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“Tingyun, this is the last time this can happen,” The words hung heavy from Yukong’s lips the first time she said it and every subsequent time after that. It was a cruel cycle that imprinted itself upon Yukong’s heart every time Tingyun started to show the signs.
It would begin quietly with her withdrawing herself from her duties, excusing herself to take care of sudden personal matters, and on the chance they brushed shoulders Yukong would see the flush rise into the girl’s face. The light musk that clung to Tingyun’s skin permeating her senses, settling into the pit of her stomach for that fleeting moment before disappearing in a shallow exhale.
Then, before nightfall, Tingyun would find herself at Yukong’s doorstep, begging with labored breaths and weak limbs that threatened to collapse the moment she was brought into her home. It was a dance of which the Helm Master memorized every step.
While Yukong thrived in action, Tingyun always had a way with words. She knew just how to lilt her voice, head falling to the side as her ears drooped. Her quiet pleas surrounded Yukong like a thick fog that clouded her vision until all she could see was the helpless fox trembling before her. She’d ghost her fingers along Yukong’s body, begging with those dewy lips. She had an inescapable charm about her that if Yukong hadn’t grown to predict each movement she’d easily fall prey to the glimmer in her eyes. Helpless as Tingyun clung to her side for the chance to be taken in for a night, to satisfy the heat that ran through her body and be gone by morning.
Despite the tug in Yukong’s stomach telling her to give into instinct, she had to remain stable, cold-hearted as she repeated the same things she always did, “It would be unbefitting of someone in my position; do you not understand?” Though her face remained still, denying Tingyun always ripped at her chest, body reacting keenly to the pheromones that quickened her heartbeat.
It was a painful reality, to be so at odds with your mind and body, but it was the Helm Master’s job to remain respectable. For that reason as much as her body throbbed, and every nerve lit up at the graze of Tingyun’s fingertips, she knew that she shouldn’t give in. After all, if others found out the consequences could be catastrophic not just for her position but her reputation. They would accuse her of abusing her power over her subordinate; it just wasn’t proper.
Despite this logic, Tingyun would always cry, practically throwing herself into Yukong’s arms and burying her face in her chest, “But why does it matter?” She wanted Yukong of her own volition; wasn’t that enough?
Her words always pulled at Yukong’s chest, afraid that Tingyun would be able to feel the rapid beating of her heart that ached to give into her demands. Yet she’d look to the side and make up some excuse as to why they couldn’t be together. Of course the sly fox was always quick to question her, and so Yukong would have to scrape the depths of her mind for reasons she hadn’t yet exhausted.
It was the same every time, a well choreographed battle of will. Tingyun would show up begging for a place in Yukong’s bed just for Yukong to give her a lecture on why it would not be responsible for her to do so. Yet despite this song and dance they always ended the night pressed against each other, Yukong unlocking the pleasure between her legs while remaining untouched herself as if holding onto that last shred of responsibility. Every time Yukong said it would be the last, but it never was. The last time still played clearly in her mind.
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“You really can’t say no to me; isn’t that right, Madam?” Tingyun’s voice was heavy, dripping with desire as Yukong pulled her inside by the wrists and shut the door behind her, “Who woulda thought the legendary Helm Master was kept on a leash?”
“I simply wish for you to keep your mouth shut before you wake up the entire neighborhood,” Yukong rolled her eyes, yanking her arms upwards before pressing her into the wall. She narrowed her gaze, eyeing Tingyun with the agitation that always made the young fox’s stomach flutter. She loved to push Yukong to her limits, finding pleasure in the ways she’d break just for her.
Tingyun sighed into her neck before nipping at her jaw, giggling as Yukong’s hand trailed up her side, “Your lips say one thing but your body another; I know you love when I bite back.”
“You’re just a pup who is all bark when it really matters,” Yukong dug her nails into Tingyun’s hip, waiting for the flash of pain to cross her face, “Don’t get so excited, dear; I am simply taking care of your… problem. After tonight, you deal with this yourself.”
She got to her knees, lips brushing against the divots her nails left behind before peppering them with soft kisses, her warm tongue easing the dull sting. Even the smallest tease of contact left Tingyun trembling, addicted to the Helm Master’s sharp yet soothing nature, quick to be stern and even quicker to nurture.
Tingyun parted her lips, prepared to fire back but falling silent as Yukong lifted her skirt, tutting at the mess that awaited her. Her underwear so dampened with slick that it had become see through, lust dripping all the way down her thighs. How she could even make it all the way to Yukong’s doorstep like that she would never understand.
“Naughty girl…” Yukong pulled the soaked lace panties down to her knees, body tensing as she listened to Tingyun’s sharp inhale as the cool air met her throbbing cunt. Everything that foxian did was to tease her, drawing out each reaction that strayed from her calm and collected demeanor. So it was in her best interest to not give in to the girl’s antics.
Leave it to Tingyun, however, to invent new ways to threaten Yukong’s resolve, arriving at her house with her bush trimmed into the shape of a heart. She ran her hand along it, feeling the cheeky fox squirm beneath her fingertips, but refusing to let her win.
“Strip,” She pulled her hand back, ears twitching as Tingyun whimpered but remaining stone faced as she let Tingyun’s skirt fall.
“What?” Tingyun hummed, holding a delicate finger to her chin as a wicked smile crossed her lips, “Wouldn’t you much rather have the honor of doing it yourself?”
Yukong got off of the floor, stepping back before folding her arms to give her space, “I said strip. Unless you’d rather me send you home instead?”
“Hmph,” She huffed, though a rush of adrenaline spread through her body as she rid herself of her clothing, “You’re so cold.”
“Your skin is burning up,” Once the last of Tingyun’s garments hit the floor Yukong wasted no time in closing the distance, fangs grazing against her throat, “You could use a bit of ice.”
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An uncomfortable shiver traveled down Yukong’s body at the memory, her cheeks growing warm. The rest of that night went as it always did with Yukong finding many ways to bring Tingyun to climax around her fingers, and once her wrists tired she’d use her tongue to taste the sweetness hidden between her thighs until she became drunk on it. Yet the fox could never be satisfied, screaming and trembling with each touch and demanding more and more of Yukong’s attention until the heat began to subside.
Once she finally had her fill she’d turn to Yukong and ask, barely able to speak over her labored breaths as tears stained her reddened cheeks, “Won’t you let me touch you now?”
To which Yukong would always deny her, making her dress herself and be on her way home so that she could salvage any peace and quiet with what was left of her night. However, once the fox was gone, Yukong sank into her bed, waiting until it took shape around her body before finally freeing the erection Tingyun was never allowed to see. With the fox’s scent still on her hands she relieved herself of the throbbing ache that leaked within her briefs, cumming countless times over to the thought of Tingyun’s voice, her body, her words, everything about her person until she laid in a puddle of her own frustrations.
And now it was that time again. Yukong knew every part of Tingyun from the curve of her hips to the length of her fingers, committing each part that made her back arch and toes curl to memory. She knew how Tingyun had a bad habit of running late, and she knew her exact lunch order regardless of the restaurant. Either the woman was far too predictable, or Yukong cared a little more than she’d like to admit. Either way, she knew that her will would soon be tested.
As she made her way back to the Palace of Astrum to finish the rest of the day’s work she figured she had at least a few more hours before Tingyun became her problem. The fox was needy, but she wasn’t crazy enough to disturb her at work. After all, Yukong’s desk was at the center of it all, raised on a platform for everyone to see. It was the most public you could be in the entire palace.
As Yukong stepped through the entryway, however, she came to a halt, eyes widening and head snapping towards the nearest guard who stammered in response, raising his hands in defense. To her surprise, none other than Tingyun was seated at her desk, legs crossed and hands folded neatly in her lap. For a moment she thought she had to be seeing things, blinking to clear her vision before the panic settled like a heat in her cheeks.
