you're here, trust me. As far as she knows, you and the rest of the Hunters are still out on your mission." She watched as Firefly paced back and forth across the floor of March's room, amusement radiating off of Stelle in waves at the sight. Truly, they were perfect for each other.

"Firefly." The word stalled the Stellaron Hunter in her tracks, anxious gaze swiveling up to make eye contact with Stelle, who offered a reassuring, steady smile. "Relax. We've been working on this all day, and I know for an absolute fact that she's out there with Himeko and Mr. Yang already excited enough as it is. So breathe, okay?" She rested a hand on Firefly's shoulder, and could feel the tension slowly ebb out of her as she inhaled and exhaled slowly.

"Right. Right, yes, okay. Sorry, Stelle. I just… I really—"

"—want this to be perfect, I know," Stelle interrupted. "But stressing about it isn't going to get you anywhere. Trust me, she's going to be thrilled. She loves surprise parties."

Firefly offered a wan smile in reply, only for both of them to go still at the sound of March 7th's voice from the other side of the door between them and the passenger car. It was muffled, but still clear enough to make out, "—nks, guys! I'll make sure to…" She trailed off as the door opened with a pneumatic hiss, pink-and-blue meeting teal-and-pink, then pure, radiant gold.

Around the Trailblazer and the Stellaron Hunter, decorations covered March's room. A plate of mini cupcakes sat on her desk, a spread of wrapped presents covered her bed, and a banner hung in the air that read "HAPPY MARCH DAY" in messy, but endearing, pink writing. Silence hung over the room for one moment, then two.

Firefly and Stelle watched, tense, as March's eyes roamed across her room, the usually-so-talkative Trailblazer's silence a unique, rare experience. Then, they watched as a beaming, sparkling grin slowly spread across her lips, and Stelle let out a soft sigh of relief as March rushed forward, giggling as she pulled the both of them into a tight hug.

"You guyyyyyyys!" The words seemed to bubble out of March, almost, her arms tightening around them. "You didn't have to do all this for me!"

Stelle locked eyes with Firefly over March's head, and they shared a soft, adoring smile as they squeezed March gently. "Yes we did," Stelle heard Firefly murmur. "It's your special day, silly. How could we not make it the most special it could possibly be?"

"Yup, what she said," Stelle added, inclining her head all cool-like. "Gotta celebrate your yousday. Otherwise she'd be a terrible girlfriend, and I'd be an awful best-friend-slash-third-wheel."

While she'd managed to say the words without breaking her characteristic deadpan, she couldn't help but crack a smug grin at the way March's shoulders shook from stifling her laughter. She caught sight of Firefly attempting to hide her smile as well, which only served to inflate her oversized ego. After another few moments of savoring the hug, March pulled away, beaming at the both of them with tears threatening to fall. Then, she actually processed Firefly's presence, eyes widening as she turned her head to stare at her.

"Wait, Firefly, I thought you were—!" She began, before Firefly laughed, nodding and waving a hand. As best as she could while being trapped in March's embrace, anyway.

"I was, yes. But the script wrapped itself up pretty quickly, and we were able to make it back in time for your special day." Firefly said, each word laden with love and affection.

In a stage whisper, Stelle leaned in to offer, "If you ask me, I think Kafka and Wolfie sped things up behind the scenes to get her here in time." March giggled at the thought, and when she glanced over at Firefly, all she received was a "what-can-you-do" half-shrug, which only served to widen her beaming smile. Possessed by an unfathomable amount of love for the two girls wrapped in her embrace, she squeezed them, laughing in that helpless kind of way, so full of bliss and joy that it was the only way she could hope to release it.

"You girls are the best," she chirped, and Stelle groaned and turned away as Firefly leaned in to kiss her.

"Alright, alright, I'm gonna take that as my sign to leave." Stelle wriggled her way out of March's loose embrace, waving aside the concerned look both of them were shooting at her. "Relax, I just don't wanna be the one-person audience for the Marchfly makeout show. If I wanted more PDA in my life, I'd go talk to Dan Heng and my uglier half." She shot the pair dual finger guns and a charming grin, before slipping out of the room, leaving behind just March and Firefly. The duo shared an exasperated sigh, and exchanged an amused look, before breaking into giggles.

"Did she say Marchfly…?" Firefly spoke through laughter, and March nodded, wiping away a few stray tears that had escaped.

"Yeah, she sure did. She's been reading way too much fanfic lately…" March said, shaking her head. "Next time we see her, she's gonna ask us something weird about if we technically count as enemies-to-lovers or something like that, I bet."

Firefly, after their giggles had died down, smiled peacefully and pulled March into her arms, eliciting a soft "oh!" from her as Firefly's embrace surrounded her in warmth. In contrast, March's persistent coolness caused faint goosebumps to erupt across Firefly's skin, the two of them silent for a few moments.

There was nothing else that mattered, in this moment. No life-threatening worries, no warring factions, no intersocial drama, nothing. Just March and Firefly, savoring each other — the former let out a soft sigh against Firefly's skin as she nestled her face into her neck, two-toned eyes sliding closed, letting her girlfriend's warmth curl around her, a comforting blanket, the kind that reminded her of quiet nights on the Express, curled up on the couch and watching a movie.

"I love you," March murmured against Firefly's skin, soft and breathy, almost drowsy in its gentleness.

"I love you too," Firefly whispered, smile obvious in her voice. March had always liked that about her. That she could tell when Firefly was happy, because she never tried to hide it — even if she had, it would be obvious. She felt so strongly, as strongly as March herself did, their hearts on their sleeves, despite the secrets both hid. The sound of it was enough to elicit another warm smile from March, Firefly's bliss contagious.

March wasn't sure she'd ever felt so content in her life.

Then, though, she remembered where she was, and many different thoughts collided into each other, her train of thought rattling down its metaphorical tracks. She pulled away from Firefly just slightly, enough to speak properly without disrupting her girlfriend's embrace.

"Wait, you almost distracted me! I wanted to try one of those cupcakes, and we have a bunch of gifts to open!" March enthused, causing Firefly to laugh softly as she loosened her embrace.

"Alright, don't let me stop you," Firefly started, only for her to pause as March took hold of her arms, blinking in surprise as she pulled Firefly's arms tighter around her.

"Don't think that means that you can get away with not snuggling me, y'know. Since it's my special day, that means I get what I want, right? And what I want is to enjoy all of this stuff while being cuddled!" She flashed a smug, satisfied grin up at Firefly, which… well, how was she supposed to argue with that? Firefly returned the smug smile with a soft, gentle one of her own, and, all without disrupting her embrace, the two of them began to stumble, uncoordinated and giggling, towards March's desk. The journey was short, but satisfying, resulting in March snapping up a mini cupcake and eating one whole, eyes fluttering as the taste hit her tongue.

"I hope you like it," Firefly murmured. "Stelle, Wolfie, and I worked really hard on them."

March hummed happily, wiggling excitedly within Firefly's arms, and was quick to nod, "I love them! Oh my gosh, you even managed to rope Wolfie into this? Hehe, you really do love me…"

Firefly leaned down just slightly, lips only an inch or two away from March's ear, eliciting a soft shiver from the birthday girl in question as she whispered, "Of course I do. More than anything. I'd give you the stars themselves if you asked — talking Wolfie into helping me out is a small thing in comparison. Plus, she likes you a lot more than I think you know."

March felt herself swooning underneath Firefly's romantic words — she'd always been vulnerable to that kind of thing. That was why she liked romance movies so much. The thought of being swept off her feet, treasured as a person for everything that she was… she'd dreamt for so long of it, from virtually the moment she'd known who she was, and being able to say that she'd truly found it, that was something she'd never expected.

Being here, wrapped in Firefly's arms, staring into intense teal-and-pink, March was singularly convinced that she'd been made for this.

She wasn't able to stop herself from closing the little distance left between them, their lips meeting in heated passion, and March's riotous train of thought from earlier crashed and burned as everything within her came to a complete stop. All she could focus on was the way Firefly's arms wrapped around her waist possessively, hands threatening to slip along her back, up under her shirt, and the way their bodies pressed together firmly.

March always melted underneath Firefly's affections, and today was no different.

An involuntary gasp slipped past her lips, swallowed by the kiss, as Firefly spun them around to pin March back against her own desk, March wrapping her arms around Firefly's neck. The feeling of her desk digging into her back faded out of her awareness as she parted her lips to allow Firefly's tongue to press into her mouth, March unable to help the airy moan that bubbled out of her, high up in her throat, fluttery and breathy. A fuzzy feeling, like floating on bubbles — or maybe clouds — pervaded her body, starting with her toes and rapidly spreading throughout her, tingles following where Firefly's hands roamed up and down her back.

