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It was like being caught red-handed by a teacher. While students would normally be punished for matters like truancy and late submissions, this one was far more serious than small potatoes as trivial as those.
Yukong was standing ahead, arms clenched and folded in front of her chest, eyebrows curled up into a frown that popped her veins from her forehead to her neck. Her lips titled upwards, staring daggers straight at the man sitting in front of her, who clenched his hands between his thighs, nervously rubbing his fingers together like he was caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar.
Caelus gulps. His eyes wandered upwards, but wandered back down. The fear was more than just present. He felt it. They were pricking at his skin, pulling his hairs up and leaving him in a mindless stasis, gripping his neck to create a boxed, suffocating feeling. He tried to hold his voice, but eventually spoke. "So... uh..." He croaked, feigning a nervous chuckle in a feeble attempt to lighten the mood.
"Don't pretend you don't know, Caelus," Yukong sneered, reaching a hand out, fingers silently curving towards his gray hair. "I know what you did with Tingyun. She had been coming home late almost every other day. At first, I thought she was finally taking her work a tad bit seriously," Yukong sighed, disappointed breaths leaving her mouth. "But what I didn't know..."
Caelus could resonate with her a bit. Being paranoid was an understatement to describe the Helm Master, it was a miracle the fluffy Foxian got as much freedom as she did. "Listen, just so you know, we've been using protection and-"
"That's not the bloody point, benefactor!" Yukong slammed the side of the armchair, forcing Caelus to flinch his hand back to his body. "She's my daughter, for Aeon's sake!"
"Adopted," Caelus whispered.
Yukong scoffed, forcing herself to ignore the heinous comment, returning her arms to their stiff folded position. "Do you understand what this means? Forget the emotional level of such a relationship, what would happen to Xianzhou's politics if the public find out about the Amicassador's affairs?" She raised an eyebrow, edging the Trailblazer to finish her statement.
"Pretty bad,"
It was pretty evident at this point that Caelus was giving stupid replies and the Helm Master's patience wore thin. She finally reached her hand out, gripping onto Caelus' hair. He winced a long groan, expecting the strength from her, yet still was unprepared for how suffocating her fingers felt around his scalp. His hands were not tied, nor bound, but they were glued to the chair, refusing to retaliate.
"How long have you been doing this?" Yukong finally began her long-awaited interrogation.
"A few months."
"Are you two in a relationship?"
"Not quite, friends with benefits."
"Are you treating her well?"
"I am."
"What do you do to her?"
Caelus' lips sealed, the question somewhat bugging him a bit. She wants to know what I do with her...? Does she not understand what I mean? He nervously cleared his throat and thought up a reply anyway. "We... have sex...? Wait, why would you ask such a question?"
"I need to ensure my daughter is in safe hands." Her reply seem ingenuine, coming out a softer tone than her initial fury.
Valid answer, but I don't think so. Caelus' lips curved into a hidden smirk. It would be normal for someone's adoptive mother to be worried, but to such an extent seemed... peculiar, to his eyes. Of course, with the overwhelming charisma that was flowing from the Trailblazer the moment he began his relationship with Tingyun, his read on others exponentially grew, and he knew just what kind of thoughts were circling the Helm Master's mind.
"Do you have anything to say about that?" Yukong asked again, her voice still the same soft tone as her previous words. She seemed to have noticed Caelus' mouth grin, as subtle as it was, and returned to her fury, sounding more plastic than before. "Why are you smiling?"
"Oh nothing. I just find it strange, your question." The wicked grin across Caelus' face spread even wider, his eyebrows raised to the line of his fringe. "Are you really interested in what Tingyun and I do together?"
Now her buttons were pushed. Yukong cleared her throat, looking away and pushing her hair closer to her face, scoffing once in stubborn defiance. "No, I am not. I am merely-" She failed to finish her sentence, her hands cupping her cheeks, hiding dark blush. She scowled again. "I have nothing more to say to you, leave."
Now we're talking. Caelus stood up, hands up pockets as he sauntered over to the nearby desk, one hand out to graze across the maple wood.
"The hell are you doing?" Yukong growled, a hand out to stop him from touching her possessions, but Caelus simply tore a piece of paper from a stray notebook and picked up her signature pen, scribbling down something on the paper and folding it.
He meandered back over to Yukong, his smile becoming much more devilish as he gave a twinkling wink, two fingers clamping the paper which dangled in front of the Helm Master's curious eyes. "All yours."
