A/N: Ironically when Yunli was announced she didn't really catch my eye all that much, which was a shame because I was in dire need of a Physical DPS, but a single piece of artwork has instantly changed my view on her and her pairing with Yanqing is just so perfect. So much so this will have a second chapter (mostly just a little bit extra smut).
Also note that since at the time of writing there's very little known about the Zhuming and whatnot, I had to fill in the blanks myself, so this will probably be rendered inaccurate once 2.3-2.4 rolls around. Nonetheless, smut is smut~
That said, do enjoy
You Like Swords, Right?
Chapter 1: Arrival
''Did I really have to come, General? I'd much rather spend the week back on the Luofu honing my swordsmanship.''
''Haha, that's exactly why I dragged you along Yanqing; you should learn to socialise more, especially with people your own age. There'll be quite a few at the Wardance after all – maybe even a few that will take your fancy.''
Yanqing huffed and looked away from Jing Yuan, ignoring both the man's chuckle and his own blush. Around them a plethora of Cloud Knights marched forth, the repetitive thump of their boots a song in its own right – a greeting to the warriors of the Zhuming who had graciously hosted their brothers-in-arms. Likewise an entourage of Zhuming Cloud Knights marched to meet them, a ceremonial bow shared between the two platoons before they made way for their leaders, as per customs dictated.
Though Yanqing could appreciate the order of his troops, even feel pride in them... it was also terribly boring. The flight from the Luofu to the Zhuming had been drab and now that they were here not only was it going to be a ton of formalities and politics, but he would also be expected to be on his best behaviour given his status as Lieutenant. He had no qualms with that, he would never disrespect the position he'd worked so hard to attain... but at the same time he'd much rather do something productive like training, or hell even just commanding his troops. Politics, unlike them, just seemed so pointless beyond the bare necessities.
'Maybe that's what the General is trying to convey?' Yanqing mused internally as he followed behind the General. 'That politics is just as important as war itself...? It'd make sense, politics is what helps avoid war in the first place, but does it really have to be so over-the-top...?'
He wouldn't get any answers in the privacy of his mind, alas, and he knew better than to ask such biting questions when they were aboard another Alliance ship – they could wait until they got back to the Luofu. In about a week. He almost groaned at the thought.
''You know,'' Jing Yuan's words caught his attention, especially with how they were murmured for only him to hear, ''Yunli is going to be at the welcoming part tonight. Perhaps you should get to know her better, I'm sure you'd find each other interesting.''
The gentle tease made Yanqing's cheeks burn and he scowled. ''I-I'm not interested in her.''
''Fufu, come now, no need to lie. Besides even if you don't view her that way, she's lived under the shadow of her grandfather all her life. Out of everyone on this ship, she perhaps knows your woes the best.'' Jing Yuan noted and, despite his misgivings about the idea, Yanqing didn't shoot the idea down – settling for a grumble instead. He still didn't like the idea.
Not least because he didn't know how to talk to people his own age. Adults were easy, especially since he was in a position of authority – he ordered, read reports, listened to those wiser and made decisions he thought best. If someone had a problem with it they could talk it out, and if someone thought they could beat him in a fight he'd prove them wrong, simple as that. But with people his own age who he couldn't command nor simply beat up in a fight... what the hell was he supposed to say?
Sighing to himself Yanqing set his shoulders back and followed behind Jing Yuan all the same, carefully keeping his expression professional stoic as they neared the delegation. A delegation numbering in the dozen.
'This is going to take a long time, isn't it...?'
X-x-X
It did, in fact, take a long time.
Nearly a full hour to be precise. Had they not been in such esteemed company Yanqing would be stomping on the General's foot and hissing at him to get moving but he kept his temper in check, opting instead to be quiet and answer any questions that came his way and nothing more. The delegation, mercifully, didn't ask him a whole lot and were mostly older people – heads of the various factions alongside the likes of General Huaiyan.
Once the formalities and catching-up was gone though they were allowed to go to their hotel – an elaborate building not far from where the ceremonial part of the Wardance would be held. Even from his quaint window Yanqing could see it; the grand amphitheatre-like building with rows and rows of pillows for people to sit upon, the last of the decorations being put up by civilians in flaming-red robes or with actresses doing performances to practice – often involving a lot of fire.