"Mmh— Firefly," she murmured, pleased, into the kiss, one perfectly-manicured hand sliding upwards to bury itself in Firefly's hair. Some idle part of her mind, dazed from having her breath stolen away, took note of the softness of the strands beneath her fingers, and she got halfway through a thought about asking her for haircare routine details — that is, before Firefly slid her hands up under her shirt, and trailed her fingers along March's spine, and her brain evacuated itself through her ears.

Her legs trembled and threatened to give way beneath her, but Firefly, perceptive as she always was, pressed their hips together more firmly. It kept March from toppling over, and let her feel the effect she was having on her girlfriend — she felt Firefly's length twitching and growing against her, and she couldn't help but smile into the kiss. It sent a thrill through her, knowing that she was able to rile up Firefly in such a way.

"Hey, Firefly…" she tried to say in between kisses, in those brief moments where she had to catch her breath. "How about I…" she trailed off, letting her hands do all the talking. They trailed down from Firefly's neck, nails brushing across soft, silky fabric, and March grinned at the way Firefly's muscles tensed under her touch. One hand stilled atop her breasts, savoring the soft sounds that escaped Firefly at her gentle groping and squeezing — the other, however, continued downwards, March's smile taking on a sharper edge at the feeling of the curve of Firefly's cock under her hand.

She giggled, teasing words settling behind her teeth, halted in their escape by Firefly pulling the two of them away from the desk. March blinked in surprise, eyes swiveling up to Firefly's face — what she found there was not softness, but a barely-cloaked lust. She had hardly any time to process that, though, before Firefly had put her hand on March's shoulder, and gently, but firmly, pushed her down. March, the pliable and responsive submissive that she was, squeaked and fell to her knees in front of Firefly, looking up at her with wide, innocent eyes. She was so caught up in the moment that she hardly registered the jolt from kneeling on cool wood paneling.

"So much for wanting to open your presents," Firefly teased, one of her hands coming up to brush through March's hair, eliciting a soft giggle and a pinkish blush dusting her cheeks from the birthday girl.

"Well… if you think about it, this is just as much a present as everything else, hehe," March hummed, eyes slowly raking down Firefly's body to fixate on the bulge beneath the skirt of her dress. Following her gaze, Firefly's features took on something darker, hungrier — the hand in March's hair tightened, and March whined under her breath as Firefly pulled her head forward, ensuring her clothed length pressed firmly against March's face.

"You know, March… I bet you were looking forward to this the moment you woke up this morning. Is that true?" The way that Firefly's voice lowered, deeper and darker, sent shivers down March's spine — she found herself nodding without realizing, melting into Firefly's touch with an ease that betrayed how eager she was. Her eyes fluttered halfway closed as she pressed soft, light kisses along the curve of Firefly's length, one of her hands coming up to brush over it, following the trail of her lips.

March thrived off of the quiet moans that Firefly let out, each one simultaneously stroking her ego and shooting straight between her legs — she didn't need to check to know she was already wet. There was a part of her that ached, empty and unfulfilled, but it could wait. She needed this. Half-lidded gaze flicked up to lock onto Firefly's, a teasing smile playing across March's lips as she dragged her tongue along the underside of Firefly's still clothed cock, saliva dampening her underwear, and the strangled groan that Firefly let out only heightened the heat that curled in the depths of March's stomach.

"You're such a little tease," Firefly murmured, and March giggled, eyes sparkling with desire and satisfaction — she loved being able to push Firefly like this, to see her barely holding back from what March has done. However, not even she, with her teasing nature, could resist for very long. She reached up and tugged down Firefly's underwear, a soft, involuntary gasp slipping out of her as Firefly's length sprung out, smacking her lightly on the cheek from her proximity.

"Mm, hehe, I've gotten you really worked up, huh?" March said softly, each syllable delicate against Firefly's ears, somewhere between irrepressibly horny and just a little pitying — the slight tremor in her voice, though barely noticeable, elicited another heavy throb from Firefly's cock. "Guess I should take responsibility," she whispered, breath light and teasing against Firefly's hot, sensitive skin. She watched Firefly jolt at the words against her cock, and giggled under her breath at the sight. There really was nothing better than having Firefly at her mercy like this.

One of her hands slipped between her legs, up under her skirt, delicate fingers brushing at her slit through her damp panties, and a quiet moan, airy and trembling, spilled out of her. She didn't need to look up to know that Firefly's intense gaze was on her once again, well aware of what watching March touch herself did to her. Satisfaction thrummed through her at the knowledge — after all, she always loved putting on a show. Her other hand, at the same time, wrapped loosely around the base of Firefly's length, and March tilted her head up to press soft kisses around Firefly's tip, listening raptly to the little sounds that Firefly let out at the sensation of warm, gentle lips around the head of her cock.

She smiled, smug, and before Firefly could react, March opened her mouth as wide as she could, taking half of Firefly's length down her throat all in one smooth motion.

The reaction from Firefly was immediate — a gasp, and a loud moan that echoed around the (thankfully soundproofed) room. At the same time, in lewd harmony, March choked as Firefly's thick head rammed into the back of her throat.

"F-fuck," Firefly groaned, "oh, Aeons, March—! You feel— nnfh— so good…" Her words were laden down with lust and pleasure, filling March with a sense of pride hardly felt. She savored the way Firefly's hands rested on her head, fingers tangled in her hair, and she drew back slowly, leaving behind a ring of pink lipstick around Firefly's shaft at the halfway mark. Her tongue traced along the underside as she did so, eyes sliding closed as she dedicated all of her focus to pleasing Firefly.

To that end, she paused when only the head was in her mouth, her tongue dancing around it skillfully, drawing out moan after groan from deep in Firefly's chest, taking heart in the way Firefly's hands tensed in her hair. At the same time, she slipped her hand into her own panties, middle and ring fingers finding their way inside her with a muffled moan, and a soft shlck sound, as wet as she already was. The sensation sent sparks of pleasure through her, although it wasn't enough to dull the sharp need that tightened in the depths of her stomach.

Slowly, her focus split between pleasuring both herself and Firefly, she pushed her head back down, taking Firefly deep into her throat once again, falling into a slow, but steady, rhythm. Her fingers and her head motions were in sync as she choked and drooled across Firefly's cock, lavishing her length with attention from her lips and tongue — while her noises were muffled from having her mouth stuffed full, it was undeniable that she was loving it.

"Aeons, March…" Firefly murmured. "Such a good girl, mmf… It's like you were made for this," she laughed softly, under her breath, at the strong response the praise earned from March. The birthday girl whined around the cock stuffing her mouth and throat, a full-body shiver running through her strong enough for Firefly to see. "Maybe you were, pretty bunny. Made for me to use…" Deliberately, Firefly's voice shifted and lowered into a purr — March had always had a weak spot when it came to her voice, so it didn't come as a surprise when March went limp under her hands.

Exactly as Firefly was hoping, naturally.

Behind her closed eyelids, March's eyes threatened to roll back in her head as Firefly grasped onto her head tightly, choked moans and gasps spilling out of her as Firefly rammed her hips forward, jaw stretched as far as she could manage as Firefly's cock bulged out her throat. Between her soaked thighs, her fingers worked inside her furiously, curling and stretching her out, thumb desperately rubbing at her clit, effectively fucking herself dumb on her own fingers while Firefly rearranged her throat.

"That's it, little bunny," Firefly praised, "just like that. You're taking me so well! My beautiful March." The words were so unbearably soft, so full of love, a harsh contrast to the roughness with which Firefly facefucked March. Her hips pistoned forward and back, March's head bouncing as she simply held her mouth open and let Firefly have her way with her. It filled her with a powerful desire, being used as she was, a bone-deep need to feel Firefly cum down her throat, to have it coat her face, her tits, her stomach. She felt her already-hazy thoughts dissipate further, smoke in the wind, passing between her fingers in ethereal waves as all she could think about was Firefly ruining her.

Every pulse of Firefly's length in her throat, every motion of her fingers inside herself, every word of praise from Firefly, they all served to push her closer and closer to that metaphorical edge. She barely noticed Firefly growling from above her, although she couldn't tell if it was from lust or frustration — maybe both. All her thoughts vanished as Firefly's tight grip on her hair pulled her down, further, and further, and further, until her lips were just an inch away from meeting Firefly's hips. She felt so full, her jaw aching, her lips stretched into a tight ring, pink lipstick streaking across Firefly's shaft, until, with a satisfied groan, Firefly shoved her head the rest of the way down.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as Firefly held her all the way down, bottoming out inside her mouth, and March's body twitched and reflexively tried to pull back as she felt her oxygen dwindling. However, Firefly's grip was like stone, toned muscles keeping March held in place, and it was only after a few moments of savoring March's tight, hot throat wrapped around her cock that Firefly showed mercy. She pulled March's head back, almost all the way off her cock, leaving the head in her mouth, and allowed her a moment of respite.

