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Shen Qingqiu was pleased to note that Luo Binghe’s surprise bath bomb was not a one-time occurrence. No, after they finally made it out of the bath and back to the bedroom, and after a long night together, Luo Binghe revealed that she actually managed to make a whole variety of bath bombs.
Shen Qingqiu had sat in quiet awe as Luo Binghe showed her the collection, detailing which scented oils and herbs each one contained, how those contained rare flower petals and those were made with powdered gemstones.
(And how, in that case, Shen Qingqiu had inadvertently caused her wife to basically invent glitter.)
Although Luo Binghe assured her that they were relatively easy to make (lies), Shen Qingqiu still went through her stash sparingly. She saved the bombs for special occasions, for nights she felt extra stressed, or on days she simply needed to indulge herself. She even used some when sharing a bath with Luo Binghe again, but that was even rarer.
She liked to enjoy the bath bombs, okay? And when Luo Binghe was with her, that enjoyment didn’t last long without distraction.
As such, she usually waited until Luo Binghe was out handling some business or other before allotting herself some alone time. Granted, she planned her baths to coincide with Luo Binghe’s return, secretly liking the way her wife would bury her nose in her neck, breathing in deep the different scents that night.
That was her plan for tonight. Her demon lord wife had been off settling some skirmish at the borders for the past two days. She’d gotten a message earlier that day that her wife should return come nightfall. So right at sunset, she ran a bath, planning a long soak as she waited for her wife’s return.
The water was heated and she was dressed down to a thin silk robe, perusing the remaining collection of bath bombs. There were those that smelled strongly of jasmine, those with the soft scent of haitang blossoms. Others were lighter scents, such as the lotus flower bombs, or the ones that managed to capture the fresh scent of bamboo.
Shen Qingqiu forewent the usual and paused over a special looking bomb.
This one was special, she just knew it. Shang Qinghua always loved sneaking in a few jokes wherever she could, things only the two of them could understand. So, of course, she recognized this rather distinct bath bomb among the rest.
Everything about it, from the colors to the shape to the scent… it was almost a spot-on recreation of a Sex Bomb from Lush. Knowing Shang Qinghua she’d probably included it as a jab on her (excessive, extreme, enviable?) sex life.
Shen Qingqiu rolled her eyes and picked it up. The sooner she used it the sooner whatever joke Shang Qinghua was trying to make would be over.
The bathing room was full of steam when she walked in, wrapping her in simple comfort. The water was just right, this side of too hot but she liked it that way. Perfectly settled in the deep tub, she dropped the bath bomb and watched with delight as it dissolved.
Wow, even if it was a joke, Shang Qinghua might just be forgiven. The smell was almost exactly like a Sex Bomb. The water slowly turned a soft pink color. The only difference was the fresh flower petals that floated to the surface. They looked almost exactly like rose petals, but there was a subtle difference to them.
The petals were a deep red, soft to the touch. There were two dips at the corners of them, which is how she knew they weren’t roses. Shen Qingqiu couldn’t quite put her finger on it. The shape was something she’d obviously never seen before, yet seemed entirely too familiar. Oh well, probably just some fantasy variation of them that smelled more fragrant or something. Because wow was their scent strong.
The longer she soaked, the more sickeningly sweet the smell became. At this point, it was downright cloying. Instead of relaxing, Shen Qingqiu started to feel restless, her skin growing way too warm and her pulse thrumming steadily faster.
At first, she thought it was the steam, that maybe she’d been soaking too long again. It happened before when she soaked a little too long and got tremendously dizzy. Usually, Luo Binghe was there to help her out. The thought of her wife sent a strange pang from her chest to her gut, warm and uncomfortable. Something was definitely wrong.
She stumbled out of the tub, not bothering to dry herself before wrapping her silk robe haphazardly around herself. The steam was so thick and fragrant she was almost choking on it.