Fire itself was one of the main themes of the Zhuming, so it wasn't surprising. In contrast to the Xianzhou Luofu with its white-green aesthetic, the Zhuming was much more colourful. Many buildings held a theme of white and shades of red – streaks of crimson dashing across porcelain-white walls in tasteful brushstrokes – whilst others were a myriad of colours like someone had just thrown paint upon the wall. It was an expression of art in its purest form and, even with his limited taste for such artsy décor, he could appreciate the honest soul put into each and every building. Nothing was plain, nothing was boring, everything was popping with colour and life.
Entertainers could be seen on every street corner too, most for the influx of visitors from the Alliance ships. Sword-swallowers, fire-breathers, tricksters and magicians; there was a whole range of crafts on displays, most only for a few coins as thanks. It was about the expression of art rather than the profit, and according to one of the guards many of the performers were also going to be in the Wardance.
It was an intriguing thought.
One that, alas, had to wait as the big even of the first night came... the welcoming party.
It was a grand room hosting them all; numerous tables and seating spread around the room with waiters coming and going as requested, delivering drinks or light food for the guests to feast upon. Members from all seven ships were present, including several Arbiter-Generals, albeit not all – having them gather in one place was just asking for their enemies to strike. Amongst the various delegations though he could spy very few close to him in age... none, save Yunli.
She was by the far wall of the room, the wall a jade green and painted as if the wall had scales, representing the Luofu in the form of a dragon – contrasting other walls of the heptagonal room, each face representing another ship. Leaning up against the wall she sipped away at a can of cola with a blank expression, her amber eyes scanning the crowds disinterestedly even as Yanqing subtly shifted closer, his heart in his throat.
Not least because Yunli was pretty. The black bra-like top she wore was barely covered by a thin strip of white cloth looping around her front, her stomach fully exposed and leading down into a green thigh-length skirt. She looked more like one of the dancers than a powerful swordswoman, but then again with how often the warriors on the Zhuming used fire he guessed it would make sense for them to dress light, especially with how hot it'd get.
'Get a hold of yourself.' Yanqing scolded himself, realising he probably looked pathetic shifting up to her.
Drawing in a breath and hoping nobody was looking Yanqing made his way closer, enough that she finally noticed him and glanced his way – one brow elegantly rising as she looked him over, silently asking what he wanted. Allowing him to deliver his master-stroke.
''You like swords, right?''
...never mind, maybe he should just find a hole to crawl inside of and disappear. The General could find another Lieutenant.
Yunli's expression remained one of skepticism. ''I suppose you could say that. And you are...?''
''Yanqing. Cloud Knight Lieutenant of the Luofu.'' A bit of pride leaked into his voice and, despite his pounding heart, he felt more confident wearing the title like a shield.
''Hn.'' Her disinterested noise though ruined that confidence somewhat. ''I'm guessing the esteemed General required you attend? You don't seem to be that interested in the festivities.''
''...yeah.'' Yanqing admitted with a sigh. ''Politics isn't really my thing, and sitting around all evening just makes me restless.''
''That so?'' She sized him up again. ''I'm also guessing it was the esteemed General that asked you to befriend me.''
He winced. ''Was it that obvious...?''
''Somewhat. My grandfather is often insisting the same whenever another ship's delegation arrives, so I assume the esteemed General would do the same for you. Perhaps it's just a mentor thing.'' Yunli remarked frankly, though not unkindly. ''I'm not one for parties either. Can't wait for the Wardance though, mainly the combat trials. Maybe if I can convince my grandfather I'll get to fight the esteemed General.''
'Fight Jing Yuan? Is she crazy?' Yanqing thought in bewilderment. Even without using the Lightning Lord, Jing Yuan was still leagues above he himself in skill and technique – not to mention physical strength. ''He's pretty strong you know...''
''Obviously or he wouldn't be a General. His strength is why I want to fight him.'' Yunli stated simply. ''There's not many on the Zhuming who can give me a proper fight these days, and those that can are often old and too busy with work to give it their all.''
''We could fight?'' Yanqing said – grasping onto the thin rope of confidence dangled before him. If there was one thing he did know, it was fighting. ''After all, I didn't become the Lieutenant of the Cloud Knights by being weak.''
''Hm... good point. From what my grandfather said of you, you should be a decent opponent.'' Yunli mused interestedly, arms crossing as she fixed him with an almost curious expression.
He would've blushed being looked at like that, had her words not taken centre-stage in his mind. ''Your grandfather knows about me?''
''Of course she does.'' Yunli huffed amusedly. ''Apparently he watched one of your spars years ago. Said you were a, quote, 'strong and determined young man with great potential, and a skilled wielder of the sword'.''
