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Hwei realises very early on that she has caught affections for her guest. She watches, entranced by the way her guest draws a bow across the strings of her violin in front of an audience, the lot of them infatuated, ensnared by the woman. She has no soft features, cheeks sharp, highlighting sharper eyes that looked at the painter under a tree, a wicked smile carving across her lips when her song reached it’s crescendo, trapping Hwei in a sea that she couldn’t swim out of. Her siren song was sharp, driving into Hwei's spirit with every note like a knife into tofu until suddenly, it was over, and Hwei was left dazed under olive green trees of Koyehn, the summer balm sticky against her bare skin, cool to where her shoulders were exposed. She shivered, hurrying to sketch what it was Jhin made her see as the stagehand packed her violin back into her case, her audience -the musical students of Koyehn- adoring her, asking who it was that taught her how to play. Where it was that Jhin learnt to be a musician.
Hwei fumes, sketching faster as colours came to life on the page, a still life captured by her memory that was soon to vanish if she didn’t commit it down with charcoal and a touch of he own personal palette that instant. Jhin had broken eye contact with Hwei the moment her performance came to an end, leaving the painter breathless and restless as her foot rabitted against the grass, her free hand digging into her scalp as she wondered if the composition even made sense. Was it perfect? No, not by any means, but perfection was not something so easily achieved with just a moment’s sketch, maybe she could ask Jhin to play for her again and she could dedicate an afternoon- or even a whole day to paint the woman.
A shadow came over the painter, shading her further from the blistering summer sun, shadowing the face that peered down at Hwei so that only two amber eyes could be seen. Hwei was entranced, staring up blearily before her brain caught up to her actions.
“Hi,” Hwei’s voice was soft, practically inaudible as she recovered from her broken reverie. Oh that smile- Hwei loved that smile carving across the musician’s face. She was a virtuoso- a talent one only sees once a generation, there was no doubt about that.
“Did you enjoy my performance, dearest starlight?” Jhin’s voice was sweet, Hwei was delusional enough to think that the maestro only took that tone with her. But she must have other suitresses, other dames to call upon when she was in the area. Why else was Hwei so easily swept off her feet by the woman?
“Of course I did, your skill outshines that of even Master Qiu of the musical arts, between you and me, I reckon she may be fuming in the corner over there,” Hwei stated in a faux whisper, pointing to a non-descript, certainly fuming elderly woman staring daggers at Jhin’s muscular back.
“But you didn’t keep your eyes on me while I performed,” Jhin pouted, dark lips shiny with spit, hypnotising Hwei to stare. Oh dear- how she wanted to kiss the older woman. It seemed as if Jhin was caught in a trance as well, her eyes unfocused from the painter’s staring down at her chest. From where she stood, towering over the shorter lady, she had a full view of the dark-haired painter- her shoulders, her face, even the top of her breasts. Hwei blinked, snapping out of her trance to stand up. A light flush coloured her cheeks when she had the realisation where Jhin was staring as she dusted off the grass from her trousers, packing up the rest of her materials. Hwei had always been self-conscious about her appearance. She brought an arm up to scratch her face, squishing her chest together, watching as Jhin continued to stare eagerly. Was her chest too… small? For Jhin’s liking? She wasn’t used to revealing herself in such a manner, in fact, Hwei preferred to cover up and remain hidden so she wouldn’t attract the ire of her elders. But Jhin drew something from her that left the painter wanting for something more. Hwei had come to sit by the theatre after she had finished giving her lectures for the day on Jhin’s invitation to watch her perform. “Had something else deemed itself more important than me?”
“Only a sketch of yourself, Jhin.”
The maestro’s eyes widened, wanting to see what it was Hwei had made. But she couldn’t see, not yet. Instead, the two made their way up the spiralling tower of the temple, back to Hwei’s bedroom, avoiding the eyes watching them in disdain.