Teal-and-pink took in the way March's fingers were sloppily, uncoordinatedly sliding in and out of her pussy, lower lips dripping and twitching, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Already so desperate just from me using your throat, Marchie?" She teased, one of her hands lightly brushing through March's hair — naturally, as far gone as March was, there was no response. Firefly sucked in a breath through her teeth at March hollowing her cheeks and sucking on her tip, eyes sliding halfway closed.

"Far be it from me to not give the birthday girl what she needs," she murmured, mostly to herself, since March was too out of it to listen.

However, even the brainless March could notice when Firefly slammed her head back down, drool pooling beneath her as it dripped from her lips, coating Firefly's cock as her throat was used like a cocksleeve. That need from earlier had only intensified, obvious in the mindless way with which she sucked, although Firefly's size made it difficult applying enough pressure — where she couldn't, she simply used her tongue. It traced along the pulsing and throbbing length with the technique of a woman very used to it, every flick of the skillful muscle drawing out soft sounds from Firefly's lips.

Firefly's pace was harsh, relentless, and it was exactly what both of them wanted. What they needed. March felt the knot in her stomach tightening, more and more, as her fingers found every sensitive spot she knew she had, her own sounds loud, but muffled. Useless babbling was cut off by Firefly's cock bulging out her throat once again, over and over, each powerful motion sending a shock of lightning through March's nerves.

Until, just as March's fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her, Firefly held March's head down once again, filling what felt like every inch of her with throbbing, pulsing cock, it became too much for March to bear. She twitched and convulsed as a muffled scream tore out of her, pleasure rocketing out from her core to encompass her entire body — her vision went white as she came on her fingers, muscles tense in Firefly's grasp as she dripped onto the wood beneath her, drool and cum combining between her legs, something entirely "March 7th".

Feeling March convulse and tighten around her cock, Firefly's own climax was quick to follow after.

"Fuck, fuck, oh Aeons, take it, take it, March!" Firefly growled, jaw clenched and body tense as she rammed as deep into March as she possibly could, and simply… let go. March choked and gagged on the sudden influx of warm, thick cum flooding her throat, each and every heavy pulse of Firefly's length only adding more, and more, and somehow more. Her throat worked around Firefly's cock, trying to keep up with the sheer amount — but there was so much, March whined pathetically as it began to leak out of her mouth around Firefly's length, what March couldn't swallow drooling to the ground in thick, hot strands.

Heavy warmth settled in the depths of March's stomach, and she somehow managed to unbutton her shirt enough to let the telltale slight swell of her belly free, each thick pulse of cum Firefly shot down her throat mirrored by the gentle ripple and bulge of her stomach.

Eventually, though, Firefly's climax ended, and slowly, slowly, she pulled out of March's throat, leaving her leaking and ruined on the floor of her room. Both of them breathed heavily, chests heaving with exertion, Firefly's cock dripping with an alchemical mixture of spit and cum, March drooling that same mixture onto her own tits — after a few moments, though, March slowly blinked her hazy eyes open, looking up at Firefly through her teary gaze.

Firefly, meeting her gaze, knelt down in front of March with a soft, loving smile on her face, the kind that never failed to sweep March off of her feet. Lopsidedly, slowly remembering how to control her body, March mirrored the smile, and Firefly laughed softly, cupping March's face with one gentle, scarred hand, which March unconsciously leaned into.

"How are you feeling, little bunny? Did you enjoy your present?" Firefly's words were gentle, a far cry from the person she'd been just moments prior, and March nodded slowly, blinking the tears out of her eyes as she finally managed to catch enough of her breath to feel up for speaking.

"Gosh, I…" She swallowed thickly, one of her hands resting atop her stuffed belly. "Hehe, there's so much… you must have been really backed up, huh?" Perhaps slightly jarringly, the words caused a blush to paint itself across Firefly's cheeks, and March giggled, leaning in to press a couple kisses along the horizontal extent of the blush.

"Well… it'll be a while before we see each other again, so I had to make it count, right? Since you have to travel to Planarcadia and all…" Firefly rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, and March blinked.

Wait. What?

Planarcadia… no, that wasn't right. They were supposed to go to Amphoreus. Right? Yeah, that was…

Hold on.

March, suddenly on her guard for reasons she couldn't explain, straightened up slightly and looked around the room, ignoring Firefly for a moment. Every detail was perfect, nothing out of place… so why did she feel so on edge, suddenly?

Firefly calling her name dragged her attention back to her, and March stared into her eyes, visibly concerned, and after a few moments of Firefly's voice falling on deaf ears, March realized what was wrong.

"None of this ever happened," March murmured slightly, causing Firefly to pause and blink. "Our trip to Planarcadia was part of the fake dreamscape, we were always going to go to Amphoreus next."

There was no response at first, "Firefly" stunned silent — then, though, her expression shifted into something unreadable, and everything faded into darkness.

March found herself on her feet, once-rumpled clothes perfectly restored, any and all residual arousal that had been in her system doused by the feeling of cool, cold rationality. She stood in a silent void, with nothing as far as the eye could see, and her memories flooded back in where joy had once been.

The trip to Amphoreus. Feeling sick after they'd arrived. Being trapped alone for 97 days. The deal with…

Ah.

Next to her, a red jellyfish floated, appearing out of nothing — then, in its place, a woman that looked exactly like her. Well… almost, anyway. Red eyes met pink-and-blue, and her other self — her "Evernight" — offered a slight, tenuous smile, the coldness of the expression a foreign look on March's usually gentle features.

"My apologies, my March," she offered, in that smooth, cool tone. "I thought you may find the comfort of a memory with your loved ones to be a gentle lullaby, before all falls into oblivion."

March felt like she was going to be sick.

This is a Continuation of a story due to the 40k Character limit. Source

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“It’s me. May I come in?”

 

Dan Heng is woken up from the restless sleep he had fallen into.

 

That was Caelus, wasn’t it? His heart starts to beat faster with anticipation. An especially bad cramp makes him curl up in a ball.

 

“Yes,” he says through clenched teeth. 

 

But it’s when Caelus enters the room when Dan Heng resents his own body more than ever. 

 

March’s scent had been sweet and soothing, that of a friend. It had relaxed him. 

 

Caelus’ scent is like the lightsun after a life in prison: all he ever wanted. It drives him crazy. The hormonal imbalance must be hitting a peak, because it’s even worse than in the morning. All of a sudden and at the same time he feels like jumping into Caelus’ arms and burrowing against his neck while begging him in a sweet voice to stay with him forever; he wants to tear down his own clothes, bend down on Caelus’ lap and ask him to please fuck him; he wishes to hide under the bed and cry at him to leave until he is normal again. 

 

He feels his own eyes prick with tears.

 

He really really hates this.

 

He hears Caelus moving through the room and sitting at the end of his bed. Dan Heng stays in silence, not trusting himself enough to talk, curled up in a fetal position.

 

“Hi there kitten, can you stick out a paw and let me touch one of your feet?”

 

Dan Heng freezes. What is this man saying?

 

“You don’t need to leave the…nest? Blanket fort? Burrito?” Dan Heng rolls his eyes, Caelus this is obviously a nest, thank you very much. “But I would like one of your feet. Would you lend me one?”

 

After a moment of silence, Dan Heng tentatively digs into the side of the blankets with his left foot. The air outside the bed feels cold against his skin.

 

A finger tentatively touches the bridge of his foot. Dan Heng shivers, curling his toes. Caelus’ fingertip doesn’t move. As soon as he relaxes his foot, he’s rewarded by a gentle stroke. He shivers under the blankets, eyes shut tightly.

 

“I’m going to put something in your foot to see if you like it or not. Also, I’m gonna hold it with both hands. If you don’t like how this feels, just pull out.”

 

Dan Heng is curious in spite of himself. A few seconds later, he feels something liquid and dense pouring over his toes. The scent hits him a few moments later. It’s a very high quality essential oil: he picks sharp notes of lavender, eucalyptus, chamomile and rosemary. Before he has any time to wonder about its origins, Caelus’ warm and callous hands envelop his feet, covering it in the oil in a couple of slow strokes, and gently begin to squeeze it. 

 

Dan Heng can barely contain his moans. 

 

This feels so good. 

 

The delicious pressure in his arch coaxes his body into relaxing for the first time in what feels like hours. Caelus’ thumbs gently press into his sole, and he can feel a warm tingle travel upward to his calf and thigh, relieving the uncomfortable tension in his abdomen. The oil makes his skin feel lighter and the scent is like a lullaby.

