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prettysoft · Apr 2, 2022

Ningguang’s toned legs gelatinized whenever that flamboyant laugh rang out and hit all the right bells, making her odango in Beidou’s shocking fingertips. All the secrets you keep. I will untie that bow, yet. Of course her perfectly plucked brows raised in delight over her shimmery eyelids when that generous, firm hold overshadowed her delicate wrists. A remarkable gasp from her jasmine and yuzu scented lips, and a glaring pout up at her would be commander, except Ningguang owned the theater as well as pulled the strings that the marionettes danced to.

“I was not bored, b-”

Ningguang ambled woodenly to the helm, casting a squinty glimpse over her shoulder at the hovering woman whose fingers entwined with her own; underworked and soft like orchid petals. The exact opposite of the geo she was associated with, but fragile like phoenix feathers on those battle hardened ones. Ningguang made a cool fist around the weathered spoke; massaged the wood, traced the scratches and veins with a cherubic curiosity. She feigned her ignorance about steering a ship; it behooved her to do so when Beidou’s jasper eye glinted with mischief…and pure joy at the idea of teaching her something new. Ningguang’s idea of entertainment was reading, and the scrolls she wrapped her pearly nails around were oftentimes rich with abstract knowledge that may not benefit her on a day-to-day basis, so she would allow Beidou this victory. Ningguang wasn't in the business of gushing, but she was beaming at the prospect of being with Beidou. Being a bimbo paid off, though she was well-aware that it was not a requirement.

Doe-eyed and angelic like those wild hares Beidou was crazy about, Ningguang gaped out at the undulating waves of the calm, but unforgiving sea. She was envious of those tavern maidens and consorts, but now she was in their sandals, melting into this woman’s empowered arms shamelessly. Curse you, Beidou. Ningguang narrowly convinced herself not to make any suspicious sounds as heated fingers and dangerous caresses over her sensitive skin raised goosebumps all over her silky canvas. Chills tickled those invisible hairs on her neck as Beidou’s chin fit gently onto her dainty shoulder like the missing paint to her watercolor portrait. An enthralling touch that Ningguang yearned to lean into, and a hypnotic allure that Ningguang wrestled within her mind. That balmy warmth over her ears haunted her, and Ningguang tasted the salt air on her tongue while inhaling a grounding breath through her teeth.

“How’s this?” Ningguang secured the knob tight in her palms and rotated the wheel at a glacial pace. Her hips were magnetized to that nonexistent barrier separating their bodies, but her conscience opposed that polar attraction. A pep talk, or her resolve kept her from her basal nature. Not to mention, the bustling bodies hauling cargo, deck mopping or whatever task assigned to them easily bearing witness to their shenanigans. Hypnotized by Beidou’s suave demeanor for all of five seconds, she cleared Beidou’s voice out of her head; suckled the corner of her bottom lip with a focused indifference. “I can say for certain that I love being the captain.” Ningguang propped a slender leg up on the ancient platform, berry-painted toes sparkly as she planted her foot at an angle, sarong flapping over her plush curves. “Barbatos shield us.” A muted grunt within her throat as she steered the well-loved ship off course at an arc, cast her finger out over the horizon at a cluster of boulders jutting out of the water.

“Steering your ship is another story entirely. It is quite massive, but with practice I can turn it into a sustainable venture. Shall we use those spires as an obstacle course?” Ningguang arched her back, wrists fell slack on the spoke and moved to the handle. She hastily rowed the wheel, heaving that mighty ship at her fingertips toward the rocks. Would she really?

ƒeral · Apr 3, 2022

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Smells good.

Beidou was capable of contemplating more than one concept at a time, though that particular notion kept making its way to the top of her surface thoughts. Admittedly, Ningguang always ‘smelled good’, insofar as one might describe the varied and complex fragrances wreathed about the Tianquan with such a blunt statement. If you asked Beidou what Ningguang smelled like, she would probably scratch the back of her neck and mutter something about flowers and how it made her nose itch.

But that would have certainly been a front. In truth, the Captain quite liked Ningguang’s scent, including all the minute variations that changed from day to day. She didn’t have enough finesse in this to name the exact combination of redolence, only knew that whatever it was, it was simultaneously crisp yet profound. Like the woman in question, Ningguang smelled expensive, and yet, authentic too. Very different from the tad-too-heavy perfumes Beidou was used to. On this particular day, Ningguang reminded her of citrus-infused liquor, a little sweet and a lot fruity. The perfect drink to quench thirst upon a hot sunny day like this, though alas, in her case, it was more accurate to say that it inspired a thirst that yet went unquenched.

“You’ve got a delicate touch,” she offered at the prompt with a subtle nuzzle into Ningguang’s hairline and a not-so-subtle inhale, “and sure, that works wonders in fair weather.” The obvious implication went unsaid. Anybody could sail when the sky was clear and there were barely a cloud in sight, but what about when the sea turned, when the storms raged and when water sprouts appeared? “Mm, Tevyat better watch out; Captain Ningguang’s on deck and she doesn’t mess around.” A hearty laugh at her own joke, before raising a brow at the next comment. “Barbatos? Not Morax? That’s a new one coming from you, but I certainly can’t fault you for praying to wind instead of earth at sea.” Beidou prayed to neither, but that was neither here nor there.

As expected of her experience, Beidou’s keen gaze did not fail to take note of the boulders up ahead, where the water began to shallow, indicating that they were nearing their destination. “Go ahead,” she acquiesced, as if it were not her beloved flagship that Ningguang was threatening to capsize. In fact, in a demonstration of faith, she drew both hands along Ningguang’s forearms before letting them fall. Stepped forward and drew the aspiring captain fully into her arms, one hand resting upon the exposed midriff and the other grasping the arc of hips. Given her height, that meant that plush rear was most definitely resting against her in a way she quite liked, though she was disciplined enough and clad in enough layers that there were no noticeable signs one way or another.

“Show me what Captain Ningguang can do.” Amusement tinged her tone, but her voice dipped also, just a touch of a bedroom purr to accompany her not entirely innocent intentions. “Take care to pay attention though,” a matter-of-fact statement, as her touch trailed down along the wind-disturbed sarong, fingers fanning to admire that phoenix tattoo she liked. “I know you’ve got quite the vault, so if you crash my ship, I expect a brand new one, but bigger, ya?”

Everything considered, there was nothing particularly lurid about their positioning. After all, both of her hands were clearly accounted for and not palming over any particularly dangerous areas. But what was not visible from a distance was the manner in which she touched Ningguang. A languid caress that ended with her fingers slowly dimpling skin to highlight both her grip strength and to showcase possessive intent. That hand resting innocently upon Ningguang’s stomach flexed, her pinky and ring finger in particular digging into the much more sensitive lower abdomen, tracing the skin there with her blunt nails. An exceedingly minute motion that could easily be mistaken for the natural buoyancy of sea, for the way waves added a natural oscillation to all their interactions. “You are doing great,” she husked, observing the sea with an astute gaze while diverting just enough attention to perceive with a different sense. “Oh!” An exhale, lips ‘accidentally’ brushing over the cartilage of ear as she leaned in more to peer over Ningguang’s shoulder. “Hey look, land. We are almost there, bring her in, hmm?”

prettysoft · Apr 4, 2022

The famed flagship braved treacherous waters; savaged amalgamations of the sea with Beidou at its helm. But a new captain manned the ship, and she was dead set on catching the eastern winds in her sail. Rising to the challenge that she conjured up, she locked her wobbly knees in place; exquisitely lean arms worked overtime to steer the Alcor toward the rocky border. Ningguang swayed to the see-saw motion, a brisk gust stuttering from her lungs as Beidou dropped the weight from her arms. Tongue probing the inside of her cheek in a concentrated effort to navigate the waters. Barbatos. Morax. There were dilemmas for which she wouldn’t call on the Archons. ~~In which case, if any of them are watching, turn away.~~

Ningguang’s bobbing came to an abrupt pause. A warm blooded caress over her inked thigh and a kaleidoscope of pressure spreading all over her backside widened her focused gaze. A pleasant juxtaposition to the cool sea salt spray over her scantily clad frontside, but a disruption to her thought process. Sculpted, gelatinous mounds that defined her famous posterior meshed with Beidou’s rigid, silky layers all too immodestly and Ningguang closed her eyes in delight for three seconds of weakness. All that buoyancy centralized on her pliant hips, and Ningguang was grateful for the support that Beidou’s grip offered. A perfectly reasonable explanation as to why those blunt edges grazed her hips, imprinting silk buttons and leather loops on her skin.

The bowsprit speared forward, and the hare's breadth separating Ningguang from that lush tropical paradise was now a matter of anchoring on the white sand beaches. She never dreamed of capsizing Beidou’s precious ship, but it was a possibility with how possessive fingers teetered on shapely hips. An oasis abound with red ginger and purple banana trees lay just beyond the glittering shores. Ningguang rocked back and forth on her bare soles; chest swelling as the Alcor breezed past jagged boulders into a clearing in the crystalline water. She mentally thanked the ocean for drowning out Beidou’s voice in her head, though the heated husk brushing her ears was dizzying. That sensation lingered long after the fact, but Ningguang savored the sparks in her essence and the light fluttering on the back of her neck. The Alcor was affixed by a pair of skilled hands on deck, and the hard part was over. She crossed her ankles and twirled gracefully with her back to the wheel, expending a well-earned sigh.

“You sounded excited, Captain. Did you like that?” Ningguang peered into that eye, a kittenish grin playing on her lips as she sashayed by Beidou before she could utter more than a syllable. It was rhetorical, anyway. She padded down the stairs, hand tracing the rail as she descended the captain’s domain. Her braid swung sassily as she bounced a few steps ahead of Beidou. She peeked over her shoulder, lifting her shades from her nose and regarded Beidou’s outfit. Was that really the glow for their beach get away?

“You are going to change, correct? Let’s reconvene on the beach when you are done.” Ningguuang waved coolly, after all that heat between them she needed to catch her breath. She was all too eager to sink her toes into the sand, and so she scooped her beach tote up from that kang table - Furong was nice enough to keep watch over it in her absence. Scoped out an ideal spot underneath the palm trees, and unwinded with herself. She laid on the beach underneath a white parasol, sarong nowhere in sight and a healthy layer of sand coating her backside. A novel in one palm, and a beverage reminiscent of rice milk in her other hand.

ƒeral · Apr 5, 2022

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No syllables, just a smile. A very meaningful smile featuring a lopsided curl of her lips and an eye resplendent with self-satisfaction. Smug like the cat that ate the canary. This one was certainly not a cat though. Beidou was as divergent from such domesticity as that fiery avian legend of rebirth was from a canary. But yes, she absolutely liked that, and her grinning gaze said as much too, not one to express any shame or hesitation in what she liked, no. A bit of a taunt too, if she were being honest, a reiteration of what “well-behaved” meant when it came to Beidou.

“You’ll find out when you find out.” That same smile, and that was the end of that. Unlike the methodological and meticulous Ningguang, Beidou loved surprises. Relished in catching the girl off-guard and all. She certainly had an agenda here - that she had been angling to get into Ningguang’s bed (or anywhere else, really; Beidou wasn’t picky when it came to locale) was rather obvious, she would think. Had been rather obvious for weeks if not months now. But there was also gamesmanship in this. It excited and frustrated her in equal measures how difficult hunting Ningguang was proving to be. Expected, unquestionably, especially given how the Tianquan always fancied herself the hunter in trade and negotiation both, but being expected did not blunt the appeal. That Ningguang was so unflappable about Beidou’s rather insistent attentions, at least on the surface, just incited her urge to unleash chaos that much more.

Not really one that was inclined to plan by and large, but much as she could do so in board games and chess, she could in romantic pursuits as well. When she could be bothered anyhow. Although, it was also becoming rapidly apparent that Beidou ‘could be bothered’ to do a lot of things where Ningguang was concerned.

“So I take it that you are enjoying my choice of destination and my crew's hospitality, hmm?” It was perhaps twenty minutes later before Beidou finally meandered upon the scene. Changing aside, she had Captain duties and such. Setting patrol schedules, delegating this and that, and of course, ensuring that the supply chain for beer and more refined drinks flowed smooth and steady.

Much like Ningguang, she had opted for something decidedly tropical. The two-piece suit followed Fontaine’s fashion style - unnecessarily embellished with flimsy bands and a choker that served only to tempt. Two of those black straps rested high upon her hips, as if existing solely to demonstrate how low the actual bikini line rested. Or perhaps to draw attention to her prominent hip bones and the v they formed, a v that disappeared invitingly into a mostly opaque sable sarong lined with bronze etchings. A shade that mirrored the hairpin she liked and further complimented the circlet circumnavigating her bicep, the slender jewelry juxtaposing the strength of her arms rather nicely. Intentionally. In the same way her Vision was now worn about her throat like a necklace, dipping dangerously low between the valley of her prominently featured bosom.

And of course, one must never forget Beidou’s athleticism and exactly what that entailed when her beachwear put practically everything on display like this. It would be hard to ignore the muscle potential of her shoulders, not wide, but wider than Ningguang’s. Her abs - well-defined would have been an insult. Under the shade of the parasol, shadows clearly delineated each groove, the kind of thing that often encouraged a desire to touch and kiss. Which, truthfully, many did. Her legs as well, no tattoos of note, but toned enough to sell exercise equipment. Looking at her, it was not hard to imagine how she managed to lay Haishan low. In fact, if not for Beidou’s well-known aversion to the Kamera, it was rather easy to picture her as the poster girl for a variety of merchandise, and not all of innocent persuasions.

One of her hands was curled upon her cocked hips when she spoke, and the other held a knapsack of nondescript design. Beidou stood long enough to ensure that Ningguang got front-row seats to the view, before dropping down to laze in the sand beside the already reclining woman. Dug around in that bag of hers until she produced a moderately sized tin of something. When the lid came off, the unmistakable scent of aloe vera flooded the air. Other more nuanced notes too, but too covered up to be distinguishable. “The parasol’s cute,” Beidou remarked offhandedly, “but it’s definitely not going to cut it if you plan on laying here for more than thirty minutes or so.” And that was true, the sun here was far harsher and far warmer than back in Liyue. “Luckily, a good Captain is always prepared,” a chuckle accompanied her quip, hackneyed as all hells but charming enough to pull it off. “Yinxing - that’s our surgeon, by the way, not sure if you had a chance to meet her yet - dubbed this one ‘sunscreen.’ Unexciting name aside, it really does work wonders.” She couldn't help but talk about her crew, even in this, her pride for her people shining through in absolutely everything she did.