Between chaste touches and kisses on the cheek, Hwei was out of breath, looking out towards the corridor through her open bedroom door in anticipation for any of her elders who have caught up with her nefarious acts. Once satisfied (but never truly relieved) that they weren’t followed, Hwei locked the door shut before she was pushed against the worn wood once again, kisses seared against her lips and face as Jhin pushed her down, hungry, anticipating for something more . Calloused hands roamed the painter’s shorter frame, bullying under her various robes and silks to find any patch of skin to memorise. And Hwei felt every touch, shivering when Jhin rubbed circles into her waist while moulding their lips together, spreading her lip lacquer over Hwei’s lips, smearing dark pigment against her skin. Hwei could feel herself getting wet- excited easily with the promise of being adored, touched in bed by another. She couldn’t help it- while the other acolytes at the temple found it easy to bed one another, touch one another, Hwei as heir apparent must remain pure, focused on her art.
Exhaling shakily, Hwei sought to find purchase against the door, nails digging into the wood as Jhin continued her assault, now moving down to suck marks into Hwei’s neck, teeth grazing against the skin, biting down ever so slightly to draw a shaky moan from the painter. Her neck was no longer bare- it hadn’t been bare for three weeks now. Jhin has been at the conservatory for five weeks, it only took Hwei two weeks to find herself waking up in the maestro’s bed every other day, her neck and shoulders sore as the two have thoroughly explored one another where their clothes didn’t cover. One of Jhin’s hands snaked up her torso, over her breast where the mark of Koyehn lay embedded over a jade brooch. It was the only thing clasping Hwei’s cardigan together. When it was undone, Hwei’s cardigan and blouse fell away to reveal her inner shirt- barely hanging on to her arms and chest.
“Beautiful,” Jhin breathed, licking her lips, watching blithely as Hwei fought to breathe under her ministrations. Such a pretty flush coloured her cheeks- pale in the way the painter lacked sunlight or any life under her skin. It fascinated Jhin just how easily Hwei came to life with simple touches. And now, her reward was a lotus blooming under her palm. She would have liked for her newfound lotus to be hardier at the stem, to fight back more when Jhin plucked her from her little lake. That lake of course being the boring, uninspiring duties her elders saddled upon her shoulders. “Heir of the temple this” and “heir of the temple that”- oh please, Hwei was a talent they could have never comprehended nor appreciated in their lifetime. It was evident by how monotonous she could make her works despite having the ability to understand Jhin’s own train of thought.
Sometimes, Hwei understood Jhin better than the maestro understood herself.
Wasn’t that terrifying?
Hwei brought up her hands to hold Jhin’s face, guiding the virtuoso’s lips back to her’s in a chaste kiss. Once, to have a taste of the older woman on her tongue again as she swiped her tongue over Jhin’s lip, Then a second time to memorise the shape of her mouth, the shape of her teeth, just as Jhin had memorised hers weeks ago. Hwei wanted to be bold like the red in her palette, striking like the thunder she could conjure with a wave of her brush. One of her hands drifted to palm over Jhin’s chest, delighted to feel no bindings behind the wine of her blouse. Jhin hissed, her own hands moving to circle Hwei’s hips, a thigh between the painter’s legs for her to grind on. She desired the painter carnally, wanting to see what laid beneath her shell, she wanted to see everything Hwei had to offer before this place went up in flames in Jhin’s debut show.
Manicured nails dragged dully over the bud of Jhin’s chest, the nub pebbling long ago from arousal. But now the feeling was heightened, drawing pleasured sighs from the killer as they stripped one another further- Hwei of her hair ribbon, letting seaweed locks tumble down her back in waves; Jhin of the first few frog buttons of her blouse, revealing two mounds on her chest, eagerly appreciated by the painter.
“If you squeeze too tight, it doesn’t feel good,” Jhin cautioned between breaths, sitting Hwei on her lap. Hwei’s bed was far too large for the painter to sleep alone- no wonder Jhin often found the woman sneaking into her sheets though their bedrooms stood a floor apart. “Like this.”
Jhin was eager to demonstrate her own brushwork, grasping Hwei’s breast gently in her hand, fondling the flesh, thumbing over the pebbled nub through her clothes. She didn’t hold too tight- no, Jhin kept her touch light, featherlike as her fingers ghosted over the top of Hwei’s shirt, going down to play with her chest, kneading, groping Hwei to draw all sorts of noises from her. Jhin’s favourite must be the whines the painter releases, needy and high pitched, when she pinched a nipple through her top, tutting when she realised she could see the border over the hem, dusty pink peeking out ever so slightly.