 

One of Caelus’ hands travels under the blanket to gently poke at his other foot. Dan Heng readily offers it along with the first one, moving under the blankets to lie face up so Caelus has better reach.

 

Caelus holds his ankles for a moment, Dan Heng guesses that to change his sitting position, and the next thing he knows is that both of his feet are in his lap. More oil is poured over his toes before Caelus starts massaging them together. Below the blankets, Dan Heng’s cheeks are flush and he’s vaguely aware that he’s purring. He has had sex with Caelus many times before but, for some reason, this feels like a new level of intimacy. His muscles don’t tense, as he knows they would do any other time. His brain sings a happy song to this man’s touch and, after a few minutes of warm ministrations, he’s so relaxed that he’s on the verge of sleep. 

 

“I’m sorry about this morning, Dan Heng,” Caelus’ voice is soft. “I startled you when you were feeling unwell.”

 

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Dan Heng replies immediately. He is encouraged by the fact that he sounds normal, his voice not giving a hint of the whirlwind of emotions and sensation under his skin. “You are very welcome to my room at any time. I usually hear you coming, but this time I’m afraid I was asleep and with my body like this...I am sorry I lashed at you.”

 

Caelus chuckles. He sounds relieved. “We are fine,” there’s a pause and Dan Heng is surprised by how much peace he feels. He had been more affected by being at odds with Caelus than he had realized.

 

“So, brumation and heat it is, then?” 

 

Anxiety seizes his stomach once again. He props on his elbows and emerges from the blankets to look at Caelus in the face. He’s still sitting at the end of his bed, his feet on his lap. He is looking at him in the eye with a faint smile.

 

“I think you will be more comfortable in my bed.” 

 

Dan Heng’s heart skips a beat.

 

“I will be sleeping for almost a week, Caelus” Dan Heng protests. “It’s not reasonable for you. You will need the space...”

 

“Dan Heng, I forgot to change my sheets this week. You know what that means?”

 

“They smell of you…” he says with a dreamy sigh.

 

Caelus laughs. “That 's right. You will be sleeping for around one week, right? Won’t you be lonely here all by yourself? I will be lonely if I can’t sleep with you for a week,” Caelus declares with a smiley pout.

 

He knows Dan Heng cannot refuse, doesn’t him?

 

“I cannot ask that of you, Caelus,” Dan Heng whispers. “You…If you know what brumation is, you must know what comes later. When…when I get like that, I will be more body than soul. I don’t want to impose that to you. I’ll be fine by myself.”

 

I will bear anything if that means to avoid risking what I have with you.

 

“But it's my privilege, Dan Heng,” Caelus says slowly, as if wanting to imprint meaning in every word. Dan Heng gathers all his courage and looks him in the eye. 

 

He looks earnest. He looks soft. Dan Heng loves him. 

 

“Taking care of you when you need it is not a burden,” Caelus continues. Dan Heng cannot bear the intensity of his gaze and looks down again. “All all. That you want me at your side, that you let me do it, it makes me feel so special. I want to make it good for you. Let me, please.”

 

What else can Dan Heng do but nod?

 

“Thank you, really,” Caelus’ voice is full of warmth. A soft pat on his feet makes him raise his gaze again. “But, if we do this, as you will be in deep sleep the majority of the time, I want us to be on the same page. I will tell you now what I have in mind and you tell me if you would like that, ok?”

 

Dan Heng nods nervously. “Sounds good.”

 

“When we finish this conversation, I will take you to my room and undress you,” Dan Heng’s lips quiver, eyes fixed in Caelus, pending on his every word. “Once you are completely bare, I will put you in my bed and cover you with my blankets. Would you like that?”

 

Dan Heng nods, body immediately responding to the fantasy of soft sheets impregnated with Caelus’ scent brushing against the naked skin of his whole body.

 

“Good,” Caelus coos, with a soft smile. He continues, more seriously. “Every night, I will use this oil to massage your legs and feet. Remember that you will be completely asleep and naked, absolutely at my mercy. Would you like that?”

 

Some ancient part of Dan Heng makes the space between his legs melt at the thought of being so indefensive in front of his this man. For the first time in his life he doesn’t mind. He nods immediately.

 

Caelus sits up and takes his hand. Dan Heng’s heart hammers against his chest.

 

“Dan Heng, Lingsha told me that I can make it better for you if I touch you in your sleep with this oil. Would you like that?”

 

Dan Heng makes a squeaky noise. “Touch me? Where?”

 

“Touch you in between your legs. Touch you sexually, yes”, Caelus nods. “I will not be penetrating you with my cock while you’re sleeping because that will hurt, according to her. But every night before going to sleep I would like to make you come with my hands and tongue to help you be all relaxed and cozy until you wake up and your heat starts. Would you like that?”

 

Dan Heng stares at him for a few seconds, too stunned to talk, before nodding slowly.

 

Caelus chuckles. “Baby, for this one I need verbal confirmation, please.”

 

“You can do whatever you want to me,” Dan Heng says firmly. If he’s sure of something in his life, it’s this. “You have my full trust. I…I would like anything, as long as it’s you who does it to me.”

 

Caelus’ cheeks redden with pleasure.

 

“You weren’t so happy the other day when you were reading and I blew in your ear.”

 

“That's an exception that confirms the rule,” Dan Heng smiles, shy and fond. “But the answer is yes to whatever you want to do with me while I’m asleep. I trust you.”

 

Caelus looks at him with an indecipherable look.

 

He suddenly stands up and scoops Dan Heng in his arms along with his five blankets.

 

“Now? We’re going now? Like this?”

 

“No time like the present,” Caelus hugs him against his chest and kisses the top of his head.

 

“Everyone will see…”

 

“It’s fine, we’re home. Everyone knows. And respectfully decided to stay on the first floor, anyway. There’s nothing to be upset about,” Caelus’ tone is firm and doesn’t admit discussions. 

 

As he walks through the corridor with him in his arms, Dan Heng feels himself go limp in his arms, surrounded by his warm scent. 

 

He is safe.

 

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Dan Heng falls completely asleep the next day.

 

For one week, Caelus leaves his room in semi-darkness and his lover resting in the side of the bed he slept on the last night.

 

Every night before entering the bed next to him to sleep, Caelus undresses and coats his fingers in the soothing oil and, with a sweet whisper and a caress, starts his ministrations. 

 

Some nights, he lays down at Dan Heng’s back and gives long kisses to the skin of his nape and shoulders while his right plays leisurely with his nipples. When Dan Heng's breath turns into soft pants, he caresses his body down to the space between his legs and massages him with his fingers until the body in his arms shudders and his hand becomes drenched in sweet water. 

 

Other nights, he pulls aside his blankets and moves him to lie on his back. He opens his legs and sits in between them, then put a mothful of oil in his mouth and, lips again his slit, slowly fucks it into him with his tongue, laving the tight hole with slow and wet strokes until it quivers and relaxes. 

 

Caelus is alert the whole time, looking for the slightest sign of stress or discomfort in the pliant body he has been trusted with. Dan Heng usually sleps through the whole process, purring when the rhythm of Caelus’ hands or tongue picks up and sighing softly after coming undone with a soft cry. 

 

Sometimes he opens his eyes after his climax, groggy and red cheeked, and looks for Caelus’ cock, usually painfully hard and leaking pre-come. Caelus answers to his beautiful “Give it to me, give it to me...” sleepy prayers by hovering over his face and coming against his lips, painting his face with hot white stripes of cum. Other times he finishes against his chest, smearing it later against his nipples with a messy tongue; or between the cheeks of his ass; or on his belly, after holding his legs against his chest and slowly fucking his oil coated thighs. 

 

After both of them finish, Caelus gets up and cleans Dan Heng carefully with a warm clean towel and the scentless soap, massages his legs and feet with oil, prepares a flask of warm tea for his bedside, burns some incense and covers him again with the sheets. He sleeps at the other side of bed, but never touches him as, according to Lingsha, his body heat would disrupt the brumation if he was to be near him for a prolongated period.

 

— ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･—

 

Seven days later, when Caelus enters his room, Dan Heng is sitting up on his bed. He is still naked, but his eyes are open and as alert as always.

 

“Dan Heng!” 

 

Caelus runs to the bed and sits at his side, thrilled to see him awake. He suddenly realizes how much he had missed him.

 

“How are you feeling? Has your brumation finished? Were you not supposed to be in heat now? You look…normal”

 

Dan Heng nods.

 

“Hello, Caelus. Yes, my brumation is finished.”

 

Dan Heng looks more relaxed than Caelus had ever seen him, but insecurity tugs at the corners of his mind.