“You have gorgeous skin, Ning.” A little flattery never hurt anybody, especially when it was true. “I’m assuming you are not gonna wanna get sunburnt, or end up like one of those panda-bears in the contrast between your front to back.” Annnd a little appeal at vanity to really clench that sale. “So you know, sit up, let me assist with lathering some sunscreen on you.” A smile. Definitely innocuous. Absolutely nothing like the way a shark might ‘smile’ when getting ready to chomp.

prettysoft · Apr 6, 2022

The lustrous white sand dusted on her skin; sparkled on her dewy legs swaying to the sea-kissed breeze. Her pointy elbows nested on a white beach towel; thin spine of a novel sitting on her dainty wrist, nose inches from her book. Rustling palm tree fronds and a petal-lace parasol preserved Ningguang’s delicate complexion, allotted a fraction of the blistering rays to impart a champagne glow all over her delectable figure(before broiling her). Beads of sweat kissed the rouge streak in her blunt bangs, adhered her halter bikini to impress on the buxom and pulvinate slopes powdered with sand. Slender fingers fanned out over the book cover and almond-shaped nails tapped impatiently; scraped at the red empress’s doll face, traced over the metallic golden throne that visibly popped on the violet canvas.

It’s hot. Ningguang patiently boiled in the sand, glued to her novel and not questioning Beidou’s whereabouts one bit. Beidou spent twice as long on the ship getting back to her than Ningguang envisioned. The way her lips pursed together impatiently revealed that fact. Far from angry, but bordering on eager and curious about the happenings and secrets Beidou kept for herself.

A turn of a page, and crunching sand accompanied the crinkling whisper of paper flitting against the wind; consoled that bubbling irritation in the blink of an eye. Ningguang moved to ask whether she fell into a portal on her way on the ship, because she was baking in the sun for how long? Certainly one to complain unabashedly, Ningguang held her tongue to the roof of her mouth in careful consideration, keeping her studious gaze on the pages until muscular calves bracketed in front of her.

“Nary a complaint about your crew. Individually, they have their strengths and act agreeably.” Ningguang placed the novel on the sand, plucked her sunglasses from the bridge of her nose and lowered her glossy lids over her eyes to allow them to acclimate to the light once more. “A quirky group, you’ve got there.”

Jazu opened his doors to her first, was an overall good-sport about losing in cards and spoke highly of his Captain freely, without being prompted to do so. Unsurprising that not a soul aboard the Alcor would allow an unsavory remark to slip about their Captain, though Ningguang might have a controversial opinion or two. Furong, an unassuming girl hiding herculean strength behind a cute face possessed a familiar air about her that Ningguang struggled to place. They could be sisters, if Ningguang possessed the time in her schedule to build stronger relationships. Beidou and her secretaries were the only ones she conversed with on a regular basis, but the Crux was important to Beidou. They sang Beidou’s praises, accommodated Ningguang as long lost friends would a guest - did not dote on her as the Tianquan paid the Alcor a visit. She saw purpose and benefit to weaseling her way into that pirate's circle, too.

The Captain's pride in the crew and inseparable bond was forged under a pressure that she would not test - could not test. A teensy bit of guilt prodded her skull, because she threw those same pirates overboard during their heated 'discussion' yesterday. Not her strongest moment, and she felt sorry for attacking them to make Beidou feel bad. Out of that blip in time, an oath to loyalty to one another and forgiveness.

Batting her sweeping, fire opal lashes to clarity, her tranquil gaze dances over Beidou’s sculpted legs; well-defined sinew inflating powerful thighs and accentuating a tapered waist. She glazed over the crook of her groin, extended her hand aimlessly, yet managed to find her warm beverage in seconds. Her perfectly pink tongue poked at the straw once, and nestled between her pink lips as her chest swelled with a held breath. Crashing waves and giggling dolphins splashing in the fantastical backdrop made Ningguang want to reach into her bag for her Kamera, to capture Beidou in that moment forever. More than enough time to take pictures, and ogle each other, but she preferred the latter presently.

“Sunshield, you say?” Ningguang wasn’t listening, as Beidou plopped beside her in that devil may care posture. Ogling the notches on Beidou’s abdomen, indeed carved from her rigorous hip exercises and strength training by way of lugging around swords the size of her thighs. Her lotus bloomed whenever she imagined that, so her thoughts changed course. Visions of splashing around in the water with Beidou, watching the sunrise over the ocean while drinking sake. A myriad of entertaining ideas could claw their way to the top, as they often had in the past, but she knew what Beidou was after. If she succumbed to that so quickly, she wouldn't be able to look at herself in the mirror. Oh, but that package was most definitely heavy.

“Yinxiang, was it? The girl’s a genius.” A smirk, as she sucked the nutty and sweet beverage through the straw. The cloudy rice wine added vim to her senses, left her buzzing, but aware. A pearly canine glistened in a suggestive half-smile, and Ningguang’s bust lifted from the sandy terrain as she curled her legs inward, crawled a step or two to peer into the tin can wafting with aloe vera and mystery herbs. A soft palm planted above Beidou’s knee, and she bowed gracefully over her lap, inhaling the top notes, scrunching her nose. “Eucalyptus? Bamboo?”

“Let me see that,” Ningguang dipped her index and middle finger into the goop, and the tingling on her hands faded on contact as she rubbed it into her fingertips. Healing properties? Or would it only offer relief for her sun burn symptoms?

“Fine, but,” Ningguang scooped a mora-sized dollop onto her palm. Quite frankly, she needed the sunscreen more than Beidou, but this new invention was simply that, so experimentation was necessary. “I want to know how it feels. Turn around, will you?” As warmly as she could state it. Her hands were like seaweed as they glazed over Beidou’s muscular back; meticulous fingers probing hidden knots underneath the faded scars, over broad shoulders and collarbone. Ningguang left her hands on Beidou’s shoulders, palming her sturdy shoulders idly, signaling the end of their massage. Her lips hovered adjacent to Beidou's ear, and in her best inside voice whispered against her ear.

“You will need to be gentle. I have sunburn.” Ningguang crawled back onto her hands and knees, lowering onto her flat stomach and forearms. Her entire back tingled. Itched in a subtle way that was easy to ignore, but became a problem the longer she went without sunscreen. She would allot Beidou an allowance, so that the memory of authentic jade would be seared onto her memory. So that she would know to handle it with care. . .She also really needed sunherbs. Her round derriere was beginning to ripe in the sun, pert and wrapped festively as the cherry-red ribbon latticing her braid dangled over the apex of her cheeks.

"I want to play a game with you." Because who doesn't love games. Ningguang winced when rugged hands grazed her skin, sighing calmly. "Not a game. Just, tell me one thing, or three. "

"Okay...So, would you say that," A pause, and a thoughtful glance as she peeked over her shoulder, a smile on her face. "You are a natural at relationships? Sate my curiosity - I won't hold it against you." Ningguang's hips lifted, and she adjusted so that she was comfortable. "I want to know, about the first time a woman has stolen your heart."

ƒeral · Apr 7, 2022

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Even without the infusion of chili peppers, lightly-broiled Tianquan was most definitely becoming Beidou’s new favorite dish. An extravagant five-course meal, far more luxurious than anything she was used to eating, delivered straight into her lap.

“Herbs,” she deadpanned in response, far too busy eyeballing ambrosia-in-mortal-form to pay attention to the random scents Ningguang named. Because damn, that bikini covered nothing in the back. That ass though. Yeah, she looked. Of course she looked. Intently and brazenly, the vibrant flame of her gaze traced over every dimple, slope and curve. And, unlike the far more polished arrangements that tended to leave her lips, Beidou’s thoughts were artlessly simple. Those are basically just strings. Really really flimsy strings. Strings that could ‘accidentally’ snap and…

She wetted her mouth to no avail, before bringing the tin closer with a rather gruff “sure”. Pressed a hand harder into the too-hot sand, savoring the sting in an effort to alleviate her growing distractions from similarly too-hot thoughts. It was honestly a blessing when Ningguang requested that she turn - as good as those surprisingly capable fingers felt kneading their way across her back and shoulders, not staring directly at temptation personified helped her reorient her fractured thoughts.

“Yeah, right there,” her breath and back alike clenched as fingers dug into a particularly sore spot, “that feels great.” She was actually amazed that Ningguang even knew how to give a massage, never mind the fact that she was willing to do so in the first place. Perhaps Beidou was being unfair in her speculation, but she always figured that Ningguang would be the type who enjoyed receiving that kind of attention. Then again, the same woman read books on literally every subject, who was to say if this weren’t actually her first time putting knowledge to practice. Either way, Beidou relaxed into the attentive contact. Although brief, it was definitely enjoyable, particularly as the active agents in the gel combined with the refreshing scent served to cool her incited blood.

And then the whisper came -

“You will need to be gentle.”

Well fuck her relaxation.

Rationally speaking, Beidou understood exactly what Ningguang meant, particularly when that second bit was added. But there was nothing rational about the way she reacted to the murmur millimeters away from her ear, close enough that she could actually feel the puff of air. To say that her mind wandered would have been the understatement of the century. Couldn’t stop that instinctual shudder wrecking her frame, far too obvious to be missed, or the way her muscles bunched all of a sudden beneath those idle palms.

That she so readily reacted to the slightest provocation was honestly embarrassing with how very juvenile it was. Which was just wow, because Beidou, feeling ashamed? That was about as common an occurrence as pigs flying. Definitely wasn’t about to comment on it though. She had a feeling that Ningguang was likely already too smug about her reaction without her adding any more fuel.

Besides, Beidou always rose to the occasion, in every sense of the word.

“The price you pay for such exquisite skin, I suppose.” The compliments were a relatively new thing, fitting perhaps, given that this whole ‘development’ in their relationship was new. Beidou had certainly tended toward being more indirect about her appreciations in the past, but now, she vocalized every admiration she withheld. Although entirely genuine in intent, there was a more practical reason too. She would not allow Ningguang to ‘one-up’ her, so to speak. Charming the ladies? That was Beidou’s forte.

As Ningguang reposed herself facing down upon the towel, Beidou wasted no time to get up onto her knees and reposition as well. With little fanfare, she threw a leg over Ningguang’s back such that she was astride her, but with her weight entirely braced on her knees so that their bodies did not touch beyond where her thighs faintly grazed skin. Beidou was bold, not suicidal, and besides, Ningguang was way too hot for Beidou’s appreciation of the same to not be shown in a more palpable way, and even she wasn't that crude. And so, she engaged her core to remain steady as she leaned forward, ironically engaging in some ‘rigorous hip exercises’, and not even the fun variety that helped tone her abs in the first place.

For all of her brashness, it might surprise just how gentle Beidou could be. She deposited a hefty amount of the aromatic paste onto her palm, smeared it evenly onto her hands before running them down the slant of Ningguang’s back in an ephemeral pass. Wow. Even with a layer of sunherbs in the way, it was impossible to miss just how marvelous Ningguang’s skin was. What the fuck, does she bathe in milk or something? It took conscious effort to remember what she was doing as opposed to just marveling, but she recovered quickly and put herself to work. Oh, and perhaps it went without saying, but Beidou was amazing at massages.

Everything from the initial few gentle passes, designed to soothe and allow the herbs to do their thing, to the way she flicked that braid out of the way and began her meticulous work into the back and sides of Ningguang’s neck. Gentle, at first, as requested, to give the aloe a chance to assuage the light sunburn, before she pressed firmer with her fingers and sought to massage the tension away. To no surprise, Ningguang carried far too much stress in those areas. Occupational hazard from reading too much, maybe.

At the prompt, she stilled briefly, huffing a small laugh. “Damn, Ning, most girls would inquire into my favorite drink or ask me to recount ‘em an adventure story or two, but you just went right for the jugular.” Her risen brow could practically be visualized with the surprise in her words. “But I mean, you are Ningguang, so obviously you are not most girls.” That was mostly grumbled to herself than anything else. Because damn, those were some hard-hitting questions, definitely not the sort of thing Beidou easily opened up about. Hell, only Jazu knew what seaside village she grew up in, much less something so intimate.

But Ningguang was compromising, wasn’t she? Beidou would not be cowed by her own hesitation in this territory. Her fingers resumed their slow and steady pacing, laboring their way over across Ningguang’s shoulders now with a precision that would only come from both an immense amount of experience and considerable knowledge of anatomy. “It’s no secret that I’m popular with the ladies; you already knew that.” An answer, but not really. Before Ningguang might even have a chance of accusing her of dodging the question, she was already plowing ahead with more earnestness this time around.

“Alright, if you really want a sappy tale, I’ll oblige.” Beidou kept her tone light-hearted, comedic even. In short, she tried her best and, in her opinion, very successfully portrayed that what she was about to say didn’t bother her at all. “I was fifteen. Young. Callow. Nothing like my present glory if you could believe it.” Wanted to earn an eyeroll with that one, she did. Maybe throw Ningguang off a bit, convince her not to pay too much attention, that sort of thing. Kept up that massage too, an actually proper massage, aiming to please rather than to simply cop a feel (not that she didn’t do the later). “She was my childhood friend, told me that she liked the way I smiled and awkwardly gifted her fish. Patched me up when I got into a fight with some village boys over some stupid reason that I no longer remember.” She did. They mocked her for being an orphan when she bested them at how far she could throw a rock into the ocean, and she made them swallow their words. Literally. With her fists.

“Looking back, just your standard puppy love. Nothing too exciting, I know.” And like most tales of puppy love, this particular one did not have a happy ending, but she was certainly not about to volunteer that tidbit. Instead, she simply chuckled, having enough self-control to make it sound almost genuine. “Does that mean it's your turn to share now?” A pause. "Well, first man or woman to steal your heart, I guess. To be honest I'm not sure if anyone in Liyue really knows what you prefer.” Beidou was confident enough in herself to know that Ningguang was attracted to her. But as far as preferences went - Ningguang was as much a question mark as anyone could be. And yeah, she dug. Got nothing though. Wouldn't even be all that surprised if Ningguang pulled some strings to make that the case.

prettysoft · Apr 8, 2022

Calculating, strong fingers delved into stern muscle and lavish skin dimpled red. “Right there. Stay right there.” Melodic airy sighs filtered out from her agape lips, a respited grin as her tree trunk tresses were maneuvered around blushing skin. The Captain’s brawn rivaled the taught and wound muscles condensed in Ninguang’s velvety shoulders. Shapely glutes clenched reflexively as her pesky neck muscles yielded to the pressure. Flesh grazing her own was all that her body required to lure her mind to blissful heaven - fleshly caresses pulling the tension to the supple surface where fingertips rippled the tension. Ningguang sank into the sand, becoming one with the tender strokes. Growing fond with every pass and kneading over her slick skin; the microscopic pebbles exfoliated her reservations away. Cool aloe pacified the light sunburn, to a point of comfort, safety.

A deluxe beach treat from none other than the Captain herself, but, why so dodgy to an innocent question?