Before Yukong's mind could even process a reply, Caelus already followed her delayed orders, casually shuffling out the room with his hands on his pockets, a whistle of victory in his step. An irritated Yukong folded the paper back open, and the contents were far simpler than she initially anticipated. A simple address, to a hotel, with the room's floor and number written clearly for her eyes only, along with a single timing. 11PM. She knew that Caelus knew what her perverse mind had wandered to, and she could not bear any hatred towards anyone but herself. Why the hell did I think that...?
Her eyes glued onto the paper, fingers tightening the sheet as her mind wandered back and forth on her teetering moralities.
"Should... I go?"
By the time late evening had descended, almost all markets around the vicinity had closed up shop, leaving for a well deserved rest after a day of hard labor.
It usually was the same for the Helm Master. Returning home at 7PM, soaking in a long bath, arranging her documents for the next day and reading a book or two, all while admiring the starry skies of the Xianzhou, reminiscing in her old days as a pilot, before calling it quits at 11PM.
Not this time. Her usual sleeping hours were struck down by Caelus' sudden proposal. Strangely, her body clock would force her to tire out by now, but the anticipation bursting within her chest told a different story. She had every right to turn tail and leave, but every right to pursue her morbid curiosities.
The hotel itself was a far cry from the one Tingyun sponsored for the Express. It was still well-maintained, having a four-star rating and providing ample services for an affordable price. It was no wonder Caelus chose such an establishment. A Gordian Knot tied up in her stomach, Yukong entered, the aroma of aloe not enough to quell the feelings of disdain that banged against the hull of her skull. Elevator up, hallway right, door left, instructions echoing in her mind to the Devil's Lodgings. There was the door with the correct number, much to Yukong's chagrin. She sucked in a long, cold breath, letting go her clammy hands knocked on it twice.
"It is Yukong. Open up."
Silence for a few seconds, until a soft 'click' came out. The door swung open, and there stood Caelus, eyes slightly wide in surprise. Maybe he too was somewhat stunned that Yukong took up the lewd offer. "You're quite punctual,"
Admittedly, he was right. Yukong was never late for anything. Meetings, events, and even hangouts with her old buddies. But why was she on time for this of all things?
"Hmmm," Caelus' eyes were scanning her, top to bottom for a few cycles. He smiled, and gave a weary compliment. "I like your outfit."
"Thanks," Yukong looked down, and seemingly, she suppose she could agree with the Trailblazer. She wore civilian clothing, a simple blue blouse over a white tank top, along with denim jeans. Caelus himself was in his everyday, black and orange jacket with his token white shirt and grey trousers. Though in hindsight, he had little reason to change. He fit right in.
"Come in," Caelus stepped aside, giving ample space for Yukong to enter.
She nodded in acknowledgement, stepping into the room, setting her purse to the nearby coffee table. The room was fine, nothing outlandish. Space was cramped, yet cozy. Decorations were minimal, yet bright. The only standouts were the squeaky clean bathroom and the washboard-ironed bed. Caelus did not touch anything when he booked the space.
Speaking of Caelus, it was clear he did not rehearse anything beforehand, simply standing at the doorway, arms folded and eyes closed, awaiting for something, maybe for Yukong to say something.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" Yukong asked, though it could not have been further from the truth. Both knew they were not here to talk.
Caelus took a few steps forward, walking up to Yukong with his arms folded stiff. He finally smiled. "You know why you're here, right?"
"I know, don't have to remind me."
"May I know why you accepted my invite?"
She was afraid he would ask that, even if she prepared an answer. "I've been out of action for a hundred years, Caelus. I may look young, but in Foxian, I am far past my prime. Someone like me receiving offers is nothing short of a rarity."
"I can tell. You weren't reprimanding me for whatever this afternoon. You simply decided to-"
"You're incorrect. I was angry, but I will not lie that I was a bit... envious. Tingyun still has a lot of time, she's young and bright, and really, she deserves someone like you."
Caelus grumbled, a hand on his forehead. "How many times must I tell you, we are not together."
Yukong shook her head. "Still, you never know if she has feelings for you," Her gaze turns to the door, and her ears droop. "I think I should take my leave now."
"Yukong, wait," To her surprise, and Caelus', the Trailblazer's hand gripped the Helm Master's wrist. She widened her eyes, face subtly turning rose as she looked up at his face, and then her wrist, and then his face again. Caelus exhaled. "I can guarantee you, Tingyun and I are simply just fuck buddies. If you want to satisfy yourself right now, we'll just do this once and be done with it."