 

“Um…Did you sleep well? Did you like what I did? Do you remember anything?”

 

“I only remember fragments, for I was truly asleep the majority of the time but…I know you were very gentle with me,” he says with a rare smile. Caelus’ heart skips a beat. 

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“You can call it instinct, or maybe the memories of my physical body more than those of my mind, but…I know you were a delicate and generous lover. You took very good care of me,” he finally says in a soft voice, almost to himself.

 

Caelus laughs, relieved. “Oh, that’s good!”

 

“Your seed on my skin was very soothing too.”

 

“O-oh? How is that so?” Caelus chokes. Dan Heng should really not be allowed to say those things in his usual deadpan tone.

 

“The scent of your release on my skin was a signal to my body that a mate was there waiting for me. I guess it didn’t feel the need to strain itself to create more pheromones, or to impair itself any further to be an easy prey.”

 

“Is that how it was other times?” Caelus asks before he can stop himself.

 

Dan Heng is pensive for a moment, but doesn’t seem bothered by the question.

 

“When I was in the Shackling Prison my brumation would be shorter and I wouldn’t sleep so profoundly. The lower abdomen ache and thigh pain was a constant too. When the pain reached its peak I would wake up, and my heat would begin, a terrible thirst of the body I couldn’t quench,” his voice falters. “I would try to relieve myself however I could, but being chained and clothed, it was not easy. The nights were long and bitter.”

 

As if the memory assaults him, he shivers. 

 

Caelus grabs him by the hips and sits him in his lap. Dan Heng proffers a happy sound and relaxes against his chest as Caelus’ hands draw soothing circles around his naked back.

 

“Tell me, how do you feel right now? You do look good, but your skin feels warmer than usual.”

 

“I am not in any pain whatsoever,” Dan Heng affirms. “I feel hazy, but full of energy. And I do feel aroused, but it’s manageable yet,” Dan Heng separates from the hug, arching an eyebrow. “Are you disappointed I’m not a horny mess?”

 

“You know what? Not really,” Caelus smirks. “I loved to have you here all for myself in my bed, and it’s very sexy to make you come in your sleep but,” he takes Dan heng’s face between his hands and kisses the tip of his nose, “I missed your eyes, your voice and the snarky comments.”

 

“You sure you didn’t just miss having a public for terrible sex jokes?” he replies nonchalantly, but Caelus can see by the blush on his cheeks that the answer pleased him.

 

“Hey, you see? You’ve been awake for three minutes and you’re already being mean to me,” Caelus laughs, kissing him again. “Do you want to eat or drink something, love?” 

 

“Actually, there’s something else I want to do…”

 

The room spins and suddenly Dan Heng is pinning him to the bed. 

 

“After a week of teasing with your fingers and tongue, I would like you to finally take me,” Dan Heng’s grin is salacious. “Also, my cocks are finally out again. I would like to return the favor and the care you gave me.”

 

Caelus smiles. 

 

Time to bring up the oil for the earth shattering experiences!

SourcePart 2/2 is HERE

Summary:

“Dan Heng, are you having your period?”

The dragon burrito rustles and a couple of sharp silver eyes peek out from under the blankets.

“No, March. My reproductive system is categorically different from that of humans and, in case you didn’t realize, I am a male,” he pauses, the mordacity of his voice melts back into weariness as he dives back under the sheets. “But for the sake of brevity, yes, let’s say I’m having my period.”

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March knows there’s trouble in paradise the moment she enters the Parlor. 

 

Caelus is slumping over one of the high desks, looking absently through one of the windows. His yellow eyes are fixed somewhere beyond the landscape of the city and his mouth, although partially covered by his arm, is doubtlessly contorted into a pout. 

 

Presented with such an acute image of youthful dejection, March cannot resist. She silently takes her slippers off and tiptoes to his back. Caelus is too focused on his misery to notice her so she takes her chance and acts at once, energically ruffling his hair with both hands. To his surprise, Caelus just groans and hides his face further in his arms. 

 

March arches an eyebrow. 

 

That is unusual. 

 

She might need to ask him delicately.

 

“What happened to you, Romeo? What are you moping about?” 

 

“March, Dan Heng hissed at me,” replies a whiny voice against the table.

 

Right. 

 

Of course it is about Dan Heng. 

 

Caelus and Dan Heng had started officially dating a few months ago and, since then, both of them looked, in one word, happier. If March was allowed more than one word to describe how the change affected them, she would say that they looked less on edge, calmer. But the rare times they had some kind of misunderstanding they would behave like a pair of angsty teenagers until they managed to sort it out.

 

March pats his shoulder sympathetically. “It’s normal he gets a bit pissy from time to time,” especially with how much you like to tease him, she adds mentally. “Is it the first time he hisses at you?”

 

Caelus is pensive for a moment, but he quickly shakes his head.

 

“No, not at all. He hissed at me the first time we met and consistently ever since.”

 

“Then why are you so upset?!” she exclaims. Poor Dan Heng.

 

“This time it felt different,” Caelus argues, propping his cheek in one hand. “As if he was really going to jump on me and chomp my head off?”

 

“Caelus, I really don’t think Dan Heng would ever do that to any of us.”

 

“I know, it is a figure of speech but…I dunno…” Caelus straightens up his spine and stretches, looking absentmindedly through the window with a frown. “This time, it felt as if I should really leave him alone. Usually he’s just reacting to something I did that threw him off but…this time it felt as if he really didn’t want me there with him at all.”

 

He is really worried about this, March realizes. Caelus tends to be unreadable at times, but through the years March has gotten a very good pulse of how affected he is by something by his antics or lack thereof. She sighs, sitting next to him.

 

“Ok, you dummy, tell me all about it. Let me help you figure out how to appease your grumpy dragon boyfriend. What did you do this time?”

 

Caelus chuckles and gives her a quick one-armed hug.

 

“Thanks, March. Let me see…As it’s already almost noon and he was still in his room, I went to see him. Yesterday he went to bed early so I imagined he was just reading something and lost track of time,” March nods. “He was in bed so pulled up the blankets and jumped on him.”

 

March stared at him in silence for a few seconds.

 

“You know, I would chomp your head off if you ever did that to me.”

 

“Maybe you would, but Dan Heng wouldn't," Caelus says firmly. “Of course, he would scold me and if he is feeling vengeful he would pin me to the bed and bite me as retribution. Or if he was still sleepy he would hold me tight and sniff me until he fell asleep again,” March flinches. She really didn’t need the lovey-dovey details. “But he would never react so strongly to something like that. I dunno, man…” Caelus groans, slumping again over the table, voice small, almost talking to himself, “did I piss him off because of something else?”

 

Caelus looks genuinely upset. March sighs and stands up.

 

“Let me have a look at him, ok?”

 

“Would you do that?” Caelus’ eyes lighten up.

 

“Of course, he’s also my friend,” she smiles. And it’s true that it’s weird that Mr. Indulgent lashes out at Caelus like that. “Stay here until I’m back.”

 

— ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･—

 

March knocks his door softly.

 

“Dan Heng, it’s me. Can I speak to you for a moment? If you’re still in bed, you don’t need to get up for me,” she quickly adds.

 

“…fine.”

 

Nodding to herself, she opens the door. 

 

Dan Heng’s room is almost empty but for the set of basic furniture that was already there when he moved in. As far as she knows, he almost never uses it but for changing clothes daily and to sleep a few nights per month: at night he usually dozes off reading a book in the small sofa of the Data Bank or sleeps in Caelus’ room. Despite being almost noon, the heavy curtains shroud the room in semi-darkness. Dan Heng never sleeps in a completely dark room, March realizes. 

 

On the bed, there’s a dragon burrito.

 

“Can I sit next to you?” she asks with a smile to the bundle of sheets and blankets.

 

“…sure.”

 

March approaches slowly and sits gingerly in the bed after taking off her slippers. They spend a few moments in silence until March speaks.

 

“Are you feeling alright, Dan Heng?”

 

The bundle of blankets - because it seems he got another couple of blankets for the wardrobe, apart from the ones that were already in the bed and furrowed under them- seems to shrug before answering.

 

“I’m fine, March,” his voice sounds tired, but March is relieved to hear he doesn't sound congested. “It’s true I’m experiencing some minor issues with my body, but this has happened to me periodically since my adolescence so it’s not cause for concern. This is just the first time that has happened to me outside…of the Luofu and for some reason it came earlier than I expected.”

 

“Are you sure about that, buddy? Minor issues with your body are something like having a sneeze. Right now you look like you cannot get up from bed,” the blanket burrito stays in silence, as if mulling over her words. March takes pity on him. “Come on, it’s fine, tell me exactly how you’re feeling, as exactly as if you were to write it in the Data Bank.”