''Aha, well...''
If Yunli cared for his bashfulness she didn't say anything about it. ''I want to see if what she said was true. Follow me.''
''Follow- eh?''
Warmth heated up his cheeks as Yunli slipped her right hand into his left, her palm touching his as she pulled him away from the party – and in a daze Yanqing simply followed.
Dimly realising this was the first time he had held a girl's hand.
X-x-X
The Zhuming, much like the Luofu, was a massive network of streets, tunnels, markets, plazas and everything in-between. Original street layouts were built over or adjacent to, and reconstruction was always ongoing – new sections of land being added to the floating city or being removed for renovations.
As such rather than have a simple street it was a maze of city blocks towering two to five storeys in height. Narrow side streets broke into alleys that led into plazas which moved into numerous other streets – it was dizzying just trying to remember which way they had come, and he didn't doubt for a second that if Yunli abandoned him he'd get lost. He used that as a justification for continuing to hold her hand, even after she had pulled him out of the party.
Their trip through the network of streets soon culminated in leaping onto the rooftops, hopping across the flame-red roof tiles – leading them to their final destination far away from the party. Tucked behind a high masonry wall topped with tile laid a proper sparring ground, the courtyard rectangular in shape and with what looked like a barracks adjoined to it, the balcony overlooking it no doubt meant for instructors to judge their students.
''Hey, you sure this place is fine...?'' Yanqing cautiously said as she let go of his hand.
He was starting to miss the sensation already.
Yunli hummed as she removed her sandals and walked bare-footed across the training ground, apparently unbothered by the cold concrete.
''It's fine. I use this place a lot when practising, since it's far enough away from any houses that they won't get caught in the crossfire.'' Yunli brushed off his concerns as she paced away from him, the wind gracefully lifting her low twin-tails as she turned to face him – her disinterested expression gone as a determined one took its place. ''Summon your sword. I want to test the Luofu's strength myself.''
Something about her phrasing invoked a competitive spirit in him – his pride as a Luofu resident flaring as a Zhuming challenged him. With a huff of assent he drew his ice-blue sword and levelled it out at the swordswoman, watching with interest as she simply held a hand out and manifested a steel-grey broadsword into her hand. It was far from an ordinary blade though, that much he could tell from the moment she brought it into existence – the very air feeling disturbed the second it was brought out.
'A fire sword of some kind? Or perhaps one that manipulates heat?' A good counter to his ice swords. While they were stronger than actual ice, they still held many of the same material properties.
Still, he wouldn't back down when at a disadvantage.
Silence reigned between them, eyes never leaving each other – and then at some unspoken signal Yunli dashed at him. She crossed the sparring field in a matter of seconds and swung wide, her heavier broadsword crashing into his icy straight sword – the resounding clash nearly deafening. Despite her lithe figure she was surprisingly strong, her blade pressing his close to his chest, the strain on his arm threatening to make him lose his grip.
So he back-stepped, his blade grinding along the length of hers and sending it smashing into the ground by their feet. The solid concrete cratered from the blow but he didn't stop to ogle it, already moving with a thrust aimed for her stomach. One parried as she drew her wider sword back in time, two quick hops creating some distance between the two of them – but Yanqing wasn't willing to give up the advantage and pressed it, closing in on the swordswoman and unleashing a barrage of thrusts, each as quick as an arrow in flight and forcing Yunli to dodge each by narrow margins, but not a single blow landed on her.
Just as he began to tire she retaliated, her sword swinging up and forcing him to block – but even then the impact jarred his arm and send him skidding back several feet. Yunli chased after him with rapid footfalls, her blade's edge scraping the ground before she brought it up sky, the length glowing ominously – and so rather than block he dodged. A wise decision as the second her blade struck the ground it imploded again, only this time it took a big chunk out of the solid concrete.
'She's not generating that force on her own.' Yanqing noted as he tried to get in a stab, only for the young woman to parry his strikes – wielding her large sword with the same ease he did his. 'Perhaps then-'
''You're absorbing the kinetic energy, aren't you?''
''Hmph. You're smarter than my other opponents.'' Yunli remarked with the barest hint of praise, locking blades with him. ''But yes, it does. And it releases it on command.''
The slight glint of amusement in her eyes made his own widen – right before concussive force exploded out from her blade. It rippled through his body and felt like a punch straight into his gut, and it wasn't until his back hit the floor that he realised she'd knocked him flying. Even then battle-instincts warned of an incoming blow and he obeyed them, rolling to one side just in time to avoid the concussive blade that struck where he was moments before.