The cool night air was a much needed reprieve. She gasped for breath, trying to at least make it to her room before collapsing. She just barely managed it.
Sprawled atop her silk sheets, Shen Qingqiu took in deep breaths, trying to clear her mind. But the longer she lay there, the worse she felt, until she swore her skin was on literal fire. She didn’t think twice about stripping out of her robe, the thin silk too clingy and stifling.
Her body bare, the breeze through the window brought momentary relief. It was gone much too soon. She stretched towards the night stand, where she always kept one of her signature folding fans. She snapped it open with practiced fingers, fanning herself vigorously as she crumpled by the edge of the bed.
That was how Luo Binghe found her an indeterminate amount of time later. Naked, flushed, and coursing with an all-consuming heat.
She saw the deep set of worry in her wife’s eyes as she dashed forward. “Qingqiu? Are you okay?”
Shen Qingqiu wanted to soothe her worries by instinct, to tell Binghe she was fine. But she wasn’t fine and maybe it would be better to tell her wife to summon Mu Qingfan. She didn’t say this either, though. Because as she gazed at her wife, the heat seemed to concentrate at her core, pulsing with new desire.
When Luo Binghe crouched down to cup her cheeks, all she could do was let out a low moan and sink into the contact. That was all the confirmation she needed.
Luo Binghe’s skin felt like the coolest balm, soothing away her burn. Soon enough that meager contact wasn’t enough. Shen Qingqiu reached out, dragging her wife marginally closer, hands roaming over her smooth face. Luo Binghe looked on with worry and confusion, but thankfully didn’t pull away. Her eyes locked on the vast amounts of exposed skin, where Luo Binghe liked to keep her robes low and open around her ample cleavage.
Without much thought, Shen Qingqiu buried her face in there, sighing harshly as the contact brought more relief.
“Shi-shizun?” Luo Binghe stuttered, baffled by her actions. “Wife, should I get a doctor?”
Shen Qingqiu huffed and buried herself deeper before shaking her head. No, a doctor wouldn’t help. Not when she figured out exactly what was wrong with her. It took the last remains of her willpower to pull back and ask her wife a few questions.
“Binghe, did Shang Qinghua tell you the ingredients of every single bath bomb?”
“I… yes? I was very intimately involved in their creation.”
“So did you know that one of them contained petals from the Thousand Nights Flower?”
“The… what?”
“That’s what I thought,” she mumbled to herself. She was going to kill Shang Qinghua next time they met, so help her god. She bit back her animosity, for now, not wanting Luo Binghe to know this was all probably intentional.
She reluctantly pulled away from her wife’s chest to look her in the eye. Luo Binghe stroked a comforting hand down her bare back, leaving goosebumps behind. Shen Qingqiu took a steadying breath.
“Shang-shishu may have been careless in her ingredients for one of them, then. The petals of a Thousand Nights Flower greatly resemble that of a common rose. However, the effects of this flower are quite… potent.”
Really, it should’ve been obvious by now what she was implying. From the name of the damn flower to the situation they were in, it was obvious, right? There she was, flushed and naked in her wife’s open arms, practically screaming ‘take me now!’ but Luo Binghe continued to stare at her in wide-eyed confusion and worry.
“Shizun, I’m afraid I don’t…”
“The flower acts as a type of aphrodisiac. It can only be sated through… copious amounts of… dual cultivation.”
Each word of her explanation was nearly hissed through clenched teeth. Do you get it now Binghe?! Fuck or die! Sex pollen! Gratuitous papapa plot device!! Shen Qingqiu was desperate and needed Luo Binghe to get with the program right now immediately!
Thankfully, her wife wasn’t the protagonist for no reason. Understanding dawned clear in her eyes, eyes that turned a brighter red in response. The shift had Shen Qingqiu swallowing dryly, anticipation mixing with the heat coursing through her.
Well, anticipate no further. In the next moment, Luo Binghe pulled her flush against her clothed body, sealing her lips in a searing kiss. She couldn’t trap the whine that escaped when a hot tongue swiped across her lips.