“My apologies, Madam Yukong. I figured it would be alright to let her wait there,” He stuttered, looking to the other guard for support, “You two are so familiar, and Miss Tingyun sounded like whatever she needed to see you for was urgent. I would have hated to send her away knowing you were on your way back.”
“Oh, yes, of course,” Yukong kept her voice calm, nodding and relaxing her face so as to not make a scene, “Well then I shouldn’t keep her waiting; carry on.”
The walk towards her desk was agonizing, each step echoing in her ears as she felt the prickle of eyes turn to greet her. Despite the anxieties that ate away at her chest, she tried to keep her head held high. Any foxian would have the senses to pick up on Tingyun’s situation. She scratched at her nail bed; what if they already knew? What if they had figured out what was going on between the two of them? What if they were all staring at her, eyes boring into her soul with the knowledge of what she’d been doing, judging her for lacking self-restraint? It was enough to make her feel faint, skin going pale until she neared the steps only to be greeted with Tingyun’s perfume, heavy with the scent of jasmine.
That at least gave her a sense of security, exhaling a sigh of relief as she ascended the final few steps and joined Tingyun at the center, “Good evening, Tingyun.”
“Madam Yukong,” Tingyun’s voice was low, looking up at Yukong through her lashes. Her hands balled into fists in her lap, legs shifting ever so slightly. It all about confirmed her suspicions.
Though agitation tugged at the corners of her eyes, Yukong maintained a pleasant smile so as to not arouse any suspicion, “Well, I must say I am curious to hear what business you had that was so important it couldn’t wait until the end of the day.” Though her tone was light, her eyes dug into Tingyun.
Before the fox could even defend herself Yukong grabbed her by the wrists, perhaps a bit harsher than intended, and pulled her out of the seat and towards the exit where they could speak privately. Now she knew for sure that people were turning to give her odd looks, but she just smiled, making up excuses about how the two needed to discuss a matter involving a faulty starskiff. It would be impossible for her to understand the situation without going to see it for herself.
The cool air came as a relief to the heat in her face as they stepped outside, rounding the lion statues and setting off for the secluded courtyard behind the palace. Thankfully no one was around this late into the evening, and so Yukong dragged Tingyun across the rushing river before finding a quiet area by the wall.
“You careless girl! What were you thinking?” Yukong let go of her wrists, massaging her temples before pacing before her as a way to consume the anxious energy that ripped at her body. It was difficult to get the seasoned Helm Master so flustered, but seeing Tingyun at her desk ignited a frustration that normally lay dormant. Perhaps it was the blatant disregard for her authority, or perhaps it was the knowledge that under that clean outfit was a mess waiting to be devoured.
“It was the only place you couldn’t avoid me,” Tingyun’s face was flushed, having blamed it on the summer weather to anyone who asked, but now that she wasn’t under the watchful eyes of the Sky-Faring Commission she could let her cool facade melt away. Her mouth hung open, panting as she looked up at Yukong with desperation painted across her face.
“How many times must I remind you? We cannot keep doing this,” Yukong let out a heavy sigh, unsure if her words were because she truly believed them or if she still needed to convince herself. Despite her apprehension, she couldn’t deny the way her cock ached at the sight of Tingyun up there on display just for her, and even worse were the images that crossed her mind. How badly she wished to ravage Tingyun right there, spreading her on her desk with no concern for who could see. She bit her tongue; what wicked thoughts.
“Madam Yukong,” Tingyun whimpered, not even stopping to see if anyone was around before lifting up her skirt to reveal nothing underneath, “Please…” Her pussy was swollen, red and dripping with thick strings of slick connecting her thighs.
“I need it,” She reached down, spreading herself apart with her fingers so that she dripped onto the grass beneath them, “Please, you know how unbearable this feels; I need you.”
She choked back sobs, leaning back into the wall as she plunged her fingers inside of herself, moaning as she bucked against her hand. Yukong’s mouth went dry; all she could do was stare as she watched the fox finger fuck herself, slick gushing out from around her fingers.
She felt her erection press against the confines of her clothes, body urging her to give into her desires and take Tingyun right there, claim her, mark her up, and make her spill across her fingers. She bit her lip as she imagined Tingyun’s voice ringing throughout the courtyard so that the entirety of the Xianzhou Luofu would know that she belonged to Yukong only to silence the brat by fucking her so hard the only sounds she’d be able to make would be strained whimpers. Still, there was a part of her that resisted, that stood straight and remembered she couldn’t act on impulse; she had to be responsible.
“Tingyun…”
“I…” Tingyun took a shaky breath, smiling through labored breaths, “I thought the Helm Master would take command of her own life instead of letting others speak for her.”
“You know it is more complicated than that,” She pursed her lips, eyes unable to take themselves aways from Tingyun’s body. The way the sun illuminated her skin was enough to make Yukong forget how to breathe.
“You say that, but you don’t mean it,” She threw herself forward, clinging to the sides of Yukong’s dress before gingerly reaching up to touch her face with the hand that moments prior had just been buried inside of herself, “Life is too short to have regrets. I can see that look in your eyes, Madam. You want this too.”
The foxian’s scent sucked the oxygen from Yukong’s lungs, head spinning as her eyes fell shut before returning Tingyun’s gaze with a pitiful expression, “Life is also far too long to make mistakes.”
Yukong had seen far more than the optimistic fox, suffered numerous losses. She couldn’t blame her for not understanding. In fact, she too was once hopeful in the days where she touched the stars, but those days were long gone.
Tingyun faltered, grip slowly loosening before stumbling back, voice cracking as she spoke, “Is that what you think? Has all of this… Have I just been a mistake to you?”
“Tingyun, no, I-” Yukong’s body tensed, voice catching in her throat as she watched the brightness in Tingyun’s eyes dull.
She breathed, shrinking in on herself as her arms wrapped around her frame, “You have said so many horrible things to me, you know, and I’ve taken it every single time because never once have you said that it was because of me. Reputation, sure. Responsibility, sure.”
“But…” She winced, staring down at the ground as she whispered, “I thought… I thought maybe you loved me too.”
She shook her head, a pained laugh escaping her as she turned her back on Yukong, smoothing out her skirt in the hopes of regaining some dignity, “I suppose I have always been as naive as you paint me to be.”
Those words reached deep into Yukong’s chest and wrapped her heart in thorns. The last thing she wanted was to see Tingyun hurt, but that was exactly why she needed to keep her distance. She’d grown to admire the fox the longer they were in each other’s company. Maybe it was because of her smile, or her eyes, or the hopeful outlook she had on the future. Her attitude was infectious, worming its way into Yukong’s heart and settling like a rock in her stomach. She needed to protect that spirit, and someone like Yukong was only going to weigh it down.
“If that is how you feel then there is nothing I can do. I just…” Tingyun turned back around, tears wetting her soft cheeks, “I just need to hear you say it. If you truly don’t want me, look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t love me. If you can say that then I’ll leave you alone, but I need to hear it. No responsibility. No reputation. None of that garbage. Tell me that you don’t want me the way I want you.”
Despite her condition, the stubborn fox stood straight, staring into Yukong’s eyes with firm resolution as she waited for a response, strong-willed and commanding respect, a stark difference from her playful demeanor.
Yukong hesitated, mouth going dry as she searched for a lie that would extinguish this flame once and for all, but as she stared into Tingyun’s eyes all she could see was that brilliant, hopeful jade she had grown to love. She saw the bright spirit that reminded her what it meant to be alive, and she saw the heart that beat so brazenly. Despite all of her inhibitions, she really couldn’t say no to her.
