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As the Sect Leader of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, Yue Qingyuan has had to maneuver her way around more than one marriage proposal. Occasionally they are tactful and polite, but more often than that they are not. Perhaps if she were a man, people would be pushing their daughters at her and trying to convince her that they would make for sweet and obedient wives. But she is a woman; when people imagine her wedding, they see her gaining a master.
A few times some ambitious man has humbled himself enough to deign to offer to take on her surname, to marry into her household - as if any household could be as grand as that of one of the foremost cultivation sects in the world. Yue Qingyuan always handles these situations firmly but delicately. There are few things more dangerous and vicious in the world than a man’s wounded ego.
Some attempts at her hand are more underhanded than others. Such as this one.
“What is wrong?” Shen Qingqiu asks.
“Ah,” Yue Qingyuan says, reaching for words. Having darted through the first door she found in the guest quarters assigned to her sect, she hadn’t been able to afford enough focus to see whose room she was entering. Of all people, Shen Qingqiu would be the last person she would wish to impose on in such a state. “Mm-- nothing, Shimei. I apologize for, for barging in without any notice, how rude of me. I’ll--”
I’ll leave, she means to say, but she can hear footsteps in the hallway outside. The man who had been so insistent on having a private conversation with her is still searching for her. She will resist him, but she is becoming increasingly unsure that she will be able to do so gracefully.
Shen Qingqiu rises from the daybed where she had been reading, her long limbs uncoiling smoothly without her once looking away from her. Her eyes are sharp and scrutinizing, flicking over her for flaws or discrepancies. The intent focus makes Yue Qingyuan want to shiver - but then she realizes that she is shivering.
She is losing control over herself. This is bad. Nevermind the man; she cannot risk bothering Shen Qingqiu--
“Ahh,” Shen Qingqiu breathes, a sigh of understanding. It freezes Yue Qingyuan in place, and she stalks forward like a predator. “Has someone made an attempt on your dearly protected virtue, Shijie?”
She says virtue like it’s a much filthier word instead. A stand in for something crasser. Yue Qingyuan swallows, and her mouth is so terribly dry.
“Nothing has been done,” she says, trying to keep her tone steady and even.
“Oh, good,” Shen Qingqiu says. She is very close now. Has backed Yue Qingyuan up against the door. “It would be terrible if our respectable Zhangmen-shijie were to be groped and fondled like some common whore. No, that would not do. You aren’t--”
The words groped and fondled stick in her mind like sticky honey, bringing with them images of Shen Qingqiu’s long, elegant fingers digging harshly into soft flesh. She whimpers.
Shen Qingqiu stops. She looks at Yue Qingyuan silently with slightly widened eyes, and Yue Qingyuan presses a hand over her own mouth in embarrassment. She didn’t mean to--
There is a tap at the door behind her. She flinches.
“Pardon me,” the man calls through the door. Yue Qingyuan’s mind stalls, too hot and stuffy to be able to immediately decide what to do - and so Shen Qingqiu acts first. She pushes Yue Qingyuan roughly down and to the side, so that she ends up stumbling down into a kneel by the side of the door. She gasps at the feeling of hands touching her, but manages to bite back any more noises.
Shen Qingqiu opens the door, standing so that she’s blocking the sight of Yue Qingyuan.
“You are not pardoned,” she says curtly, and snaps her fan open like a whip. “What is some nobody like you doing here, harassing a lady late at night? If you have designs then set your sights somewhere lower, at your own level.”
There is a deeply offended pause, and then the man speaks. “I mean no offense. I was only searching for Lady Yue and thought--”
“I have no earthly idea where Sect Leader Yue is; I am not her minder. If she enjoys keeping company with dogs then that is her own problem.”
He speaks through grit teeth now, his tone stiff. “Your opinion is noted, Lady Shen. Might I say, envy isn’t a flattering look on anyone, but least of all a woman.”
