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Beidou breaks into the Jade Chamber, as one often does when one wants to see the great Tianquan of the Qixing without an invitation. After all - it's not like it's hard. If you've done it once, you've done it a million times.
And besides, as long as Zhenhai doesn't actually catch her slipping in, he's usually happy enough to let it slide. After the third or fourth time he'd come chasing after Beidou, only to be waved off by Ningguang, he'd long gotten the picture. Ningguang appreciates a man that knows how to keep his mouth shut, and that's probably the only reason she keeps him here.
Besides, Beidou's half-sure Ningguang knows she's coming, anyways. That secretary of hers - Bai-something; Beidou could never remember which one was which - has eyes all over, and it's not like it's Beidou's M.O. to be subtle.
Doesn't stop her from hopping in through Ningguang's window, though. Not out of any obligation towards subtlety, but simply because it’s a hassle to get to the door.
Ningguang notices Beidou coming in - how could she not? - but she hardly bats an eye as she says, "The door is over there.” She doesn’t even take her eyes off her paperwork as she points her pen toward the far end of the room where, indeed, the door is placed - it’s like she simply knows that it’s just Beidou dropping in to say hello. As if Beidou isn’t the most fearsome pirate on the seas.
Beidou snorts. "It's good to see you, too, Ningguang,” she says goodnaturedly, as she saunters closer. She knows it’s a bad idea to loom over Ningguang’s paperwork - for one, she hates it when people get in her light, and for another, nothing gets Ningguang up and ready for a fight like breaking client confidentiality without her permission. After a few too many magic rocks to the head, even Beidou understands that it’s not worth it to peek.
"I haven't summoned you today. What business do you have?" Ningguang says, signing something off and stamping it with her seal. It's all very official, and it takes up all the attention Ningguang can spare. Attention which, regrettably, is not on Beidou.
Well - Beidou isn't one to step down from a challenge. "So cold," she purrs, sidling closer to lean against the edge of Ningguang's desk. If she were to look up, she'd get a spectacular view of Beidou's ass, but Ningguang knows better than to give Beidou the satisfaction of looking. Even though Beidou knows Ningguang loves her ass - who doesn't? "Didn't you miss me at all?"
"I don't have time for sentimentality, Beidou," Ningguang huffs, as she brushes away Beidou's hand, where it rests atop one of her contracts. "Are you simply here to harass me, or is there something you want?"
Beidou laughs, full-bodied and sweet. "Is it not reason enough that I just want to see you, baobei?"
"Well, you've seen me," Ningguang says, with an unsubtle roll of her eyes. She puts her red-ink seal on this one, too, before finally putting it aside to look up at Beidou.
"There she is," Beidou sing-songs, reaching out to playfully flick Ningguang's little red tassel. Normally, Beidou doesn't care to be annoying when someone won't give her the time of day - she's got better things to do than chase someone who doesn't care to meet her head-on. But something about Ningguang's disdain always made Beidou abandon her carefree attitude and rise to the challenge.
Ningguang levels her with a look, and something in Beidou's chest thrills. "Yes, here I am. And since you're here as well, I suppose I might as well give you something to do - the Fatui are causing trouble around the Yaoguang Shoal again. Deal with it for me."
"Oh?" Beidou asks, drawing it out just to annoy Ningguang. Because if she's annoying Ningguang, then Ningguang is looking at her, and what treasure could ever compare to the rarity of the Tianquan of the Qixing's undivided attention? "What's in it for me?"
Ningguang settles her with an unimpressed look, as she says, "Well, I could always put in a good word for you when you inevitably have a run-in with the Millelith. Don't think I don't know about the illicit materials you're carrying in from Inazuma."
"Aw, but you already do that," Beidou says, with a sort of whine in her voice she wouldn't be caught dead doing on a normal day. There's just something about Ningguang that makes Beidou want to wheedle at her until she snaps.
"I could stop doing that," Ningguang says, and oh, Beidou loves it when Ningguang threatens her. It's so cute.
"Don't be like that, baobei," Beidou says, drawing out the nickname just enough to make Ningguang’s eye twitch. She knows it's cheesy as hell - that's why she uses it, because it's just another thing that gets under Ningguang's skin. "I'd hate to have to take my business elsewhere - that kid from the Feiyun Commerce Guild isn't nowhere as cute as you."
"You want cute?" Ningguang huffs, leaning back in her chair to twirl her pipe between her fingers. The motion shows off the gorgeous filigree on her impressive claws - the perfect way to intimidate a lesser man. Too bad Beidou is neither lesser, nor a man.