“You’re naughty, Hwei. What are you doing going around the temple without binding these obscene things?” To prove a point, Jhin squeezed the other breast she hadn’t thoroughly investigated yet, finding them to be just as sensitive as the other.
“You like my chest? Don’t you think they’re too much?”
“Fat breasts are evidence of opulence! And you, my dear, have seemed to indulge too much, they’re obscenely large, and sensitive too.”
“They’re sensitive because you keep molesting them, pervert.”
“You enjoy it. Have you seen how you sing when I massage them? It’s a shame your preferences don’t let me see them. What shall it be today?” Jhin hummed, content to knead and grope Hwei, worship her through her clothes as Hwei continued her novice attempts to pleasure the maestro back. They had until summer to memorise each other’s bodies after all. Maybe Hwei would make something of herself yet and Jhin wouldn’t have to kill her- yet. Hwei bit her bottom lip, worrying the skin between her teeth as Jhin continued to grope her chest. She was content- or at least, she thought she was content. But her legs were spread wide to saddle herself on Jhin’s lap, her cunt soaking through her trousers minutes ago since the musician started to fondle her chest. The cheshire grin Jhin had told Hwei that she already knew how wet her companion was, but she didn’t snake a hand down to her crotch, waiting for Hwei to make the first move.
“How about a bath?”
“Oh?”
“You’ve just been so good at performing for the crowd, I want to pamper you, that’s all,” Hwei made up an excuse quickly, pressing her chest against Jhin’s as she pressed another kiss to the older woman’s lips. She was too embarrassed to say it was because she was scared to let Jhin see her naked in bed- at least in the bath, Hwei could hide herself in the water and in towels. But it seemed Jhin had different ideas. Her kisses were rough, fingers digging into Hwei’s hips as she guided the both of them to the private bath attached to Hwei’s room. Perhaps, sleeping with the temple’s heir had it’s perks. For one, Jhin could abuse Hwei’s chest anytime she wanted, knowing that her lotus would never deny her that pleasure, even if she was limited to fondling the younger woman only through her clothes. And of course, a private bath in the ground fit for more than just two women.
One by one, their clothes fell away from their bodies in a heap on the floor. The bath aspect of their activities reminded the two that they had to strip free of their garments, not that either of them minded. Well that was a lie, Hwei minded very much, ducking behind a changing screen that Jhin found odd. Why have one in the bath when this was meant to be the temple heir’s private and personal bath? She supposed the painter may have had other paramours in the past, or perhaps it was the aesthetic of the screen that tied the whole room together. The walls were solid wood, lacquered to protect it against the steam and moisture. The floors were tiled with some sort of material Jhin couldn’t quite place on her tongue, but it felt solid under her feet as she stepped out of her trousers and blouse, already undone by Hwei moments ago.
Behind her, Jhin could hear the painter fussing with something, did she have even more layers? Unlikely, but alas Jhin the virtuoso, was a bonafide voyeur when it came to Hwei. She watched, licking her lips when she watched the outline of the painter’s bum shake and wave like a flag behind the privacy screen. When Hwei turned to the side to hang up her clothes, Jhin could appreciate the outline of her chest, perked, heavy in Jhin’s hands. She could still feel the softness of the flesh, the warmth of Hwei’s skin on the palm of her hand. Spirits- Jhin could feel her head burst from arousal. If only her face was hidden behind her mask, her throat asphyxated by the lovely eel-leather at that moment, then Jhin would be in pure heaven. But alas, indulgences must be put aside for the sake of a perfect performance. She couldn’t spoil her entrance yet without learning all she could of this boorish temple. But, no one would smite her for indulging in their lotus bloom, would they?
“Jhin?” Hwei called out, peeking her head out from the screen, “you can- oh, I see you’ve changed already.”
“We’re both grown women here, surely you don’t feel shy , do you?” Jhin’s voice held a bite as she washed her hair by a wooden spout. Ionian architecture remains constant in the way that her fellow countrymen relied on the will of the trees and the spirits to form their homes and in the case of Koyehn- their plumbing. But Jhin didn’t complain, the water in Ionia always had a certain purity that no other continent could replicate. She could feel Hwei staring- she knew she was hideous. But really? She need not make it obvious. “Don’t like what you see?”