"How can I be sure you don't coerce me into something like this again?"
"Yukong, let's be real, you had those thoughts first, so if anything you should be watching yourself."
She raised a brow, and she nodded. "Fair point." She wrapped her grabbed hand around Caelus' own wrist, pulling him a bit closer. She still had her dull poker face, but her tone shifted to a more lavish one. "How should we start?"
The moment he was pulled right into her comfort zone, Caelus had already played the scenario in his mind, and executing it almost seamlessly. His hand scaled up her shoulder and to her cheek, pulling her face in for a kiss. Yukong's eyes remained opened, wide in shock as her entire body froze stiff, unable to react. She kept her gaze on Caelus, whose eyes were tightly shut and clenched, face red with intimacy as his tongue subtly moved within her mouth. Eventually, Yukong fell into the kiss, pupils rolling up and eyes gently closing as her hands autopiloted to sling around his neck. The two slow danced in the moonlit room, until the Helm Master's calves touched the edge of the bed.
Yukong yelped, breaking the kiss as her skin touched the mattress. She looked back at Caelus, pupils darting away as she gave a nervous whisper, "Are we taking it further?"
Caelus smiled reassuringly, gently laying her onto the bed and crawling up, arms locked beside and body parallel to her own. Yukong gulped. Despite being the far older individual here with more than threatening features, Caelus' presence was almost constricting her, wrapping her up in his little finger that will soon snap her into a daze. Her head lightened when the Trailblazer dove downwards, roughly kissing her lips again, though this time her eyes were closed immediately.
Her hands lifted up to his shoulders, while his arms were exploring her clothing, finding the gaps in the fabric that were hidden in plain view. His palms were soft, gentle, almost angelic as they made their way through Yukong's blouse, finding the buttons in the center and releasing them with care.
Already Yukong was letting out soft moans, even though Caelus' fingers were nowhere near her sensitive skins. Just the feeling of being stripped and with little control against her adversary dizzied her mind. It was almost... arousing? Yukong had conflicting ways of describing her feelings, yet she chose to let it be and let Caelus have his way.
Blouse, gone. Top, next. Caelus repeated his instructions like a broken record to himself, letting the view of his red face sink in with his partner before he continued. Yukong had a simple top, befitting for a simple lady. Caelus tugged on the shirt, and almost like it was a lever, Yukong's hands extended, letting him peel of the shirt and throwing it on the ground.
With the ode of comfort set, the rest of Yukong's clothes, her shoes and her jeans, were off as well, leaving her in a white, gaudy lingerie. Yukong's arms slung over her chest, her hand gripping onto her other arm as her head tilted to the side, face red with anxiousness.
In a reassuring act, Caelus sat back up, taking off his jacket and discarded his shirt and trousers as well, a hasty manner to succor his partner.
And consoled her it did. Her hands were now outstretched, fingers ascending in an inviting manner. She whispered. "Caelus..."
Her whisper was sultry, voice a mix of a grating but mature feeling to it, hooking Caelus into a dazing trance. His breaths turned audible, face blooming rose. Finally, he pounced, crashing forward into Yukong's lips once more, distracting her while his fingers searched her back, desperately clinging onto the string of her white bra.
Yukong was fully aware, but she let it happen. She pursued the kiss, hands rubbing Caelus' toned back and sliding down his skin to his boxers, tugging at it once before committing its removal. Caelus lifted his leg, letting the tight fabric glaze down his thigh, the cool wind all the more arousing with the Helm Master's messy kisses throttling him into a whim of serenity.
The same cold wind grazed Yukong's skin as well once her bra was discarded, joining the pile of useless clothes on the floor. Caelus' hands slid down, cupping her breast and giving it a gentle pinch. Soft, like a marshmallow, and all the more delicious when he takes it to his tongue.
If Yukong had not already been sufficiently aroused, the second her nipple was tasted, she already began unleashing her series of moans, squinting her eyes up at the ceiling as her hands pushed and her fingers clawed against Caelus, in a feeble attempt to stop him from edging her so cunningly. She could probably lift him away if she tried, but in actuality, Yukong's own body was refusing to put in even the effort, or the attempt to pry him off. She was regrettably enjoying every single second.