They're a new set - Beidou just noticed - plated in gold and patterned after gingko leaves. There're cor lapis inlays that gleam delicately between the gold veins in the leaves. The things must've cost a goddamn fortune, and Beidou wants Ningguang to pinch her tongue between those knife-sharp tips, wants to suck on them until she bleeds. "You'll have a hard time finding that here, I'm afraid,” Ningguang sighs. “Maybe you ought to find that girl from the Wanmin restaurant, if you want cute. "
"Aww, are you jealous?" Beidou wheedles, leaning into Ningguang's space, now that she’s not working. Ningguang rolls her eyes, taking on a disinterested affectation as she brings her pipe to her pretty lips and breathes in. She can't help but watch the way Ningguang's lips part so delicately around the little gold bit, the way they purse when she blows a ring of smoke right in Beidou's face.
Beidou takes it in like the most expensive perfumes and grins, wide and triumphant. "What could I possibly be jealous of?" Ningguang says, levelling Beidou with a bored look. It's absolutely a deflection - and a terrible one, by Ningguang's standards - and Beidou absolutely revels in this tiny victory.
Her grin turns cheeky as she says, "You know you've got a standing invitation to come aboard the Crux, too. All my friends do. Take some time off, baobei, I'll take you somewhere nice."
Ningguang breathes a cloud of smoke through her nostrils like a dragon, and says airily, "Are we? Friends, I mean?" She puts that bored look on her face again, and with a flourish of her pipe she sets her attention back on reading through some paperwork. It's all a front - they both know that this sort of thing might work on Ningguang's usual clientele, but it doesn't do a single thing to scare Beidou off. "I don't believe I'd have the bad sense to befriend a pirate who stirs up trouble in my territory and never sticks around long enough to clean after herself. Quite frankly, I'd have a better time befriending a stray dog off the street."
She shoots a pointed glare at Beidou over the top of her papers, before setting them down to mark off and stamp - this time with a deep black ink, meaning corrections ought to be made. Very intimidating.
Beidou locks eyes with her and smirks. "Woof," she says - a challenge.
There's a pause, as Ningguang stares at Beidou appraisingly. Sizing up the enemy.
With a huff that's just a shade off of casual, Ningguang briefly turns her attention away from Beidou to sort out the stacks of paper on her desk. "I wouldn't keep a badly behaved dog like you around."
Beidou grins - she can't stop grinning. Ningguang never accepts defeat, and yet here she is, showing her belly. Sure her claws are still out, but Beidou’s never been scared off by something so trivial.
She sounds entirely too eager as she says, "I could be good, if you give me the right incentive," but could you blame her? It's not everyday that the Tianquan of the Qixing takes you up on your offer.
"Oh?" Ningguang says, raising a single, perfectly-plucked eyebrow in feigned surprise. "Well, if that's how you'd like to play..." Ningguang makes a dismissive gesture and says, "Sit."
There are no other chairs around. Beidou nearly points out that she's already sitting, but that's not what Ningguang means, and they both know it. With a sigh, she gets up, moving to pull a chair from the other side of the room.
Ningguang clicks her tongue with a sharp little tsk. "Already disobeying orders, are we? I said sit. "
Just to be contrary, Beidou crosses around the desk - which is normally a no-go, but she's feeling bold today as she sits her ass delicately on Ningguang's lap. She lasts all of a fraction of a second there, before Ningguang is pushing her to the ground, snapping, "Don’t you know you're much too big to be a lapdog? When I say sit, you sit on the floor, like the mongrel you are."
Despite herself, a shiver blows right through Beidou, leaving goosebumps on her skin. "So mean," she breathes, a flush of heat, blooming right between her legs as she stares up at Ningguang.
She's got to admit, it's a great view.
"What was that? I don't think dogs can talk," Ningguang says, a delicious sharpness to her tone as she twirls her pretty pipe. "If I've found some yaoguai in my house, I ought to go call the guards."
"Aww, don't be like that, Ningguang," Beidou says, watching the way Ningguang's eyes go dark as she stares down at Beidou, sitting obediently between her legs.
And then, of course, because Ningguang is an absolute bitch, she turns toward the door, and calls out, "Zhen - "
"Woof!" Beidou barks, a little halfhearted. After all, she didn't think Ningguang would be so boring as to cut it off the moment Beidou was being bad.
Though - knowing Ningguang the way Beidou knows her, she figures it's about par for course. Ningguang doesn't play games - she does everything she can to win them.
Ningguang huffs, pleased, before reaching down to cup Beidou's cheek. Oh, this she could get into. Beidou leans into Ningguang's palm the way a proper pet would and lets Ningguang guide her to rest her chin against Ningguang's knee. "That's a good girl," Ningguang murmurs, petting Beidou so gently Beidou trembles. "Stay there while I finish my work, and maybe I'll play with you after."
When Ningguang takes her hand off of Beidou's cheek, Beidou whines so pathetically she nearly embarrasses herself. It's a little too close to the truth, even for someone as forthright and straightforward as Beidou. Ningguang takes pity on her, and with a huff, she gently sets a hand on Beidou's hair, petting her indulgently for a while.