“What is there to be envious of? The woman forced to avoid a toad, or the toad drooling after a taste of swan flesh? Be gone.”
And she closes the door in his face rudely, not waiting for another word. There is some sputtering, but then the man leaves, stomping away with heavy footsteps. Yue Qingyuan, who had barely dared to breathe, gasps for air.
She feels hotter than she did only minutes ago. Whatever poison has been slipped into her drink, it’s only intensifying rather than fading.
“... How pitiful. The virtuous and virginal Xuan Su sword has been brought so low, purely because she cannot bear to make herself so unpopular as to tell a grasping man to fuck off.”
Shen Qingqiu swears rarely. It is striking when she does so. Like this, it hits Yue Qingyuan like a jolt of pure heat to her gut. Or, no - lower down.
“I-- I’m sorry for the inconvenience, Xiao-- Shimei, Qingqiu-shimei. I wasn’t careful… I should go see Mu-shimei.”
“And what,” Shen Qingqiu says dangerously, “will Mu-shimei do for you?”
Yue Qingyuan reaches for words. They evade her, and she flounders for a moment.
“She-- she will, she might have an antidote. A cure.”
“Naive girl,” Shen Qingqiu says, and then her hand is cupping her chin, nails digging into her cheek, and she wrenches Yue Qingyuan’s face into looking up at her. Still kneeling on the floor, Shen Qingqiu towers as she bends over her, her silk black hair falling down like a curtain. Yue Qingyuan can smell her perfume, sweet and light like nothing else about her. “The cure to poisons such as this is to either submit, spread your legs, and dual cultivate - or grit your teeth and sweat it out, risking whatever may come. Which do you choose?”
Coherent thoughts are slippery. All she can think of is Shen Qingqiu’s hand on her face, her elegant voice curling around words like spread your legs. She feels so warm, so hot, so desperate….
“--of course, you are too dignified for anything but abstinence. I will have to make excuses for you, while you toss and turn in your bed, innocent and pitiful, righteously clinging to--”
The last vestiges of her self control burns away, and Yue Qingyuan throws herself at Shen Qingqiu’s legs, clinging onto her.
“Shimei,” she pants. “Shimei, please, would you, would you take pity on, on this unworthy one and please please help.”
There is a moment during which Shen Qingqiu doesn’t reply at all. Yue Qingyuan should immediately apologize and crawl away in shame. Instead, she mindlessly rubs her cheek against the silk of her robes, making breathy noises of agonized pleasure at the feeling. She feels out of her mind with want. If Shen Qingqiu tells her no, tells her to leave, then she will, even if it means falling into the hands of the man who poisoned her. She will manage it, somehow, without tarnishing her sect’s reputation in the doing. She can’t think of how at the moment, but she will manage it. She will--
“... And how would my shijie wish to be helped? Be taken to her dear Mu-shimei for whatever paltry medicine she may offer? Tied to her bed, so she cannot let anyone do anything to her that she might regret? Or--”
“Anything,” Yue Qingyuan gasps. “Anything you might see fit to give me, please. Even, ah, even just a-- a single hand--”
Shen Qingqiu’s fingers thread through her hair, then clench into a merciless fist. Using this grip she wrenches Yue Qingyuan’s head back so that she’s looking up at her again, like a hopeless supplicant. Her chest heaves as she pants for air, feeling wild and aflame.
“Yue Qingyuan,” she says, her eyes dark and intent on her burning face. “Do you know what you’re asking for?”
“I cast myself entirely on my shimei’s mercy,” she says, and then whines as she feels Shen Qingqiu pull at her hair, her scalp stinging with bright pain.
“I have none.”
“Please.”
Shen Qingqiu drags Yue Qingyuan to her bed by her hair. She stumbles after her, half bowed over, and collapses onto her bed when tossed there. She turns over, all of her hair and robes feeling like they’re getting in her way, to see Shen Qingqiu getting into bed to cage her in.