“Mhm, the opposite,” Hwei settled behind Jhin, kneeling on the tiled floor to lather the virtuoso’s hair, pressing her lips to a soapy shoulder. “I like it too much.”
Jhin froze when she felt Hwei press up against her back, unwittingly pinned into place as Hwei got to work washing her hair and scrubbing her back. The scent of ink and musk was replaced by the clean scent of soap, something flowery that Jhin couldn’t place her finger on. It wasn’t something she would find in the brothels in Piltover or in Zhyun, or anywhere that she could recall in Ionia. It was relaxing, threatening to lull the virtuoso to sleep as Hwei pressed her chest against her bare back, soft hands coming around Jhin’s waist to lather her skin at the abdomen before they travelled up, hovering for a moment above her smaller chest before Jhin pressed her hands against Hwei’s.
“I don’t mind,” Jhin rasped looking out the corner of her eye to see what Hwei could be thinking. But her hair was blocking her view. Was Hwei lathered and wet like her? Or was her hair still dry and put up to be washed another day? “Do you?”
“No- no,” Hwei pressed her boundaries, squeezing her fingers into Jhin’s chest, gasping when she realised the woman was more muscular than she thought. She groped, trying to feel for the killer, delighted to be met with a mixture of soft and firm flesh, the duality and all its contradictions spurring her on. Jhin sighed, reaching a hand behind for Hwei’s face, turning her head to give the painter a kiss that toed the line of devourement. She was hungry, her cunt watering at the thought of being able to frot against Hwei’s thigh, or even at the thought of the woman beneath her, quivering as her cunt was eaten like the finest fruit. Whilst Jhin’s eyes remained wide open, watching for her lotus’s expressions, filting across her face like dappled sunlight; Hwei’s eyes had fluttered shut, her eye movements erratic as Jhin deepened the kiss, tasting the painter under her tongue, nipping her tongue, her lips. “Jhin, please.”
“Please what, my dear?” Jhin pulled away, watching as a string of spit connected them before it snapped. Hwei’s breasts were pressed against her back, squished between her arms. How divine, how obscene. “I thought you wanted to make me clean?”
“I do,” Hwei pressed closer, leaning her chin on Jhin’s shoulder, mouthing against the older woman’s neck lightly, not daring to look down.
“Do you want to be made clean?”
Jhin trailed her hand down to ghost over Hwei’s damp skin, dull nails scratching lightly, sending shivers up and down Hwei’s spine. Jhin’s hand settled on Hwei’s, guiding her hand to squeeze the maestro’s breast lightly, teasing the hardened bud, savouring the flesh. Was Hwei flushed because of where her hands were? Or was she flushed from the heat of the steaming bath? Jhin didn’t know, but she enjoyed the dazed look she gave her paramour, desired to see what other expressions Hwei could make. Would she look on in horror if Jhin sliced her abdomen open under careful anaesthesia? Would she look at Jhin, terrified if she showed the painter her true performances? Or would she be aroused, dazed and eager as she was now?
Jhin’s other hand drifted sidewards to Hwei’s thigh, dull nails dragging up her skin, taking in how they were soft under Jhin’s hand. She groped and squeezed what she could, drawing surprised gasps from Hwei that she eagerly swallowed. Where Jhin pushed, Hwei pulled away, overwhelmed by the onslaught. All of her senses were under attack- all she felt and saw was Jhin , on her lips, on her thighs, in her hands, in her cunt- left forgotten, aching and dripping. She couldn’t see, her eyes squeezed shut as she squeezed her thighs together rhythmically, unsure if she was trying to pleasure her cunt or to stop the flow of slick from dripping out of her cunt.
How curious, would Hwei mind if Jhin’s hand drifted higher? If she were to dip her fingers between her thighs, palming over curled, emerald hairs over her cunt, exploring lower with her hand with the promise that she would pleasure Hwei with her lips if only she asked? Well, Jhin didn’t get the opportunity to ask, the moment she dipped her hands between Hwei’s legs, the painter yelped, clamping her thighs shut around the older woman’s wrist, pulling away form their heated kiss.