It's nice and all, Beidou thinks, but Beidou's never been great at sitting still and being good. Even out on the sea for months at a time, Beidou always had something to do. She never just... sat there.
So because she's got nothing to do, Beidou huffs a sigh and reaches for her hip, where she keeps her flask tucked up just under her Vision. If she has to sit here, waiting for Ningguang to come play, she might as well have a good time of it.
But before she can even lift the flask to her lips, Ningguang's swiped it right from her hands, a sneer on her face as she says, "Wine is bad for dogs. Behave."
Beidou groans, squishing her cheek against Ningguang's gorgeous thigh. "But it's so boring, " she whines, turning to smoosh her face against that smooth, pale skin.
Ningguang makes a face and huffs. After a moment, she gently nudges Beidou off of her thigh and lifts her hips up - just enough that she can slip her thumbs underneath her the edges of her qipao and drag her shorts down. Beidou can't help it, that her eyes go wide and hungry as those shorts slide inch by glorious inch down her milky thighs. Ningguang is so delicate about it, and if Beidou didn't know any better, she would've thought this might've been a striptease. But no, that's just how Ningguang is.
Gods, if it doesn't get her hot though.
With a sigh, Ningguang spreads her knees, just enough for Beidou to shoulder between them, and says, "Here - keep yourself occupied while I finish up."
Beidou huffs an eager laugh, her own pussy throbbing as she tosses the front panel of Ningguang's qipao over her head and slides closer.
The way Ningguang is sitting makes it a little difficult to get in there, to get a proper look, but that's never stopped her before. Licking her lips, Beidou leans forward, settling her hands high up on Ningguang's thighs, inching them a little further apart until -
Ah. Perfect.
Everything about Ningguang is perfect, of course, but gods, if Ningguang's pussy isn't the prettiest little thing she's ever seen. Beidou wants to just lean in and devour her.
Of course, being the person she is, Beidou does just that.
She's not a shy eater - if there's anything li'l Xiangling taught her, it's that you oughtta savor your food properly. So that’s what Beidou does - she eats well.
For all that Ningguang is silent above her, her body speaks volumes, legs spreading of their own volition and thighs trembling. Beidou wishes Ningguang weren’t wearing those snappy little pumps of hers - she’d kill to see those perfectly pedicured toes curling into the fine rug beneath them. But she’s more than happy with what she’s got - doubly so when Ningguang’s hips start stuttering up toward her mouth, lifting off from the condensation-damp wood of her chair.
Ah, Beidou wants to bowl her over, wants to spread those legs wider and really go at it. She wants to make a mess of Ningguang, tongue tracing over every little fold of her lips, mouth wrapping over her clit and sucking until Ningguang trembles apart beneath her. Like this, with the edge of the chair digging into her chest, with only so much space between the part of Ningguang’s legs, Beidou can only lick at her like -
Well, like a dog. And that gets her a different kind of hot.
There’s only so long, before Beidou is up on her knees, frantically unlatching the bottom of her leotard. For all that it’s deeply unsexy, it’s a lot more comfortable than just shoving it aside and trying to finger herself like that.
Beidou doesn’t play with teasing herself - not when she’s got Ningguang biting her lip to stay quiet, thighs tensing in time with her twitching pussy - she just slides her fingers through her own slick and starts rubbing herself off the way she likes: a frantic side to side, with three fingers wet. None of this circling her clit nonsense.
It’s not hard to get herself close, just like this. Beidou’s always been the sort that can go off like a rocket - and then again, and again, and again. It’s simply another one of those things that the gods have gifted her with. It’s a shame she can’t be fucking herself with her other hand right now - but the angle would be all wrong, and besides, the give of Ningguang’s thighs is too good to give up.
Beidou can feel the tell-tale heat of orgasm creeping up her chest just as Ningguang pulls back, scooting her chair away with a discordant screech and utterly ruining Beidou’s good time. Still, it’s hard to deny the distinct pleasure of taking in Ningguang’s appearance, from her bright eyes and flushed cheeks to the desperate heaving of her chest and the slight stain of wetness seeping through her qipao. The way she looks as she tries, and fails, to compose herself, staring down at Beidou but unable to summon the scalding heat of her deirision.
Ninguang attempts a sneer as she says, “Look at you. I can’t believe you’d gotten off on just licking me. You really are a dog, aren’t you? A bitch in heat.”
Beidow grins, wide and lazy. She knows what she looks like - eyes half lidded, the lower half of her face wet and messy with slick and saliva. Without the delicious heat of Ningguang’s thighs around her, the lower half of Beidou’s face feels the gross sort of wet and messy, but she resists the urge to wipe it away, because she knows that hungry look on Ningguang’s face. If Ningguang leaned her back against the desk and properly fucked her face the way they both know she wants to, Beidou would thank her for it.