Finally, she let out a long sigh before taking a step towards Tingyun to wipe her tears with her thumbs, “I say all of those foolish things because I do love you, my cheeky fox, and I am truly sorry.” In that moment all of her nagging worries disappeared into the background for just a moment as she watched Tingyun’s face spark to life. It was that smile, those shining eyes that tugged at her heart and made everything feel just a little bit better.
“I was trying to protect you, but it seems all I have done is cause you pain,” She placed a small kiss on her cheek, brushing away her hair to take in every inch of her beauty, “I would not have entertained this little arrangement for so long had I not enjoyed it.”
“Then forget about everything else,” Tingyun placed her hands on Yukong’s, pressing them into her face before pulling them lower, “You deserve to be happy, Madam Yukong.”
She was happy. Family dinners with her daughter, working in the Palace of Astrum, walks under the starlight when all of her work was done, all of these things brought her happiness, but as her stomach twisted itself into knots once again she understood what Tingyun meant. Companionship, something she had convinced herself she’d be better off without, something her body was begging her to accept.
“When did you get to be so insightful?”
Tingyun giggled, leading Yukong’s hands between her thighs, “I learned from the wisest foxian I know.”
She’d only gotten a taste, slipping her fingers between Tingyun’s thighs and coating them in her wetness before suddenly hearing footsteps approaching on the stone bridge. Her ears perked up, hand snapping back to her side as Tingyun’s laughs replaced any heartache from moments before.
“Guess we oughta find somewhere a little more private, hm?” Tingyun hummed, straightening out her skirt though it did nothing to hide how wet her inner legs had become, “Unless the esteemed Helm Master would rather be found fucking in the courtyard?”
Yukong’s heartbeat rose into her ears, pounding against her brain as she snatched Tingyun’s wrist and led her through a backdoor back into the palace. For months she’d been repeating the same excuses to herself in the hopes that one day she’d believe them, and yet in her heart she knew the entire time that it was impossible to resist.
Tingyun was irresistible any day of the week, but walking beside her drenched in heat Yukong knew that she had been playing a fool’s game. For decades she refused to open her heart knowing the pain that comes with giving yourself over to another, but Tingyun just didn’t know when to quit. If it were anyone else it may have annoyed her, and yet it was the trait Yukong admired most about her. She was still so hopeful, so untouched by the agony of this world. While Tingyun was certainly no war veteran, in many ways she was braver than Yukong ever felt she could be.
“Quiet!” Yukong’s tongue was harsh in an attempt to silence Tingyun’s persistent giggles as they made their way through the various halls of the palace. Yukong’s footsteps quickened, a serious expression on her face hoping that if she looked urgent enough that guards would not stop to question what she was doing in this part of the palace. While they did give Tingyun the occasional questionable stare, they weren’t stopped once before finding themselves in a secluded conference room.
While the young fox did her best to obey her superior, the second the door closed behind them she pounced at Yukong, pressing her hard into the wooden door before closing any little distance that remained with a kiss. Her body was warm, misted with sweat as she dove in hungrily, moaning into her lips and pulling away only for brief moments of air. She gripped Yukong's sides, desperately trying to hold her close against her body.
The air around them was hot, thick with a musk that had Yukong’s vision blurring as she got low to scoop Tingyun up into her arms, the needy fox quick to press her hips forward and soil the front of Yukong’s dress.
“Naughty thing,” Yukong’s voice was low, nipping at Tingyun’s lip before carrying her to the table where she was promptly set down. She swallowed hard, eyeing the woman before her as her own desire thrashed deep within her gut. Yet she continued to swallow the urges of her own pleasure; the last thing she needed was to rut here of all places.
“For an old hag you sure are strong,” Tingyun looked up through her eyelashes, a lazy smirk crossing her lips as she lifted her skirt. No longer having to suppress her primal urges she happily let her legs spread for Yukong, hand dipping between her thighs and sullying the desk beneath her in the process.
“And you really are nothing but a brat,” Yukong narrowed her eyes, but even she could not resist how the young fox made her feel. That sultry, teasing expression had Yukong buckling at the knees. Tingyun’s eyebrows were furrowed, mouth hanging open, chest shaky as it rose and fell. The curve of her fingers beckoning Yukong forward as they dipped inside. Every inch of her beckoned for Yukong’s touch from the flush on her face to the warmth of her pussy. Yukong could hardly help herself, and before she realized she was already ridding Tingyun of her clothes until she sat there fully exposed, body hot to the touch.
“Isn’t that what you like about me, Madam?” The softness in Tingyun’s voice made Yukong’s lips purse; there was no denying how much she enjoyed the young fox’s spirit, how much she reveled in getting her to submit.
“If not…” There was a tender laugh in her sigh as she reached down and spread her lips apart once more, “I guess you’ll just have to teach me a lesson on how to behave.”
Yukong snarled, baring her fangs for a moment before stopping to take a breath; the best way to break in a naughty pup is to not react. So despite both of their desperations, Yukong was slow in her movements, calculated, taking in Tingyun’s body as if it was the first time she’d been blessed enough to touch it. She ran her hands down the other’s sides, sculpting the curves of her hips before running up along her soft belly to cup her chest.
She squeezed, feeling the tension begin to fade from her muscles with each exhale as she rolled her thumbs across the peaks of Tingyun’s nipples. She was so beautiful, and Yukong wanted to savor every part of her, but Tingyun was not as patient.
She whined, grinding down against the table but finding no friction, “Madam, have I not been patient enough?”
Yukong could only imagine the amount of restraint required to wait as long as she had, sitting in the middle of the palace pretending like everything was fine, entertaining conversations and maintaining a smile. How long had she had to sit with those feelings? Even once Yukong was within her reach she remained composed, waiting only until she was allowed before falling apart. She had more self control than Yukong ever gave her credit for.
“Hmph, I don’t know, Miss Tingyun, have you been a good fox?” Yukong squeezed hard on Tingyun’s breasts, her cock throbbing at the yelp it elicited before lowering her lips to her clavicle. After all, she knew every inch of Tingyun, knew all the right places to touch and tease to coax out those addicting cries. She tickled the length of her collar bone with her lips before biting down, fangs pressing against her skin as she suckled.
“Yes!” Tingyun gasped, leaning back onto her hands as her body trembled, “When have I ever been bad?”
To which Yukong bit hard, laughing against her skin, “Do not lie to me, Tingyun. You know how much I despise those who lie.” Wherever she bit she was quick to kiss, easing the pain with the warm wetness of her tongue as marks started to dot her chest.
“Please, Madam Yukong; I’m sorry,” Her voice was so weak, each word labored and hanging heavy between them, “I’ll be good; I promise. I just need you to touch me.”
Yukong groaned against her skin, smiling at the feeling of Tingyun writhing beneath her without having even begun to pleasure her. The cheeky fox liked to act so sly, pretending like Yukong was wrapped around her little finger, but when it really mattered Yukong was always the one in control with Tingyun mewling like a needy kitten.
Her smile was wicked, reveling in having Tingyun right where she wanted her, “Oh, well I am touching you dear. I’m afraid you’ll have to be a bit more specific.”
“Please, Madam!” Tingyun’s voice had gone shrill, cracking as she desperately reached out for Yukong’s hips only to hesitate, arms falling back to her sides; she was never allowed to touch, “Just fuck me already!”
“What was that?” Yukong stepped back, eyes trailing Tingyun’s shaky body, “I apologize, dear; I suppose my hearing isn’t what it used to be.” Her ears twitched, foxian senses as perceptive as ever.
“Fuck me!” She screamed before devolving into pathetic whimpers; any semblance of control was long gone. She could pray that no guards lingered too closely, but even that thought no longer crossed her mind as she raised her hips to display herself.