“What a forbidden sight,” she says, and sets a hand to the very top of her chest, by her collarbone. As she speaks she begins to slowly drag her hand downwards, the pressure hard and firm. “The pure and chaste Yue Qingyuan, sprawled in my bed like this… How many people would be shocked to know that you would willingly debase yourself in such a way, and to me of all people?”
Only to you.
“Whatever-- whatever you want, Shimei, I, you can take it from me, this shijie would be glad--”
“Whatever I want? As I remember it, you begged for me.”
Shen Qingqiu’s hand curves around one of her breasts. Through several layers of fabric, but Yue Qingyuan can feel it, the pressure of her touch moulding around her flesh. She tends to be numb, her body irrelevant and distant from her, but the poison is magnifying everything, and it’s Shen Qingqiu’s touch.
“Then please,” Yue Qingyuan says, her sanity abandoning her, “you should ruin this respected virgin forever by penetrating her, Qingqiu-shimei.”
It is not the sort of thing that she would ever dare say aloud. This must be one of her guilty fantasies, surely. A rare spring dream, which she will do her best to repress once she wakes. Yes, that.
Shen Qingqiu pauses. She looks down at Yue Qingyuan and says, “Penetrate you.”
This is a dream. Yue Qingyuan speaks freely, breathing longheld desires.
“With-- with your fingers, or-- or anything, Shimei. This one would be grateful for anything, anything. Please, ah, please puncture her hymen so everyone knows she’s a used whore.”
She isn’t even a virgin. Not close. But that doesn’t matter. She is willing to live as if none of the previous times ever happened at all, if what Shen Qingqiu wants is to despoil an undefiled virgin. To exist for her pleasure, her taking…
“You must have truly lost your senses,” Shen Qingqiu says, and brushes some hair away from her face for her, “to allow me to ruin you. Yue Qingyuan, I am far too selfish and vindictive to do anything but take advantage. Who am I to turn down the opportunity to pluck the finest flower in the Jianghu?”
“Yes,” she sighs, and can’t help but squirm needily underneath Shen Qingqiu. “Please.”
Shen Qingqiu undresses her. She does it neatly and efficiently, baring skin that has not seen sunlight since childhood. Yue Qingyuan clutches at the sheets and allows Shen Qingqiu’s eyes to trace over her body, her breasts and her stomach and her hips, and between her legs too. She even manages to spread her legs for her a little, feeling the cool air prickle against the wet heat there - the slick must be drooling from her, visible to the naked eye.
Roughly and without ceremony, Shen Qingqiu pushes a finger inside of her cunt. Yue Qingyuan jolts and instinctively bites down on any noise that might wish to escape her, and then lets out a very quiet sound as she spreads her legs further. She feels Shen Qingqiu crook her finger inside her, rubbing at her inner walls. Shen Qingqiu, touching her, inside of her--
“Wet as an inkwell,” she says derisively, drawing her finger out as if for inspection. Then she leans down, and taps that sticky finger against Yue Qingyuan’s bottom lip. “Open up.”
Yue Qingyuan obediently opens her mouth. Shen Qingqiu slides her finger inside of her just like she had for her cunt only a moment ago, and she closes her mouth and sucks on it eagerly without being told, tasting her own slick. Shen Qingqiu watches her with dark, dark eyes, and draws her finger out after a lingering moment. Yue Qingyuan chases it slightly with her tongue, wishing she would stay.
“You begged for my help,” she says. “So you don’t get to complain if the help I give you offends or scandalizes your sensibilities. You will take what I give you.”
“Yes, Shimei,” Yue Qingyuan agrees eagerly.
Shen Qingqiu leaves the bed only briefly, rummaging through her luggage before coming back. Yue Qingyuan stares at what she has in hand.
Her shimei always likes to pack excessively for any journey that lasts longer than a single night, possessive and protective of her belongings. Still, to think that she would bring, that she would own--
“You took that here? To Huan Hua?” she asks disbelievingly.