The fire in her veins burst to life as Luo Binghe shed her robes, bringing them skin to skin. Shen Qingqiu was panting, hands groping at whatever she could reach of her wife, bringing them impossibly closer.
The world shifted as she was lifted off the floor by strong arms. Luo Binghe tipped her back onto the bed and she went willingly, spreading her legs eagerly. So embarrassing! But the first touch of Luo Binghe’s fingers to her sex had her tossing away whatever pride she had left.
She threw her head back, panting loudly as Luo Binghe pressed wet kisses down her neck, biting down on her sensitive collarbone. Her fingers down below were relentless, stroking at just the right speed and pressure. She was already way too worked up, ultra sensitive to every sensation.
Shen Qingqiu could do little more than cling to Luo Binghe’s back as the pressure built. Her first orgasm hit her fast and hard, drawing a whimper from her.
Luo Binghe didn’t stop touching her, though she did slow her movements. Kisses were trailed down her body, slick lips teasing across her taut nipples, (un)fortunately not lingering for once. It seemed her wife was on a mission, skirting down until that mess of dark hair was settled comfortably between her legs.
Luo Binghe ran her hands along the length of her thighs, lifting and spreading them. Shen Qingqiu gasped at the stretch, ridiculously sensitive. Usually, her wife loved to tease. She liked to take her time making Shen Qingqiu fall apart, until her elegant and proud shizun was a begging mess.
Tonight she did none of that. She had no need to; Shen Qingqiu was already a mess. So Luo Binghe barely spared the soft skin of her inner thighs a few bites before diving in for the kill. She licked a solid path up from her entrance to her clit, suckling on the sensitive bud with enthusiasm.
Shen Qingqiu whined, hooking her legs over Luo Binghe’s broad shoulders. Luo Binghe ate her out with the enthusiasm that came with several days apart. Her mouth moved away from her clit, licking over then into her entrance. Shen Qingqiu moaned louder at that, gripping roughly at Luo Binghe’s hair.
Her wife moaned at the rough handling, tongue fucking into her with gusto. Shen Qingqiu felt herself getting louder and was powerless to help it. Then Luo Binghe added fingers to the mix, pushing in two from the start and setting a frantic pace. Her cunt was slick with arousal, accepting the punishing pace easily.
“Shizun is so wet down here, taking me in so easily.”
The words, combined with the wet sounds, brought an even hotter flush to Shen Qingqiu’s face. A scolding was hot on her tongue, before Luo Binghe slipped in a third finger, fucking into her reletentlessly.
She keened, high and desperate, when Luo Binghe started sucking her clit.
The heat covering her body seemed to recede, all gathering at her core and low in her gut. Shen Qingqiu panted harshly, hands tearing at Luo Binghe’s hair, hips bucking up into that mouth, onto those fingers.
Her second orgasm crashed over her like a wave, drowning her in sensation. It took a while to catch her breath, her mind rebooting slowly. When she came to, Luo Binghe hovered over her, chin wet with slick, watching her carefully.
“How do you feel?”
It was hard to form words through her labored breathing. Pleasure still coursed through her veins, but quickly breaking through that was a deeper hunger. Shen Qingqiu closed her eyes tight, willing the feeling away. But the more she ignored it, the stronger it grew, until it was almost painful.
She blinked open her eyes, wet with tears for some reason, and accepted her fate. All dignity gone, she spread her legs further, staring up at Luo Binghe with pure want.
“Binghe…”
Luo Binghe cursed under her breath, gaze roving hungrily over her prone body. She whined when Luo Binghe untangled their bodies, striding to the other side of the room. The protest died in her throat when she saw where exactly her wife was headed.
In the bottom drawer of their dresser, Luo Binghe kept a wide variety of… toys… that brought some variety when it came to marital duties.