“As if it’s a secret. Everyone knows what beverage Captain prefers.” Ningguang scoffed, an astute confidence in her tone, because she most definitely had to inquire behind Beidou’s back for that information. The all knowing Tianquan once consulted with her left and right hands to learn that fact. “You like your juice with tea, and special alterations.” If Beidou was curious to know where Ningguang acquired that knowledge, she need only look to the streets of Liyue. The cherubs of Liyue frolicked in desolate alleyways, scoured the ships docked at the harbor during their hide n seek, intercepted mail delivery, and eaves dropped on their parents; all to report back to the Tianquan during her daily strolls to the docks. If there was information she was not privy to knowing, then the Tianquan desired it that way.

“I believe it.” Even without her eyes closed, they acquired a way to roll into the high heavens, glare down from their newly acquired position with pure…peeve down onto that slice of paradise, zero in on Beidou with the strength of a hundred suns. The filler chatter Beidou offered Ningguang lacked depth, which vexed Ningguang to the soul, pulled her pout into a miniature frown as she rested in the crook of her arm. “Heh.” A flimsy chuckle, encouragement for Captain Beidou to continue her tale. Love and stolen hearts evidently was a touchy subject, so Ningguang granted Beidou time to reply, to recall the memory.

Tick. This is progress, Captain.

Tock. Ah-ah. Need to know her name, too. That little story isn’t going to fly.

Beidou wanted the heat off of her back, and Ningguang would oblige for the simple fact that the formal massage lightened her limbs to the point of weightlessness.

“That’s sweet.” Ningguang feigned her innocence. “Share?” She wore a flummoxed expression, because as far as anyone knew, she was single and could not be linked to one person at any time. If Beidou would not indulge her, then she could be bullheaded, too.

“Mora, was my first love. I obtained a sense for how the world works when I sold my first Jueyun chili. I was poor, and that one transaction changed my life forever… For the better.” Ningguang turned over onto her back, knees retracting and nudging a muscular back with a featherlight grace. Fleshy yolks half spilled from the semi-opaque elastic band just holding them in the coop, and Ningguang’s soft, yet powerful core supported her single effort to rise from her lying position.

“Love has not always fit into my schedule, but,” Numerous ‘partnerships’, and a handful of promises to exclusivity later, there existed two souls walking the earth enlightened about the true taste of lobsterized Tianquan: one went on to balladsize the experience, likening it to a celestial bird dance; celestial bodies crashing together. What a time.

“There was someone…Our relationship lasted ten months, or so. I would say it was serious, but no one was hurt in the end.” No one being Ningguang. "But, this was not about me."

“Is that all, Beidou?” Ningguang’s inquisitive gaze locked on Beidou’s singular one, and she fortified in her iron resolve to explore the jasper seas for answers to her questions. Months spent on the ocean, voyages to and from distant, foreign lands meant experiences; experiences meant to be shared. “I know she was special, I can tell.” A droplet from that rich river would serve to sate Ningguang's sybaritic nature, but she would not push.

Ningguang dipped and dabbed in the tin cream, liberally smeared it on her collarbones, slopes and cushy thighs. Places her limber joints were capable of reaching without Beidou’s assistance were properly lubricated. The healing herbs soothed the minor sunburn, and Ningguang claimed the warm sand underneath her feet. A wry grin played on her lips, and Ningguang extended her arms above her head, freeing a yawn from her lips with the stretching and warming of her tendons.

“Remind me to thank you later.” Dinner, or a relaxing massage to repay the attention to detail. Compartmentalizing as the sand dampened the closer her toes got to the shores, and Ningguang perched at the demarcation line, scooped an iridescent, fragmented sea-shell into her damp palms. The salt dew on her lips prompted her to lick her lips. “ So, are you going to tell me? Or, will I continue to let you have your way, until I won't.” Rising from the crouched pose, Ningguang's footprints pathed until the water rushed past her ankles. "Do you think you'll ever delve deeper? I'm not like most girls, but I am wondering." Submerged her waistline in the dazzling seas, and pirouetted against the tides, waded in the shallows.

ƒeral · Apr 9, 2022

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She didn’t think this one through.

While nothing outright obscene ever left those heart-like lips, those breathless exhales indistinguishable from the bedroom variety tested Beidou’s resolve. Her experience granted her the focus necessary to remain true to her task, soothing over tendons and kneading deep into muscles to assuage the tension within. But being experienced did not prevent her from being affected. Down girl, she groaned internally, sparing a glance below to check that she was appropriately modest beneath that sarong beachwear she selected. Ningguang had said that she wanted things to remain as they were… which, as far as Beidou was concerned, meant ‘pursue me, but not too ardently.’ To keep it in her pants, for lack of a better phrase. And yeah, that was already proving to be a struggle between the incredible silhouette relaxing beneath her palms and those definitely-not-moans.

She wanted to guide this massage to what she viewed as the natural conclusion, but her infectious optimism aside, even Beidou had enough good sense to know that bedding Ningguang was not going to happen so easily. Especially not on a beach - she had instructed her crew to ~~fuck off~~ make themselves scarce - but despite their relative privacy, in her heart of hearts she knew she wasn’t going to get more than some admittedly enjoyable fondling out of this. And even that came at a price, because Ningguang wanted to talk about feelings.

Beidou liked to fuck. Liked to flirt and to romance in limited dosage too…but mostly liked to fuck. That was not to say she didn’t pay attention when Ningguang spoke. To the contrary, she listened carefully and intently, barely resisting a snide remark at the bit about Mora. Because yes, who didn’t know that Ningguang loved Mora. But there was more depth to the imperious woman who liked to keep the world at arm’s length, to beckon just enough with an attentive smile while she slaughtered everyone at the negotiation table. If Beidou could see that with one eye, then anyone who couldn’t didn’t deserve to gaze upon Ningguang with their unimpaired vision.

Speaking of that one eye though, rather than meeting that similarly hued pair, it raked unsubtle lines down the towel-disturbed outfit as Ningguang turned over. It should not be legal how sexy she is. Wait, if that were outlawed, and the Qixing is in charge of enforcing order, does that mean Ningguang would have to arrest herself? It was easy to blame the sun for her overheated blood and for inducing delirium-adjacent thoughts, and so Beidou did just that. Definitely not because Ningguang was on her back beneath Beidou, looking good enough to eat and then some. Fuck, Ningguang wanted to kill her. That was what this was. Didn’t care about those uncollected fines anymore. The Tianquan must have simply got tired of her breaking all those precious rules and regulations, and decided to just off Beidou herself.

It was honestly a small miracle that Beidou actually had enough bandwidth to pay attention to the substance of the Ningguang’s words than merely staring at the movement of her lips, than getting completely sidetracked contemplating how easy it would be to push her back down into the towel, to demonstrate just what else her strength was good for and make her moan for much more mutually satisfying reasons this time around.

Ten months. She chewed on that thought. Forced herself to think about that rather than the other tangents her mind was aggressively pulling her towards. That’s pretty long. In this ever-changing world, many now retired members of her former crew tied the knots over relationships half that length. And the way Ningguang glossed over the ending… Beidou recognized avoidance when she heard it, perhaps by virtue of being far too good at the same herself. It was fair though. Ningguang glazed over this mystery lover much as Beidou herself danced around the question, coating the chinks and cracks with rose-colored varnish.

She wasn’t satisfied with the answer, much as she was sure Ningguang wasn’t satisfied with hers. And, when Ningguang challenged her on the same, chased down her gaze and held it, Beidou looked away. Her jaw locked up into a stubborn set, and perhaps that was the reason why Ningguang pulled away and made her way to the ocean instead. Beidou fisted two fistfuls of sand, struggling with momentary indecision. Because shit, ~~she~~ this was really hard. A lot harder than she expected.

But even as she continued to grapple with that thought, she was already clambering to feet and doggedly trailing after Ningguang. Watched as that slender figure was enveloped by the ocean she so loved. There was no danger here, the sky clear and the waves calm, but unease gnawed at her. I'm not like most girls, but I am wondering. She…felt bad. It was Beidou who had said those words to Ningguang, but yet, it was also Beidou that was treating Ningguang like something to be conquered. Her feelings were not quite so shallow, if she were being honest, but old habits were hard to shake. She ought to do better.

“Don’t say a word.” Catching up to Ningguang was easy, the sea was Beidou’s home after all. She wrapped both of her arms around that slender waist from behind, pulling Ningguang close but not too close, mostly so as to prevent her from turning and meeting Beidou’s gaze. Beidou was not sure she had it in her to say what she meant to say eye-to-eye. Then, realizing how rude that sounded, she amended, “Just listen, please?” Was that the first time she ever used that entreaty in their many conversations? Entirely possible.

Beidou swallowed hard, stared into the horizon and organized her thoughts the best she could. Funny, perhaps, given how casually she sprouted proverbs and made easy conversation with just about anyone. “I don’t know where I’m from.” There was really nowhere else to begin than the beginning. “By the time I was old enough to remember, I was already…drifting.” Homeless, in other words, but she preferred the word she chose. “I chased a dog all the way to a seaside village,” a laugh, but without humor, “over half a rice bun. Yeah, that was a lot to me back then. A few fishermen saw me running down the dog and stopped us. Gave me some food. That poor mutt didn’t made it though. Just keeled over and never got up again. Too tired. Too hungry. Who knows. If I had known, maybe I wouldn’t have chased it.” She took a steadying breath to ensure that her voice remained low and steady. And, though there was little inflection compared to her usually much more colorful speech, perhaps the lack of emotion made it that much more sincere.

“That was where I grew up. I got lucky and the village chief took me in. Yan Yang was his name, though that was not what I called him.” Old man. That was what she called him. And, on his deathbed, father. “I met Haiyue - yeah, I know, her parents literally named her Ocean Moon, but they were just common fisherfolks without much imagination to speak of - pretty soon after. Grew up together.” A pause, clenched her jaw hard enough that her teeth hurt as she recalled what followed. But she already said this much, had delved as Ningguang requested, and Beidou always finished what she started. “The next part I already told you.” Moonlit nights spent gazing over the sea. Promises of a shared future, talks of dreams and ambitions swallowed by kisses. The flower she had slotted behind a ear with adoring fingers. Archons, she had been so innocent back then. So naïve.

“When I was on the verge of turning seventeen, Yan Yang fell ill and passed. If losing the chief weren’t enough of a bad omen, fish stopped biting and crops died to blight.” Monotone. That was how she spoke about this. Like this was someone else’s story she was recounting. “I tried my best to keep the people together. Fished every single day. Hunted in the nearby forest. From sunrise to sunfall.” Worked herself to the bone, and what did she get back for it? “I suppose I wouldn’t need to give you a lesson on my namesake - I’m sure you’ve heard of the phrase: ‘Beidou controls death.’” The Alcor, one of its stars, meant Death Omen Star. As for why she named her own flagship that, well, why not? Beidou, after all, was perfectly capable of wreaking destruction the same way she was accused of.

“Anyway,” she kept this next part short, but brevity did not conceal the ugly truth. “Even after all those years, I was still the outsider who brought death to a dog the same day I arrived. The villagers felt it necessary to blame something - me - for things out of their control.” She sighed. “I do not fault her for siding with them. She could not follow where I would go, and she could not afford to make herself a target by standing besides me.” Enough years had passed to blunt the pain, until nothing but a dull hollowness remained. Forgive. Forget. Let the bygones be bygones - but did she really? “As I have told you, there have been many since then, and yet, in a way, none at all. So, to answer that question I dodged - sorry, by the way - I’m completely and utterly awful at relationships.” But she was trying. That meant something, right?

Finally, exhaling a breath that she didn’t realize she was holding, Beidou concluded her rather lengthy monologue. “You can turn around if you want. We can talk about something else. We can stop talking. Either way, I don’t want to hear a single word about what I just said, ok?” It was not about pride, but certainly that too. She had fulfilled the prompt of honesty and depth requested of her. However, Beidou was more than simply a sad story. So so much more. She had not sought pity or even sympathy for that particular tale. And, frankly, would not allow it. Recounting the same was simply her demonstrating her resolve.

prettysoft · Apr 10, 2022

Crystal droplets splattered onto Ningguang’s face, sedated heat sensitive goosebumps, and washed away bitterness swelling in her chest. Ningguang liked being like most girls(sometimes). Liked the amorous caresses that always made their way to her waist(within reason). Slimy tendrils brushed over her skin in the most creepy and crawly manner, Ningguang scanning the mystic depths with the strength of her human vision failing rapidly in the dark waters that lay beyond the shallows. Scanning the fragmented reflection in the glassy surface through the teal abyss to confirm whether it was a plant, or a rubbery and scaled creature bumping on its way against a wavering limb.

Salt was plentiful in the seas, but the scintillating whitecaps kept bristly emotions at bay. She fingered the pearlescent shell ponderously, like, would Captain Beidou always keep her stories to herself? Ningguang’s eyes were wide open, even as the sea tugged at her waist, pushing her backwards and causing the shell to slip from her reach.

A peep - not a word, slipped past her brackish lips. To disobey was the Tianquan’s medicine of choice, and her rose tinted chin slanted on instinct alone to turn toward the voice that called on her sympathetic nature; calling her to pause in her quest for personal knowledge. Just listen. The bravado was now sincere, and the cold emptiness on her hips ignited at hands whose touch would soon need boycotting.

These days Beidou was always towering behind her, reassuring her with calming pressure, whispering words that Ningguang couldn’t differentiate from truth or things to sate her sweet tooth. The Tianquan was like most girls. She swooned for the Captain’s proverbs and salacious touches, yearning for her presence when she sailed off in her prized boat. She obeyed, this once, and set her sights to the shifting skies into cotton candy blues and lavender purples bordering the sun. Most girls would weaken in their resolve to safeguard their heart when the Captain bared a hint of vulnerability, but that was where she differentiated herself from the common flock. Time ticked, but Ningguang no longer held it over Beidou’s head; she was opening up to her at long last.

Could the Tianquan of Liyue scrounge up every piece of dirt and information on Captain Beidou? Absolutely, but where was the fun in that? To have a potential lover confess to their secrets and hear their tales woven from their lips was what she craved.

Ningguang’s hips jiggled involuntarily, compelled by the tides and firm hands. Listening, stagnant like the starfish burrowed in its favorite spot in the cool sand. Safe in Beidou’s arms, gentle fingers outlined crescent scars and faded slashes over slender, but taller fingers. The pain of not knowing one's blood, not having anyone to care for you at such a young age...Unforgivable. Ningguang’s parents walked freely without a care in the world about her prestige or independent wealth. She could pinpoint a location on the map and mark her birthplace, but it was so far behind her that she could not trouble herself to discuss it.