Caelus continued to lick her nub, slathering his saliva all over her tit like it was a scoop of ice cream. Once he was bored with one, he immediately darted to the other. It was no different to Yukong, she was equally turned on, howling at the moon and clawing on Caelus' hair this time, tugging his gray locks and rolling the long strands over her fingers. She spattered, gasped, almost salivating at the sheer pleasure of being licked like no tomorrow. It took her a while, but eventually she managed to speak, "C-C-C-Caelus... stop... please..." She was not being serious, of course. Stopping was the last thing she wanted the Trailblazer to do.
Much to her chagrin, Caelus leaned back, ceasing his relentless teasing and nodding once. "Alright,"
Yukong's respite was only for a short moment, however, as Caelus had already begun his advances. His mouth explored other regions, namely her midsection and her hips, once again coating her skin in a layer his saliva. She continued breathing audibly, exhales transitioning into moans each time the ticklish feeling of his tongue arose once more. Her hands now laid limp, neck craned upwards slightly, watching him have his way with her body. She had nothing else to say but react to his sensitive touch.
All that was just simply the appetizer for something much, much grandiose. Caelus' hands massaged her thighs, before his fingers curled round her underwear. It was white, a pretty pattern tapered around the lingerie, matching her bra. He liked the design, though he could not say the same about her wearing it. And what does one do when they do not like something?
Yukong gasped softly seeing him slide her panties off, throwing it onto the ground. With little hesitation, Caelus' neck was already moving forward, lips puckered and tongue ejected towards her steaming womanhood. Her gasps collided within her throat, erupting into a sensation of deep, sultry moans of absolute bliss. "F-Fuck! Ohhh... Oh!!!!"
Hearing her cries, Caelus took it as a sign of more. He closed his eyes, focusing all his efforts on licking the pink folds of Yukong's cunt. Each touch against his tongue a tinge of arousal that sent blood straight towards his throbbing cock, ascending him to higher levels of arousal the more he teased her. In a way, he also was edging himself. God, I can't wait to fuck her... His thoughts spiraled into an abyss of depravity, but soon it will vanish, for he will sate it in the oncoming minutes.
Yukong's arms flailed wildly, her tail swishing left and right between her back and the mattress as the sensations of utter sensuality clouded her thoughts, forcing her to succumb to Caelus' steamy licks. Her hand grasped onto his head, clutching his hair and pulling him further into her thighs, sandwiching his head and forcing him to continue.
Caelus' breaths slow, but his tongue did not stop. He continued, licking her shamelessly and filling the room with long, draggy moans from the Helm Master. And soon, his cue to end came with Yukong's moan sharpened, actuating a prodigious climax that rushed out and came as a single, wet wave. Once she loosened her grip on his head, he gasped and perked upwards, catching the air that was aplenty once he was free.
Yukong's eyelids drooped, her entire body lying limp on the mattress save for her finger, circling her soaked clit to at least drag on the pleasure just for a bit longer.. Her pupils stared out the gap between, looking on at Caelus as he smiled. She smiled back, regaining sufficient energy to heave herself back up, groaning. "Uhhh... Caelus..."
"Yeah?"
"Are we done?"
Caelus shook his head. Yukong smirked, it was the answer she was hoping. The sight of him rising from the edge of the bed, his cock erect and seemingly ready for more action giving her newfound motivations to keep going. She rolled over, onto her stomach and crawled closer, hungry fingernails gripping on the mattress like the claws of a predator. "Then, let me return the favor," Yukong smiled, licking her lips sultrily.
"Yukong?" At first, Caelus was addled at her peculiar act, but he immediately knew what her next course of action was, and admittedly, he was curious.
Yukong's face was contorted into a devilish grin and seedy eyes, staring directly at Caelus' manhood intently. Though her expression was merely a hazy facade, masking her true feelings of utter embarrassment. Ugh, what the hell am I doing... In actuality, Yukong being inexperienced was a mere understatement. She had run-ins before, but never once had she performed a blowjob before; she found it quite abhorrent. Yet, Caelus was the exception, not the rule. His actions so far had hypnotized her into a daze, thoughts and feelings clashing in a contradiction that formed into a jumbled tornado of empty words.
A quivering hand reached out, fingers curling around his stiffened length. Caelus' hairs stood up, the warm touch of Yukong's dainty fingers oozing disjointed heat throughout the cores of his body. His muscles tensed, breath hitched when she brought his tip to her lips.
