The soft, shaky "Yes" whispered against Xue Lian's skin was the only permission she needed. The world narrowed to the confines of the bed, to the warm, willing woman in her arms. She returned to her tender ministrations, drawing forth a new series of soft sighs and shivers.
As they lay tangled together, their bodies flush in the warm afterglow, Xue Lian shifted. Her thigh brushed against something between Lan Yue's legs something firm, warm, and distinctly new.
Xue Lian froze. Slowly, she let her hand drift down, her fingers brushing against a length of smooth, hard flesh. Oh. A dozen half forgotten paragraphs from the web novel flashed through her mind. The author glossed over the details… I never thought Enigmas would have them too.
Lan Yue, feeling the change in her own body and Xue Lian's sudden stillness, tensed with confusion. Her body was acting of its own accord, creating something she had no name for. She looked at Xue Lian, her eyes wide with a silent, vulnerable question.
Seeing that look, all of Xue Lian's shock melted into profound tenderness. She kissed Lan Yue softly. "Shh, it's alright, my beautiful saint," she murmured. "This is just another part of you." Her hand moved with a gentle, reassuring curiosity, closing around the unfamiliar anatomy. "This," she whispered, her voice thick with a new, deeper layer of desire, "is for me."
She shifted her body, parting her own legs and settling over Lan Yue's hips. She took Lan Yue's shaft in her hand, the skin impossibly soft, and guided it to her own wet, waiting core. Lan Yue gasped, her eyes wide with shock and dawning comprehension.
"Look at me, Yue," Xue Lian commanded softly. Lan Yue's gaze met hers. "I want you inside me. All you have to do is push."
Hesitantly, driven by an instinct she didn't know she possessed, Lan Yue thrust her hips forward.
A sharp, tearing pain mingled with the electric pleasure, and a cry was torn from Xue Lian's lips, a sound that was half agony, half ecstasy. She arched her back, her fingers digging into the sheets.
Lan Yue froze instantly, the unfamiliar sensations in her own body forgotten in a rush of panic. "Lian?" she whispered, her voice tight with alarm. As she started to pull back, her eyes caught a slick, crimson stain spreading on the pale silk sheets beneath them. "You're bleeding," she said, her voice trembling. "I'm hurting you. is it okay? are you okay?"
Xue Lian reached up, her hands cupping Lan Yue's face, her crimson eyes hazy but fiercely focused. She was breathless, and there were tears shimmering at the corners of her eyes, but her expression was one of profound, aching joy. "It's okay," she panted, her voice rough with emotion. "The first time... it's supposed to be like this." She shook her head gently, her thumbs stroking Lan Yue's cheeks. "You're not hurting me. Don't stop." A desperate, possessive plea entered her voice. "Please, Yue... it's okay, you can continue."
For Xue Lian, the sensation of being filled by Lan Yue after that initial pain was a revelation. It was a profound, possessive fullness that her own fingers could never replicate. The bare, smooth shaft felt so good, so right inside her, stretching and claiming her in a way that lit up every nerve in her body.
For Lan Yue, the feeling was a cataclysm. The sensation of sinking into Xue Lian's welcoming heat, the friction, the way their bodies locked together perfectly it was a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Something she never knew was missing had just been found.
Hearing Xue Lian's renewed moan of pleasure erased all of Lan Yue's hesitation. A primal rhythm took over. She began to thrust, tentatively at first, then with a growing confidence. Each push drew another broken, breathy moan from Xue Lian, and each moan fueled Lan Yue's own rising passion.
A new pressure began to build inside her. "Lian…" she gasped.
"I know, my love, I feel it too," Xue Lian panted, her head thrown back.
The feeling crested, and Lan Yue cried out as a wave of pure bliss washed through her, feeling something hot gush from the tip of her shaft. With that cry, the instinct took over. Xue Lian felt a fundamental shift within her as Lan Yue swelled, the profound, possessive fullness of the knotting locking them into a single, inseparable being. A breathless gasp was torn from her own throat, a sound of pure shock and overwhelming pleasure. She stared up at the canopy of the bed, her mind reeling from the sheer intimacy. "So this is the feeling of knotting..." she whispered, more to herself than to Lan Yue, her voice thick with awe. "Like a seed growing inside you." The feeling was of being not just filled, but utterly and completely claimed, marked on a spiritual level.
She collapsed against Xue Lian, spent and dazed by the new, binding sensation, but her body was still thrumming. Slowly, she began to move again, her thrusts softer now, but no less deliberate.
They fell into a languid, endless dance until the Netherworld's strange, gray daylight filled the room. Lan Yue found release again, and then again, each time crying out Xue Lian's name like a prayer. Xue Lian met her every time, until they were both utterly, completely spent, their bodies slick with sweat and their souls inextricably intertwined.
Finally, they collapsed. As Lan Yue's arousal slowly faded, she felt the foreign part of her recede. She was exhausted but had never felt more at peace.
Xue Lian held her close, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead. "An Enigma," she whispered, her voice full of awe and a deep, abiding love. "You, Lan Yue, are truly full of surprises."
Lan Yue just sighed, nuzzling into the warmth of Xue Lian's neck, too blissfully tired to form words. She was home.