“Bath! Bath, we’re supposed to take a bath, right?” Hwei scampered away from Jhin, stumbling over her feet before she (miraculously) made it into the steaming pool, her seaweed-like hair floating in the water before she eventually sunk. Jhin looked at her fingers, bringing them up to the light to examine closely. They were wet and sticky, certainly not with water. Amber eyes shone in the light, wanting a taste of the woman in front of her.
“Patience, Jhin, patience,” the maestro muttered to herself, sinking into the bath with Hwei, watching how her chest was now revealed wholly to the maestro. God, she needed to ruin that woman.
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Hwei sat painfully still in her bath.
She wasn’t one to usually share a bath, in fact, she wasn’t usually one to share anything with anyone, preferring her own company where she was allowed to paint whatever she wanted in peace. But now here she was, sharing a bath with a woman she only met weeks ago just because she thought she was too attractive and because she thought she had the balls to finally ask Jhin for something more than just kisses and heavy petting. Good job Hwei! Way to go Hwei!
Jhin, on the other hand, had not taken her eyes off of the painter.
The water was not opaque, it was very, very transparent with only the occasional cloud of foam and the ripples from the spout interrupting her view. Hwei’s chest was in full view, and Jhin, the ever unfortunately enamoured pervert, was caught in a trance. They were simply just so…obnoxious to look at. Compared to her own chest, Hwei breasts told Jhin much about of her upbringing. She surely was the temple heir, never left wanting for shelter, food or education. She was more than just pampered, she was spoilt rotten. Wading closer Jhin, knew very well what Hwei wants, she sees Hwei’s eyes darting from her chest to her cunt then to the older woman’s face, her cheeks flushed.
“My dear, you don’t have to stare, your words are not a scarce resource,” Jhin rested one elbow on the edge of the pool, her cheek in her palm as she observed. She was so, so entertained by how shy Hwei remained, despite how easily she seduced Jhin into her bed on more than one occasion. The pool itself was not as poorly designed as she thought- it maintained a similarity to the ones further west in the world where they were tiled with ceramic with seats inside. This one, while not tiled with ceramic, maintained convenient seating for soaking. Lavish and opulent like the bounty Jhin set her eyes on as she reached a free hand to hold Hwei’s cheeks. “What do you want from me?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“This is the first time I’ve seen you naked, not that it matters with how often you come to me dressed.”
Hwei pressed in to kiss Jhin first, finally breaking whatever final lock she had in her mind. Jhin gasped, surprised that her lotus had started blooming far earlier than she thought. The virtuoso thought Hwei would need to be coaxed more- perhaps with a calloused hand massaging her breasts, praising how large and soft they were. Or perhaps by burying her fingers in Hwei’s cunt to give her a taste of what she could have. Instead, Jhin found herself straddled by the smaller woman, hands cradling the back of her head, the other groping Jhin’s chest. Both women found their tongues molding against one another, licking into each other’s mouths, memorising, learning what drew noises from one another. In a bold stroke, Hwei found herself nipping Jhin’s lower lip, showing just how much attention she was paying to the woman earlier when they had started their tryst in Hwei’s bedroom. Jhin moaned loud, dipping her hand down into the water into her cunt, fingers spread into a ‘V’ to rub over her clit. But the electrifying pleasure wasn’t what Jhin wanted.
Jhin pulled away, breathing heavily as she watched how Hwei’s makeup was smudged from the steam and water. If she could make the painter cry from pleasure, have her makeup run from tears, that would certainly be the most ideal crescendo for their performance. Even now, Hwei was alluring, lips parted wide as if to accept a cock into her mouth or to continue kissing Jhin. The former idea was… interesting for the maestro. She must purchase a phallus later- see how Hwei would accept one into her mouth if Jhin was the one guiding it into her. But that was an idea for later.
Moving to hold Hwei’s thighs, Jhin stood up from the water with the painter, a brazen show of strength that the killer would find uncooth hours later. In that moment, she didn’t care. Hwei gasped, yelping as she clung onto her companion as she was sat on the cold floor, her aching cunt finding relief on cold, wooden floor. She thought Jhin was to kiss her once again, finding satisfaction in the currents and Jhin’s rubbing her lips and her mouth moulding against the ravenette’s. But instead, Jhin retreated to the water, kneeling on the bench below so that her lips were level with Hwei’s cunt and thighs.