Shen Qingqiu was once again on fire as she saw exactly which toy Luo Binghe had picked out. This world’s version of a strap-on was already snug on Luo Binghe’s generous hips, and attached to that soft leather harness was an absolute monster crafted from white jade. Fuck… Heavenly Pillar!
Shen Qingqiu hated that dildo as much as Luo Binghe loved it. It was just this side of too wide, too long, too much to be comfortable. She hated how it left her sore every time, how she could remember the shape of it every time she clenched her thighs. And she clenched her thighs together now, in what she refused to acknowledge as excitement.
Shen Qingqiu watched with bated breath as Luo Binghe strutted back over. Her skin crawled with anticipation, with the need to be touched. She rolled over on the bed, hiding her face in the sheets, hips propped up like she was presenting herself. This was the only position she could save some face in, okay?!
She did not roll over because she liked the way it reached deeper that way. Not because she loved the way Luo Binghe would grip her waist til it bruised, biting and kissing along her spine as she fucked her deep. Shen Qingqiu spread her legs wider on instinct as the bed dipped and held her breath as scalding hands reached out for her.
“Like this? This is how my wife wants it?”
Her voice was deep and husky with want. Shen Qingqiu couldn’t suppress a shiver; she sank further into the pillows in shame as she nodded once. A soft kiss landed near her tailbone, a sharp contrast to the bruises already forming from Luo Binghe’s grip.
“Then I’ll gladly give my wife what she wants.”
Shen Qingqiu hardly had time to prepare before a hand was on her again, fingers dancing over her sensitive clit before plunging inside her cunt. God, she was so wet. Embarrassing!
She moaned as those fingers fucked in a couple times before retreating. She didn’t need to look to know Luo Binghe was using her own slick to prepare her jade pillar. Her breath sped up in anticipation.
The first touch of jade to her cunt made her shiver, cold against her burning skin. Luo Binghe rubbed the tip over her entrance then between her lips, teasing over her clit. She had half a mind to yell at her to get a move on, but in the next breath Luo Binghe finally pushed in.
Luo Binghe moaned from the pressure it put on her clit. Shen Qingqiu may have been wetly aroused, but she was still tight. No matter how long or thoroughly Binghe would prep her, nothing could match the stretch of this monster of a dildo. Shen Qingqiu could feel every ridge and bump as it slowly forced its way deep inside.
Finally seated, Luo Binghe stretched over, her soft breasts sticking to her sweaty back. She was so deep, Shen Qingqiu could feel it in her throat. Cool breath hit her ear as her wife crooned.
“My shizun is always so tight down here. It doesn’t matter how many times you cum, how well I stretch you out.”
Shen Qingqiu balked at the use of her title again, but couldn’t deny the way she tightened at that. That little brat, using that word no matter how many times she told her not to! Then, Luo Binghe pulled the length out until the bulbous head, then slammed back in. Shen Qingqiu screamed.
Her mind went blank as her wife set a harsh pace. Luo Binghe fucked in slow and measured, burying deep every time. The drag of the jade ridges against her walls, the pressure against her cervix as Luo Binghe bottomed out, it all drove her crazy. Every thrust made a loud smack as hips met thighs, her skin stinging from the contact.
The rhythm was slow and steady, maintaining the burn of Shen Qingqiu’s desire. She sunk further into the pillows beneath groaning at the dull pleasurable stretch. Luo Binghe’s hands roamed over her back, her stomach, her breasts, massaging the delicate pale skin.
Then those hands settled on her hips, griping so hard she could feel the bruises forming, and fucked in at a new angle. Shen Qingqiu choked on air as that jade cock hit her g-spot head on.
“There it is. Hold on tight, shizun.”
“Binghe!”
Her protest turned into a shout as Luo Binghe set a new pace. Her thrusts turned fast and shallow, hitting that sensitive spot in ther every time. Shen Qingqiu’s legs slid open further, hips pushing back into those thrusts eagerly. Luo Binghe cursed, fucking into her faster, harder.