But Ningguang’s never been that sort of easy. She’d always been the sort to leverage for the bigger payout, no matter how long she’s made to wait. Who is Beidou to stop her? “If I’m a bitch in heat, then won’t you throw a poor dog a bone and fuck me properly?” Beidou asks, performatively leaning back on her hands and spreading her knees for Ningguang. She knows Ningguang can’t see a goddamn thing, but it’s all in the body language, really.
Indeed, Ningguang’s eyes go pupil-dark as she watches, as she stares at the hollows of Beidou’s thighs, the exposed swaths of skin that peek out where the fabric of her qipao pooled between her legs.
“You’re shameless,” Ningguang says, failing to look away, to conceal her hunger.
Beidou grins, triumphant. “You love it, though.”
Ningguang huffs, but before she can go through with rolling her eyes the way she clearly wants to, she gets this considering look on her face. Slowly, carefully, she lifts one gorgeous leg and sets it on Beidou’s shoulder, the sharp point of her heel digging in just over her heart. Slowly, delicately, she pushes, and Beidou gives way, like sand parting before the sea.
Once Beidou’s shoulders hit the floor, Ningguang says, her voice just this side of breathless, “Stay.”
What is a good dog to do, but to follow orders? “Woof woof,” Beidou says with a grin, as she, indeed, stays exactly where Ningguang puts her, shoulders down and hips up, legs still obscenely spread.
Ningguang’s eyes trail slowly down Beidou’s form, as if to watch for Beidou’s disobedience, before she turns around with a pleased little huff and walks away with the sharp click-click-click of her heels.
There’s the faint sound of panels sliding - the entrance to one of Ningguang’s many secret rooms, Beidou knows - before the room goes silent. Beidou considers, for a moment, to lower her hips to the ground - not necessarily out of embarrassment at how obviously suggestive her position might be to any unfortunate guest, nor out of any sort of ache in her back or legs, but simply because she knows it would compel Ningguang to punish her.
Beidou herself isn't particularly one for punishment, but she can't help but wonder what Ningguang might come up with in the heat of the moment. Beidou licks her lips indulgently as she thinks of it, and considers, briefly, whether or not she could get away with touching herself.
It's minutes before Ningguang comes back - no doubt testing Beidou's patience, making her wait just because she can - but when she does, well.
It's worth the wait.
"Pretty ballsy of you to be dressed like this in the middle of your office. There're windows everywhere, baobei," Beidou grins as she leers at Ningguang, dressed down to her pretty, lacy lingerie - Liyue silk, Fontaine design. Classy, as always. "You wear that on the regular, or is it special just for me?"
"Baishi chose it for me this morning," Ningguang says, as she settles onto her knees before Beidou, stroking the length of a very sizeable dildo styled after noctilucous jade. Beidou can even see through it at the tip, where the milky, opalescent blue goes all crystalline and clear. It's a pretty thing, despite being the sort of thing only rich people like Ningguang would appreciate.
"She choose that for you too?" Beidou asks, as Ningguang tosses aside the front panel of Beidou's qipao, as she tilts her hips to show off just how nicely it would look, fucking into Beidou's pussy.
" Please, Beidou, don't be crass. That's my employee you're talking about," Ningguang says, rolling her eyes, despite the knowing grin on her face.
"Yeah, and if you stepped into her office like this, she'd drop everything and spread for you," Beidou laughs, a little breathlessly. Her pussy throbs at the thought of getting that thing inside of her, at the thought of Ningguang pinning her down and fucking her like an animal.
"Just like you are, right now, Beidou?" Ningguang asks, her thumb slipping between Beidou's legs to brush against her pussy. Beidou can't help it, that her knees finally start to quake, after holding this position for so long. "Desperate, aren't you? You're already this wet, and I haven't even touched you."
"Yeah, I did all the work myself," Beidou says, her breath coming faster at Ningguang's touch. She keeps it frustratingly light, tracing her thumb up and down her labia until Beidou's hips are twitching up of their own volition, her pussy squeezing like it's trying to coax Ningguang's thumb right in. "So if you please, Miss Tianquan, I'd be real appreciative."
Ningguang huffs a laugh, drawing her hand away, and Beidou can't help it, that a whine starts up at the back of her throat. "Begging, now, aren't you? You really do like this whole dog business," Ningguang laughs, pressing the head of her dildo right up against Beidou's cunt. "I ought to get you a tail. Fuck you with it in. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Getting filled in both holes, like a cheap whore."
Beidou shivers, even as her pussy squeezes against the unyielding glass of the dildo. It's big, and Beidou wants it .
Well, Beidou’s always been good at getting what she wants.
With a grin, she says, "Woof woof," and if her laugh is a little breathless, well.
"That's a good girl," Ningguang purrs, petting Beidou's hair as she slides the dildo against her pussy, slicking it up with nothing more than Beidou's wetness. "Go on. Beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you with it."
Oh, it's gonna hurt.
Beidou can't wait.