Her roots as a fruit vendor selling silk berries on the seashores, and chili’s on the seaside villages was far from hell, but not the glamorous backstory she dreamed of. The luxurious qipao and floating palace in the sky created an imagery so far removed from the poverty stricken lifestyle Ningguang was birthed into, that she was only known as the beloved Tianquan to her citizens. She was a hustler back then, a mogul today. Back in those unfortunate days, Ningguang spent upwards of twelve hours in her sandals collecting mora from anyone who looked a little friendlier than the others - not that Ningguang didn't have a sales pitch for the mule types stingy with their pouches. As she recapped, her childhood was far from happy, kids picking up the labor was the norm. She could not call the hand the Gods dealt to her cruel. There were no ill-omens or foreboding circumstances around her existence, no dead dogs to croon over.

Haiyue…So that’s your first love. Ningguang affirmed, squeezing her protective palms over Beidou’s. The tiny drop Beidou bestowed her with solidified their connection, at least, why Ningguang’s chest fluttered the first time the one-eyed captain sauntered into Third Round Knock-Out and laid that smirk on her. Underneath the captain's quick-witted facade there was an untapped history waiting to be explored.

Yan Yang. The name was branded onto her memory now.

Beidou’s life was rife with hardships; hardships that molded hardened muscles and healed wounds. To lose love and loss at the hands of the village who raised you up from orphanhood was incomprehensible, but the reality was that Tevyat was not a perfect place. Ningguang burned up furiously, made light work of the heavy lump bobbing in her throat by swallowing harshly, rocked off balance to the embrace of the sea. Pity bubbled up and even though Ningguang’s face was turned, the idea of pitying Beidou nauseated her a bit.
Colorless streaks poured over her shoulders, saturated her ash-blonde tresses; commandeered Ningguang’s backside into a semi-opaque sarong, flesh meeting flesh in a inevitable dance with the sea. Ningguang, conscious of their position, turned so that their abdomens contoured in the complementary way that they fit together like those puzzles Ningguang favored. Lubricated arms snaked through the water; coiled around Beidou’s waist as if they had done so a thousand times before.

Bobbing like a buoy in the water, Ningguang ushered the broader silhouette closer to her own slim one with a feathery touch. “You’ve catered to my frivolities enough for one day, Captain.” Ningguang mused, concluding the conversation. Although…

“You can not expect, that I won’t remark on,” Ningguang slinked closer to Beidou, observing Beidou’s lips, up to her stoney gaze. “Your strength. From the very first moment I saw you, I knew that we were cut from the same cloth, though our purposes are unique from one another. You have weathered unimaginable storms, and from that, created your own prophecy.” Slow swirls patterned on Beidou’s skin, withdrew her touch from Beidou’s waist and cupped delicately her jawline; holding her like a lotus. “I love that about you, Beidou.”

It would help if you paid off your fines, but…

Bound to the gritty terrain as her toes compressed into the sand, the heat rising in her abdomen lured Ningguang to her tiptoes. With no heels to buffer their apparent height difference, Ningguang craned gracefully, and her fruity and tangy lips enveloped Beidou’s top one. When her glossy lids closed, her plush lips parted a little wider. Her heart raced naturally, nerve endings sparked at her scalp all the way to her flower, which seldom bloomed for anyone. The tip of her tongue merely teased Beidou's bottom lip, and a whisper of a moan filtered from her throat. The acrid taste of the sea was honeyed by her yuzu and jasmine, and the bitterness of their conversation was a memory of the past. As Beidou's bosom pressured her own, Ningguang smiled into the kiss, and arched her back in a meager attempt to end their kiss. Most girls would have melted into the Captain's strong arms, yet Ningguang savored every moment through the love punch kiss and dizzying taste on her mouth.

ƒeral · Apr 11, 2022

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“You can not expect, that I won’t remark on,”

That adamant gaze narrowed, warned, a wariness reflected in her tensed frame. A bristling response that only lasted until the next word, doubtlessly chosen with deliberation, though that same thoughtful prudence did not vilify the speaker’s authentic intentions. Beidou considered herself an excellent judge of character - having learned how to read the open ocean, reading people was elementary in comparison. Ningguang spoke, and Beidou listened. Contemplated the meaning of those words and the turbulent emotions they evoked. Her eye softened, and for once in her life, she had no clever catch phrase to offer in response.

It was different. The way Ningguang looked at her made Beidou feel things that she didn’t know how to put into words. Not the pity she feared, not even sympathy, but simply…acknowledgement? Whatever it was, it made her throat constrict and her heart swell with something akin to relief but more. Like how she felt after beating up a particularly tough group of treasure hoarders or wolfing down a big steaming bowl of mapo tofu flavored with Xiangling’s fried jueyun chili. Her jaw unlocked and she was on the verge of remembering how to form words when Ningguang sundered her ability for the same once again.

For the first two heartbeats shared in proximity, Beidou just…stared. She was caught so off-guard that her brain had gone and short-circuited itself. Fortunately for both parties involved, her instincts took the wheels where her mind did not. Her arms remembered their previous tasks and wrapped themselves around Ningguang’s lower back, pulling her even closer until Beidou could no longer feel the rippling waves lapping at her abs. Ningguang drowned out everything else. Her scent. Her taste. Her body slotted against Beidou and - was that a moan?

A tongue briefly flicked against her lip and, as keen as a starved coliseum-beast catching the first whiffs of its meal, Beidou chased after it with that same zealousness evident in all aspects of her life. Her stunned jasper eye sealed the same way her arms did around Ningguang. That meager attempt to withdraw was swiftly refused by an arm scaling higher, fingers pressing against nape and burrowing into the hairline as her other arm pressed firmer to magnify the arch of back. Angled her own jaw down and to the side, deepening the kiss in a way that spoke to her hunger.

Passion, in great abundance, fervor and want that threatened to boil the sea. To engulf Ningguang in the fire that was Beidou’s unyielding spirit. But beyond passion, there was meaning. She kissed with purpose. Exploratory. Cautious, even, at first. Despite the way she had bent Ningguang at the waist, she did not rush as her thundering heartbeat demanded. Instead, she mapped the contour of lips, with skill, with deliberation. Invited its mate to twine and gave as much as she took. All the feelings that she could not put to words, she expressed instead through the way she kissed. Solace. Wonder. A genuine connection that scared and vivified her in equal measures. A kiss that she drew out until she felt like she had said all she needed to say, before easing up her hold and allowing it to trail off into comfortable silence.

But of course, Beidou had to have the last word.

“Oh, so you are saying that from the first moment you saw me, you’ve liked my personality?” Her grin was far, far too pleased. “And here I was convinced that you hated my guts.” A laugh before her tone turned serious. “I appreciate you, Ningguang, for being patient with me. I wish I could say that I’m even a fraction as good at this relationship thing as I am at kissing, but, for you, I will always keep trying.”

In a distance…

“There, there, it will be alright…”

The soft-spoken surgeon patted the far brasher girl on the back, knowing full well that a swift, decisive pain - like cauterizing a wound shut - was far more merciful than the alternative. That spyglass borrowed from Xu Liushi rolled in the sand, having served its purpose. Yinxing couldn’t say that this happened as she had planned when she stayed up to make a fresh batch of ‘sunscreen’ to bestow upon Captain Beidou for this particular outing. But, in a way, it worked out even better than she had anticipated.

Yinxing peered down at Furong through the wide frame of her bookishly-appealing glasses, musing to herself about this turn of events. She’s cute even when she’s crying. This will be the first and only time I cause her to cry though. When those tears dry, I will be the one to make her smile again.

“So then I said, why is pirating addictive?” Having had more than a few drinks poured down his gullet already, Sea Drake slapped a burly thigh with one hand and raising his mug with the other, uncaring if a few stray droplets spilt into the sand.

“Not this again…” Muzhen rolled her eyes, diligently turning a skewer over the roaring open flame, studying the charring squid with the same diligence with which she dissected Ruin Machines.

Tough audience notwithstanding, Sea Drake plowed right ahead. “Cause once ye lose yer first hand, ye get hooked!” To his credit, at least Juza and Huixing both laughed.

“I got a better one,” Xu Liushi offered, joining in the merriment, “what does a dyslexic pirate say?”

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Several voices chimed in this time.

With such a rambunctious bunch for company, Beidou’s brazen personality only made sense. Or was it her brashness that attracted this hodgepodge crew in the first place? Bit like the chicken and the egg, mayhap. Either way, the notoriously saucy pirate captain herself was too busy broiling some delicate cuts to participate in the conversation. The bonfire was enclosed by weatherworn stones selected for their roundness, a flourishing yellow-orange that did not burn too hot, emitting just enough warmth to ward against the chill. A larger mesh grill was set up atop to allow the prime cuts of fish to cook, while individual crew members were welcomed to cook smaller pieces and other sundry cuts by hand.

Beidou got fancy about it, as fancy as cooking seafood could get anyway. Skewered some freshly de-shelled shrimp, scallops, salmon, along with onions and peppers to season. Paid so much attention to ensure that the individual pieces cooked to the correct temperature that one might even suspect she was staring at a pretty girl instead of a skewer. Definitely the latter though, because the only pretty girl she presently had an eye for was seated beside her, and it was with guileless pleasure that she brandished her masterpiece at Ningguang. With the pointy end pointing away, shockingly enough.

“I call this one…” a pause, wrecking her brain, “the Spectacularly Stacked. ‘Cause all the seafood starts with the letter ‘s’ and I stacked it for ya.”

Groan worthy, to be sure, but also infectiously vivacious. Beidou in a nutshell, in sum and substance.

prettysoft · Apr 12, 2022

Twinkling constellations and a silver crescent moon shrouded by wispy clouds shone down on the midnight blue seas and the Alcor. Glowing beacons lit up the coast of Ganyu Ge, an erhu played off-key at one of the smaller bonfires neighboring the kindling Ningguang huddled close to for warmth, posed in a half-lotus in the sand adjacent to Beidou. Teeth chattered, when the cotton candy skies darkened and frigid air cast its embrace over small, blushing shoulders. Salty gusts teased a satin pareo adorning her bust; translucent over a serpentine bird crawling up a lush thigh exposed to the orange heat, rustling the crinkling moonlight strands freed from the plait as she air dried.

Flickering flames fanned and curved toward Ningguang’s face, illuminating her eager gaze inspecting scarred hands, expertly rotating a skewer brimming with freshly caught seafood. All that meat on the stick was decadent; pink and white flesh toughened as fire heated the squid and shrimp to golden-charred perfection. Salmon flaked and oils bubbled to the skin, hardening to a crisp that tantalized Ningguang’s taste buds, glazing her eyes over in a yearning exchange.

Ningguang glared at a chunky squid tentacle, and balled up her fists, reminiscing over the last time her appetite consumed her thoughts to such a distracting degree that it made her angry. A solid six hours transpired since breakfast at the Jade Chamber; otherwise rice wine was her fuel during the rigorous backstrokes in the water. Her horseplay with Beidou was a lingering memory, but more importantly, their earlier conversation was not lost on her. Beidou unlocked the chest Ningguang died to peer inside; saw more than she ever envisioned Beidou ever opening up to her, but there was growth. Would it always be accessible to her, she wondered, pursing her lips as her nonchalance met with pure joy. Ningguang observed the swell in the ocean, tall white caps drifting closer to the shore with each push and pull from the moon. Her bosom rose with the deep inhalation of fragrant green onions, scallops and ground herbs.

Clashing tankards and loud laughter slightly agitated a famished Tianquan, irked the hungry monster residing within the tranquil bodied woman. The captain’s crew were not to blame for being in high spirits, reveling in the good company and good food on their destination island with their captain. Drunken babble and rambunctious laughter earned a sidelong glance at Sea Drake, her moisturized cheeks rounded as an immaculately timed smile played upon her plump lips at the like, fifth pirate pun tonight. A mere chuckle was all Ningguang could muster from her throat, and sank down into the sand, designing clouds onto the grit with her nails.

To say that Ningguang was tired would be an understatement. Sun drunk, as well as sun drained, and sun dried. Her motivational source happened to be Beidou, being that the pirate captain slaved over the open flame just to nourish her body, when she could just sit back and relax on the beachside with her. Ningguang slanted upwards, pinning her shoulders back as she peered up at the navy blue canopy. The pressure in her belly threatened to break into a shameful growl, but a meatstick was planted between her eyes, with the tip pointed away from her face, thankfully.

“My gratitude to you, Beidou. I am not confident that I would have lasted much longer.” Relief settled on her shoulders, quelled the hunger for now. Too hungry to remark on the ‘Spectacularly Stacked’ name, Ningguang ogled it greedily, a nervous giggle leaving her lips. She rested her hand over Beidou’s, over the kebab stick, with every intention to steer the blistering food into her mouth. When the sharp edge aimed at her, Ningguang leaned into it, round posterior never fully lifting from the sand as her lips formed a tight ‘o’ to cool it down first. Soft abdomen flexing as she retracted back into her space.

Chest puffed subtly, and Ningguang exhaled neatly on Beidou's hand, all over the food. “I appreciate you.” She added, plucking the skewer from Beidou’s fingertips. "Would you like to share?" Ningguang queried, clamping her lips around a squid tentacle as if it were a noodle; asked Beidou over her slurping, when Furong planted herself in the empty spot beside Beidou.

“Oi. You two are up to something, huh?” Furong’s one eye cracked wide open, brows rising into her hairline, and an oversized sweat bead dangling by her temple. No. This wouldn't be the first, or the last time Furong stumbled on an awkward situation, but she chilled, unless asked to leave. “Eh? Is this a private bonfire?”

Ningguang’s free hand was buried into the cool sand; the other guided the ten inch stick into her mouth. A damp notch was left on the skewer, half the meat disappearing into her gullet and into her narrow waist. “We are having dinner, are we not? Why would this be private?” Ningguang, perplexed, licked her oil slick top lip and laid on her side in the sand. "Beidou? Should we make this a private bonfire?" A jest, and a smirk, when she only bit into a single piece of meat, this time.

ƒeral · Apr 14, 2022

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Beidou was a pirate. Not only that, but she was very much the kind of pirate that liked to rub in the fact that she was a pirate. Nightfall found her throwing a white linen shirt over her beachwear, with the puffy sleeves rolled up to the elbows and the loose trailing bits tied into a knot at her waist. The kind of shirt literally dubbed as a “pirate shirt”. All she was missing now was a wide-brimmed hat and a parrot. A hook too, maybe, but alas, she intended to keep both of her hands for daily necessities, like cooking, fighting, and groping ladies. Well, lady. She wasn't so quick to forget her vow.

“It’s really hot, be careful,” a caution voiced at the blatant display of hunger. Oops? Beidou was accustomed to taking her meals whenever convenient, when the winds calmed and the waves gentled. Skipping meals here and there were an all too common occurrence on the high seas; she had actually forgotten the regularity with which regular people ate. Felt a little bad about Ningguang’s professed hunger, and might have commented on it too, if her words didn’t trail off into a stare that was half-way confused and half-way libidinous.