“Please, Madam…” She repeated, her words no more than pained sobs as her body became consumed by the innate fire that she knew too well. A hot throb permeated deep inside of her in a place that she couldn’t reach, eased only by the icy woman that seemed to love to deny her relief.
“Look at you asking so politely; see, you can be a good, little fox,” Yukong hummed, taking her time as she pulled up one of the chairs, sat down, and positioned herself so that her face was comfortably between Tingyun’s thighs.
The perfume could only mask so much before, but now it was rendered completely useless as the heavy musk encircled Yukong until her mind grew hazy. Instinct tugged at her core, and yet she still maintained such a poised composure, sitting up straight and crossing her legs before opening Tingyun like the pages of a book rather than a meal fit for an animal. Even in moments where there was no shame to be had, the respected Helm Master refused to shed the walls she held up firmly around herself.
“Such a pretty girl…” She mused, rolling her thumb across Tingyun’s clit. Desire deepend in her chest, impulse pulling at each of her limbs. How easily it would be to give in to beastly instinct, to mark the lovely fox and claim every inch of her for herself, but she was nothing without her discipline. She always knew how to behave, how to deny the bulging arousal that threatened to burst from anticipation alone.
“Madam…” The slightest touch had Tingyun’s limbs twitching, hands balling at her sides before lifting them to cover her face as her tail swished against the table. She moaned, embarrassment flooding her cheeks. How terribly she wished to bite back, to cloud Yukong’s eyes with pleasure, but the cold Helm Master never gave her the chance.
Yukong bit her tongue. So much of her life was about careful calculation, making sure that she did nothing to tarnish her reputation as the respected and honorable Helm Master. So many people relied on her to remain responsible and reliable. Yet wherever Tingyun was concerned, primal urges ripped at her from beneath her ribcage threatening to awaken the sordid animal that wanted nothing more than to ravage the needy pup.
Each of Tingyun’s whines sent electricity through Yukong’s nerves, and her skin was so warm that the Helm Master wanted to bury herself inside of it, wrap herself in her lover’s body and find comfort. She bared her teeth as she watched the fox unravel before her, writing and crying in a pathetic pool of her own fluids. If only she could allow herself to let go like that.
“Such a noisy pup,” She breathed, leaning forward and letting her lips brush against Tingyun’s body. Her warm breath somehow still came as a cool relief to the burning of Tingyun’s skin who shuddered underneath her. Her lips were soft, glossy, and gentle as she pressed a kiss to her clit before letting her tongue trail along it. Salty, but sweeter than even the richest desserts in all of the Xianzhou Luofo.
Yukong hummed, head angling to the side to create just enough room to let her fingers slide inside of Tingyun. Her mind fell into a pleasant buzz, not thinking too hard and instead letting her body pilot itself as she curved her fingers upwards, cooing words of praise as Tingyun bucked her hips against her knuckles.
The two were locked inside of their rhythmic dance; Yukong leading, and Tingyun following as she gushed around the other’s fingers and swallowed them whole. The Helm Master’s dexterity was something to be revered, quick and nimble as she took control of Tingyun’s body from within. It took no effort at all to have the fox trembling around her, each moan as wavering as the muscles of her thighs.
Tingyun struggled as she let out a laugh, each word heavier and more labored than the last, “I know you can do much better than this, Madam Yukong.”
She rolled her eyes; it was obvious what the brat was trying to pry out of her, but unfortunately for Yukong, it was working. She smiled against her inner thigh before biting down, drawing out the cries that rang like music in her ears even if they were in such close proximity to others. Yukong’s composure was cracking, but the pup hadn’t beaten her just yet.
She added a third and fourth finger, stomach tightening at the feeling of Tingyun clenching around her, desperate to feel every last inch of Yukong and drawing her in closer to the source of this heat. No matter how much Tingyun teased, it was up to Yukong to remind her who was in control.
It wasn’t much longer before Tingyun’s back arched off of the table, streams of slick gushing out of her around Yukong’s fingers as the fire in her stomach rippled through her nerves. When she fell back down she was still twitching, panting as she just barely lifted her head to steal a glimpse of the woman she couldn’t seem to ever get enough of.
Yukong pulled away, looking back at her with a lazy smile as she pulled her fingers out, wetness dripping off of them onto the desk. She wasn’t sure how they’d get it clean, or if it’d ever truly be free of Tingyun’s heat, but it didn’t matter to her at the moment. None of it did. All that mattered was the sweet fox that laid beneath her as she crawled onto the table and hovered over her.
“So quick, my dear…” She brushed the stray hairs from Tingyun’s face, they were stuck to the sweat that glistened on her skin, “Such a desperate pup, and to think I was starting to believe you had more self control than that.”
Tingyun grimaced, her words broken up by heavy pants, “Don’t act like you wouldn’t fall apart if you were in my position. If only you’d let me-”
“Hush,” Yukong silenced her, leaning down for a kiss so that Tingyun could taste herself on her lips. It was surprisingly gentle, pulling apart for a breath only to go in harder, deeper, pressing her tongue into the fox’s mouth to give her the taste of jasmine tea and the heat that plagued her cunt.
When they separated Tingyun let out a shaky breath, pushing herself up onto her elbows to get a better look at her face, “Madam Yukong; it isn’t enough…” Compared to her usual demeanor, she sounded almost defeated, the pain in her voice striking Yukong’s heart.
“Well, aren’t you greedy,” She brushed the back of her hand against Tingyun’s cheek, the warm flush drawing her attention. She could so easily relieve her dear fox of this ailment if only she’d let herself give in to her urges; it pained her to see Tingyun suffering like this.
“So cruel…” Tingyun fell back, her heavy breaths slowing her words as she stumbled through her thoughts, “To be touched by you but never able to touch back. To have you so close yet always feeling so far away.”
“How much do I have to beg, Madam? How much of my pride must I swallow?” The whine in her voice was difficult to ignore, “Do you still think that this is some game; that I only want to be relieved of this ache?”
“You mean so much more to me than that,” Her eyes fell shut, a gentle sigh leaving her lips as her hand ran itself along her stomach, “I want you to claim me, use my body for your pleasure.”
Yukong pursed her lips; she could deny the woman’s advances, push away wandering hands, but when Tingyun spoke it was like being placed under a spell.
She dragged her fingers in slow circles around her belly, “Wouldn’t that be nice, Madam? Being knotted inside of a woman practically begging to be bred by you. So warm… So tight… Cumming over and over until she’s made to have your pups.”
There was a beat of silence before she raised her head, returning her gaze towards Yukong with a sly smile as she laughed, “Unless you’re too old for that too?”
This whole evening Yukong’s nerves had been strung taught, getting tighter and tighter with self-restraint until just like that they snapped. It was as if a wave of relief washed over her replacing the tension with carnal desire.
There was a glint in her eyes as she bared her teeth, fangs poking through, “If I had my way you’d already be marked until every foxian knew that you belonged to me. I’d fill you until nothing else could fit; you’d be overflowing and still begging for more.”
Tingyun’s breath caught in her throat, eyes going wide as she stammered but ultimately fell silent. For once, she was speechless.
“What, surprised?” She gave Tingyun one more look before pushing herself up and off the table, situating herself on the chair once more but this time gesturing for the other to join her.
She laughed, watching as Tingyun struggled to move her legs and situate herself on her lap, “I’ve been doing this for a long time, my little fox, far longer than you. I know how to fill your stomach, how to make your breasts swell with milk just so that I may take it for myself.”
Once she was stable, Yukong grabbed her by the hips, urging her to grind against her thighs before pulling her closer so that she could get just a taste of the hardened erection beneath her clothes, “Feel that, sweet fox?”