Had this been a months ago, he would've thought she was trying to kill him, but after fighting Jingliu...
...this was nothing.
''Sword, heed me!''
At his call his sword split into five – four of which floated behind him. Yunli raised a brow in intrigue but he didn't allow her the chance to analyse his technique, opting instead to send two blades shooting forth. One was obliterated by her sword swing but the second cut across her right forearm, tearing through the detached sleeve there too and drawing a thin amount of blood.
''Heh. First blood to me.'' Yanqing grinned.
Yunli huffed and sprinted at him, blade held low but her other hand kept out to the side. He paid it no heed and instead sent another two swords at her whilst charging her with his third, the blades each targeting her sides and seeming poised to pincer her. Or they did until she spun, her broadsword shattering his icy straight sword on contact – and in her other hand manifested a much larger, thicker claymore. A claymore that seamlessly cut through his icy sword and came swinging for his head.
Forced to abort lest he lose his head Yanqing ducked low – only to end with a foot in the face. Yelping he tumbled back and rolled onto one knee, somewhat startled, only to swear and leap aside to dodge the thrust aimed for his chest.
''I didn't know you wielded multiple swords!'' Yanqing called out as he landed.
''Nor did I know you could control several.'' Yunli fired back, the compliment in her words not lost on him.
Shaking his head to dispel his embarrassment he re-summoned a fresh four blades and sent them all out at once, arcing inwards and each at different speeds. Yunli seemed to relish the challenge though, the barest hints of a smirk seen before she raised her swords in a cross-guard – and then spun on her heel, shattering three of the four blades whilst mostly dodging the fourth, only a thin gash across her shoulder to show for it.
However her twirl had blinded her to his approach, a fact that drew a gasp out of Yunli as he ended up right before her, blade sweeping upwards – and narrowly blocked by her claymore. He felt it vibrate and without hesitating threw himself to one side, dodging the explosive blast that tore through the ground next to him. She hopped back to evade his stab and his follow-up was blocked by her straight sword, their blades rattling together in a contest of physical might.
She won. With a grunt she shoved him back and slashed out, only the tip of her blade managing to score his flesh, cutting away part of his shirt and letting a thin line of blood weep out. He ignored the pain though, summoning another four swords even as the two of them engaged in a rapid clash of blades – sparks flying and his arm jarring with every impact. He bided his time though, enduring the strain until he felt her straight sword begin to vibrate – and then dodged.
However no explosive blast came out. Instead Yunli twisted with her momentum, pride glimpsed as she brought her vibrating claymore down – and his four swords met it. They blocked the bulk of the explosive force but even then he was sent flying back until he hit the masonry wall, the air knocked out of his lungs for a dangerous two seconds. She was before him by the third, her claymore and straight sword coming down and forcing him to leap aside lest he be struck – causing the wall to instead, cracking but not shattering into a million pieces.
''Take this!'' Yanqing declared, a slash sending forth an icy projectile.
It struck not Yunli but the ground at her feet – freezing her foot to the ground. It held her for just a second before she broke out of it with sheer force but it was enough, giving him the chance to slash at her back. He held back but still left a gash across her skin, one of the X-shaped straps snapping from his blow and loosening her clothes a bit – but he paid it no mind, instead blocking the retaliatory swing that forced him back.
Yunli went on the offensive though, becoming a virtual storm of blades as she twisted and turned with every slash – swinging her momentum into each powerful strike and backing it up with a concussive blast, forcing Yanqing back-!
-until one blast too strong knocked the sword right out of his hands, sending it flying through the air and impaling into it into the concrete behind him.
Her claymore came to rest under his chin. ''My win.''
Yanqing, however, grinned. ''Heh... you sure about that?''
Yunli raised a brow – when she felt the cold bite of ice by her own neck. Tilting her head she only then noticed the four icy swords all poised at her neck, primed to impale her four times over, and from so close at least one would hit. Probably, but not guaranteed, before she could hit him.
''...not bad.'' Yunli lowered her blade and let it dissipate into golden motes, a small smile lighting up her visage. ''We'll call it a draw then.''