The similarities really weren’t all that striking. A skewer was just a skewer, most certainly lacking in the girth department. But having Ningguang lean toward her, fluting her lips and blowing - damn why did everything involving this woman make her act like such an adolescent? “Enjoy,” she muttered in response, exasperated with herself for finding something as mundane as Ningguang eating arousing. Before she had a chance to respond to the remainder, the feisty little scimitar-user propped down beside her, butting into the conversation that she, truthfully, was more than welcomed to join.

“You are more than welcome to join us, Furong.” Came the calm, even answer, ever the unruffled Captain to her crew, but the way her lips curled spelled danger. Sure enough, before either of the two women seated beside herself could get another word in, Beidou voiced a most innocent question. “Where’s Yinxing though?”

It was a very good thing that Furong wasn’t drinking at the time, with the way that eye widened further and she looked far more alarmed than the question merited. “W-why are you asking me? I mean, how would I know?” That was the wrong answer to give though, or rather, the way she gave that answer was all wrong. The stutter confirmed all Beidou needed to know. However, her expression betrayed nothing, demonstrating an opportunistic patience when it came to ‘bullying’ members of her crew.

“Here,” Beidou responded simply, shoving a plate of some indeterminate material and a wooden tong towards Furong. Given the natural turbulence of the ocean, everything they had were of the highly durable varieties. None of those beautiful but fragile porcelains that were favored in Liyue. And, as the girl went about hoisting a few pieces of fish onto her plate, Beidou made her accidentally drop one of those pieces back onto the grill. “Yinxing likes swordfish best, by the way. There’s a nice one being roasted over Suling’s bonfire, you should definitely go fetch a few cuts before you go. As a member of the Spear of the Crux, I shouldn’t have to tell you that the Shields are of more delicate constitution. So, demonstrate some restraint next time, yes?”

“That’s not even what happened! All we did was go swimming and play some beach ball! She’s just taking a break chilling, what are you--” The embarrassed girl froze mid-sentence, realizing what she just admitted to, before hastily standing up and practically stomping out of there. “Urg, I can’t with you, Captain!” Beidou’s hearty laughter echoed even as Furong left their vicinity, predictably, toward Suling’s bonfire.

“Ah, young love, so adorable.” She chuckled, shaking her head before going about fetching herself a few choice cuts of tuna and salmon from the mesh grill. Definitely didn’t forget her dinner companion either. Leaning closer to Ningguang, she whispered under her breath. “Shall I also tire you out over some ‘swimming’ and ‘beach ball’ later?” An all too amused snicker. “I’m just messing around. But, if you would like, you are more than welcome to spend the night with me in the Captain’s quarter tonight.” The casual confidence with which she issued the invitation spoke to just how many times those particular words have left her lips in the past. “We can talk, cuddle, whatever you like.” The husky suggestion lacing those last few words made it abundantly obvious what ‘whatever’ typically meant where Beidou was concerned. Truthfully, she didn’t think Ningguang would go for it, but hey, a girl could try. Besides, Beidou loved pushing her luck.

prettysoft · Apr 14, 2022

Yinxing? The surgeon?

Ningguang rotated the skewer to the side, chomping as gracefully as possible on a juicy salmon cut, ogling Furong’s blushing expression; pried for more behind that wide eye. Perfectly edible pieces remained on the stick, but Ningguang’s appetite was sated for the most part. This tea that the Captain spilled was piping hot, and her lips parted with petty delight. Furong, comedic and head-strong; mirrored a red eared and pinched face mouse, all by the mere mention of the name that intrigued Ningguang to know more.

“Furong, take Captain Beidou’s advice. She has…game.” A beaming smile, and a thumbs up as the girl ambled off to Sulin’s bonfire, presumably to grab a swordfish for her new beaux. Rather than gaze lovingly upon Beidou, Ningguang eyed the love struck girl storming over to the bonfire. Tilting her head in amusement, she angled forward and abandoned the half-empty skewer on a plank, er, dish.

As she poised to sit back, a husky, hair-raising breath on her ears forced her brows together. The words prodded her nerves, and the corner of her mouth curled; nose scrunched subtly as if tasting bitter berries for the first time. Ningguang innocently trailed over her tattoo, tapping her fingertips on soft skin, swirling in deliberation. Silken skin pebbled at the mere invitation to spend the night, and the implications caused her lids to lower as she slithered gracefully from her lying position, to her knees in front of the captain. Nose tips may have kissed, if Ningguang inched a little closer, but she contented herself with the glorious silhouette bathed in flickering flames, and creeping shadows.

“Anything I like?” Ningguang paused, half-admiring the captain’s collarbone peaking through light linen, half-contemplating her next selection. “Ah. You know how I love chess, but there remains an unfinished game of ‘Liyue Millennial’ between us.” One could not forget that beautiful, sakura edition game that served as part of the catalyst towards their budding relationship. She may have stripped naked then, and even tonight, but the Tianquan’s golden gates were sealed shut. Far from chaste, but the one who watched from her palace in the clouds with crossed arms desired nothing less than to watch Beidou try their ~~hooks~~ hands at the intricate lock.

“If that is not to your liking,” Ningguang, well aware that Beidou was tired of her games, arched her back, curled her hands around Beidou’s broad shoulders with her sparkling lips intently aimed at Beidou’s earlobe. Oh, are people watching? This was their bonfire, and far from the Liyue shores; Ningguang could care less about Beidou’s crew entertaining themselves with this one. She was adamant about her claim, and meant to ensure that Beidou never brought another ~~hussy~~ lady aboard the Alcor, or else.

“We can chat - maybe hug a little, under the covers.” Nothing more, but I will savor this experience. Ningguang coiled up close to Beidou, draping her slim arms around her neck, a short lived giggle, and the tip of her heated tongue flitted across the ripe earlobe dangling there. “I may become…physical when I sleep. Just, shake me awake, will you?” She whispered, relinquishing the tender flesh from her mouth. "Your audacity knows no bounds, Captain, but if your wish is for me to warm your bed - I will oblige." In relation, to the fact that she was bold enough to invite Ningguang to her bed in the first place. That tidbit amused Ningguang to no end, but it was a mutually beneficially agreement.

Night terrors ruled the Tianquan's dreamscape but, perhaps with Beidou there she could steer her through violent, dark seas.

ƒeral · Apr 15, 2022

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To the contrary, while Beidou saw only limited appeal in board games, she was most definitely not tired of Ningguang’s games. Besides, while she typically favored a more straightforward fare, she had already demonstrated several times now her aptitude for something more nuanced. There were throngs of flattering adjectives that might describe Beidou, but, preeminent amongst her many merits, was her adaptability.

A necessity, really, for life on the high seas - to snare the tailwind with lowered sails, adjust courses on the fly in response to changing currents, demonstrate cognizance of transitional weather conditions and utilize them to her advantage… Poets of all ages were wont to compare ladies fair to the ocean, whether in praise of their beauty or in warning of their temperament. But, while any sailor would do well to maintain a healthy caution of the sea, Beidou was not any sailor. That first time they played this particular game, Ningguang nearly unseated her. And on the second, enough to make her shudder. But this was the third time, and the Uncrowned Lord of the Ocean was ready to ride the waves.

She polished her meal in record time during the tail end of the three way conversation, such that by the time Ningguang was leaning in, she was ready to direct her full attention upon her playmate - the only, by concession - in this particular diversion. Beidou never played fair, and she suspected that trait was starting to rub off on Ningguang. A suspicion affirmed by the causal way wet heat enticed the lobe of her ear, the breathy quality and lowered volume enough to tense her spine and cause those muscles flanking her carotids to strain with sublimation.

But whilst Ningguang limited herself to kittenish affection, Beidou was far more inclined to demonstrate her audacity. After all, those muscles the Tianquan liked to admire were certainly not for show. With Ningguang’s arms already wrapped around her neck, all Beidou had to do was drop a shoulder, sweep an arm into the crook of those bent knees, and, in the time it took for Ningguang to exhale a single breath, she was already borne aloft. Bridal style, of course. Ningguang wanted to stake her claim, but this was Beidou’s crew watching. The Captain of the Crux always demonstrated nothing less than total and utter control in any situation before her shipmates.

“Juza,” she shouted over her shoulder, “I find my attention needed elsewhere, so I trust that you’ll make sure everyone behaves in my absence.” By pirate standards, that is. No bloodied heads and no broken bones. Beyond that, this was a well-deserved vacation for everyone, and there was certainly alcohol and revelry aplenty to go around. “As for you,” that eye returned to its rightful place upon Ningguang’s exquisite features, and, as always, Beidou did not disguise her appreciation for the same whatsoever, “I believe we have an unfinished game to resolve.”

The Captain’s Quarters was no Jade Chamber, but it was still far grander than anything an ordinary Liyuenese might dream of. Because yes, while Beidou doubtlessly enjoyed simple pleasures, she also never liked to deprive herself of much of anything. As her day-to-day outfit hinted out, she most certainly had an eye for style, something the immodest cabin had in spades. Floors of brown mahogany stained oak, and furniture a shade darker. Curtains of crimson and onyx, a color scheme consistent throughout. Given that the Alcor was the closest thing Beidou had to a home, it was also where she stored all her prized belongings. Feng Shui Hua and calligraphy scrolls. Woven rugs and animal skin. Ship miniatures and a polished jawbone of a sawtoothed sea monster mounted to the wall. And of course, globes, binoculars, maps half-unrolled and scattered absolutely everywhere, and an entire weapon collection to boot. The overall aesthetics verged on busy, but the lack of dust spoke to the owner’s love and appreciation for all her loot.

The size of her bed was something that might raise a brow. Pushed up right against those portside windows with a lovely ocean view and decked in silks dyed her signature colors, the bed was big enough to fit several people comfortably. And, truthfully, not infrequently did - Beidou was quite bad at taking her own advice to Furong, the one about restraint. Her stamina was something legendary, and, well, as far as she was concerned, the sort of thing Ningguang would soon have a chance to ascertain for herself.

“Shall I draw you a bath?” She deposited her newest ~~booty~~ sweetheart upon the edge of the bed, pulling away to undo her hairpin and tousle those hickory strands that adopted a faint burgundy sheen from candlelight. Gave her hair an extra dose of an untamed quality, one that worked ever so well with her impressive physique and unsubtle sex appeal. “The lingering minerals from the ocean might irritate your delicate skin if you don’t rinse it off.” Not because I want to see you naked. Not at all. Always had a perfectly legitimate reason for everything, that she did.

prettysoft · Apr 15, 2022

The oversized bed Ningguang curled up on barely dented as her dainty figure was safely lowered onto the bed; smooth thighs gliding over one another as they crossed elegantly. Beidou's bed rivaled Ningguang's queen, actually, her bed was only a fraction of the size of Beidou's. Wow. Fingers deliberately sank into the animal skin layering heavily on crimson, satin sheets, and her lip curling would not be staved when she counted how many similarly sized women could fit underneath those fresh sheets. A blunt glare, and an arched brow was all she could bother to display on the matter. How many girls did Beidou roll around with here; offer to draw a bath for afterwards? The significance of this question was not lost on Ningguang; unsettling the seafood in her stomach to an uncomfortable degree.

A question, while Ningguang’s mental space was taunted with visuals that clenched her fists; balling up the hide blanket as her cynical gaze squinted in Beidou’s direction. Pause.

“Sure.” The crystal clarity, and calm in her voice betrayed the simmering annoyance beneath her powdered skin. “You’ll be sure it’s the perfect temperature, right? More cold than hot.” Observing the velvet draperies over circular windows and strewn about sea strolls on the Captain’s mahogany desk, Ningguang nodded her temporary acceptance of the situation. She tuned out intrusive images that flooded her mind while Beidou’s ebony-brown locks unraveled before her eyes, billowing down her back like a proud pony.

Oh. I see.

Knees bent slightly, and a bosom rocked as a succession of pumps were meant to measure the plushness under her fingertips. The bed was soft. Soft enough for Ningguang’s skin, as she did pamper herself from time to time with goat’s milk, and glaze lily petals. She would skimp the frills tonight, expecting that Beidou would offer a worthy substitute for any beauty tonic or essential oil that she could request, and would probably fix her masterful hands to wash her hair if Ningguang demanded.

“Your thoughtfulness knows no bounds, Captain.” Ningguang stretched her legs out over the bed, dangling freely inches from the floorboard. Disrobing in front of Beidou and taking a bath sounded like a dream, literally. The untainted water that Beidou readied for her was calling to her, like sirens in the sea. The ocean left her particularly sticky in crevices, and sandy all over. “What will you do in the meantime?” She was not bewitched by the captain, but the faint flickering candlelight glow on Beidou’s jawline frequently made the butterflies in her grove flutter away. To forget herself, when Beidou was evidently on the prowl was a tempting endeavor.

Ningguang’s garnet gaze fell upon the matching pareo hugging her buxom, and sleek silhouette. The red organza flitted down to the ground in a delicate heap, and Ningguang tip-toed over the pareo, trailing after Beidou to the bathtub. Her pert and bare cheeks reddened from the sand grains indented on her skin, as she peered over the tub at her reflection in the rippling, steaming water.

“Not too hot, yes?” Ningguang reiterated, as if Beidou was akin to a servant, and not a potential lover. At times, Ningguang’s uncertainty on the matter overshadowed her feelings on Beidou. Always kind. Always hospitable, and absolutely horny. Witnessing the womanizer’s stupidly huge bed soured her taste buds, but the promise that a warm bath offered prompted her fingers to untie the halter top, folded it and plastered it to the rim of the garden basin. The same was done with miniature under-garment knitting around her thighs, down to her ankles. One foot up, and into the water, bracing herself for the cool sensation the clean water provided.

“Magnificent, Captain.” Ningguang slid deeper into the water, doing little to conceal her body from a potentially interested eye. She sank below the surface, purging the sand from her densely bundled hair. Breaking the surface with her nose first, head tilted back as the water streamed over her features. Turned on her stomach, soft mounds meshed into the basin; Ningguang waiting seaside like a trained otter anticipating treats. “Will you join me?” Ningguang pulled her legs up to her abdomen, ample space behind her back for Beidou to join. "Many firsts await us, Beidou, but I like this one."

ƒeral · Apr 16, 2022

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Observant. Another trait that might describe Beidou well. Certainly did not fail to note the clenched fist and the way those eyes continued to bore into her back even as she turned to prepare the bath. It was cute - she had given Ningguang nothing to be jealous over; at least, not since she had given the same woman her word, and yet, her prickly not-a-hare had found a reason to be jealous anyway. Possessiveness, by and large, was something she absolutely had no patience for, ever so quick to untangle herself and sail away at the first sight of it. She found that she did not dislike that look on Ningguang though.