"C’mon, Ningguang, put it in," Beidou says, without shame. She cants her hips upwards demonstratively, dragging her pussy against the smooth length of the dildo until the head catches against the dip of her hole.
"Hmmm, that's not very convincing," Ningguang smiles, pleased, as she watches Beidou rock her hips fruitlessly up against her pretty glass cock.
"Oh, please, Tianquan? Pretty please? Come on, oh great Liyue Qixing, ma'am, won't you fuck me?" Beidou asks, batting her eyelashes for good measure.
Ningguang purses her lips, considering, for a moment, the value of Beidou's appeal. With a theatrically dismayed sigh, Ningguang adjusts the angle of her hips and lines it up. "You're not very good at this are you?" Ningguang asks airily. "But I suppose that's all I can really expect from a dog like you."
And then, without much warning, she pushes it in.
“Haha, fuck. Oh, fuck, ” Beidou groans. The pressure of that dildo's fat head is incredible; she can feel the way her pussy gives way to the unyielding glass, and it's just like getting her cherry popped again.
She loves it.
It’s so big. It’s so fucking big, and all Beidou can do is spread her legs and take it. Ningguang isn’t gentle about it as she pushes steadily in - but she knows she doesn’t have to be. That’s what Beidou likes about her; she always knows just how hard she needs to push before someone cracks. And gods, even Beidou, the uncrowned lord of the seas, would crack under Ningguang’s care if she willed it.
Fuck, she doesn’t even need to touch Beidou’s clit for her to be hot for it. Beidou likes it, likes the feeling of being forced open, of Ningguang fucking that stupid, ostentatious dildo into her inch by solid fucking inch. She can’t help it that she groans, low and sated, as Ningguang finally bottoms out on her; it’s so big, she thinks she can feel it in her goddamn throat - so big it nearly hurts, and Beidou loves it.
She hardly even has space left inside of her to squeeze around that glass cock, and when Ningguang finally starts to move it’s - fuck, it’s good. Beidou feels cored out, left hollow only to be filled again, and again, and again. Every drag of that glass cock inside of her has her panting and moaning, unable to think about anything beyond the hot stretch of her pussy, the slap of Ningguang’s skin against her thighs, the brilliant spark behind her eyelids every time it shoves up against her g-spot.
Ningguang fucks these noises out of her - these loud, unashamed things, things that hadn’t seen the light of day since the last time Beidou had seen Ningguang. It’s always been like this - there’s just something about Ningguang that brings things out in Beidou that Beidou herself has no idea she had a capacity for.
Things like the sudden, deep tenderness she feels when she sees the way Ningguang’s brow furrows in concentration, the way her tongue peeks out to wet her glossy lip, the way she snaps her hips so sharply into Beidou’s body, fucking her hard and deep the way she knows Beidou likes. For all that they snap and snarl and squabble with one another… Beidou could not imagine anyone who understands her quite as well as Ningguang does.
Ningguang thrusts into her in another hard shove, pushing her a few inches across the floor in her inattention, and Beidou can’t help the way she instinctively reaches up to grab at Ningguang’s shoulders, the way her legs jolt into action, wrapping around Ningguang’s hips like that’s where they belonged.
Ningguang hardly even bats an eye, smoothly keeping in character, even after everything. With a huff, she smacks Ningguang’s hands away, growling, “Bad dog. Keep your dirty paws off me,” and she says it with such conviction that Beidou shivers and obeys, letting her hands fall to the carpet, instead. Ningguang snorts at her unusual display of obedience, snapping her hips into Beidou until she chokes on a gasp.
“So this is all it takes to get you to listen, huh? A fat cock in your cunt? I’m disappointed, Beidou - I thought you’d be more of a challenge,” Ningguang purrs, letting one hand drift up to the top edge of her leotard, where it peeks up through her qipao. With a jerk, she tugs it down until Beidou’s breasts come free, moving in time with Ningguang’s steady thrusts.
Beidou might be missing an eye, but she’s not blind - she can see the way Ningguang stares hungrily at them, watching the way they jolt every time Ningguang fucks into her.
“Like what you see?” Beidou grins, clinging to her composure just long enough to goad Ningguang into action, the way she knows Ningguang needs - after all, if it weren’t for Beidou’s constant pestering, Ningguang would never have deigned to waste her time on a brigand like Beidou, and they wouldn’t be here, would they?
Ningguang huffs, trying to play it off as if Beidou’s playful prodding was enough to annoy her. “What could I possibly like about this?” Ningguang drawls, eyes raking down Beidou’s body as if appraising goods at the market.
Beidou can’t help the way her pussy twitches at the thought, squeezing helplessly around the solid glass holding her open. “You show these off every chance you get. The way you dress doesn’t leave much to the imagination, Beidou,” Ningguang says, pinching one of Beidou’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger, her grasp vicious enough to steal the breath from Beidou’s chest.