Shen Qingqiu curls a hand around the jade dildo like it’s a real cock, illustrating how large it is. She sneers at Yue Qingyuan. “Are you shocked, Zhangmen-shijie, that I would own such a filthy thing?”
A little.
“No,” she says. “Only-- nothing.”
“Judge all you want. You should be grateful that I thought to pack it, or else who knows what I’d be shoving inside of you?”
The threat makes a shiver travel up her spine, and before she knows it Shen Qingqiu is back in bed, and nudging the blunt head of the jade dildo against the lips of her cunt in a perverse kiss. She imagines it inside of her and is briefly paralyzed by want. Shen Qingqiu mistakes it for hesitancy, clicking her tongue at her and then pushing her thigh, spreading her legs wider for her before she pushes the jade dildo into her.
Her cunt accepts it greedily, wet and achingly empty, her soft walls molding around its rigid and unyielding form. She’s making a small, breathy sound over and over again, a sigh on each exhale, an ah, ah, ahhh. Shen Qingqiu penetrates her without mercy, never pausing or giving her time to claw back her composure, but instead staring down at her face as if devouring the slightest twist of expression as she shoves a jade cock wider than her wrist into her.
Finally, it is all the way inside of her, its flared base kissing her stretched open cunt. Yue Qingyuan breathes raggedly, feeling full and hot and still urgent with need.
“Is it too much for you?” Shen Qingqiu asks, and she lays a hand on Yue Qingyuan’s stomach and presses down. She gasps sharply at the feeling, laying in place and twitching. “This much cock for a tight, unviolated pussy - can you bear it?”
“I can,” She stops, gasping for air. “I can bear it, yes, for you, Shimei.”
Shen Qingqiu draws the dildo back and then shoves it brutally back into her. Yue Qingyuan chokes on air, claws at the sheets. Like this she starts to fuck Yue Qingyuan implacably, and drips sweet nothings into her ear as she does so. Or perhaps they’re threats. She can’t tell the difference any longer.
“How sweet. Zhangmen-shijie, I’m going to fuck you sloppy and loose until your pretty little cunt is a mess, and no man would ever want you as a wife if he knew what I’d done to you. You can put on your clean silks and act the pure virgin as much as you want, but I will know that it is a lie. I’ll know that you let your cunt be split open and panted like a bitch in heat for it.”
“Yes, yes,” Yue Qingyuan agrees, almost tripping over her own words in her haste. “Yes, Shimei, it will be as you say, whatever you want, ah--”
When Shen Qingqiu begins to stroke at and caress her clit, her first orgasm quickly follows, her walls spasming and clenching around the large obstruction forced into her cunt. Then she keeps fucking her with it, past all feeling of oversensitivity, and she can only toss her head back and bite back on her moans, obediently letting Shen Qingqiu continue to violate her cunt. Shen Qingqiu calls her a whore and a slut, easy and spoiled, defiled, ruined by her own hand.
“Who will want you now? Everyone will be able to see the stain on you, Zhangmen-shijie. Just some pretty whore with nice tits, willing to spread her legs at the first few licks of lust, eager and desperate--”
Two more orgasms are wrenched out of her before Shen Qingqiu makes herself at home between her legs to lick and suck at her clit with her own mouth, and tears of overwhelmed pleasure escape her even as she swallows back her sobs. This must be a dream, yes, it’s too good to be real. Shen Qingqiu’s hands on her, her mouth on her, her eyes on her, her voice in her ears and her skin pressed against her own--
In the end, she loses count of how many times she is pushed over the brink of pleasure that night. All she knows is that Shen Qingqiu does not once draw the dildo out of her cunt, and she obediently lets it remain even as she drifts away into an exhausted sleep. She will not remove it until Shen Qingqiu does. If that means that she will have to walk around with a jade cock planted deep inside of her cunt for days on end, then so be it.
She will take whatever she is given, and be grateful for it.