Yanqing uttered an agreement, relaxing and summoning his sword back to his hand, allowing him to sheathe it on his person. As he did so Yunli pulled out a pair of vials from up her undamaged sleeve, the luminous green liquid familiar from his many sparring sessions with Jing Yuan over the years – a fast-acting healing potion. Not strong enough to heal severe wounds, but for things that the body can heal on its own – like small cuts and gashes – it would heal easily enough. After all all it did was accelerate the body's healing, not introduce any foreign magicks.
Swinging the vial back he shivered as the lukewarm liquid ran down his throat, the taste bland like bread crust but swallowed all the same. Within seconds he could feel it taking effect, his wounds all stinging as the flesh forcibly knitted itself together. He endured the pain and glanced at Yunli as she hissed, the numerous small cuts he'd landed on her all closing up...
...and it was also then that both of them became aware of the fact their bodies weren't the only thing damaged by their bout – their clothes were too. His shirt had a hole in the front and was his jacket was missing an entire side, exposing his bare chest along with parts of his legs, the side of his striped boxers visible. Yunli was even worse off, if only because she wore so few clothes in the first place; her skirt cut in places and letting him glimpse her bare thigh, one of her detached sleeves barely on – and her top especially loose, hanging on by just a single strap and letting him get an unabashed look at her right boob, small and demure as it was.
''Ah, um...'' Yunli flushed and averted her eyes. ''We should probably-''
She never got to finish, however, as the sound of soldiers marching towards their location rung out – the heavy thud of their metal greaves giving away their identity easily enough. Yunli cursed under her breath and before Yanqing could even muster a thought she took him by the hand pulled him into the barracks; shoulder-bashing the metal door in and leading him through the dimly-lit corridors, only the moonlight peeking through the windows guiding him.
Dimly, he noted this was the second time he had held a girl's hand. Both times when she dragged him away from other people.
Such thoughts were pushed aside as Yunli slowed. The corridor continued on but more voices could be heard from ahead – Cloud Knights no doubt flanking around to the other side of the building to catch whatever ne'er-do-wells were messing about this late at night.
''Crap, in here!''
Yunli pushed him into a supply closet and followed immediately after; shutting the door as quietly as she could. Yanqing meanwhile looked about for an exit only to realise there was none; the only window tiny and barely big enough for him to fit his head through, if that. The room too was filled with old pieces of furnitures, be it desks and chairs stacked atop one another or several free-standing closets stuffed over to one side, everything covered in a thin layer of dust that told of its disuse.
Hurrying over he tugged the handle of one closet and pulled it open, revealing a somewhat narrow interior – but as he head marching footfalls near, he spoke. ''In here!''
Yunli looked over and didn't hesitate to agree, climbing in and all but yanking him inside by his shirt, both of them pulling the door shut. The magnetic looks kept them closed and plunged the pair into darkness, not even a sliver of light to leak into the cramped closet – the only benefit being both were short enough that they didn't have to hunch... though even then, they were left standing practically nose-to-nose, something that made Yunli's cheeks turn red and her eyes leave his.
Not a moment later the door to the supply closet thudded open. Yanqing flinched, holding his breath as he heard the heavy, metallic march of the guardsman. Seconds ticked by and wood creaked as it was sharply moved aside, followed by silence, more marching... and then a single, sharp call.
''Clear!''
Heavy footfalls marched out and the door was slammed closed, and only then did he release a relieved breath.
''Don't relax yet.'' Yunli murmured to him, voice soft. ''They'll be scouring the barracks and might check a second time.''
''Why are they doing this anyway? It's a sparring ground, right?''
Yunli looked aside. ''It might have something to do with it being a restricted area during the Wardance Festival...''
He hissed. ''So why did you bring me here?''
''It was the only place private enough for us to have a spar without a crowd coming to watch.'' Yunli countered with a frown, one that became embarrassed. ''...good thing too, huh...''
Her words, mumbled as they were, reminded him of their state of dress – and because of that he mumbled an agreement. It was one thing to be watched during a spar; it was another thing entirely to be partially undressed before them. Maybe they had gotten a little carrier away...
However in the cramped interior of the closet their partial nudity became all the more apparent. He glanced at Yunli and spotted her looking at him, prompting her to look away at the door instead, his eyes adjusting to the darkness enough to make out her deep blush. Compared to how straightforward she was earlier now she looked more... girly, if he was to put a word to it. A sentiment fuelled when he dared to glance down, getting another look at her breast, still uncovered as it was by her limp clothes.
''You're staring a lot.''
Yanqing felt his cheeks burn. ''S-Sorry.''
There was a brief, awkward quiet – one broken by her next comment. ''...I don't mind if you touch.''