“Of course, I promised you, did I not? Whatever you like.”

These days, Beidou was truly pressed to say anything she might dislike about the mogul who shared her notoriety but in different arenas. Smitten, as those earlier-referenced poets might well orate about - enraptured by beauty, slain by wits, and utterly entrapped by that riveting personality. Unfortunately, the Captain herself was woefully incompetent in affairs of the heart, and as such, rather than soothing the rearing green beast with additional reassurances of her devotion, she was too busy fidgeting with the novel contraption that heated water.

A funny device, rather unwieldy and such, that she hauled back on a previous trip to Sumeru and tastefully concealed behind some painted dividers. It perhaps would not surprise that the desert-dwelling folks were quite ingenious when it came to desalinating water and all that. A spark of electro jumped from her digits to power the machine, and, in a matter of minutes, she had filled the wooden tub with hot water. Well, ‘lukewarm’ by her standards. Beidou preferred her baths like her food, piping hot. But, given that she was also perfectly content swimming in the frigid sea in the dead of winter, it was a small concession to make.

About that tub though. It was definitely big enough to fit at least two Beidous. Figures.

Not that she was paying any attention to the wash basin anymore. Because…wow. For a moment, she simply stared. And then stared some more. When the compliment regarding the water temperature came, Beidou shook the daze from her gaze and recollected enough of herself to clear her throat. But the damage was absolutely already done; Beidou was quite certain that she would never forget the silhouette of a very naked Ningguang to the last of her days. Her distraction did not inspire a sudden desire for modesty though. “Magnificent indeed,” her hands flanked either side of the tub, dropping her weight down for a nice bird’s eye view all along the magnificence she was intent upon admiring. It went without saying that Beidou has seen a lot of naked women in her life. Definitely appreciated the feminine form each and every time, but had enough experience under her belt not to be quite so affected most of the time. This was not most of the time. And under her belt was getting rowdy.

And so, when that invitation came, she was halfway between famished eagerness and afflicted apprehension. Not that she had anything to be embarrassed about - that greatsword she always lugged around, which might well have hinted at overcompensation in some cases, was actually quite an apt forewarning in hers. And, given Ningguang always seemed to know just about everything, there was no bloody way rumors of the Captain of the Crux and the size of her ‘flagship’ haven’t reached those attentive ears. But, well, Beidou had wanted to convey finesse, not adolescent readiness, and that plan was about to walk the plank (~~her plank, hurrhurr~~).

“Was planning to,” She shrugged off the shirt and made quick work of the bikini top as well. Contrary to her usual patterns, she did not bother to flaunt her topless state, allowing her statuesque frame to speak for itself as she pulled and loosened the fabric wrapped around her waist and stripped off the swimsuit beneath. “Take it as a compliment, will ya?” A grumble now, a hint of irate at her body’s obvious mutiny. Because as it turned out, the Alcor’s Captain came with just as impressive a bowsprit as the ship she commanded. An apt comparison, in more ways than one; given that a ship’s spar was meant to point where the ship was intending on going, that hers was pointed straight at the bathing woman said all that needed to be said on that particular subject.

Not quite flaunting, but definitely not shy either as she braced her weight on the tub’s edge - bolted into the floorboard; they were on a ship after all - and swung herself into the water. Waaaay too cold for her preferences, but the woman who insisted upon this temperature could certainly assist with turning the heat up a few notches. Leaning forward and away from the tub’s edge, she scooped up the already dampened silvery hair and deposited the same over Ningguang’s shoulder, marveling at how both hair and skin acquired the warm glow of firelight. “I intend for this to be about you,” she offered, running the flat of a palm along the smoothness of back, stripping the medicinal mix she herself had spread only hours ago. “Tell me what you like, Ning. I’ll gladly wash your hair, or assist with anything else you might require.”

Could have left it off there, allowed the fact that she could not seem to keep her hands off of Ningguang to praise in her stead, but Ningguang’s beauty was such that Beidou was almost loathe not to pay tribute to the same. “Remember that story of the jade ornament I told you once?” Two weeks and a few ago, to be exact. “I have a different answer now to the question you posed then.” Leaned in, brushed her lips along the slope of shoulder, moving hair out of the way to trail reverent attention upon the nape. A hand drifted down Ningguang’s waist, where Beidou’s hands always seemed drawn to. “I wish to cherish you. To adore you. I would gladly sing your praises across the seven seas, but I don’t think you would care much for the same. So, instead, I will offer the same to you in private only - you are the most beautiful, the most precious, treasure that I have ever seen, and, no, I don’t say that to anyone else. Never have. Never will.” Her fingers fanned and sunk possessively into the plush of hips.

“Be mine, Ningguang.”

prettysoft · Apr 16, 2022

Unveiling delicate curves, a plump backside and perky bosom came with its perks and that was to command whoever’s eye she desired. Currently, only one jewel came to mind, and the eye was pointedly glaring at her. The famed mast may have hit Ningguang in her face, as it leveled with her. She lowered into the water, a feeble attempt to obscure her tinted pink cheeks. To not look at it proved more difficult than Ningguang imagined. The wooden ship steered clear, but a speculative gaze measured it in golden mora stacks. Oh my, Plush, concave slopes blushed red at faint touches, derrière contoured to the just wide enough space between sculpted, and firm inner thighs. Who else would this be about? A peacock in heat would not flaunt its feathers; unless to attract a suitable mate during its colorful dance.

Ningguang melted underneath the strength that worked through kinks in her neck, stroking away concerns about tax laws like sea washing away sand.

Second massage in a span of six hours, she was floating sky high at the adoring words tickling her ears, jolting her pink pearl curtained by soft thighs. Beidou’s licentious intentions were clear as day, but Ningguang loved the attentive caresses to her damp skin, wriggled her bottom to get real comfortable in her seat, but the gesture was so calculated as not to disturb the family jewels vulnerably chilling. She nested in the lap of luxury, fingernails grazing the round of Beidou’s scarred knees, stroking them as if a seer kneading her crystal ball.

“I like,” The Tianquan trailed off, dewy lips rolled together real slow, and Ningguang stilled her breathing. Heart beats were deafeningly loud. Rocking and knocking to the ocean's powerful pull, just causing her to lean this way and that. Tingles raced down her spine, and a nonchalant nod was her reply. How could I forget? The jade ornament suffered at the Captain’s hands, but Ningguang was not jade, and was malleable, rather than fragile.

Pampering touches to her figure were met with choppy sighs, as she processed Beidou’s proclamation. The captain’s searing kiss felt a lot like the first time red ink burrowed into her virgin skin. Beidou was a permanent fixture in her life, but unstable, like ink drying on a treaty scroll. She’d had her words, but what actions did the brazen Captain take to secure her doubts?

Ningguang was shocked herself by the liberal way they shared one another, when in the past, it took multiple months before she would even consider showing herself to another soul. Sans the ten month long relationship - even then, it took months for Ningguang to decide if she wanted to lay with a person, or simply keep their company. Fucking was not the natural conclusion to her dates, or relationships, but it was possibly all that came to Ningguang’s mind when she moseyed up to Beidou’s third leg. Like a dog ignoring its favorite bone, perhaps she would rather save her bone for a more opportune time.

And why wouldn’t you? That held weight, because that sea serpent wrecked ships, and the underwater caverns it called home at one point or another did haunt Ningguang. She would sooner charm the infamous serpent with a flute, than to devour it so soon after gloriously casting her net over its rearing head. No, she would never present her pet in public, but the words of affirmation served to comfort her.

“Oh.” Ningguang mused, nonchalant as her boney wrist dripped with water and her index finger pressed to her bottom lip. Hearing Beidou profess in that way, stormed her seas, which she was just clutching to her raft to stay afloat.“I am yours.” Kittenish purrs morphed into a fledgling tigress’ growl, and Ningguang pivoted in the water; splashing kept to a minimum as she was smooth like a water nymph. Stiff girth prodded at her torso, over her belly button, as she mounted the one eyed woman.

Elbows rest over Beidou’s shoulders, and her long lashes stutter when a prominent heat brushes her soft skin. “Would you still wash my hair?” Her tone dripped with honey, as she swept her hair over her shoulders and it fanned out in the water over her arched back. “When you,” Ningguang, coy as ever, bumped her nose into Beidou’s lightly -similarly to a cat greeting its companion. “When you do it, go slow,” She favored Beidou’s neck, a kiss there, and somewhere near her pulsepoint. “I like it slow, I’ve told you that, right? Everything that I do, I take my time. Cover all my bases, and don’t miss a spot.”

ƒeral · Apr 17, 2022

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Slow, huh. Slow could mean a great number of things. For example, Beidou was feeling a little slow on deciphering exactly what slow meant in this particular context. Slow, as in a warning for how fast they were moving? Or slow, as in pacing and tempo? Well, she certainly hoped that it was the latter, because this - Ningguang astride her lap, tantalizing her very eager trouser serpent with a whisper of skin but no real friction, promising to be hers… Well, this was too much for a simple boat captain, whose mind stalled like a ship trapped in packed ice, and whose thundering pulse was surely noticeable beneath that well-appreciated kiss. Arrested by the heat of the moment, certainly, but that alone wouldn’t have been able to falter Beidou like this. It was more so the fact that while this encounter was simultaneously living up to her every hope and dream, Ningguang also just kind of casually defied her every thought and plan on how Beidou expected this to go.

In fairness to the both of them, Beidou never did mistake Ningguang for a hare; she was foolhardy, not harebrained. But for all of Ningguang’s subtle and not so subtle come-hithers, it had always been exactly that, an invitation for Beidou to pursue, to chase, which in the natural order of things should have ended up with her pouncing, with some flouncing to follow, ending in trouncing perhaps. She expected some shyness, maybe some coyness; what she definitely didn’t see coming was Ningguang mounting her and demonstrating enough self-control to banter. Beidou’s uncharacteristic silence that stretched was honestly more embarrassing than that time when she almost fell out of a chair.

Words. Those were hard when every other thought gravitated to her own hardness pressed up against Ningguang with unmistakable intent, rearing for its most exciting treasure-dive yet. In her defense, perhaps the size of that infamous spar was to blame, redirected too much blood from her brain or something. Beidou swallowed hard enough that her throat bobbed in a comical sort of way, and the stuttered ship began to part its way through slush. Her mind, that is, the other ship-like part had no such luck yet.

“Your hair. Right. Of course.” Not the most creative of answers, far from. Given Beidou’s usual articulation, this was almost laughably dull, but at least it was better than continuing to stare like Ningguang sprouted a third-leg or something. Most definitely not - only one of them has got one of those, and it was doing a terrific job at distracting Beidou every time Ningguang made the slightest of movements.

Deciding to keep her mouth shut for now and simply go about her self-assigned task, Beidou reached an arm over the side of the tub to fish blindly at some of the bath products kept close. Managed to snag a familiar bottle of shampoo - hey, there were Kameras, water boilers, this was only fair okay - and brought it over to squirt a generous amount into her own palm. And then there was the matter of actually applying said product. Ningguang seemed perfectly content with her new seat, and given the length of her hair, that made getting to it properly from this position an impossibility. Beidou was definitely going to try though, never one to shy away from a challenge, and besides, Ningguang was playing a dangerous game here. Captain Ningguang had performed admirably docking the Alcor under a clear sky, but the ocean was ever fickle, and only time would tell how the greenhorn captain might fare against both the strength and turbulence of the sea.

A well-muscled forearm wrapped around the small of back, Beidou taking full advantage of her physical superiority to flatten Ningguang against her own front. Leaned back against the tub for good measure before flexing those powerful thighs of hers, drawing her knees up as much as they would go against Ningguang’s back, effectively keeping her trapped. “There we go, way easier to reach your hair like this.” She swallowed an involuntary moan from the pressure against her now very sandwiched mast, before offering her justification with an open-mouthed kiss pressed against the side of throat. In the exact spot Ningguang kissed her earlier.

Very tic for tac, she was. Not always that way, no, but Ningguang had challenged Beidou upon Beidou's ship, and there was only one Captain here. Beidou worked both hands now into the argent strands nearly spanning the length of her bath - a peacock’s train? Nah, those pompous birds might be eye-catching, but they had nothing on the elegance and grace of a phoenix’s gorgeous tail feathers. Similarly, Ningguang could channel all the animals she wanted and then some, and there would still be nothing, on land or under the sea, that could compare against a dragon’s avarice and pride. A pride rocked up against Ningguang with avarice and a boldness that was all Beidou.

“How’s this?” She inquired, voice low and throaty - and for once, not by design - as she bunched a loose cluster of hair in her hands and began to meticulously clean the same. Loose, so as not to accidentally apply too much pressure from the way her hips churned in a steady up and down, keeping the motion minimal enough to maybe blame it on the ocean. A flimsy excuse, but Beidou loved manufacturing plausible deniability. Definitely knew what she was doing though. Nude as they were, it was impossible to mistake just what she was grinding against. The size of her unruly spar meant that there was no chance she would accidentally slip inside, but she didn't need to be inside to do some sensual damage to the far too confident tease. Heat. Friction. Texture and rigidity. Demonstrating full awareness of what all of those attributes could do when it came to mapping out the contours of underwater caverns, Beidou set about ensuring a path of mutually assured destruction.

“Slow enough for you?” Talking about the hair-washing, of course.

prettysoft · Apr 17, 2022

Slow, like sugary, golden sap oozing from a tree trunk. She liked that sticky and sweet syrup on her rice cakes as dessert. Too much? Ningguang reclined, palms slippery over wet skin; groping muscular biceps and fingering old scars with the utmost respect for healed, weathered wounds. The same muscles rippled, coiled around her to bring her forth; ensnared her frame, and their figures meshed together as one. Ningguang's nails indented into Beidou's arms, baring a blissful smile as the weight of her tresses lifted from her scalp. The careful, subtle movements through the moon kissed length caused her shoulders to tremble. Chills traveled over her slippery silhouette, and a pressurized sensation between her hips weakened her resolve.

"That is…"

A creaking and a groan from the Alcor, as Ningguang's soft pearl brushed over Beidou's rigid bowsprit. Once, without any intention. The second, may have deliberately kissed the tip just to see what it felt like. Her delicate petals were subdued, and that bud nestled behind silvery peach fuzz swelled a fraction with the way Beidou's fleshy staff prodded up and against her.

"Perfect. Thank you." But, this is… fast. Beidou's burgeoning bowsprit had a front row view to the pea-sized cove hovering innocently over the heated spire, and Ningguang taunted the serpent, compressing her softness over it. She sandwiched it on her pelvis, stroked it with a soft, yet toned abdomen. Even with the strong hold gripping her waist, Ningguang slithered up Beidou's front side. That clam clamped down, and left the trouser serpent erect to stand on its own.

"Mm. Now to rinse off?"