Beidou gasps helplessly, the sharpness of pain melting into a heady pleasure by the time it hits her throbbing cunt, and she can’t -
She can’t stop herself from coming, can’t stop the way her body goes tight like a sail catching wind. All at once, she feels buoyant, hot with the flush of pleasure so bright she feels like she might nearly float off if it weren’t for Ningguang’s weight pinning her down.
“Did you just come?” Ningguang asks, a hint of mockery in the twist of her lips as she tugs at Beidou’s tits, sending sparks of pleasure lancing through her body. “You’re so easy - I haven’t even touched you, and you’re already like this? How pathetic.”
Beidou laughs breathlessly, her capacity for speech long having been carried away on the waves of heat still coursing through her body.
Ningguang fucks her through the aftershocks, fucks her through the cooldown, fucks her until she’s hot again, until she’s squirming and ready and wanting.
Gods damn her - Ningguang has hardly even broken a sweat, and yet Beidou is already a boneless mess on the ground. She’s wet enough, now, that the dildo slides into her without any resistance at all, as if her pussy were simply made to take it.
Her second orgasm always takes ages to build up, and just getting fucked isn’t enough anymore. With a weak little moan, Beidou slips a hand between her legs, a little desperate for some friction against her clit, for something sharper than the subtle thrill of a cock against her g-spot.
"Needy," Ningguang chides, brushing Beidou's hand away. Beidou whines - she doesn't want to give it up just yet - but seconds later, Ningguang is repositioning herself, leaning back on her haunches instead so that she might grab one of Beidou's muscular legs and hold it over her shoulder. She stops abusing Beidou's tits with her other hand, bringing it down to her pussy instead.
"Oh," Beidou moans. "Oh gods, bless you, fuck, " she says, mouth dropping open as Ningguang rubs her thumb against Beidou's clit. It's a little clumsy, but between that and the new angle, Beidou is already trembling, turned half on her side and scrabbling for purchase on the low pile of the rug beneath them. "Oh, Ningguang, baobei, you sure know how to treat a girl."
Ningguang huffs a laugh, but it sounds amused - sweet in the way that Ningguang can sometimes be sweet. Rarely ever for Beidou, but it makes it all the more precious to hear it.
Ningguang is a little gentler, now, both out of careful consideration for Beidou's body and out of the fact that the new position limits her range of motion somewhat. Not that she'd ever admit it - but Ningguang has a habit of taking good care of her things, and somehow, along the way, Beidou had simply become hers.
Once upon a time, it would've grated. Now, though?
Beidou relishes it.
This time, Beidou comes on a silent gasp, her body shivering and weak, clutching helplessly around the glass dildo. Ningguang's thumb stays against Beidou's clit, even though she knows Beidou gets sensitive after an orgasm, and Beidou can't help the way her body twitches and squirms away from the contact. Ningguang persists, though, because she's a stone-cold bitch, relenting only when Beidou gasps a quiet little, "Stop."
Immediately, Ningguang's hips still, her hands pulling away from Beidou's body until Beidou shakes her head and says, "I can - I can keep going. It's just - my clit is too - "
"Alright," Ningguang says, and it almost sounds like relief, the way she says it.
She's careful, though, as she ramps up the pace again, and Beidou hates that she's gone and done this - made Ningguang careful, as if Beidou is someone to be babied. Sure, they haven't been at this all that long, but still - Ningguang should know better than to underestimate the uncrowned lord of the seas.
"Getting tired, baobei?" Beidou says, putting on as best a smirk as she can muster when her legs feel like jelly. "You're slowin' down somethin' fierce. Keep that up and I might just get rocked to sleep."
Ningguang blinks at her, her pace stilling for a long moment. And then she smiles, slow and slick - that poisonous sort of smile Ningguang saves for when Beidou's well and truly pissed her off. Beidou hasn't seen it since the last time she won at Liyue Millennial, and she'd been worrying that she'd lost her edge. "I see. This isn't enough for you, is it?" Ningguang says, her free hand idly drifting up to trace fractals across the thin skin of Beidou's breast. "Needy little bitch."
She doesn't even pinch Beidou's nipple again - she simply digs the nail of her thumb and forefinger into the skin just above where the edge of her leotard would lay, hard enough to bruise. Beidou can't help that she jerks and curses, inadvertently fucking herself on Ningguang's strap. "I ought to teach you how to behave properly," Ningguang says, sighing theatrically. "See, this is why I never wanted pets."
Beidou laughs, breathlessly, as Ningguang finally relents, the pain in her breast throbbing in time with the flutter of her pussy. "It's such a hassle breaking them in," Ningguang says, and with that, she loops her free arm under Beidou's leg and lifts.
With the way Ningguang holds herself, it's hard to remember that she's a pretty formidable opponent, herself. She might not be as physically intimidating as Beidou - though, to be fair, that's a high standard to hold anyone to - but she's got her own hidden strength. It's no wonder at all that Beidou can't leave her alone. There's nothing more she loves than a challenge, after all, and what better a challenge than the Tianquan of the Qixing, herself?