Had the situation been any different Yanqing might've balked at such an offer, or at least asked her to clarify – but embarrassment kept his throat closed. The noises of the Cloud Knights scouring the barracks was audible through the walls and it kept them from lingering in silence for too long, serving as ample background noise as he brought his left hand up – and settled it over her tit. She was small bordering on flat, his thumb tracing the gentle hill of her breast and grazing over her rather perky nipple – his mere touch making Yunli shiver, her chin dipping low but eyes on him now, watching his face closely.
With them being nearly nose-to-nose it was hard to avoid her gaze, not least when he was touching her in such a manner – realising then, perhaps for the first time, how beautiful Yunli really was. Romance was never really part of his training and he paid little mind to it, but now that he was in a closet with her it was his hormones went wild. A sentiment perhaps shared by Yunli herself, her thigh brushing against his crotch and making him realise how hard he was.
''Hey, it's fine if we...?'' Yunli murmured.
''Y-Yeah...'' Yanqing breathed back, eyeing her lips.
Her left hand grasped at his shoulder and slid up to his nape, her fingers calloused from years of wielding swords – and then she pulled him in. His first kiss was lost to Yunli as their lips gently meshed together, a shiver racing through both of them as they experienced such a sensation for the first time. The gentle connection, the intimacy made abundant by the cramped interior of the closet, the scent of sweat mixing with her muted but still fragrant perfume – it all combined to make a hazy feeling come over his mind.
They drew apart, lips just-barely grazing one another – when they darted back in. Their second kiss was more impassioned and Yanqing shivered as he felt her hand caress his crotch more, her digits curious as they traced the outline of his shaft through his pants, tempting his own hand away from her exposed breast and further down his side. He hesitated and stopped several times but as she pulled him into a third kiss he let his hand descend further, his heart pounding a million times a minute – until his hand went under her dress, caressing her small but perky ass.
His hand traced her underwear around to her front, the smooth material not hiding her lower lips from his touch. Her own digits worked his zipper down and tugged his cock out of his boxers, her touch curious as his own as they felt each other up – both becoming cognizant of their act at the same time as they broke off the kiss, faces as red as each other's but unwilling to stop, hormones compelling them forth.
''Don't tell anyone about this.'' Yunli whispered to him.
Yanqing murmured an agreement in the brief moment before their lips connected, a groan escaping him as she squeezed his cock, her tugs gaining momentum as she got more into it. Not wanting to fall behind he pulled her panties to one side, unable to see with her skirt in the way but not stopping him from feeling about with his hand – getting her underwear out of the way easily enough and stroking her bare pussy lips, his fingers running along her slit and teasing a little groan out of her.
The noise excited him, his fingers teasing her a bit more – aided by her free hand as she guided his digits down to her opening. At her wordless suggestion he eased them inside of her, immediately gratified by Yunli's quaking moan, the noise soon muffled by their mashing lips. She felt hot inside, her pussy clenching around his two intruding fingers as he pumped them into her, blindly feeling about and seeing what made Yunli moan the most.
Yunli returned the favour with her hand – jerking him off as best she could in the cramped space, her calloused hand feeling amazing around his cock. He didn't masturbate all that often but just having Yunli do it felt several times as good, his thoughts all becoming muddled as he lost himself between her stroking hand and her lips, every kiss intoxicating and her pussy so hot around his probing fingers it was enthralling.
''M-Mn...'' Yunli pulled back from the kiss, her breathing heavy.
No words were said – because what was there to be said? All they could do was stare into one another's eyes or peek down their fronts, getting each other off with clumsy but earnest motions; his fingers becoming sticky with her juices and his cock leaking pre-cum, soon clinging to her thumb as she rubbed the tip with it. The sensation was only made more arousing by her partial nudity; his gaze drawn to her exposed breast more than once, its smallness doing little to diminish Yanqing's lust.
Yunli leaned in then, her chin resting on his shoulder and her soft moan teasing his ear, sending shivers running through the swordsman as she did the same; leaning on her for support as she did the same, their hands working faster to please the other. He drove his fingers into her sticky depths with an enthusiasm he didn't think he'd have for the fairer sex, his digits making her legs quake and her voice tremble. Her own gripping hand though made his dick ache for release, the prospect of cumming so tempting yet so embarrassing, the two desires warring with one another.