Pink nipples stiffened as they were greeted with air, and an arm curled around Beidou's neck for stability. Bottles filled with viscous gels and creamy, pearlescent soaps all lined up, and Ningguang nabbed one farthest from her, effectively smushing marshmallow mounds on Beidous cheek. The Tianquan was not inexperienced, simply out of practice. If she was more sure in her standing in Beidou's life, then she would have suctioned onto the mast like a squid taking down a killer whale, but that would require more than a twenty-four hour hunt.

"I’ll handle it from here, love." Curvy hips wavered momentarily, and she slid into the much too cool water, drifted to the other side, and with her back turned to the captain, scoops handful after handful of water over her hair. Water ran clear over her skin, and since neither of them were particularly unkempt no sorts of scrubbing or fussing was necessary. Beidou looked clean enough to eat off of, and Ningguang was pristine, her glorious feathers required little primping.

The ginger and ginseng shampoo was invigorating, grounding to her senses, but most assuredly an aphrodisiac. Poured a drop or two into the water, and simply rinsed off, splashing it over her shoulders; over her breasts. She wobbled to her knees, faltered and her palms landed squarely on the impressive girth, but she retracted with viper-like speed. A coquettish smile on her lips, when she angled to peer up at Beidou’s reaction.

“I’m going to change.” Ningguang crawled to her feet, left the captain chilling in the water. A trunk with her belongings mysteriously landed in the captains quarters, and of course, she was going to don something sheer, and golden to end the night.

ƒeral · Apr 17, 2022

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Ningguang rose, and Beidou’s heart rose also. Definitely got a teeny bit too hopeful though, because despite her cheek being treated to dessert-like velvety smoothness, comparable but superior to sweetened egg pudding, the eagerly anticipated entrée never arrived. And, like any patron served a meal of appetizer and dessert only, Beidou saw all of her tastebuds tantalized but her stomach left grumbling for more. Well, not exactly her stomach, but rather what slapped back against her stomach after Ningguang used it to break her fall. Mute as it were, that didn’t stop it from complaining all the same in the way it flexed root to tip, demanding to be petted all better after being so rudely used as a makeshift safety railing.

Demands that went entirely unheeded as Ningguang actually got up and left. Damn, where was this woman getting her self-restraint sourced from? Because that was some high-quality stuff, the kind of thing Beidou would love to ~~smuggle~~ ferry from port to port for a few bags of shiny Mora. Candidly speaking, Beidou did not consider herself lacking in discipline - sailing the high seas for weeks at a time required excellent self-regulation, of both body and mind - but she had to admit that her discipline was being thoroughly tested. Firmly. Stiffly. Rigidly so.

But like. She had a routine, right. Sail. Dock. ~~Fuck~~ Unwind. Sail. And last time she docked after a proper voyage and went about her process of unwinding, said plans were rudely interrupted by - well, her own rudeness, to some extent. The result thereafter ended up being exceedingly fruitful, and of that she certainly had no complaints, but… It has been more than two bloody weeks and she was alone with the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, so really, putting two and two together, Beidou would think that any hot-blooded pirate would behave no differently in her situation. Besides, unlike Ningguang, fucking was absolutely the natural conclusion to all of Beidou’s ‘dates’, and frankly she could not recall a single time in the past decade where she had taken a girl (or two) up to her room and not gotten laid.

Not to mention - who wore that to sleep???

No, don’t answer that. That was rhetorical. Because yes, of course the richest woman in Liyue absolutely must flaunt the same even getting ready for bed. Although, if Ningguang thought that she might ‘end the night’ wearing what might as well have been thin rice paper into Beidou’s bed, then she was sorely mistaken. Because that was the thing with sea beasties of any sort - caught in a net, it never stops thrashing until laid low.

Without Ningguang’s distracting presence, Beidou wrapped up the much more dull bath quickly and efficiently. Stepped out and pulled a lever to allow the bath to drain, before toweling herself down with minimal fuss. Dallied just long enough for Ningguang to make herself comfortable on that mammoth bed, and, admittedly, for that very stubborn pole to settle into a state that actually would fit into some loose-fitting sleep shorts. Another pirate shirt - yeah, she liked those, but looser and with a deep enough 'v' in the front to be inviting.

Went around snuffling out all the lights, drawing the curtains, until the room was blanketed in darkness. The eyepatch she always wore came off then. It wasn’t that she was ashamed or anything like that; no, Beidou wore all of her battle scars proudly. Rather, unlike the faded white lines that decorated much of her body in a way that verged on aesthetically pleasing, this particular wound could only be described as jagged. Three deep diagonal claw marks serrated the ever intrepid lift of her brow, stretching over a ruined eye that was cloudy like heady liquor, and ending just below the eye socket. A fearsome reminder of the first time she lost a scuffle against a sea monster. As for why she covered it up, well, that was mostly for other people’s benefit. Wasn’t in the business of scaring children and all that.

She concluded her rounds at the foot of the bed. Couldn’t get into bed like a normal person, no. Her hands hit the bed first, then her knees, climbing the length of her plush bed with a languid grace that could rival any feline. Atop the covers, which creased and yielded beneath her weight, until her torso was hovering over Ningguang’s legs. A confident hand sought a knee beneath a layer of hide, and she offered an adoring caress up along the length of outer thigh.

“Allow me to handle it from here,” the husk to her voice was amplified under the covering of night, and her eye was bright and ravenous as she crawled forward until she loomed over Ningguang. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” leaned down, brushed her lips along the curvature of jaw, hovering in the hope of enticing that softer pair into another kiss. “But I want to please you, I want to mark you, I want my entire crew and all of Liyue Harbor to know that you are my woman when we return. Give me that much, Ningguang.”

prettysoft · Apr 18, 2022

An ivory comb glided through white tresses and was placed in its matching case along the bedside. Scantily clad in a sheer hanfu, she concluded her dallying, tucked her smooth legs underneath animal hide and reclined onto the soft mattress. Flaunting her golden feathers and juicy booty in front of Beidou, she had an inkling about the eager state her favorite captain would be in after being left to sit in the lukewarm water. Their entanglement would not end in there, but things would undoubtedly get slippery in bed, if not too hot. The way she teased Beidou’s head was a sampling for the treasure hoarder, a taste for her greedy tongue to cling onto, until Ningguang was ready for a deeper physical relationship. As much as Ningguang tuned out any gossip churned out by the rumor mill, she was keen on what activities Beidou busied herself with during free time. What ‘sailing’ entailed, and what the invitation meant when Beidou asked her out on the open ocean, to the ancient Ganyu Ge. The want to not be like most girls and the hares Beidou trounced was a fine line, but the attention she soaked up like a sponge in the meantime. She loved being around Beidou, if it wasn't obvious.

An icy facade was not possible when the statuesque shadow danced on the wall, and an arguably larger presence emerged into the candlelit space. She lit up, internally, and her eyes reflected that as she checked Beidou out. Ningguang tilted her head, ogled where the king snake slept in shorts, followed Beidou’s movements to the sconces glowering around the dimly lit room. Subtle.She curled up on her side, opening the covers up, and desperately keeping her thighs shut as Beidou found her in the darkness. Ningguang stifled a gasp, haughty smirk on her naked lips when calloused hands traced her outer thigh. A faint whimper betrayed her, but Ningguang accepted the vocalizations, and knew Beidou would too.

She invited Beidou closer, looping her arm around Beidou’s waist; flexing her fingertips on skin that had yet to be marred by battle. Beidou’s skin was soft, not unlike her skin bathed in all the rich milk and botanicals. Beidou took care of her figure, cared for her appearance in her own way. She couldn't visualize an unattractive Beidou, one eye or two, the charming pirate was different from the others. She could not stay away - literally.

"Lookin' pretty fancy," Ningguang mocked, with the sweetest tone, because she really couldn't see a thing. Magnetized to the body heat, the fleshy bud between her thighs throbbed and buzzed as they connected. Ningguang defied her instincts for minutes longer against the sparks causing her pearl to twitch behind lace undergarments, but she was weakning.

"Mmm.” Ningguang contemplated her next moves, though she melted into the plush mattress as lavish kisses lined her jawline, and she returned them in kind; brushing lips over collarbone, and neck. The reassurance that the captain offered loosened her hinges a bit, and she traced vertical lines up and down Beidou’s back. Delicate hands contoured over abs, feather light touches playing at the hip bones and dangerously close to rigid flesh. It was hard to miss, but out of respect for Beidou - Ningguang changed course. Securing herself at the small of Beidou’s back, her pelvis snaked along the mattress to quell the mounting excitement within.

“It feels a little soon.” She whispered, receptive to the fervor and heat radiating over her lighter frame. Legs parted against her better judgment, and Ningguang rubbed a muscular calf with her foot, adoring the power that resided within the chiseled legs. She slanted so that her bosom met Beidou’s, and her lips captured a pleasantly warm mouth with benevolent intent - to show Beidou that she did care for her, but could not cross that steep bridge with her, yet. Fastening her thighs around Beidou’s hips, Ningguang cupped the woman’s face; raked through dark-chocolate tresses to pull the body on top of her closer, until they were suffocating one another.

“I want you to please me, Beidou. I need you to do it.” It's a maybe to the marking? In her lustful trance, she possessed enough sense to weigh the repercussions that came with letting Beidou mark her, but Beidou's lips were already sucking on supple skin - testing her limits, marking her territory. Probably a bit of both. “I bruise easily,” Ningguang let the words slip, embedding her nails into sturdy muscle. Butterflies in her stomach traveled between her hips, which just glistened with her sweet and citrusy nectar. Presently, her thighs were open for more, but she hugged Beidou close with no intention to release her.

ƒeral · Apr 18, 2022

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Slow. Beidou repeated that word to herself like a mantra. Slow, not like the way she preferred her drinks - slamming back hard liquor like it was water, groaning in satisfaction from the burning trail imparted upon her esophagus and pooling low in her gut. Slow, not like the way she sailed - chasing the tailwind, sails billowing, severing space with that aggressively pointed spar and conquering the gushing waves. Slow, not like the way she typically fucked, which, err, was basically the same as how she sailed to not require its own sentence.

But it would also be fair to say that nothing about this was typical. For one, she was almost distressingly sober. By choice too. Beidou wanted her mind nice and clear when she went about this. Didn’t want the alcohol clouding her judgment, and, more importantly, fogging her memories in the aftermath. No, she definitely wanted to remember. Wanted to sear each and every sound she pulled from Ningguang into the deepest reaches of her mind, to memorialize how she looked in this moment - pliant, willing, flush blossoming like firelight dancing upon gossamer from their combined body heat, or perhaps, as the more possessive parts of her liked to think, from being scorched by the fire that Beidou’s eye color hinted at. Although, that was just the thing. It was one of the only similarities they shared as far as appearances went. That vivid red, too bright, too undiluted, to be described with any other color.

Fire. Burning. Passionate and voracious. The uncompromising destroyer of the old and harbinger of the new. And perhaps it was that fire, not quite so aggressive as Beidou’s at first glimpse, but doubtlessly vivacious and unwavering, that drew her in the first place. That had to be it because she was heating up, could not recall another time in recent memories when she had become so affected, so completely and utterly consumed until all she could focus on was how much and how badly she wanted Ningguang in this moment.

Wanted her scent - chased after it with the way she burrowed herself into that slender throat, drinking deep in the unique differences of how her own shampoo smelled upon Ningguang. Wanted her taste - her lips were never idle, laving over skin, at times gentle, and at times brandishing her hunger in an entirely visceral display. Teeth, tongue, everything became involved in her quest to perceive, to experience the delightful treat dangled time and again. And, now that she has had her teeth quite literally snapped around the same, Beidou has decided that she was never letting go.

Her hands kept themselves busy too. Threading through hair, gripping - not rough, just enough to secure a handhold and keep Ningguang from squirming as those kisses grew ravenous. Down those feminine contours, mapping out what she readily and boldly proclaimed as hers and hers alone. Over the dimple of waist, the flare of hips, but nothing like the gentle presence with which she had held Ningguang prior. This was all possessive greed, declarative intent, hunger and want of an absolutely famished beast deadset upon devouring.

“Anything,” she huffed her promises into the skin she dimpled with teeth and creased with the vacuum of lips. “I will,” skin that she soothed with the flat of her tongue and open-mouthed kisses that conveyed not just the intensity of her need, but also the tentative affection she offered only to Ningguang. “Archons, Ning, you are-” a loud groan pierced through those panting breaths, “-driving me absolutely insane.” And that was true. She was even harder than she had been in the bath; wasn’t even aware that she could be this hard without being buried root-deep. The heat. The friction. The proximity of just what she was missing out on was doing terribly dangerous things to her last remaining brain cells.

But Beidou listened. Listened and remembered. And so, despite the wicked way those nails urged her not to behave, when she snuck a hand down between their bodies, it was not to just say fuck it and rip off her own shorts, but rather to pin Ningguang’s misbehaving hips down into the bed. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the way those hips ground up against her; far from, though her enjoyment of the same was perhaps too obvious for her commanding grip to be mistaken for refusal. But it was too much. Her self-restraint was ashes and it was only by clinging onto that last remaining thread of consideration that she managed to hold back from just disregarding that earlier hesitance and chasing after what the both of them clearly wanted.

Instead, she palmed along that thigh again, tracing that tattoo she loved without the aid of sight, demonstrating a familiarity with exactly how those tail feathers spanned. A familiarity that betrayed just how many times she had stared at the same.

Then, easily overpowering those flexing thighs and the arms locked tight around her back, she licked a suggestive trail down the hollow of throat, marked the partition of collarbones, descended through the juncture of breasts (damn, would have to revisit those, but her patience was already verging on zero), across the supple plain of stomach, pausing to offer a soothing kiss or two from the way the muscle contracted from her attention, and down. Both of her arms locked around Ningguang’s thighs, looping under them and pulling those plush limbs over her shoulders, but not before first guiding a hand into her own mane, urging a firmer grip.

And, upon finally laying her eye upon her prize, her breath stuttered. Fuck, that flimsy lace was so drenched that she had to take several steadying breaths just to keep herself in one piece. Peering up from between Ningguang’s legs, with a look that was more animal than man, Beidou growled an equally bestial tune. “Tell me no if this is too much. If you don’t, I’m gonna fucking devour you.”

prettysoft · Apr 19, 2022

Feminine mewls flowed from her parched lips, and Ningguang arched up, tunnel vision searching for Beidou through her salacious haze. She sought the mouth claiming vulnerable neck skin, snapping back cherry red each time. Come back. Knees hooked over hip bone; pelvis arced up, inclined to coax the king snake from its sleeping burrow. Please, now. A new home awaited it, hot and almost the perfect size for its girth. Lost in the blistering heat that prodded her softness every so often, Ningguang coiled up closer. She unabashedly pulled Beidou; harder, faster, locking their pelvis' together; juxtaposing the flag pole poking through shorts, taunting gold lace and plush lips. She drove a hard bargain back in Liyue, would not sink into the mattress any lower for just anyone. Beidou cemented her place in her life a long time ago, slipped into the cage around her heart. The fortified dam cracked, and water trickled down at the base, an impending flood on its way. She clung tightly to the woman, bunching her shirt, anchoring that mast down onto her sliced peach. The faintest idea as to how Ningguang could control her primal nature was lost on her, so she opened her legs a tad; eyes rolling into her skull in humiliating reverie.