With hardly any effort at all, Ningguang hefts Beidou's hips up, damn near folding her in half, and Beidou can't help the way her gut swoops in anticipation and delight. Ningguang looks Beidou in the eye for one long, aching moment, and then -
- and then she slams their hips together, loud enough, damn near, to echo into the vast cavern of her office. It's a wild, unrestrained thing, the way their hips meet, the way Ningguang viciously fucks into Beidou until the sounds of their bodies ring louder than the gratified sounds Ningguang tears right from Beidou's throat. It's something no one in Liyue would expect the cool, calculating Tianquan to be capable of - no one but Beidou, of course, because for all that Ningguang knows Beidou - well, Beidou knows her, in turn.
And Beidou knows, quite intimately, just how much she loves this. How much they both do.
The angle is incredible, stretching Beidou's hole until it aches, until Beidou can feel herself trying to flutter against Ningguang's glass cock and having no space at all to do so. Every time Ningguang fucks in, her body makes these obscene wet noises, and if Beidou had a single ounce of shame, that alone would do her in. But Beidou doesn't, of course, so she simply lays back and enjoys it - enjoys the way Ningguang lights up her every nerve, the way she makes Beidou pant and moan and squirm, the way Ningguang, herself, looks bright and rosy and alive. Incandescent.
The furrow of Ningguang's brow, the triumph in her smirk - Beidou would bet good money that no one else has ever seen Ningguang quite like this, and she'd pay good money to make sure it stays that way. Beidou isn't one to be possessive - hell, both of them know that neither of them have claims on this, whatever it is, and Beidou prefers it that way - but, well... you don't get to being the most renowned pirate in the world without developing a penchant for greed.
It's her greed that gets the better of her, as Beidou finds herself meeting Ningguang halfway, chasing her pleasure as it builds and builds and builds. She's so close - she can feel herself on the cusp of, of something and the anticipation is burning her from the inside out. She needs to - she wants -
Ningguang huffs and pushes forward, until Beidou's practically wearing her knees as earmuffs, pounding into her with the sort of single-minded focus she only ever reserves for money. Beidou hardly notices the aching stretch in her limbs - she's in so deep, all she can think about is the steady slap of Ningguang's skin against hers, the heat cresting in her core, the way her pussy keeps twitching and squeezing, winding so tight it almost feels like -
"Oh - oh, fuck, Ningguang fuck, I'm - " Beidou curses, as her entire body pulls tight for a long moment, and then -
- and then she's coming, pure and incandescent relief flowing out of her as she sucks in these huge, wracking sobs, her entire pussy throbbing as she fucking squirts all over Ningguang.
Ningguang doesn't even bat an eye, fucking her through it until she stops squirting, until her body goes lax and loose and boneless - too exhausted to continue, too exhausted to even put her words together.
Ningguang knows - somehow she always fucking knows when Beidou's tapped out, and slowly, gently, pulls out. It feels weird, not having anything in her pussy after getting fucked for three orgasms straight, and Beidou spends long moments coming back to herself, trying to squeeze around the memory of that fucking cock inside of her. "Holy shit," is the first thing Beidou says, as Ningguang uses the edge of Beidou's ruined qipao to wipe the fluid off of her belly and thighs.
"You owe me a new rug," Ningguang says, but all Beidou can process is the pleased little purr behind her words.
"I'll get you a new rug. I'll get you a thousand, if you fuck me like that again sometime," Beidou says, laughter bubbling up high in her chest. "Fuck. Wow, fuck."
"Mm, indeed," Ningguang says, the corners of her lips quirking up despite herself. "But perhaps, next time, we'll do it in the bath. You've made a mess of my floors, Beidou."
"Fuck. Yeah I did," Beidou grins, exhausted. "You gonna make me clean it up, baobei?"
"Of course," Ningguang says. "It wouldn't do to let you run around willy-nilly, thinking your actions don't have consequences. You can start by cleaning off my cock."
And with a glimmer in her eye that looks like laughter, Ningguang gently cups Beidou's jaw in her hand and scoots up, pressing the wet head of her dildo to Beidou's lips. Obediently, Beidou parts for her, making a show of it and everything. She licks up the shaft with a flutter of her eyelashes, pursing her lips as she gets back to the tip. Beidou won't lie - she knows how to give good head, and she knows how to look pretty giving head, and while she could do both at once, it's more often the two don't mix.
That's okay - she knows Ningguang wants pretty from her, so she gives it: long, lingering licks, lots of eye contact, pursed lips and cute little tricks like taking it all in in one go. Beidou doesn't even mind the tang of her own slick, focusing only on the hitch of Ningguang's's breath, the way her pupils go dark and hungry.