''Y-Yanqing...'' She clutched onto him then, her moaned words hot on his neck. ''A-A bit more, just... hah, ahn~''
He shoved his fingers into her sex, her lips grazing his fingers upon each entry and her insides clamping down on his intruding digits, the sensation matched by the dire need aching up his cock, her strokes relentless-!
When Yunli squeaked; buckling against him and bending her knees as she climaxed, her nectar soaking his hand. The thought was what sent him over the edge and with a restrained moan Yanqing came from her hand, bucking and thrusting his cock into her tight grip and riding his euphoric high – a high fuelled as his tip rubbed and pushed against her bare groin, shooting his cum across her skin and heightening his climax that little bit more.
How long the moment lasted, he wasn't sure; time losing all meaning as they orgasmed together in the tiny cramped closet. Only after an indeterminate amount of time did he remember how to breathe properly and think straight, his heavy breaths giving him clarity and his eyes refocusing on Yunli herself as she pulled back – meeting her eyes and seeing his embarrassment mirrored in them.
His dick twitched as she unhanded it and he glanced down, his own hand pulling away from her crotch and lifting her skirt in the process; letting him see the mess he'd painted on her groin, some of his cum ending on her when it didn't hit the bottom of the closet. The sight of her glistening pussy lips though awoke a fresh bout of lust in him, his cock still rock-hard despite his orgasm and terribly sensitive, aching for more than just her hand.
A sentiment shared by Yunli herself. ''Do you want to...?''
''Yeah.'' Yanqing answered quickly; his cheeks burning as he did so.
Yunli's bit her bottom lip and nodded, leaning back against her side of the closet and compelling Yanqing in, his body pressing up against hers – his cock grinding up against her slick sex. They both shuddered at the contact and stared into one another's eyes, his hips rocking slowly and gently grinding himself on her, the friction slight but so damn erotic it was impossible to think straight – the guards looking for them completely forgotten about as they lost themselves in the moment.
Until Yanqing clutched at his dick and bent his knees, lined himself up – and as one they moaned as he pushed up into her. Her slick petals parted for his intruding length and his mind went white as he felt her loins clamp around him as inch after inch of him slid into her. He pulled his hips back, feeling the tight grip around his tip before he pushed back in – his thrusts stilted and awkward but pleasurable all the same, their lips mashing in another kiss that quietened their moans.
The need to breathe forced them apart though, their noses brushing together as they caught a quick breath – embarrassment abundant but unable to pull far apart with him inside of her. Doing it while standing like this was awkward but he managed, her legs apart and his bent to get the angle right – and oh how right it was, his nerves alight like never before as he sunk into Yunli over and over again, her syrupy petals grazing his shaft as he pumped it into her.
''Yes, mn, Yanqing...'' She breathed against his lips, her moans soft and sweet. ''You're in so deep...''
The unintentionally-lewd words just fuelled his lust; a senselessness overcoming him as he kissed her again. She melted into it, arms wrapping around his shoulders and clutching onto the back of his shirt, pulling him into her embrace even as he pumped into her – the slick, needy clench of her pussy like a vice around his dick. A vice he gladly thrust himself into, fitting nearly his entire length between her folds and relishing the moans he coaxed out of her, the closet creaking slightly from his earnest motions.
His own hands came to settle on her ass, holding her steady as he became rougher – his rhythm lost to his rampant hormones as he rutted up into Yunli, her fingers clutching at his back and her moans filling his ear. Every thrust buried him in as deep as he could and he loved every second of it, body bumping with hers and her skin hot against his own, nothing but sex on his mind anymore.
Aided when Yunli pressed herself into him, moaning as she practically grinded herself on his cock – the brief bout of friction prompting him to hilt himself in her, grinding and pressing himself into the swordswoman. She dug her nails into his back, her breaths becoming harsher as she matched his tempo, her insides sticky and slick as he rutted into her tight hole – and she moaned as he went back to thrusting, pumping his cock into her in short, rapid thrusts, his length pulsating against her clenching walls.
''Yunli, I'm...'' Yanqing managed to get out.
Yunli didn't seem to care about the warning though, only a moan for more escaping her. Eager to please her Yanqing complied, holding back his orgasm as he pounded himself into her – rough, desperate pumps hilting him in her wetness and pushing him dangerously close to the edge, his tip kissing her innermost parts and her moans so hot on his neck-!
''Mn!''