She hissed through her teeth, even the slightest contact after teasing her body for so long could be enough to come undone. She just couldn’t resist the thought of Tingyun’s stomach round with her pups, imagining herself suckling from her swollen and leaking breasts. A future where the two could always be together.
Tingyun whimpered, arms gently wrapping themselves around Yukong’s neck for support as she pressed their hips flush against each other. She soaked through the front of Yukong’s dress, the heat of Tingyun’s cunt warm on her skin despite the cloth that separated them.
Yukong’s hands trailed up Tingyun’s sides before resting on her breasts, softly holding them in her hands as her eyes fell shut. It would be better if they were home, comfortably sunken into her plush sofa, wrapped up in warm blankets as the fire flicked in front of them.
Free from prying eyes Yukong could bury her cock in the warmth that teased her, purposefully drawing out every cry and moan until her back shivered with pleasure. Her heavy breasts would be held by Tingyun, the fox’s sharp tongue soft around her nipple. All of the stress would simply melt from her body, and she’d finally give herself permission to-
Yukong was brought back to reality at the feeling of Tingyun cumming across her lap, the fox trembling and moaning in her arms. She exhaled through her nose; she’d almost let her fantasies get the better of her.
“Madam…” Tingyun’s whole body tingled, electricity stimulating her core as she felt Yukong’s body pressed against her, but she was still dressed. She craved more, desperate to feel her skin, to know her more intimately. Yet she was always denied, left with a need that twisted in the pit of her stomach.
“Please…” Tingyun’s soiled cunt hardly found friction anymore from the soaked fabric, desperately grinding down only to be met with an aching emptiness.
“Are you still not satisfied?” Yukong reached around to stroke Tingyun’s tail, relishing in the soft fur before yanking it.
Tingyun’s moans melted into whimpers as Yukong’s other hand scratched gently behind her ear, “I’ll only be satisfied when I can finally touch you.”
The couple fell silent save for their heavy breath in the air, looking at each other with somber expressions until Tingyun kissed her, “Please Madam; you don’t have to be afraid.”
The tension that had been winding itself inside of Yukong’s stomach seemed to come to a halt as she let out a sigh, gently pushing Tingyun further back on her lap. She took a deep breath, eyes exploring Tingyun’s tender gaze. For many moons Yukong knew that if she crossed that line that there would be no going back. She could no longer conceal her heart if she put herself on display for the young fox, and so she always chose to hide away lest her heart be shattered again.
She’d seen so much pain, so much tragedy, and yet when she looked in Tingyun’s eyes all she could see was hope. Perhaps it scared her, feeling hope again, but in her heart she knew those she’d loved and lost would not want to see her suffering as she has been. So, she reached out her hand.
“Tingyun…” She shook her head, looking away for a moment before sighing, “There’s no need for such formalities anymore. Please, you may call me Yukong.”
“But,” Her voice grew sharp for just a moment, “Only in the privacy of our company; understand?”
“Yukong…” The name was soft on her lips, more like a whisper, a quiet promise as tears threatened to fall down her cheeks upon uttering it.
“Don’t cry, little fox,” Yukong breathed, unable to take her eyes off of the lips that spoke her name, heart threatening to burst from her chest, “Why don’t you get up for me.”
She watched as Tingyun got up onto shaky feet and then slowly got out of the chair herself, a soft flush crossing her cheeks. It had been so long since she’d been fully intimate with anybody, and she was painfully aware of every agonizing second as she slowly undressed. Tension and discomfort were quick to fill her body once again, but it all dispelled the moment Tingyun gingerly took her hand.
Tingyun smiled, eyes following the curves of Yukong’s body, “You’re every bit as beautiful as I imagined.” She was so gentle, a total contrast to her sly and cunning personality. Reaching forward she let her hands rest on the dip of Yukong’s hips, slowly sliding up her sides before cupping her breasts. She hummed, a playful giggle leaving her weary lips as she took her time exploring what had been forbidden to her for so long.
“Forgive me if this is not what you expected,” Yukong took a deep breath, suddenly sheepish as she averted her gaze. Her skin was worn, and her breasts sagged a little with age, features she normally paid no mind but now had her mind overcome with anxiety.
“Sit back down,” Tingyun placed a tender kiss on her cheek, “Everything is perfect; you’re perfect.” Yukong shuddered under her touch before slowly lowering herself back into the chair. For months they’d spent many evenings entangled in each other’s limbs. It was passionate and desperate, and yet only now did it truly feel intimate, a soft blush creeping up into Yukong’s cheeks.
She pursed her lips; every nerve of her body was on fire, and she was so close moments before. Yet she knew she had no right to beg; not after how often she tortured Tingyun. She just hoped the fox would show her a little mercy in exchange for her vulnerability.
“It’s my turn to take care of you,” Tingyun muttered, pushing the hair from her face before getting down onto her knees and settling between Yukong’s thighs. She pulled them apart, thumbs brushing against the stretch marks as she stored each curve and line deep in her memory, and once she was sated she parted her lips.
“Tingyun…” Yukong couldn’t look at her, covering her face the second Tingyun’s warm tongue wrapped around the head of her cock as she lapped up the precum that had been teasing from its tip since this all began.
“Hush,” She breathed against her skin before directing her lips elsewhere, sinking her fangs into her inner thigh. She smiled as Yukong twitched beneath her, humming at the sound of Yukong’s sharp inhale. Finally it was her turn to toy with the high and mighty Helm Master.
“You are perfect,” She repeated, massaging her thumbs into Yukong’s thighs, “So relax.” She lowered her face, breath teasing the head of Yukong’s cock before surrounding it in the warmth of her lips.
“Tingyun, I-” But before she could finish Tingyun took the entirety of her length further down into her throat, stopping her words and replacing them with haggard breaths as her eyes fell closed. Her fingers interlocked with Tingyun’s hair, gripping it, and pulling her closer as she groaned, thighs collapsing around Tingyun’s head and locking her into place.
Her entire body tingled, numb with electricity that engulfed her entire being. For months she’d been craving this, dreaming about this, imagining the fox’s sly lips silenced by her cock. Unable to make any witty remarks she’d have to beg with her tongue, tamed by the Madam she so loved to tease.
Every night Yukong brought herself to climax it was to the thought of Tingyun’s warmth, her body, her smile against her skin. Memories of their impassioned encounters played through her mind, and echoes of Tingyun’s voice edged her closer.
Now she didn’t have to imagine because as Tingyun moaned around her cock it snapped her to reality, gasping as her muscles wound themselves up in a familiar, suffocating way. She tried to catch her breath, but all she could inhale were the pheromones that drove her hips upwards, bucking against Tingyun’s throat.
“Such a pretty girl…” She muttered as she ran her fingers through the fur of her ears.
“Aren’t you such a good fox?” Her breathing hitched, palm firmly on top of Tingyun’s head as she felt her hips buck again, thighs trembling as she groaned.
Every instance before now she’d deny herself, but this time she let the heat overtake her, rising into her belly and exploding in erratic jerks. Hot cum trickled down Tingyun’s throat as she came, and her body started to relax. She loosened her grip, panting and watching as Tingyun slowly pulled her head back, lips wet but still smiling as she returned her gaze. Somehow her eyes shined even brighter.
“And you said I was desperate,” Tingyun’s laugh was labored as she caught her breath and got to her feet, “I could hardly breathe from how tightly you held me there; I thought you’d never let me go.”
“With how beautiful you are, can you blame me?” Yukong took a hard swallow; she was still fully erect, and her need was hardly satisfied. While she wasn’t due for a rut; it wouldn’t be surprising if Tingyun was finally catching up to her.
“Such a wicked Madam,” Tingyun pouted before crawling back into her lap, the warm wetness of her cunt making Yukong’s body tremble, “Keeping this from me all this time.”