 

The blanket burrito seems to hesitate for a moment but, after a few seconds of self check, he starts talking.

 

“I feel completely depleted of energy,” he says after a pause. “My breast feels tender; my thighs ache and feel heavy; but the most noticeable symptom is severe abdominal cramps. Right now, it would be a challenge to stand up by myself,” he finishes. There's a hint of distress in his voice when he reaches the end of the sentence.

 

A dolence which is periodical and that starts in adolescence, lower belly cramps, tiredness, sore breast, heavy legs…The dots start to connect in March’s brain. 

 

“Dan Heng, are you having your period?”

 

The dragon burrito rustles and a couple of sharp silver eyes peek out from under the blankets.

 

“No, March. My reproductive system is categorically different from that of humans and, in case you didn’t realize, I am a male,” he pauses, the mordacity of his voice melts back into weariness as he dives back under the sheets. “But for the sake of brevity, yes, let’s say I’m having my period.”

 

“Oh my gosh…is it like mine?” March pats at his blankets excitedly. “I do have my period every month but you don’t get like this every three weeks, right? I’ve never seen you like this before.”

 

Dan Heng nods. “The time varies depending on the Vidyadhara but for me it is approximately every half year. I do not bleed, as I do not have an uterus like yours, but our body prepares for reproduction in the same way, even though we Vidyadhara are not fertile anymore. First we enter a state of brumation, by which the body prepares itself to meet that of its mate. After that our heat begins, our sexual drive is increased and we are pushed by our instincts to copulation,” he explains it in a dispassionate tone that makes March almost laugh at the contrast. “My brumation is starting soon. I will sleep for around a week and when I wake up I will spend around three days in heat.”

 

“Dan Heng...what is a brumation?”

 

“It’s like hibernation, but the sleep is not as profound. I will wake up periodically to drink water, clean myself and use the restroom.”

 

“I see!” she claps her hands. “That’s why you hissed at Caelus! You were preparing to have the best nap ever and your boyfriend woke you up.”

 

The burrito freezes for a moment before replying.

 

“I must recognize that I was…a bit disoriented at that moment. When I wake up it is difficult to remember that…that I’m outside. I…was just surprised and I’m afraid I lashed at him.”

 

March flinches. That donkey of Caelus had pulled up his blanket and jumped on him. She takes a mental note to give him an earful about being more delicate when waking Dan Heng up. Only a few months ago his only reality was the Shacking Prison, after all.

 

“I made him upset, right?” Dan Heng’s voice is uncharacteristically small.

 

March leans over to push aside the blanket from his face. She smiles at his remorseful expression and softly kisses his forehead.

 

“Of course not, silly. You didn’t do anything wrong. He’s sad he made you upset, but he’s not angry at you at all. Why would he anyway? It’s his fault for startling you, to begin with,” she declares. Seeing the usually composed Dan Heng so vulnerable, quietly accepting her caresses and kisses, makes her feel something akin to cuteness aggression. She now understands a bit more why Caelus is so protective of Dan Heng, even if the man is usually as stoic as a wooden plank. 

 

“You are not correct. This is my fault in the sense that I failed to prepare for this,” Dan Heng’s voice is weary, but hard. “I thought I still had time but…my best guess is that having a lover made my body enter this stage faster this time…”

 

“You see? It’s completely Caelus’ fault,” March chirps.

 

“Not at all, it’s mine alone,” Dan Heng repeats, more vehemently. Period Dan Heng isn’t more open to jokes than normal Dan Heng, she observes. “Ug…I also failed to tell Miss Himeko and Mr. Yang that I will be indisposed for a few days and won’t be able to work…”

 

“Hey, hey, angsty king, stop right there,” March pats where she guesses his shoulder is. “There’s nothing to worry about at all! I was worried you were sick, but you’re fine. Caelus was worried you were angry at him, but you aren’t. What is it to worry about? I know for a fact that I can speak for Himeko and Mr. Yang and tell you that you are welcome to take your brumation holiday and use Caelus as your rag doll if you need during your heat.”

 

“March! That’s not what I wish for. It’s just that…” Dan Heng looks at loss for words. March nods at him encouragingly. It’s rare for Dan Heng to be so communicative, she wants to be there for him. “It’s that I’ve only lived with you all here in the Astral Express for a few months and I really like it here. I want to make myself useful -keep on working in the Data Bank, going on assignments- and…more than anything I don’t want to impose on Caelus just because we are…dating,” he finishes the sentence as if he cannot still believe it. He burrows again, diving into the blankets. “I really don’t need this right now.”

 

For Dan Heng it’s the first time living with other people and having a partner in his whole life, March remembers. This is also his first time being indisposed. 

 

Well, she will have to teach him how things are done here at the Astral Express.

 

“Dan Heng, living with people means inconveniencing them from time to time”, she says softly, caressing his head over the blankets. “But the neat thing is that when you live with family, they don’t feel like you are imposing on them at all. On the contrary, they will be happy that you can rely on them when it matters,” Dan Heng is silent, but March feels him tremble under the blankets. She smiles. “Don’t worry about a thing! As a fellow…uh…period-haver, leave it in my hands! I will explain everything to everyone and get you sorted in no time.”

 

— ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･—

 

March is a woman with a mission. 

 

Ready to give the rest of the members of the Astral Express a mind-blowing lesson in Vidyadhara biology, she hurries back to the Parlor. 

 

She runs into Mr. Yang in the corridor, but before she has time to open her mouth and start telling him about Dan Heng’s predicament, the older man smiles, winks at her and points to Caelus’ direction. 

 

Caelus is still sitting at the table where she left him, but now he is reading intently a heavy book titled “Beyond the scales: An Anthology of the Biology of Dragon Related Species.”

 

March’s eyes widen.

 

Almost at the same time, Caelus closes the book with a thud and runs towards the entrance door. He puts on his coat and announces:

 

“I’ll be back in a couple of hours. March, Mr. Yang, take care of Dan Heng.”

 

— ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･—

 

“Lingsha!!! I need your help!! My lover is brumating.”

 

The gyoza Lingsha is holding falls from her chopsticks, bounces on her bowl of rice and tragically falls to the floor.

 

Caelus' opening statement is followed by her screaming about not caring about his sexual life and mourning for the fallen gyoza.

 

Thankfully, Lingsha calms down after Caelus apologizes. She is one of the newest friends Caelus made in one of his latest assignments. The whole case ended up being an ugly matter regarding her medicine teacher and, instead of going back to the Luofu, she had decided to open up an essential oil and incense shop in the city and lay low for some time. This is incredibly lucky. With her expertise in medicine and herbs and being a Vidyadhara herself she is Caelus’ best bet for getting what he needs.

 

Lingsha moves her lunch to the side and willfully clears her throat. Sitting at the counter of her small shop, she is framed by shelves bursting with delicate crystal bottles of the oils, dried plants and scented candles.

 

“So, you got a boyfriend and he’s got his brumation coming up. Just go home and give him some belly rubs! What do you want from me?”

 

Caelus sits down in a small stool at the other side of the counter.

 

“He’s having a pretty rough time, right now he cannot even get up from bed,” Caelus explains. He knows Dan Heng well enough: if he could get out of bed, he would have. Now he thinks about it, yesterday he also looked especially tired…

 

Fuck. He should have realized there was something wrong with him earlier.

 

“Is it so bad?” Lingsha’s eyebrows shot up. “He must be very close to Long’s power. Normal Vidyadhara just get some cramps and a headache and that’s it…Tell me, do you know if it is his first heat with a partner?”

 

“I do think so,” Caelus nods. “He had a…sheltered childhood and later a pretty reclusive job and has always lived alone until now…”

 

 “Do you regularly have penetrative sex with him?”

 

“Of course, although I also like playing with his cocks,” Caelus replies without missing a beat.

 

Lingsha grimaces.

 

“Ug…this is a serious medical consultation, you know? Control the oversharing!” she clears her throat. “I understand. You say he cannot get up from bed. Right now, is he in your bed or in his?”

 

“In his. He…he preferred to be alone in his own room.”

 

“Then the mystery is solved,” Lingsha declares with a shrug, taking her chopsticks again and attacking her gyoza. “Of course he cannot even get up.” 

 

Caelus’ heart skips a beat. Linsgha must see some of his distressed expression because she sighs, moves her food away once again and keeps on talking. 

 

“What I mean is that abdominal cramps and general slugginess are a given and he’s going to feel like shit whatever he does. But, if you guys are having regular sex and he isn’t planning to have your scent through this, he’s in for a low quality brumation and a downright painful heat.”