How long has it been? Not to ruminate on old lovers, but her river ran dry for seasons as she concentrated on tasks that earned her mora; extending her title as Richest Woman in Liyue. She wanted to be the richest woman in the world, not necessarily in mora, though it stacked just as high. Under Beidou's care, her rivers flowed crystal clear. A tongue glazed over her complexion, streaking it with fiery kisses and conjuring girlish moans from her core. Supple, blushing skin elasticized by sharp edges were soothed by languid heat, compelled airy moans from her lips. A partial hiss from Ningguang as Beidou clamped her teeth once more, with an intensity that heated her skin. Crescent moons buried into leathery scars, slipping away to map out a muscular back, as her thigh was stroked eagerly.

She succumbed to ravishing caresses, savoring this new side to the captain, noting the hand tracing her tattoo. Hips spiraled, bucking up and down, colliding with a firm palm. Ningguang stilled, rather than thrash in defiance, she sank into blissful heaven. Searing, ravenous touches to her pliable hips conflicted with her desire to savor the journey - to go slow, like Ningguang was accustomed to.
Beidou moved fast, worked hard in every endeavor, but the beastial energy encompassed the charm that Ningguang loved. A hunger existed in Beidou that Ningguang only heard about, but to see it in action... To see that Beidou so clearly yearned for her, after all this time, broke the dam.

“I love,” She melted into strong arms, swelling between her thighs beckoning to be quenched. Ningguang shuddered, and her rosebud quivered to a distracting degree; clouding her reasonable thoughts with regretful options. Goosebumps arose at red hot breath, and lids slammed shut as she silently prayed to the Archons for strength. She loathed to call on the divine in these circumstances, but not letting that maestro plunder her waves was imperative. Her requested tempo was simply a request, not a dealbreaker, not when it came to the matters involving Beidou. The captain waved her baton, and the succulent flower constrained in the laced garment fluttered. Ningguang lamented to miss out on the storm, but getting to know one another's bodies in this way supplemented arduous activities nicely.

“I love being yours.” She confessed, and sealed her panting mouth with repressed whimpers. Kaleidoscopic colors flashed before her, and Ningguang turned her head on the pillow, thighs clenching instinctively upon being hoisted on sturdy shoulders. Recovering from the love bites, Ningguang squinted an eye, bit her lip to silence the constant singing from her throat. Using her free hand, fingernails tapped over purpling flesh. The mark on her neck was particularly bad, just based purely on the raised pores. A temporary imperfection, sure, but the residents and business partners she dealt with were keen on Ningguang's pristine appearance. Hickeys contradicted all Ningguang stood for, publicized a private part to her life that she wanted quiet. Beidou on the other hand, was determined to draw out her bedroom voice, and claim her in such a way that everyone was aware.

What happened, Ningguang? The questions from the wharf children, Baiwen, and Archons forbid an innocent like Xingqui seeing her in such a state.

Beyond that, in the dark, the same woman hovered centimeters away from her silvery kitten, warning Ningguang about her appetite. She smiled at the offer to say no, was gracious for a thoughtful partner. “I would not….” Ningguang clarified, lacing slender fingers through damp waves, clutching voluminous tresses possessively. Scraping gently at her scalp, massaging, before bundling a long cluster in her loose fist -half to rein the woman in from devouring her before she was ready.

"I want this, Beidou." Ningguang reiterated, though this left much to the interpretation. Did she want sex? Positively. Beidou clearly grasped that concept, wetted her narrow and spongy pinkness with words and touches above the waist. Slow meant slow, not no. She indulged in her liquors same as Beidou, but Ningguang sipped - savored the notes on her tongue rather than throwing it back for a quick buzz. “I deserve this.” She breathed calmly, stabilizing writhing hips and sinking into the bed.

ƒeral · Apr 19, 2022

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Reins? Cute. Ningguang was absolutely welcome to try to direct Beidou in this. Try being the keyword. Because doubtlessly, she would find out sooner rather than later that when it came to activities between the sheets, Beidou did what Beidou wanted. However, when it came to Ningguang, what Beidou wanted was to please, so their objectives were well-aligned. For the most part. Because on the topic of pleasing, it remained to be seen what each of their ideas on the same were.

Ningguang deserved to be treated well, and of that, Beidou had every aspiration of accomplishing. She hankered to trumpet her claim, to mark every inch of her newly acquired territory. But she demonstrated temperance too, curbed her zealous rapacity with a gentleness that spoke to her genuine intentions. Conveyed adoration with each and every kiss that she pressed into the base of thighs, smooches that sealed the additional signatures she left behind. With Ningguang’s pristine skin as her canvas, Beidou painted a lustful composition all across those pale inner thighs. Possessive bites blemished what was once fresh fallen snow, budding florets of spring sprouting beneath her warpath.

The tempting fragrance of that blossomed peach tickled her senses, but the hunger that alluring scent imparted just inspired additional roughness. She was going to take her time. Because Ningguang had asked that she go slow, and because-

“I deserve this.”

Because that. Haughtiness combined with the grip in her hair, nails caressing in a way she adored. But she had sought that grip not for guidance - laughable, she was the Beidou; rather, it was entirely because she craved that necessary bite, wished for Ningguang to have the means to convey how Beidou affected her so. Because she loved that look on Ningguang, that confidence which verged on vanity, that pampered inclination for worship. Adulation and exaltation that Beidou expressed freely at every turn, because Ningguang deserved it. But Ningguang also deserved an equal. And the woman breathing what she deserved and so on and so forth was forgetting an important detail - in all their affairs to date: verbal spars, chess, sailing even, Beidou always tried to one-up her. Responded to that hint of ego like a cat might to catnip, utterly unable to resist. Not to muzzle it, no, but to roll around in it, bat at it, to misbehave.

And so, she took her bloody time. Marked up both thighs so thoroughly - even left a few love bites just below the bikini line - that she was quite sure that Ningguang had time aplenty to appreciate every nuance in the drink Beidou poured for her. Or was Ningguang the one pouring? Certainly felt like it with the way that slick had gotten on her chin before she even unwrapped her present.

She wouldn’t relent until the grip in her hair hurt. Not necessarily because she wanted the pain, though that particular form of pain was something she rather enjoyed, but because she was thorough in her devouring. This would not be the last time she laid with Ningguang - she had too much swagger to think otherwise - but she was going to make this damned unforgettable. For each whimper withheld from her by those pursed lips, she would extract two more. For every ounce of control Ningguang insisted upon demonstrating, she would make her lover tip the scale two ounces heavier. Ningguang loved to tease, loved to drive Beidou absolutely wild, to make her pant and grovel at the mere thought of a taste, and Beidou? Beidou loved getting even.

When she finally, finally, snapped that flimsy lace with her teeth - because of course she did - she paused to simply stare and admire. Because fuck her if that weren’t the prettiest pussy she had ever seen. Not to mention…

Her lips curled into a conceited smirk.

“You look excited, love, did you like that?” Ningguang wasn’t the only one who could quote and play this game. For someone so fixated on how many girls Beidou had been with in the past, Ningguang sure seemed to forget awfully quickly the know-how those experiences imparted. Sure, admittedly, when she had Beidou’s roaring libido between her legs, Ningguang was simply too tempting, too delicious, for Beidou to demonstrate finesse. But that was no longer the case, and, since her neglected mast was going to be sitting this one out anyway, Beidou was going to play to her heart’s content.

Her breath teased those dripping lips; she didn’t wait for a reply before leaning in and bridging those last few centimeters. In fact, purposefully waited for Ningguang to start talking to do so, to see if she could stutter that seemingly unshakable poise. Lapped the full length of Ningguang’s sex from bottom to top, moaning her approval for the taste. A taste she had waited so, so long for, and one that she found herself becoming rapidly addicted to. “You taste simply divine.” Never one to shy away from the filthier sort of bedroom talk either, and she genuinely wondered if it were the sort of thing that Ningguang had any experience with in the past. But, experiences were meant to be accumulated, and Beidou fancied herself a very generous teacher.

Putting her dexterous tongue to work, she caressed that deliciously ripe fruit with unhurried strokes, intent upon drawing out the act. Flattened her tongue against that noticeably swollen pearl, lavishing it with attention in the form of slow, careful licks. Always circled back to the river mouth though, lapping up fresh dew in an unabashed demonstration of her thirst. Ningguang had starved her for months now. The least she could do was to ensure that Beidou walked away from this well-quenched.

“Tell me, what do you deserve?” her voice came muffled as she continued her one-woman-crusade to map out every crevice of her new favorite thing. Delving deep and arching her tongue with a precision that could only come from a decade of habitual sheet-rolling. Wasn’t afraid to get messy either. Beidou had been with so many girls by now that being observant was simply second-nature. She picked up exactly what made Ningguang squirm and what made her flinch away in no time at all. Chased those breathy noises, cherished each and every mewl, bestowed upon her lover all of her attention and ardor. Paid her respects and offered her prayers every which way, only Beidou was no slavering sycophant, however much that beloved flavor made her salivate. No, she walked that tightrope when it came to balance, always just a little bit too much, just a little bit not enough. Devoted, like a dog. And oh she was a dog alright.

“Moan it to me, for my ears only, and I will give it to you.” Pursed her lips around that sensitive point and sucked, just enough to get a reaction before she finished the rest of her sentence. “I will make you soar so high that you only remember the sound of my name.” She didn’t need Ningguang to beg; this wasn’t about that. No, Beidou just loved fighting fire with fire, upping the stakes time and again and winning. And beyond that? Beyond that she just wanted to put every lover Ningguang ever had to shame. Craved to be the best, the most memorable, to put those notches on her bedpost to work and blow Ningguang’s fucking mind. To please. But by Beidou’s definitions.

prettysoft · Apr 21, 2022

Months passed since Ningguang's last proper lay, and her senses responded accordingly. Salivating contained to her pretty lips, a hard swallow over the dry patch in her throat. Sweet sap dripped onto panties, and Ningguang hated to admit that her pussy trembled at the new attention washing over her rosebud. Enough nectar accumulated to rival Dadupa gorge, and she contemplated letting Beidou use her bamboo on her, but the morally sound voice in her brain grounded her. It sounded like Rex Lapis. Velvety thighs quivered and spasmodically snaked about muscular shoulders, squeezing tight. Wiggling, squirming, but never kicking Beidou off her. Pink buds embossed on a sheer hanfu, and jiggled aesthetically to erratic motions. Plump lips dampened golden lace to capacity, and Ningguang rather hoped Beidou was thirsty, her wetness made it impossible to play coy.

F-for Archon’s sake…

Ningguang slithered about the mattress; back arching into the heavens, pelvis trembling, centering on that exploratory tongue. Canines pressed on a bikini line heated her scalp, and crimson pooled underneath angel soft skin, earning a whimper from famished lips. She elbowed the mattress with one arm, twined long hair between her fingertips, pulling Beidou’s mouth to her silky pearl for a mouthful. Beidou obliged, and Ningguang's spirit ascended to the twinkling constellations. Her sex yearned for the big dipper, for deep exploration in her space, but she wouldn't... Not tonight.

“The elephant,” Ningguang babbled, head lolling on the pillow, cheeks furiously red at the mockery. “The elephant never forgets, B-beidou.” Heated gusts over the sprouting blossom curled blushing toes, dimpled into a hardened back. What was she saying again? Ningguang’s mouth opened much wider than necessary for the girlish squeal from her throat, gasping at the unrelenting tongue dragging all over her engorged clit. The compliment to her expensive nectar floated in one ear, stowed in a vault with her favorite remarks from the captain, which were a dime a dozen. Ranking in the top, was Beidou's fondness for Ningguang's debate skills. Debate and negotiation, the banter that Beidou loved and would be unlikely to find anywhere else in Tevyat. Probably could get pretty close to the real thing, but Ningguang flaunted her worth, absorbed praise and worship.

Eternally charmed, Ningguang collapsed onto the bed, hips rising to tango with a tongue, adamant on defying the slow tempo she insisted upon in the bath. That was then, this is now, but Ningguang humbled herself. Not to be impatient. No. Beidou frolicked in her river, misbehaved, and flexed her experience. She deserved it. Ningguang's thighs jerked involuntarily, chills racing up her spine, and claws finding scalp. The compact river’s mouth haloed by a fleshly tongue pulsated, gleamed slick as delicate lips softened and molded to dexterous licks. Inner thighs flexed, clamped and warned the head that loomed over the delectable pearl. I might come. Oh no. A hellishly hot tongue smothering her sensitive pink bud with achingly slow brushes to the silken peach, pushed the searing pressure to the top. Ripened fruit throbbed, and Ningguang’s heart palpitated in a similar fashion. She would scream if she climaxed so soon, and evaded her rightfully earned licks. Panting, glassy eyed as her heart thrummed loudly in her head, and the subtle rocking of the Alcor somehow navigated her closer to where she wanted to be.

“I deserve your tongue on my body, Beidou. I deserve it in my body.” Ningguang sputtered over repressed mewls, resentful gaze cast out in the dark at her lover; the pinnacle in her night sky - easily her best girlfriend to date. Something about fully, completely satisfying Beidou ruffled Ningguang’s golden feathers to no end, but she was devoted, ecstatic underneath her convulsing figure. Coaxing may help, but Beidou teased her past the point of clarity. The resentment was short lived, as a warring tongue galvanized her flower conjured a long-winded moan, muted at the tail end as lips sealed shut. Ningguang sang two octaves above her usual register, where Beidou's voice was deeper, her's was lighter and higher pitched. The operatic singing rivaled the singing girls at Heyu Teahouse, and Ningguang gripped Beidou's hair, inclined partially to stare down the plush valley Beidou claimed.

“You have fantasized about what divine tastes like-” Ningguang boasted, wetting her top lip with her tongue. She rolled her hips, coiled slender thighs around Beidou’s neck, demonstrating power in her legs. The strolls to the pavilion weren’t just entertainment, and definitely counted as exercise. Bracing, both hands planted into the sheets as waves mounted between her hips. “I want the lights on when I drink you dry, Beidou.” Ningguang vaguely recalled the size of Beidou’s cock, so she was feeling adventurous, that she would ruin Beidou - another night. ”I deserve to consume you, to feel you squirm just the same.”

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