When with a short gasp Yunli climaxed, her insides seizing – and Yanqing could hold on no longer, moaning in utter ecstasy as he came inside of her. The hardest orgasm of his life shook through him and he hilted himself within her depths on instinct alone, unloading spurt after spurt of cum into her clamping depths and relishing every second of it. The way she spasmed against him, how her insides squeezed him, the delightful ache as he released himself in her – all of it was euphoric, his mind bereft of higher thought.
Until all at once he came down from his high, moaning as he rocked his hips a little and then pulled out. The air felt cold compared to the hotness of her pussy so he pressed himself against her, practically grinding up against her and earning a rather cute moan from Yunli herself. Even after two orgasms he was still erect, not least because of the girl before him.
''Nn, Yanqing...'' Yunli breathed out, a quick kiss shared between them. ''Move back for a second...''
Yanqing complied as best as he was able, the cramped conditions of the closet making it tricky – but a little room was all she needed, allowing Yunli to turn around and yank the back of her skirt up. The sight said all that needed to be and Yanqing was more than happy to go again, his switching tip sliding along her ass until he lined himself up, his tip parting her sopping folds.
And as one they moaned as he sunk into her slick, syrupy tunnel. The previous creampie left her insides even stickier than before, encouraging Yanqing to pump himself into her all the more – her pussy practically sucking him in when he dared pull back. He drove himself into the swordswoman all the more, his moans matched by her own, both barely having the sense to keep their voices down.
Yet it was becoming so much harder to do so as he hilted himself in Yunli, feeling her slick walls clench around him, squeezing him so lovingly. He never thought sex would feel so good and in that moment he felt like he was addicted to the sensations buzzing along his skin, every breath preluding the grunt or groan that slipped past his lips, his mind a mess and leaving him able to just rut into the petite girl from behind.
His clumsy thrusts gained both rhythm and speed quickly; his groin clapping her cheeks and his cock-head kissing her innermost parts. Rather than just submissively take it though Yunli shoved herself back onto his dick, her breathy moans erotic as was the sensation of her ass pressing back into his crotch, his gaze drawn down to her rear as he filled her up over and over again.
''Hng, ah, hard- fuuh, harder...!'' Yunli puffed out, her cheek practically against the wood as he squashed her up against it.
Gladly obliging her request Yanqing pounded himself into her, the whole closet creaking from the sudden force and her cry quelled solely by her hand; her insides squeezing him in appreciation as he rutted into her, pistoning himself into her tight hole like he'd waited his whole life for this moment. Base instincts and adrenaline kept him going, the pleasure addictive and making him slam into the half-naked swordswoman without relent; her heels spreading further apart and her back arching, tempting him to press into her and fuck her with even shorter, faster thrusts.
''Yes, yes...!'' She gasped out, blindly reaching back and grabbing his wrist, guiding it up to her breast. ''D-Don't stop!''
Yanqing couldn't muster the air to reply, pleasure surging through him as he slammed into her like his life depended on it, the lurid slaps of flesh ringing out and made all the louder in the cramped interior of the closet. As was their breaths, their moans, their flesh slapping together-!
''Hng-!'' Until with a sharp moan of relief Yanqing nutted inside of Yunli; hilting inside of her in a single potent thrust and pouring his seed into her depths.
Pleasure shook through him, his knees quaking and his grip on her ironclad as he pressed Yunli against the wall, peripherally aware of her own orgasm. All he felt was her body against his own and her insides squeezing his cock for every last drop of nut she could get out of him, a shudder reverberating through him as he pulled out, stumbling and nearly falling over – when Yunli did too, sending them falling out of the closet entirely.
''Oof-!'' He winced as she landed on his chest, though he noted she was awfully light. ''H-Hey, you okay?''
Breathless and still shaking from her orgasm Yunli could only nod; propping herself up on her hands and looking down at him, then around the room. Remembering the guards was a good way to clear his mind, adrenaline the shot needed to clear his mind – but when he looked about he found no Cloud Knights about, nor did he hear any in fact.
''Did they all leave...?'' Yanqing puffed out the question.
''Maybe.'' Yunli murmured, stumbling to her feet and offering him a hand. ''C'mon, let's get out of here while we have the chance.''
Despite the weakness in his knees Yanqing hurriedly agreed, and for the third and final time that night Yunli took her hand in his – leading him away from the barracks and enabling him to get back to his hotel safely, getting a fresh set of clothes before re-joining the welcoming party.
Though when he returned Jing Yuan sent him a knowing smile and smirk, as if his absence alone explained everything.
He had a feeling he'd be the butt of his teasing for the next few days.
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