 

“Ok, Lingsha,” Caelus makes an effort to control the wave of panic swelling in his chest. “Explain like you would for a three year old, please. What does my scent have to do with him having a hard time?”

 

“We Vidyadhara are very sensitive to scents -this is the main reason I specialized in medicinal aromatherapy. Also, we are a very ancient race, one of times more primal when every dragon would have a chosen mate,” she explains, poking at one gyoza. “If you are having sex with him regularly, his body recognizes your scent as his mate. And in brumation our body craves for the presence of our mate. It is a highly vulnerable state: he will be unconscious for hours at the mercy of anyone who passes by, do you understand?” Lingsha’s eyes pierce his. “At an instinctual level, he needs you there because he trusts that you, his mate, will protect him.”

 

“He threw me out of the room?”

 

“His body is not his mind,” says Lingsha, not unkindly. “And his hormones must be all over the place. He must know these concepts are foreign to you and if you’ve not been together for long maybe he’s afraid it is too much? Because for a Vidyadhara heats are pretty intimate stuff. Also, there’s the possibility that if it’s his first time with a partner he just doesn’t know how bad it will be if he spends it alone. Until now he probably just slept like a log in brumation and woke up uncomfortably aroused in heat: a couple of bad nights every few moons.”

 

Caelus imagines Dan Heng, alone in a dark cell trembling for the touch of someone he didn’t ever know. He clenches his fists.

 

“How do I make it good for him?”

 

“Mmh? What do you mean?” she says, attacking her lunch again. “I have to reopen in twenty minutes, you know? Let me eat.”

 

Caelus ignores her.

 

“You said that if he spent these alone before, it probably was bad, and now he has me if I’m not there it will be even worse. Is there any way in which I can make this good for him? I don’t mean to stop it from hurting, but actually make it good.”

 

Lingsha hums. “Well, letting him sleep with your scent is a given. Your own bed would be perfect, but if it's difficult, you can give him some used clothes. Anyways…his main dolence right now must be the cramps. Basically, the muscles of his abdomen are constantly contracting and it hurts. Before, this used to be for preparing the body for the egg, but now that we cannot form an egg anymore is especially painful. We evolve too slowly, being such ancient creatures...Ah his cocks will also remain sheathed, preparing for the heat, and this also contributes to the cramps.”

 

Lingsha extracts a crystal bottle from under the counter.

 

“This oil can help to relieve the tightness and improve the blood flow. You can massage it in his legs and apply it in his abdomen and slit. But,” she smiles naughtily, "if you insist on making brumation feel good for him, I recommend you apply it inside his slit. Massage the oil in until he comes.”

 

She laughs at Caelus’ semi open mouth.

 

“He must be very tight,” she explains, “he will come very easily: an orgasm will help relax and sleep better. One intra-slit application per day would be ideal. You can use your mouth or fingers, but remember to not penetrate him with your penis: he’s too tight and you might hurt him. He will loosen as his heat approaches. The oil is, of course, safe to ingest.”

 

Caelus is red faced. “Linsha laoshi, that’s so dirty.”

 

“There’s nothing dirty about helping your mate relieve his pain, it’s all natural and good,” she says with a sly smile. Her words turn serious as she continues. “But as a fellow Vidyadhara, I must ask you. Tell me you’re serious about this person. You shouldn’t touch him when in brumation and heat if you’re not serious about him, Caelus. These things are important to us.”

 

“No, no, we’re dating.” Caelus replies quickly, uncharacteristically shy. “We’ve not been together for long but…I’m crazy for him, Lingsha. He’s intelligent, beautiful and…so so good. He has the sexiest resting bitch face ever, but on the inside he’s a big softy. He has had a really fucked up life until now but…he’s so brave, and he’s doing much better now. I…I want to make it easy for him, I don’t want him to feel alone, or in pain anymore. I want this for him to feel safe and good…Lingsha?”

 

The sound of a sniff returns him back to reality. Lingsha is looking at him with teary eyes.

 

“Man, I never saw you as mate material, but if you feel half of what you just said, that bastard has struck gold,” she sniffs again. “Don’t worry, little Caelus, your pure intentions have touched my heart. I’ll give you all you need for my comrade. He can come to thank me after you’re done with his heat.”

 

“Uh…sure?”

 

Caelus leaves the shop 20 minutes later with a paper bag full to the brims. Essential oil to relax muscles, three types of incense to help Dan Heng sleep and relax in his brumation, a soothing massage oil for the first day of heat as, according to Lingsha, he might feel twitchy and bothered after sex, and an aphrodisiac one for the next days, to arouse them both and, in her own words, help them have an earth shattering experience. Scentless soap, a balm for chaffing and 3 types of herbal tea complete the pack. That, and an earful of does and don’ts that Lingsha had passionately shared as she put everything in his bag.

 

“Wait for me, Dan Heng. You will have the best heat of your life!”

(Cut Abruptly due to the 40k character limit)

Source:

Summary: Jingliu is sees potential in him. Potential for a great sword master but also, potential for something else...

Basically a rewrite of Yanqing's Companion Quest where Jingliu gets horny and instead of leaving, decides to have some fun with Yanqing...
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- I… deflected it?

Yanqing’s looked at the shattered ice around him in disbelief. His pounding heart was slowly claming down but his breath was still accelerated. He lowered his sword slowly and looked around. That woman, Jingliu, was nowhere to be seen. He let out a sigh and shook his head. It was over. He was safe.

Yanqing felt shame at that thought. He was General Jing Yuan’s apprentice and retainer. A future candidate for the title of Sword Champion. A random woman, no matter how good with sword, shouldn’t make him so worked up. So scared. But he was scared. He that prideful to not admit it to himself. But it didn’t matter now. He should get back to his task.

- You actually survived. Seems there’s more to you than i thought.

Yanqing’s eyes widened. That was her voice! He looked around feeling his heartbeat quicken. No. He wasn’t going to let her intimidate him again.

- Behind you.

He turned around and stepped back, briefly losing his balance. She was there, standing almost casually. Despite the blindfold Yanqing could almost feel her gaze piercing through him. But, to the boy’s surprise, her weapon wasn’t lifted in a battle stance. Instead, she held it loosely, the blade’s tip resting against the ground.

- Y-you! It’s enough! You might’ve been innocent before but an attack on the General’s retainer is undoubtly a crime. You’re under arrest! - He tired to keep his voice from shaking but he could feel cold sweat on his forehead.

- Heh, under arrest? - Jingliu seemed mildly amused. - Weren’t we just having a competition? Besides… - She laid her weapon on the ground and stepped towards him slowly. - You almost died at my hand just a few minutes ago. Are you sure you’re capable of arresting me?

Her last words carried a sense of threat that caused Yanqing to shiver. There was definitely something wrong with her. She couldn’t be just an ordinary woman.

As she approached him, he raised his sword but she caught it between her fingers. Before Yanqing could react, she moved the blade away and leaned closer, her face was now almost a breath away from his. He tried to move away but her hand was faster, gripping his shoulder tightly and holding him in place.

- You! - Before Yanqing could say anything else, Jingliu pushed the sword out of his hand, causing the blade to fall to the ground. Her, now free, hand locked around his jaw, forcing him to look directly at her.

- Shush! I have taken interest in you. You have potential and i believe it’d be a shame to waste it. So let me give you a little… lesson…

Yanqing’s heart was beating so hard he thought it might break out of his chest. He was paralyzed. He tried to speak but no sound could get out of his mouth.

- Good boy. - Jingliu pat his head, he wasn’t sure if she was provoking or mocking him. - Now, just do as i say.

With that, the woman pushed him down to the ground. The impact wasn’t too hard but it still drew breath out of his lungs. Before he could react she sat on top of him and then he noticed something. Her cheeks were lightly flushed. Also, despite being the one in control of the situation, her breath wasn’t calm like before. In fact, it was almost as worked up as Yanqing’s own, but not in fear. He also noticed a few drops of sweat on her forehead. But if she wasn’t afraid then was she…

Her next action cleared his doubts. In one swift motion, she tore away the upper part of his clothing and discarded the scraps. He screamed and tried to push her away but her grip was too tight.

- Didn’t i tell you to not resist? - She looked displeased for a second but soon her expression changed to a cruel, crazy smile. - Though, to be honest, it doesn’t matter too much…

She leaned closer to his face and kissed him. Yanqing’s mind went blank. It was all too much. Emotions mixed up inside him. He wanted to run or fight her but he couldn’t make himself move. A part of him however, enjoyed what Jingliu was doing and urged him to go along with it. That part was further strenghtened by the itching sensation in his lower body that grew stronger with each second.