“You are wise enough, Tingyun. I hope you would understand why I should not go around knocking up my subordinates,” She pulled her closer, kissing her cheek before stealing a taste from her lips.
“Then let me mark you,” The cheeky fox hummed, brushing away Yukong’s hair before letting her fingers graze the side of her neck, “Show everyone that I claimed you before you ever claimed me.”
She chuckled, ghosting her lips over the spot she yearned to bury her teeth into, “You call me a pup, but I am no child, Yukong. I could have the entire Xianzhou Luofu wrapped around my finger if I so desired; I can handle this.”
“I have no doubt; you are far braver than I am.” Yukong sighed, eyes closing for a moment as she contemplated her proposal. The thought made her heart flutter but also drew embarrassment to her cheeks. A public declaration such as that was no trivial matter, and the last time she entertained the thought was before her daughter was born.
Everyone in the Palace of Astrum would see, but now was no time to worry about others. She’d already given herself over to Tingyun; it was all but official.
“Yukong…” Tingyun kissed her skin, looking up for the permission that hung from the tip of Yukong’s tongue.
Sighing, Yukong reached for Tingyun’s tail, petting it as she spoke, “I have belonged to you since the moment the stars first willed us together; of course you may, sweet fox.”
Every inch of Tingyun’s body was made up of constellations but especially when she smiled. For as long as she could remember Yukong was drawn to the sky, and seeing Tingyun’s eyes light up in that moment filled her with the nostalgia for something bigger than herself.
So she relaxed against the other’s touch, taking a gentle breath as Tingyun lapped at the spot where Yukong’s neck met her shoulder, covering it in kisses before going in with her fangs. The air was so hot between them, humid and overwhelming with their scents. So when Tingyun pulled back her eyes were hazy, lidded and searching for something deeper, a connection that went beyond anything they’d ever done.
Surprising to both of them, something primal awakened in Yukong as Tingyun withdrew her fangs. She grabbed her by the hips, hoisting her up before unceremoniously dumping her on the table. Her eyes stalked the edges of Tingyun’s body, flashing her fangs in a hungry grin. This was the meal she’d been craving, and now it was right in front of her to be taken.
“My,” Tingyun huffed, ass sore from being tossed onto the table with little regard for her comfort, “I didn’t take you for such a brute. Here I was expecting you to remain an honorable woman.”
She giggled, staring deep into Yukong’s frantic eyes, “Is this really how you’re going to treat a lady? Hmph! You ought to make it up to me.”
“And whatever do you suppose I do to rectify my poor manners?” Yukong growled, lifting Tingyun’s thighs and pushing them back towards her head. The sight of Tingyun’s aching cunt had her licking her lips, its scent tugging at the base of Yukong’s cock. She wouldn’t have control over herself for much longer; if she even had any to begin with.
Tingyun sighed, slowly trailing her fingers down the length of her abdomen before resting at her belly once more. There her nails ran delicate circles around the soft of her stomach before practically purring.
“You know what it is that I want, Madam,” Her voice was a gentle song before falling into a firm command.
“Breed me.”
She rested her arms above her head and looked at Yukong with that same wicked grin she flashed when she was about to get exactly what she wanted, “Fill my stomach; or was that just an empty threat? If you’re so experienced, show me.”
Yukong’s nails dug into Tingyun’s thighs, her voice lower and huskier, “If that is what I must do to atone for my offending you, then I suppose that is what I will have to do.” There was joy in her eyes, a hint of playfulness as she gave into Tingyun’s games.
“Well what kind of a lady would I be if I made you feel as though you had to?” Tingyun hummed, stringing her words carefully as to come out the victor of this little charade, “What is it that you want, Yukong? Tell me, and I might consider it a proper apology.”
Yukong grit her teeth; her body couldn’t take this stalling any longer. She wasted no more time pressing the head of her cock between Tingyun’s thighs, laughing as the fox bucked her hips instinctively.
“So impatient for a cheeky brat,” She tutted, rubbing it against the overwhelming wetness that continuously poured from her gaping pussy, so red and raw yet still begging to be touched, “But you’ll get what it is you’ve been begging for. You want to know what it is that I want, Miss Tingyun?”
“I want to test your limits, bury myself inside of you and feel you stretch around me,” Each breath was shaky as she teased herself between Tingyun’s lips, “Silence that wicked tongue of yours with pleasure until the only word you know is my name.”
She watched Tingyun shudder beneath her, “And when you think there’s no room left I’ll fill your womb, rutting inside of you until you see the stars.”
Tingyun stared at Yukong with those wide eyes as she whined, the fire in her core coming to life at her words, “And here you thought you had the right to act self-righteous. Seems you’re just as much a filthy animal as I am; you’re practically falling apart.”
It was true; a burning ache pulled at Yukong’s core and piloted her body. It took all of her will to attempt to draw this out, to savor every second of their first time together in this manner. Yet no matter how much she wanted to deny her instinct, she was still mortal, and all mortals are bound to their physical needs.
“It’s all because of you, little fox,” She breathed, lining herself up before shoving her hips forward. As much as she’d love to toy with this back and forth further, her body wouldn’t allow her to stall any longer. In one swift push her hips connected with Tingyun’s, and she found herself submerged in heat.
She smiled, reaching forward to grope Tingyun’s breast and take in the provocative sounds their bodies were capable of making. The fox was more than accommodating, her body practically begging to be filled as it stretched itself wide with arousal. Each wet thrust echoed in their ears, sloppy, disorganized, and spilling out between them.
“Yukong!” Tingyun’s eyes fell shut, nails digging into her stomach as a taste of relief finally hit her belly. The feeling of Yukong deep inside of her was hotter than the heat that took residence in her body, burning through her core and leaving behind a pleasant tingle that had her feeling like another climax was already right on the edge.
Yukong wasn’t in much better shape herself; as much as she wanted to draw out every whimper and cry, feel every inch, bury herself in Tingyun long enough to make up for the many months she’d missed out on, her body felt weak. Every breath was labored, every thrust was shaky. Her body threatened to collapse in on itself as she leaned down, wrapping her tongue around Tingyun’s breast before taking it into her mouth.
“Yukong…” Her name was honey on her tongue, sweet and stuck to each of the cries that rang out from trembling lips. She rested her hand on the back of Yukong’s head, slowly stroking her hair though her hands were far from stable. Both of their bodies were spent, shaking and unsteady in their every movement.
Yukong could only hum, suckling down on the perky nipple as her hips drove themselves into Tingyun’s whether she willed them to or not. Her stomach was so hot, muscles twisting and winding themselves up. The scent was intoxicating, her cries and the wet, echoing thrusts making her mind spin. She could feel Tingyun’s body infecting her, stirring up a rut that threatened to take them both by surprise. She figured they wouldn’t have long before her body was too far gone.
“Madam, I’m-” Before she could finish her grip tightened on Yukong’s hair, pulling on it as she let out a whiny, staggered moan. White hot pleasure burned through her body as her muscles clenched around Yukong with another orgasm, but there was no time to recover.
Yukong was completely lost to the rhythm, her blood hot with lust as she drilled into Tingyun, threatening to bruise both of their hips in the process. She unlatched from Tingyun’s chest, looking at her with a lazy smile. The sweet fox beneath her was a mess, ponytail all askew, spit dribbling down her chin, and her face bright red. Yet she still looked as beautiful as ever.
“I’m so happy, Yukong,” She breathed, arms barely having the strength to reach up and touch the side of her face, “I’ve loved you for so long…”
She laughed, head falling to the side as her hips went numb with pleasure, “But… I know you’re dying to let it all out; you don’t have to hold back. Trust me, I won’t be letting go of you anytime soon. Not when I finally have you in my arms.”