She sucks cock until she can't taste herself on it any longer, and then she sucks until her jaw gets sore, and then finally, Ningguang pulls away from her with a jerk. Her eyes are almost all-pupil as she gets to her feet in a single, fluid roll, and with a smirk of a smile, she says, “You can consider that an advance payment.”
Beidou blinks, startled, a little, into confusion. “What about you, baobei?”
Ningguang doesn’t look back as she heads to her little secret chamber. “Yaoguang Shoal, Beidou,” she says, her voice pointedly casual, as if she could fool Beidou into thinking she won’t immediately get herself off the moment Beidou’s gone.
With a huff and a roll of her eyes, Beidou gets up and surveys the mess. The silk of her qipao is already fucked anyways, so she unclasps it and uses it to mop up the rest of the mess. It’s not the first time she’s run around in just her leotard, and chances are, it probably won’t be the last.
By the time she’s done, Ningguang’s still nowhere to be found. Beidou can’t do much about the carpet, but, well - she’ll be replacing it, anyways.
With a huff, Beidou scrawls a note in the corner of one of Ningguang’s papers and slips right out the window.
--
She spends a few weeks around the Yaoguang Shoal beating the snot out of some uppity fatui, before catching news about ghost sightings in Mingyun Village. Of course, Beidou can’t help but want to take a look - after all, land or sea, where adventure goes, Beidou will always follow. She doesn’t spot any ghosts there, but the boys find a literal shitton of Noctilucous Jade, and the irony doesn’t fail to make Beidou laugh.
They make a crazy profit off of them from a merchant lurking around Wangshu Inn, and before Beidou knows it, it’s been a month and a half since she’s seen Ningguang, and the boys can’t help but feel a little homesick. So they set off, once more, to the safe harbors of Liyue.
The moment she’s back on land, Beidou sneaks her way up to the Jade Chamber again, hoping to pester Ningguang some more.
Instead, she gets caught by one of Ningguang’s secretaries - the one with the pigtails, that sometimes stands at Ningguang’s side when she’s holding court.
“Miss Beidou! We’re glad to see you safely back from your ventures,” she says, with utmost politeness. “Unfortunately, Lady Ningguang is in a meeting, and won’t be finished for some time, yet.”
“Well damn,” Beidou sighs, crossing her arms over her chest. “Any chance Zhenhai might be up for a spar to kill some time, then?”
“You would have to ask him. He should be in the main courtyard,” the little secretary says. “Oh! But before you go seeking him out - Lady Ningguang said that if you were to come by, she had a gift for you. Let me fetch it for you.”
“Thanks,” Beidou grins, watching as the secretary runs off.
She putters around in the hall for a little while, before the secretary comes back with a pretty wood-laquer box in hand, a note tied to the lid with a bit of twine. “Lady Ningguang had asked that you refrain from opening it until you are somewhere secure. You may, however, read her missive, if you’d like.”
Beidou nods, tucking the wooden box under her arm as she watches the secretary politely bow and make her way out. Once she’s out of sight, Beidou rips the envelope right open, unfolding the message, only to find -
Well, only to find the note she’d left on Ningguang’s desk, the last time she’d seen her.
My help doesn’t come so cheap, it says, in Beidou’s hasty scrawl, and underneath it, in Ningguang’s careful calligraphy -
A gift, then, to even out the balance. I hope you managed to strike a good deal with Merchant Huang when you were in Wangshu.
“Fuck,” Beidou curses, shaking her head. No wonder it had been so easy to sell those Jades - Ningguang must have sent him to “even out the balance.” She knew it’d been much too good to be true, how bady they’d swindled the poor man.
Fucking Ningguang. Always a step ahead of her, despite her best efforts.
Throwing caution to the wind, Beidou cracks open the box - it’s not like there’s anyone else in the hallway, anyways. Inside, tucked into custom-made padding lined with velvet, are three objects: a heavy leather collar, studded with cor lapis and gold, a fluffy brown tail attached to a steel plug, and a set of fake animal ears that Beidou could simply clip into her hair. Fucking Ningguang, Beidou thinks, with a snort.
From behind her, Beidou hears a long sigh, and nearly jumps out of her goddamn skin. “You really don’t listen, do you?”
“ Morax’s left nut , I thought you were in a meeting?” Beidou hisses, whipping around to see none other than the Tianquan, in the flesh.
“I was. And now, I’m not. Baixiao is dealing with it right now,” Ningguang says, as if it were so simple.
“Eager to see me, are you?” Beidou asks with a laugh.
“You overestimate yourself,” Ningguang says, sauntering up to Beidou. With a smirk, she plucks one of the ears from the set and sets it atop Beidou’s head. “Ah, good. It’s a perfect match.”
Beidou takes a better look at the set, and says, with an amused huff, “Indeed, it is.” Only Ningguang would care quite this much. “Is Madame Tianquan in the mood to play?”
Ningguang looks her up and down and smiles.