And she began. As expected, Yukong was rather sloppy, lips loosely wrapped and tongue unpracticed as she lashed around his girth. In spite of that... Caelus was... pleased? Pleased felt too much of a generous term, but he did not hate it. He found his eyes closing, hand hovering just shy of her chin, his body reacting in ways some may consider to be, unnatural.
Yukong's eyes, on the other hand, were tilted upwards, looking at Caelus' face, making assumptions about her performance from his expressions alone. Does he like it? Am I doing it right? Her questions all were answered when he let out a singular moan, and it was all Yukong needed to hear for her to look back down and close her eyes, putting full focus into pleasing him with her lips and tongue.
"Ahhh, fuck..." Caelus elicited through his moans, one hand cupping her cheek, the other stroking the back of her head, edging her to keep up the pace. Yukong did as followed, wet sounds emanating from between her lips and his member, saliva dripping all over their most sensitive regions. All the while, Yukong thoughts of self-doubts had more or less vanished, her body simply enjoying the feeling of his tip thrusting into the back of her throat each time she pursues forward.
And with each push the Helm Master gave, the encroaching feeling of release was growing, faster and faster as her warm mouth radiated heat from one end of Caelus' body to the other. Eventually, the dam broke, and Caelus' hands unknowingly squeezed Yukong's heads, anchoring her to his crotch as he came, ropes of cum sliding down her tongue and gullet.
Yukong whimpers through the whole ordeal, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she squealed and spattered, hands gripping Caelus' thighs for dear life as the white seed collects in her throat, urging her to finally swallow the sweet mess. She peels back, a strand of saliva between her tongue and semi-flaccid manhood; a signal of an absolutely divine intervention. She sighs and speaks once her mouth is clear, "Thanks, but we're not done, yeah?"
"I... well..." Caelus was quite spent, having finished once, yet somewhat yearning for more.
Yukong was lying there, hands outstretched in invitation, a seductive smile plastered across her face, fully embracing the position she was initially hesitant to be in. "Are you just going to look at me?" She plead, pupils sparkling underneath her desiring squint.
Someone's needy... Caelus blinked twice, not expecting the sudden turn of events. It was like she turned a full one-eighty, but not like he was complaining. It was somewhat hot, yet endearing, to see the Helm Master let herself go after long days on end. He leaned forward, grasping on her palms with his own, interlocking their fingers as he positioned his lower body towards her soaking entrance. His cock was already erect again, teasing the folds of her labia in a gentle stroke, one after the other.
"Mmmmm... oh... God..." Yukong was already feeling light-headed from the edging alone, squirming left and right as Caelus continued being a playful brat, head turning to her neck, cheek, temple, wherever he wanted all to plant seemingly random kisses. She liked it at first, but soon grew irritated at the lack of developments. Her legs wrapped around Caelus' hip, and she leaned to his ear, a bit of venom and annoyance in her tone, "Hurry up and fuck me."
"So vulgar," Caelus did as he was instructed, plunging his heavy length down straight into Yukong's pussy, sliding in as smooth as butter.
"Ahhhhh~!!!" Yukong squealed, delighted moans escaping her lips in a wave of careless pleasure. Her hands gripped onto the skin of Caelus' back, nails clawing and digging as he fucks the daylights out of her. Her eyes popped, teeth biting down on her bottom lip and sweat trailing down every inch of her face as she gave her entire body to Caelus. "Fuck me harder, oh God..." She spoke, her mind spitting out words of desire that she did not even know left her mouth.
Caelus nodded once, and he mirrored Yukong's grip, but his hands held tightly behind her neck and head, an iron grip on her body as he grows hungrier by the second. His thrusts grew more forceful, scraping against her inner walls and digging out bits of her unwarranted lust held within her countless years of dormant romance. Yukong was way past the ripe age of an average Foxian, but the feeling of being with Caelus, being so openly accepted by him sent her back over a hundred years, maybe even more, to when she was younger, more playful and active. She loved it, but missed it at the same time.
The Trailblazer himself was pleased... no, overwhelmed by Yukong's unladylike will. What he initially expected, a short session just to please both of their disdained desires was now a far cry from what is should have been. It was suffocating, constricting, every second passing a cardinal sin that both parties committed. But he could not stop. She could not stop. They both were silently aware of the implications.
However, Yukong's eyes slowly pried open, and her body stiffened, until both stop moving. Yukong's expression softened, ears drooping with concern. "Hey, Caelus, what's wrong?"