“Sweet fox-” Were all the words Yukong could get out before her body gave in, hips driving themselves into Tingyun one more time. She groaned, biting down on her lip as warm static flooded her body before filling Tingyun’s, warm and sticky. As the tingling faded from her abdomen she fell limp against her, panting and high on adrenaline.
“Mm,” Tingyun hummed before wrapping her arms around Yukong’s waist, “Now didn’t that feel so good? So much better than keeping it all inside, and since I am feeling so kind I suppose I can offer you my body the next time you need a little relief, hm?”
“I will consider the offer,” Yukong rolled her eyes. She wanted nothing more than to lay there, naked bodies held together by the warmth between them, but despite her newly released inhibitions she unfortunately still held at least a shred of responsibility.
She sighed, slowly pushing herself up, “But for now we must at least try to rid ourselves of this mess. Afterwards, we can retreat to my home for the night.”
There was a beat of hesitation, “If you would like to join me of course.”
Tingyun continued to lay there, watching with a gentle smile as Yukong got herself to her feet, “Personally invited to spend a night in the Helm Master’s bed? How could I deny such an exclusive offer?”
“Well then you better get to it and help me clean,” She squinted, “Or else I’ll have no choice but to lock you out again.”
Tingyun pouted, making large, exaggerated movements as she rolled herself off of the table, “Still as cold as ever I see.”
“Your skin is burning up,” Yukong’s eyes crinkled as she smiled, tossing Tingyun’s discarded clothes in her direction, “I think we could both use a bit of ice.”
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Hiding the evidence was no simple task especially with Tingyun stopping to make teasing remarks or groping Yukong while she attempted to get things done, but eventually the room was almost in the state they’d left it. There was little they could do about the smell as much as that mortified Yukong, but they’d have to hope that leaving the windows open would air it out by morning or at least by the next time the conference room was used.
As for their clothes, there was nothing they could do for the staining. It would be dark by the time they left the palace; so Yukong hoped they could go undetected on the walk home. If for some reason they were questioned, she had faith in Tingyun to spin some sort of wild story. It wasn’t the best plan, but it was a plan.
Though she knew that their little rendezvous could not be kept secret for very long; at the very least she didn’t need people knowing it happened within palace walls. The bite mark on Yukong’s neck only grew more prominent as time went on, and so it was only a matter of time before everyone knew about what went on between the two foxes. The thought was terrifying, but it also filled Yukong with a sense of relief.
However, even though they stopped to clear out the conference room, that uncomfortable heat still tugged at Yukong’s cock, and no matter the time that passed she was still firmly erect under her dress. As much as she hoped it would wait, it seemed like her rut was finally settling in.
She cursed under her breath; this was the very reason she could never stick around Tingyun too long during one of her heats. Sooner or later the hormones would catch up to her, but at least this time she wouldn’t have to face it alone.
Tingyun clung to her side as they walked back through the palace; anyone that was working there would have already gone home, “I like this side of you, Yukong.”
She hummed, pressing her head against the other’s side, “The side that isn’t afraid to take action.”
Yukong simply rolled her eyes, pursing her lips as they entered the main hall where she first saw Tingyun that evening, “Have I ever shown any other side, or have you forgotten my position? I have always had to take action in order to ensure that things run smoothly around here.”
“You know what I mean,” Tingyun’s hands were always wandering, one finding itself flat against Yukong’s ass, “Abandoning all those stuffy rules and doing what you want for a change. Life is so much more fun that way; don’t you think?
“Oh hush, you’re just happy that you got what you wanted,” However, Tingyun’s words sparked a horrible yet tantalizing idea in her mind. Abandoning rules… Doing what you want… If there was one thing Yukong wanted the second she saw Tingyun up at her desk it was to take her right then and there in the middle of the palace. Of course that was a ridiculous thought, but now that they were alone…
“I always get-” Tingyun’s words were cut off with a yelp as Yukong stopped in her tracks to pull up Tingyun’s skirt exposing her once again.
“You know,” Yukong drew out her words, looking between Tingyun’s startled face and the slick that still dripped down her thighs even after being cleaned up moments before, “Maybe you do have a point, little fox. You see it would be in our best interest to get home as quickly as possible, and yet…”
Her blood ran hot as it pumped through her veins, adrenaline clouding judgement as she let out a low, almost a bit sinister kind of laugh, “Sitting at my desk in such a state with not even the courtesy to wear any sort of undergarments? Disrespect like that cannot simply be ignored. What I really want is to see you punished.”
Chills went up Tingyun’s spine, her voice quiet yet still playful, “I suppose it is my turn to beg for forgiveness then?”
“My desk. Now.” Yukong let Tingyun’s skirt fall, her heart beating itself against her ribcage. She’d never dream of doing something so bold somewhere so public, and yet her body’s instincts were too much to ignore.
Tingyun stared for a second, blinking back disbelief before doing as she was told, tail tucked between her legs. Her heartbeat too was out of control, except it beat deep inside of her cunt, arousal reawakening her body from being spoken to in such a manner.
“I want you to be a good, little fox and bend over for me,” Now this was a completely different side of Yukong, commanding and almost a little cruel, “I want to ensure those pretty eyes of yours have a nice view while I split open your womb.”
“Y-yes, Madam,” Tingyun’s voice squeaked; she was unprepared. No comebacks, no teasing, just simple compliance as she bent herself over Yukong’s desk and looked out at the rest of the palace, ears hanging low and hugging her head.
“Now I want you to close your eyes,” Yukong stepped behind her, lifting Tingyun’s skirt over her hips, “Remember who all you saw today, the faces of the people who sat and worked in earnest while you soiled my chair. Hardworking people completely oblivious to the fact you were intending to bed their boss right under their noses.”
“As if they don’t already know-”
“Hush,” Yukong breathed, bringing her palm against Tingyun’s exposed ass before massaging the mark her hand left. Beneath her Tingyun could only whine, biting back the sparks of pleasure that flooded her body.
Yukong groaned while freeing her cock, resting it against Tingyun’s ass as her entire body shuddered. It had been so long since she had another to help relieve the achiness of her ruts. For years she’d lock herself in her room, trying her best to ignore the feelings before finally giving in to each empty and unsatisfying orgasm.
But now she refused to hold back.
“Filthy,” She pulled Tingyun apart with her thumbs, watching her drip onto the pristine palace floors before rubbing herself between her folds, hissing at the contact. Every nerve in her body was acutely aware of the sensations rolling through her body, tsunami waves that threatened to crash onto the shore and destroy everything in their path.
Tingyun could only tremble, whimpering as Yukong toyed with her. This was the desk where Yukong spent most of her days, looking over paperwork and speaking with officials. It was the most respected position in all of the Palace of Astrum, and now it was sullied by their desperation, a moment kept secret between just the two of them. She couldn’t help but smile even if she barely had the strength to upturn her lips.
“The humiliation I felt seeing you front and center where any foxian could pick up on the scent of your depravity, “She was slower this time, teasing Tingyun’s walls by slowly pressing herself against her before withdrawing completely, “So the only proper punishment is for you to be humiliated in return.”
“And what about you, Madam? Is it not embarrassing to lose yourself to your rut in the very place you conduct business?” The thrill of this encounter brought the life back to Tingyun’s face, the initial shock wearing off and allowing her to spin Yukong around her finger.
She thrust hard, gripping Tingyun’s ponytail and yanking her head backwards to silence her silver tongue, “This is no way to beg for my forgiveness.”
Tingyun moaned, needing a moment to find her words before panting, “Then I guess you have no choice but to bring me to my knees.”
The challenge was laid down, and Yukong was more than willing to give in to it. She set a brutal pace, using all of her strength to thrust deep inside of Tingyun, pressing against every raw and sensitive place she could reach.