Jingliu paid no mind to the boy’s doubts. She was lost in her own desires. She kissed him roughly and forcefully though she met with little resistance. She parted his lips and pushed her toungue inside Yanqing’s mouth, almost causing the boy to moan. She smirked in her mind. She broke the kiss after a while and pulled away slightly. This time her arousal was clear all over her face. She was panting heavily and licking her lips. Yanqing also felt himself getting more worked up, despite his best attempts to contain those feelings. The itch between his legs was growing unbearable.

- Seems i was correct this time - Jingliu’s tone was playful if a bit threatening. - You have something in you. And i intend on taking at least a part of it for myself.~

Yanqing was breathing heavily, he closed his eyes in another futuile attempt to calm down. He couldn’t pretend he wasn’t turned on by the situation. Jingliu was, he had to admit, a very beautiful and alluring woman.

Seeing that he doesn’t intend to resist anymore, Jingliu smirked and got back to work. She leaned and kissed the boy again, this time the kiss was shorter but Yanqing kissed her back briefly which caused the woman to let out a small moan. She then moved lower to his jawline and neck, trailing kisses over his skin. Yanqing did his best to suppress the moans but her hot lips and breath against his skin contrasted with the cold floor making the sensation even more intense.

Jingliu moved lower and lower, planting kisses over his chest. She played with his nipples a bit and this time the boy couldn’t stop a sigh, which only encouraged Jingliu further. She trailed her tougue over his abs, admiring his build. Despite his young age, the hours of training managed to get him a pretty well-toned body. Finally she got to his pants. She pulled away and smirked before reaching out, ready to take them down.

- W-wait! - Yanqing exclaimed, his face flushed. Jingliu looked at him curiously, but didn’t continue. Yanqing turned his head away. He was too confused and turned on to think clearly but it all still made no sense. She tried to kill him not too long ago and now he was going to do… that, with her? Not to mention she had to be much older than him. And yet, the feeling in his crotch wouldn’t go away. Jingliu looked at him, with the same blush of arousal, as if waiting for his next words. But she already knew what he was going to say.

- A-alright… - He looked back at her before turning away again, too embarrassed of his own arousal.

Jingliu smiled with a hint of lust, and pulled his pants down, along with his underwear. As expected, Yanqing’s cock was fully erect. Jingliu chuckled at the sight. It was slightly bigger than she expected but if she was being honest, it didn’t matter that much. She took the member in her hand and stroked it lightly. Yanqing moaned. Her touch felt so much better there than anywhere else. It seemed to relive the itching desire and strenghten it at the same time. He wanted to tell her to keep going but he couldn’t find the words. His mind was a mess.

Jingliu, obviously, knew what the boy wanted, but she was growing impatient. Her own arousal growing progressively harder to keep under control. She felt her underwear was soaked in her juices already. So she decided to speed things up a little. She leaned over and swallowed Yanqing’s entire length in one swift move. This time he moaned even louder. Slowly he turned to her and let out a sigh as he saw her, sucking almost desperately on his cock. It was so… sexy. The last bits of reason he could’ve had disappeared. He put his hand in her hair and pushed her head lower. This time she moaned and Yanqing was at loss for words. She liked it. She wanted to choke on his cock. He couldn’t believe what was happening. He was drowned in feeling and sensations way more intense than anything he previously experienced. He felt orgasm approaching, one much stronger than any he had before. He did jerk off a few times but nothing he felt then was compareable to this. His breath quickened and he let out another moan. He was almost there.

And then she stopped. Yanqing whined and looked at her with mixture of anger and disappointment.

- Why did you stop?

Jingliu let his cock out of her mouth and gave him a sly smile.

- Trust me boy, you will thank me i did.

With those words she got up. Yanqing reached out his hand in desperation. She couldn’t leave now, could she? But his doubts were cleared moments later. Swiftly and gracefully, Jingliu took off her clothes and let them slide down to the floor. Her body seemed to glow in the night light.

Yanqing was speechless again. That had to be the most beautiful sight in the universe. The woman’s body was simply perfect. Almost too perfect but he didn’t mind. Every curve and inch of skin, every bit of fat and muscle. It all seemed almost intentionally designed. She looked like a sculpture portraying an ideal woman. He couldn’t believe his own eyes. Then he noticed something more, that somehow made her even more beautiful. She was dripping. Her pussy was visibly wet and stains of her juices were flowing down her inner thighs.

She smirked again and licked her lips. She kneeled smoothly and cuped his face, almost affectionately.

- Are you ready, boy? - Her voice was calm but there was a hint of underlying excitement that she seemed to barely contain.

Yanqing could only nod. Satisfied with his answer Jingliu lowered herself and sat on his cock.

For Yanqing, the world stopped. He almost came right there from the penetration alone. As expected with all the wetness, his penis went in smoothly. Jingliu’s insides were tight and warm, he felt like his cum was being squeezed out of him and he almost let it go. Then time started moving again and the boy noticed Jingliu. The woman threw her head back and moaned. Loudly. She looked as if she finally got something she’s been lusting after for a very long time. And maybe that’s how she felt to. In an impulse she tore away her blind fold and looked at Yanqing. Her red eyes were filled with lust and desire but also a bit of genuine affection and maybe even gratitude.

- J-Jingliu… - Yanqing moaned, finding it harder and harder to control himself.

- It’s alright, boy, just leave it all to me~ - Even her voice seemed softer now. - Just try your best, i know you have it in you.

With that, she started riding him. At first slowly, moving up and down in a steady pace. Her eyes were still fixed on his face and Yanqing too, couldn’t trun away. Jingliu was moaning lightly each time his cock moved in, not even trying to contain her voice. This too, was turning Yanqing on. He felt like he was coming a bit with her every move. He gripped her forearm and held it tightly trying to keep his dick under control.

- Ah, Jingliu… - He bit back his moan and closed his eyes.

And just as he thought he got himself under control, Jingliu started moving faster. She couldn’t stop herself anymore. It’s been way too long since she had sex and this boy was making her feel things she forgot she could feel. She couldn’t stop until she was satisfied. She went up and down on his cock at a brutal pace, fucking herself desperately. Her mind, just as Yanqing’s, went blank with every thrust. She almost screamed. He tightened his grip on her arm, in another attempt to stop himself from coming. It hurt but the pain only enhanced her pleasure. She knew she was close. She’s been so pent up and turned on by this boy that it was impossible for her to last long.

- P-please, i can’t last any longer… - Yanqing pleaded desperately.

-It’s okay, boy, you did well, you can let it all out, you deserve it - Jingliu’s voice was soft and encouraging.

She slammed her hips again, taking his whole lenght and that’s when Yanqing came. He pulled the woman close and wrapped his arms around her tightly, blinded by lust and pleasure. With the final stretch the thrusted even deeper and climaxed. With a loud, wild scream he shoot his sperm inside the woman, not caring about potential consequences. He kept thrusting, though getting weaker with each second as his body was letting out every last drop of cum.

And in his arms Jingliu came as well, just a little after him. The way he was holding onto her, the little thrusts and the warm sensation of being filled with his semen was the final straw. Jingliu’s moan mixed with his but soon both were silenced as she pressed their lips together in a final, passionate kiss, this time equally driven by both sides. For the two of them, in that moment, the whole world stopped existing, there were only them and their mutual pleasure and desire. And then Yanqing passed out.

After a few minutes of lying in the, now uncoscious, boy’s embrace, Jingliu got up. The blush from her face was fading and her breath was steady again. The glow in her eyes disappeared as well. She looked around but as she thought, no one was there. No one saw them. She chuckled, imagining the boy’s embarrassment if he got caught like this. She glanced at him again. He had an expression of absolute bliss on his face, his arms were crossed on his belly, like Jingliu left them. His legs and crotch was covered by his own semen mixed with her juices. His now flaccid cock was hanging down, still dripping a bit. She smiled, he looked weirdly adorable. She leaned over and pressed one last kiss on his forehead. She felt his cum inside her but she wasn’t worried. She couldn’t get pregnant anyway and the idea of having it in her turned her on so she might as well leave it there for now.

Her eyes gradually became colder again. Her lust now subsided. She got what she wanted, now she had to go back to her task. She picked up the blindfold and tied it over her eyes again. Then she quickly dressed up and walked over to the boy’s discarded pants. After a quick search she found the information on Blade that she was looking for. She was about to leave but then she turned around again. She shouldn’t leave him like this. She gathered a the pieces of his torn clothes and wiped him clean. Then she put his underwear and pants back on. Unfortunately his upper clothing was ruined but she was sure the boy could deal with that. Somehow. After a bit of thought she also picked up his sword and put it in his arms. She gave him one last look and turned away.

- Farewell, maybe we will meet again… Yanqing. - She said as she disappeared.