Absently, she realized Luo Binghe was following her commands, desperate pleas slipping past her loose lips.
As the pace increased, she felt herself get wetter, the slick sounds of their fucking making her blush. An especially hard thrust knocked her down, arms giving out on her. She moaned into the pillows as Luo Binghe held her hips up, never faltering in her speed.
The touch on her clit pushed her over the edge. Those fingers barely rubbed her before Shen Qingqiu tensed up, cumming with a scream of Binghe’s name. Her mind went blank, ears ringing with the intensity of it. Vaguely she registered the odd amount of liquid coating her thighs, the explosive cursing from Luo Binghe as her wife sought her own pleasure.
Shen Qingqiu continued to let out short, punched out moans as Luo Binghe sped up before finally reaching her own release. The erotic sounds her wife released were enough to have her clenching on the cool jade once more.
Ridiculous!
Luo Binghe composed herself and slowly pulled out. Shen Qingqiu collapsed on her stomach, not caring one bit about the wet spot beneath her (she’d address her sudden ability to squirt another day) and worked on catching her breath.
She felt overly stretched and empty, as per usual after a round with that Heavenly Pillar. She rolled onto her back, pressing her legs together. It felt like she finally found some permanent relief with that last orgasm. And thank god because she was tired.
Luo Binghe removed her strap and tossed it somewhere, cuddling her wife taking priority over all else. Shen Qingqiu appreciated the gesture for once, still craving the physical contact. She crawled into her wife’s strong arms, tucking her face against her neck, tangling their legs together. If Luo Binghe cared about the mess on them both, she didn’t mention it.
They came down together, the breeze from their open windows cooling the sweat covering their skin. Shen Qingqiu drifted in and out of consciousness, lulled by Luo Binghe’s soft words and hands carding through her hair.
Some hours or minutes later, she couldn’t be sure, she blinked her eyes open to find her wife nearly asleep beneath her. Which was… inconvenient… seeing as a dull itch was acting up in her again. Absently, she started slowly grinding her hips, opening up so one of Luo Binghe’s muscled thighs slipped fully between hers.
The touch of warm skin to her sensitive core had her gasping. She ground down harder, burying a sigh in her wife’s chest. Shen Qingqiu worked herself slowly on her wife’s leg, breath picking up with her languid pace.
At some point, Luo Binghe must’ve woken up fully, because the slack hands on her back started to move again, drifting down to massage her hips. Then the grip changed, those hands dragging her up higher, then grinding her down harder.
Oh.
Like this, her legs were spread wider, and her own thigh pressed against Luo Binghe’s core. This time, things went slow. The build was gradual, lazy, but exactly what she needed. Luo Binghe’s hands traveled up her back, through her hair, back down to her hips, never quite settling in one place.
Shen Qingqiu’s own hands came down from around Binghe’s neck to her chest. She fondled the soft flesh, light touches that she knew her wife enjoyed. Her breasts were too big to fully hold in one hand, always spilling over her delicate scholar’s fingers. But Luo Binghe never had any complaints.
Still sensitive from, well, everything that night, Shen Qingqiu came first, hips jerking as she gasped Binghe’s name. Her wife wasn’t far behind, clenching around Shen Qingqiu’s slender thigh as she came.
The night was still and calm around them, their harsh breathing the only sound in the bamboo house. With that final orgasm, Shen Qingqiu could feel the last remnants of the Thousand Nights Flower leave her system. She sighed and relaxed in Luo Binghe’s hold.
They could clean everything and bathe in the morning. And definitely without one of Shang Qinghua’s bath bombs. Which reminded her…
“Binghe?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you still have the Burning Hearts Elixir that Madame Meiyin gifted you?”
She hummed, a devious smile on her lips. "I do. What does my wife want with it?"
"Shang-shishu was so gracious to help you make me these gifts. We should really return the favor."