With her hands she reached up Tingyun’s shirt, claws scratching down her sides before gripping her hips to keep her firmly in place. Tingyun was lost to the pleasure, mouth hanging open and drooling onto the desk that Yukong worked so hard to keep spotless. Even if she wanted to speak she couldn’t, moans replacing any thoughts in her now empty head.
Yukong knew exactly what it would take to make the fox fold. Rough hands on her ass but gentle scratches behind her ears. Stroking her tail just to pull on it even harder. You never knew what would come next, the ferocity of the Helm Master, or the nurturing of Yukong, and it had Tingyun right on the edge.
“Be a good fox for me now,” Yukong mused, softly petting her tail, “Cum for me, and maybe I’ll forgive you. Cum for the entire Palace of Astrum.”
As if on command Tingyun’s body gave out, thighs shaking and threatening to collapse in on themselves as she cried. It took the table to keep herself upright, panting heavily and fogging up the surface as she gushed around Yukong, her mess spreading across the floor.
“Good…” Yukong cooed, slowly pulling out and letting even more of the slick drip out onto the marble floor.
“Yukong… I…” Tingyun sputtered, hardly able to form any coherent sentences.
Yukong only laughed, seating herself in her chair before beckoning for the other, “It’s okay. Come here now, sweet fox; I think you’ve earned a reward.”
Tingyun was wobbly, her expression pathetic as she turned to face Yukong, but the Helm Master just patted her lap, gesturing for Tingyun to sit.
“Is this really okay?” Tingyun breathed as she stepped forward, Yukong helping to position her back onto her length, the small fox letting out a shaky breath as it found its home inside of her ever sensitive body once again.
In all of her heats Yukong helped her with, they’d never gone for this long. Tingyun usually had to go home frustrated, fucking herself on anything she could find hoping it would satisfy her in the same way as Yukong’s warmth, but now her body was absolutely exhausted. For once, she felt positively satisfied. There was nothing more she could ask for.
“Is what okay, dear?” Yukong tried to fix Tingyun’s hair, but there was no making neat what was already so wild. So she simply let her ponytail down, brushing through her hair with her fingers as it fell down her back.
For once the confidence seemed to leave Tingyun’s voice as she looked to the side with reddening cheeks, “Well, you’ll… you know… here.”
“I see; even Miss Tingyun has an ounce of shame,” She chuckled, taking Tingyun under her chin and pulling her head to face her, “I thought you liked it when I took action?”
“Yes, but-”
“So I will have you here, Tingyun, because I am not afraid of people knowing anymore. Not when I see the beauty in your smile and the courage in your eyes.”
She sighed, “Let this be my declaration to you; that I no longer wish to hide.”
Tingyun’s nervous looks melted into that of laughter as she pressed her forehead against Yukong’s, “I mean you could have just taken me on a date or something, no need to be so extreme.”
“Well,” Yukong placed a kiss on her cheek before taking Tingyun by the hips, “It’s a lot more fun this way; don’t you think?”
Tingyun’s sigh was gentle, another wave of energy stirring up her stomach as she started to grind into Yukong, “You really are so cruel…”
Though her words were sharp, her smile was soft, “Throwing responsibility in my face only to abandon any sense of duty. Frankly, Madam, my spirit is wounded.”
She sighed, leaning forward to lick at the spot where her mark stayed, “However will you make it up to me this time?”
Yukong rolled her eyes, tightening her grip on Tingyun before bucking into her from beneath, “Hmph, suppose I’ll just have to fill you over and over to make up for lost time, stuff you until you spill out around me ten times over. Then will my cruelty be forgiven?”
Tingyun moaned into Yukong’s neck, struggling for a moment before breathing, “I will… consider it.”
Yukong buried her nails in Tingyun’s soft flesh, her own climax already so close, “Then let’s not waste time, little fox.”
Tingyun pulled away from her neck, looking into Yukong’s eyes for a moment before going in for a kiss. Tender, soft, both of them far too tired with heavy breath hanging between them. Yet Tingyun still yearned for a taste, to be as enveloped by Yukong as her body would allow, tails wrapping around each other as Yukong pulled her apart from the inside.
“Tingyun…” Yukong’s voice was gentle, a quiet whisper as she reached up to pet Tingyun’s hair, “Are you sure you can take it?” She could feel the base of her cock already beginning to swell, the tension starting to spread.
As she played with the other’s hair Tingyun just nodded, a weak but eager gesture as she continued to move her hips, desperate to have every inch of her filled by Yukong. No matter how exhausted her body got, there was still a deep, innate need that only Yukong could fulfill.
“Give me every part of you, Yukong,” She sighed, “Let me take care of you.”
“Sweet girl,” Yukong kissed her cheek, neither stopping nor slowing down. She just held Tingyun tightly, making sure she was comfortable as the tension wound itself up in her stomach. Her mind was lost to pleasure, her most basic instincts telling her to hold Tingyun close and keep her safe as they ground their hips together.
Tingyun whimpered as the other swelled, but she buried her face in Yukong’s shoulder and bit at her skin, trying not to cry out as she grew accustomed to the strange sensation. The tension in her belly was warm, a pleasant throb that had her rocking her hips even still.
“Good fox,” Yukong groaned, feeling Tingyun’s body accommodate the knot that grew inside of her, “You’re doing so well.” Her body trembled, petting and praising Tingyun as she came inside of her, flooding her with even more than before until the fox felt as though her insides would explode.
Tingyun bit harder, crying out against Yukong’s skin, and when she came again it was mind-numbing, tongue tied in a series of whimpers and moans as her hands gripped tightly on Yukong’s dress, tears pricking at her eyes. The knot was unlike anything she’d ever felt, overwhelming but also warm and exciting.
Yukong’s entire body relaxed beneath her, years of tension finally melting away from her weary muscles, and when she looked up at Tingyun all she could do was smile.
Tingyun brushed a hand over her stomach, panting as she looked up at Yukong, “I think you just might have gone insane.”
“What?” Yukong laughed, wrapping her arms around Tingyun and pulling her into a warm embrace, “Was this not everything you dreamed of, little fox?”
Tingyun laid against her, giggling and closing her eyes as she felt their hearts beat together, “Senile old fox, knotting me in the most public place in the entire Palace of Astrum. I always imagined this moment, but I just assumed it would be somewhere a little more private.”
“Well,” Yukong huffed, giving her a pat on the ass before relaxing into her chair and closing her eyes as well, “Next time I would expect you to wait in my bed and not at my desk while I am still working.”
She sighed, massaging the small of Tingyun’s back, “But how does it feel?”
Tingyun wiggled her hips a little, whimpering at the dull throb that still persisted, “Warm.”
She yawned, “I could carry it inside of me forever.”
“Well let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Though Yukong felt the same, warm and comforted, tucked inside of someone she loved; it was the most relaxed she’s felt in ages, “Though I think we should both take a little time off of work until this is all sorted out.”
She waited for a response, but there was no answer. It seemed that after all of this she really had exhausted the poor thing.
“Hm?” Yukong looked down at her, a gentle smirk on her face, “Seems the pup has finally been tuckered out.”
She just shook her head, smiling as she rubbed circles into Tingyun’s back, “Well alright then, little fox, rest well.”
She knew that she should probably get some rest herself, conserve her energy for the time together that would follow, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to let go of this image. Sitting there with Tingyun sleeping peacefully in her lap, massaging her tired body and keeping her comfortable as she recovered. The feeling of a piece of her being fully enveloped by her lover knowing that deep inside of her was the chance for new life created from this embrace. It was a moment she wanted to hold onto forever.
It was the moment her life started over as she hummed, “I love you, Tingyun.”