"Turn... around..." He croaked.
Yukong tilted her perplexed head, but then looked down to see Caelus' hands in a new place: around her bare ass, fingers curled up and pressing against her lush skin. She blushed, every muscle in her body tensing as she did the daunting task of turning around.
"There," Yukong was automatic, perking her ass up for Caelus to view. Her tail swished side to side, until she curled it up under her stomach, giving Caelus a five-star view of her peaches. She arched her back even further, stretching on the crumpled mattress like a housecat. "What's keeping you, Caelus?"
"Just admiring the view," Caelus replied. Again, another blush. Yukong admitted to herself, she was entranced.
The Helm Master rested her elbows on the mattress, laying down flat on the bed and planting her head sideways, just enough for the side of her vision to see Caelus prepping his meal. His hands ran over her thighs, to her left and right rear, fingers hypnotically gliding to a gentle massage. She hummed, moaned, and hummed again; a singer trapped in an endless serenade of desire.
Yukong felt his hands move forward, pulling its owner's body up her own, like climbing up a cold mountain. Caelus pressed on her shoulders, and then his body now laid atop her, parallel to the mattress with his hands pillared next to him, clamping the sheets. He was now breathing directly on her nape, causing her hairs to involuntarily stand at attention, giving way for her partner to make his move.
"Caelus, gentle, please." Yukong was aware of their new position, and a part of her had a tinge of uncertainty, but intrigue alongside. With how Caelus had been the past hour, she felt foolish to even doubt her trust. She turned slightly, and gave a smile. "Please enjoy yourself."
"I will," Caelus smiled back, reassuring her with a wink. His hands gripped her ass even tighter, eliciting a moan from the Helm Master, who held its volume until he gave her bare skin a squeeze, pulling them aside to excess her soaking entrance. Her body, head to toe, spread with red and pink, carnal desire heating up and tempting Caelus a deal with the devil.
And a deal he made, plunging his length into her cunt yet again, heaving grunts leaving his throat; a fixture of his efforts and lust. Yukong's screeches carried through the hollow night, her long nails clawing at the mattress, the side of her cheek still planted flat on the covers. Her pupils shrunk and lips parted, saliva pooling out her mouth as every muscle in her body surrendered to the grieving acts that plagued both of them on that very bed.
"Yes, fuck me, God, fuck me!" Yukong had lost all sense of self. The prim and proper Helm Master of the Xianzhou Luofu was no more. The new position, coupled with Caelus hungrily slapping his thighs against her plump ass while fucking her under the moonlit night had degraded her a couple years, probably more. Her ears stood stiff above her disheveled hair, tail unwrapped and flailing wildly around her back. She was a slave to this moment.
Caelus gripped Yukong's tail, ignoring her shrill cries of discomfort (maybe pain), pulling it to his shoulder and holding it. It was too distracting, even in a moment like this where his entire focus was ploughing this greedy Foxian until every bead of sweat had been evicted from each of their steaming bodies. Caelus arched a bit further down, wrapping his hands around Yukong's breasts and clutching them all the while his thrusts within her walls grew hungrier, reaching into her innermost desires.
This act was not left unresponsive, however, as Yukong was not shy of letting herself go. "Ughhh... Caelus...!" She gritted her teeth, clamping her eyelids together as she futilely sucked up her drool. Her ears continued to perk and sway, and she cried out, finally reacting to the grip around her meaty chest. "Touch me anywhere you like... and just fuck me!"
"I will!" Caelus finally yelled back, the temperature of the room rising to dangerous boiling points with the two bodies that stuck to each other like hot glue. Every second and minute, another percentile of their climax closing in on them.
Yukong finally found the strength to lift her face off the mattress, and turning it around to face Caelus. Their features were very different, yet their expression were similar, almost as if they were both looking into a reflection. Instinctively, Caelus pushed his head forward, and then his nose, and then his lips, all towards Yukong who accepted his desperate kiss.
Their hands were busy holding onto dear life from their intense fucking, but their faces stayed still, tongues dancing around each others mouths fighting for dominance. Parting away, Caelus could finally see Yukong's blush crystal clear. In that moment, in spite of the rush of their sex, he smiled warmly, and whispered, "Yukong."
"Caelus." Yukong's response was immediate, but her sentence cut short when her entire expression collapsed into yet another longing moan. "Fuck... ugh... I... I love this..."
