Hello y'all!
This OS is the first of a series of hotter ones I'll write during the "Nuits du FoF". The series won't be updated as often as "Amestrian Chronicles" but will put other ships than Royai (faves) under the spotlight.
I'll begin with Lingfan and the theme "Pelote" = "Paw", "groping" (it's harder to translate). I love that couple because their dynamic is close to Royai but they don't live the same things, and their past is completely different. Of course, here they're older than in the manga.
Rating M (to be sure)
Characters: Ling Yao, Lanfan
Relationship: Ling/Lanfan
Genre: Romance
Enjoy!
Lanfan opened her eyes. Something was wrong. She wasn't alone in the room. And the other person was close. Very close.
Close to the point they had put an arm around her waist and their head on her shoulder as they slept.
Lanfan turned, already knowing who had sneaked in her bed during the night. It had often happened when they were kids, but since he was Emperor, Ling had gotten used to visiting her like this. Smiling, she gazed at his sound-sleeping form, his long black hair – Lanfan would swear it was longer than hers – spread on the pillow and the mattress. His lips were stretched into a happy smile, and Lanfan wondered what her Emperor was dreaming about.
Her answer came quickly when Ling's hands moved to touch her chest and massage it, first gently, then with more intensity.
Lanfan blushed. She wasn't expecting such advances from him, despite all the things they'd already lived together. It was the first time in four years he was so audacious inside the palace walls. Usually they took the excuse of an official visit in the countryside to lay down their masks of the Emperor of Xing and his bodyguard. They enjoyed that time far away from the court intrigues and age-old traditions Ling found outdated and constraining, as much for him than for the daughters of the clans' chiefs. Since his coronation he was working toward many changes to modernize his country, but he faced the opposition of some groups extremely attached to the traditions and expired laws.
Lanfan's tunic was thin, and soon the nerves of her breast were burning under the caresses and massages of Ling's hands. She'd to react, even if it was agreeable.
"Your majesty, I'm your bodyguard, but if you don't stop pawing me, you'll be the one who'll be changed into a pincushion. I've got pointy tools with me." Her voice was still low, but the threat was real.
Ling must have sensed it, since he opened his eyes, giving her a sheepish smile that confirmed her doubts.
"You weren't sleeping, were you?"
"Can't we keep going? I know you love that, Lanfan."
He'd avoided her question like an ace, offering something he knew she liked. Lanfan didn't feel able to hide this from him. She could refuse, but she wouldn't stop thinking about it until she proposed herself to end this tentation game.
She brushed some of his hair behind his ear. "Alright then," she whispered. "It's not dawn yet, so nobody will disturb us. Except if someone finds out you're not in your bed and comes here to tell me."
Ling repressed a laugh that lit his eyes. He sat and rolled Lanfan on her back, towering her gently. Then he kissed her, and Lanfan felt hungry again. She replied to his kiss, and her lips parted when Ling asked for the access. His caresses were burning her everywhere he touched her, and soon Lanfan's nerves were a wrecking ball under her lover's agile fingers.
"Ling, you must take the matter in your hands, because I don't intend to finish my night frustrated because of all the things you're making me feel."
Those were her last coherent words before she came down from the delicious bliss where her lover sent her several times during the next hour.
Once satiated and satisfied, they laid next to the other in that bed she often found empty and cold, and Lanfan nestled in Ling's arms, ready to slip into sleep. Ling's question woke her up.
"When I'll have changed that damned harem tradition, will you marry me? Will you become my Empress?"
Lanfan had no word, she was too affected to find them anyway. Many questions were turning in her head. Would she be able to be in that position? Was she ready to go to the other side of the court intrigues? Would she be seen as worthy to marry Ling?
"You don't need to answer me right now," Ling said as he tenderly caressed her cheek. "I want you to know one thing: for an unconventional Emperor like me I can see only an unconventional Empress by my side. And you, Lanfan, are unconventional."
Relief overwhelmed Lanfan, and she smiled before she gave him a gentle kiss. "In that case you must work hard so the tradition can be abolished, but you must also give these girls another meaning to their life, since they will have to stop hoping to go to the imperial court."
"This will be done, I promise. But for the time being, I intend to paw you many times again, even if you threaten to change me into a porcupine."
"A pincushion," Lanfan whispered.
Her eyes were closing on their own will, and Ling's warm breath was lulling her. Soon after she was drifting into sleep for what little time the night would give them.