"I love... this as well..." Caelus choked out the words, fighting against the urge to climax. No matter how long he presumed it had been, he always tried his hardest to hold back and hold on, just a bit longer, to give him and his partner a little more time to enjoy bliss.
But seeing Yukong's face entirely contorted into almost a beg, he decided to let loose his reward. His release was longer than anticipated, ropes of cum spraying into her walls in short intervals. A geyser at first, and then nothing more than a drizzle. And throughout the whole ordeal, Yukong felt every last drop, moaning and groaning as her entire body froze in pleasure, and her fingers tightening its hold on the mattress, almost tearing through the fabric. Tense at first, and then relaxed later her muscles ached, leaving her body spent on the mattress as her breath slowly regains its pace, inconsistent from all the euphoria that clouded her demented thoughts.
Caelus gently held her ass one last time to pull himself out. Ignoring the mix of their bodily fluids that stained the mattress between Yukong's legs, Caelus stretched to relieve his joints before crashing beside Yukong on the bed, silent save for his heavy breathing.
Once both sides stopped breathing, Yukong flipped her body around, facing up to the ceiling, hands on her stomach as she pondered. What... a night... She had nothing else to say to herself.
She did, however, had a plethora of things to say to Caelus, "I enjoyed that a lot, Caelus," Her tone was uncharacteristically jovial, unbecoming of the stern Helm Master she portrayed.
Caelus turned to face her, and he gave a warm smile. "I did too, Yukong." He dare not say it out loud, but he liked this side of Yukong. Maybe she was not the strict motherly figure he initially assumed she was.
Yukong sighed, and her expression turned solemn. "I assume you don't want Tingyun to find out...?"
Caelus nodded, grateful for Yukong's consideration. "Yes, that would be for the best."
"Thanks, I'm... not sure how Tingyun would react." Yukong turned back to the ceiling, watching the fan spin around and around, dissipating their fading body heat into the chilly night's atmosphere. "Anything else in regards to what happens after?"
Caelus thought for a moment, and then shrugged. "It's up to you."
Yukong then rolled over, and her arms draped over the Trailblazer, cowering him in her warmth. Her head pressed to his shoulder, and she whispered, "I'd like to do it again someday," She said, leaning closer to him and ruffling their hairs as they laid on the bed together. "Not often, but whenever we're both free."
Caelus did not even want to entertain the idea that his hands were... 'full', per se. But he refused to say no either. "Sure, but sparingly, if you don't mind."
"As long as I get to," Yukong closed her eyes and let her hands dance around Caelus' body, content with his response. She pressed her lips to his nape, giving him soft, motherly kiss. He accepted her affection and turned a bit closer, until he faced him. The high of their session and the tender aftermath drifted Caelus into a sleepy state.
Both were unsure how long they laid there, but they eventually slept together, finding the situation odd, yet endearing.
Tingyun jovially skipped across the polished halls of the Xianzhou building, stacks of paper wrapped securely around her arms as she approached the Helm Master's Office. She knocked twice, and upon hearing the regular 'come in' from her maternal figure, she entered with a cheerful greeting. "Good Morning, Captain!"
"Morning," Much to Tingyun's surprise, Yukong was bright this morning. She normally seemed tired, exhausted, almost nonchalant at everything happening around her. Now, she seemed like a whole new person. She gave her Amicassador a smile, tilting her head and tapping the desk once. "Reports here, don't worry about arrangement, I'll get it done."
"Alright...?" Tingyun wondered for a moment as she approached, carefully examining her Captain from head to toe. You know, she was like me. Tingyun reminisced. Whenever I feel stressed, I would always see Caelus. Does Yukong have a special someone too?
"Tingyun?"
"Oh, sorry," Tingyun returned from her daydream and set the papers down. "I already arranged it, no need to worry."
"Thank you very much, my dearest daughter."
Dearest daughter. Tingyun blushed. "You've never called me that before. You really do see me as your own, huh...?"
Yukong chuckled, and nodded endearingly. "Always had."
Tingyun let out an emotional sigh, keeping her tears dammed up in her irises. She turned and walked away, skipping towards the entrance of the door. She turned around one last time, and asked, "You seem really happy today, Captain. Care to share with me your joy?"
Yukong chuckled, shaking her head. Below the desk, her hand was on her phone, reading a message that was just sent by a specific, gray-haired man. Tonight? Yukong turned back to the door, and gave Tingyun her answer.
"It's a secret."