“Oh.” was the thought that ran through Hwei’s head, emerald hair strands sticking to her face and back, the very same hue sprouting from her cunt in wiry strands. Where Jhin was hairless, Hwei had strands all over- what if Jhin didn’t like it?
“Whatever you want, you can ask,” Jhin’s voice was sickeningly sweet, not matching the menacing look she held in her eyes as she stared Hwei down. It was as if the painter had encountered a beast set on eating her, devouring her until all that was left was chewed on bones.
“What if what I ask for is too much?”
“Is there such thing as too much when it comes from you?” Jhin placed a wet kiss on one of Hwei’s thighs, parting them so she could hold the painter by the waist, anchoring her with her strength and weight. “Delightful, I could show you many things that your
masters
would never know about. It would help greatly with your art, wouldn’t you like that?”
“I don’t… know. What if I hurt someone again?”
“You won’t,” Jhin placed another kiss in between Hwei’s thighs, edging closer to Hwei’s cunt. She tasted different- smelling deeply of her own scent, unadulterated by the perfumes and paints Hwei surrounded herself with. It was muskier, tasting like salt on her tongue when Jhin licked a long stripe up from her inner thigh to her lips. “If you did, wouldn’t that just be part of the bigger performance?”
“Jhin, please…”
“Please, what?” Jhin looked up from beneath her eyelashes, raven strands sticking to her forehead and cheeks. Hwei looked divine from here, her face obscured by the swell of her breasts. Oh- she wouldn’t mind if Jhin took a bite, did she? It was all part of the performance after all. Her lips enclosed around one of Hwei’s nipples, delighting in the salty taste of her skin, perfumed by the bath and her own, bona fide scent. Jhin’s hand had a mind of it’s own, snaking up to Hwei’s chest to pinch and pull the nub, drawing pained, aroused whimpers from the younger woman. Oh how she wanted to fuck Hwei so bad- had it been any other woman, Jhin would have doused her head in a bucket of cold water to ruin her own arousal. Carnal desire was a feeling that tainted her focus and her art. But when it was the only other person in the world who understood her, was Jhin to look a gift horse in the mouth? “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want, little lotus.”
Hwei didn’t want to look down, she was certain her orgasm would hit her in the face if she did. Was she dizzy from the bath or from this fiend of a woman, sucking at her breast and pinching the other, drawing such unbecoming noises from her? Jhin bit her chest again, moving up to suckle a mark on her skin where her cardigan and blouses didn’t cover. For every second of her silence that passed, Jhin drew out more noises from the painter by biting and sucking marks onto her chest and sucking at the hardened nubs until they were sore and swollen, more puffy than Hwei could have gotten when she touched herself on too many lonely nights. She felt wanted, seen by the temple’s guest, undressed down to her bones, left to dry and be inspected.
“Take me, Jhin. I want you to take me,” Hwei rasped, moaning loudly when Jhin circled her lips around Hwei’s clit, red and swollen from having been ignored for the past few minutes. At some point, the painter was coaxed to lay down against the floor, heaving as Jhin sucked her clit, placing a suffocating kiss to it as if she were kissing Hwei again. Fingers dug into Hwei’s thigh, nails digging and scratching marks onto the skin, raising welts with every drag Jhin took.
Jhin spent a good moment sucking, her slurps were just as loud as Hwei’s own singing, echoing in the bath for (hopefully) no one but eachother to hear. The water rippled with their combined movements, the surface splashing as Hwei kicked, a pleasured spasm running through her when the killer flattened her tongue against the swollen bud, licking and sucking as if she were eating soup dumplings. Jhin moaned, her voice muffled but the strong vibrato of her voice had Hwei gushing fluid out of her pussy, juices staining on Jhin’s chin and breast when they dripped down against the walls of the pool where Jhin had pressed her chest against. Amber eyes were open, looking adoringly at the painter while the other had her multi-hued eyes clamped shut, lips parted into an ‘O’ as her hands grasped at nothing, finding no comfort nor grounding in the wave she was caught in. But Jhin was growing bored, wanting to know how much more she could pull from her paramour. She pulled away shiny lips, remarking to herself how covered Hwei was. While Jhin preferred her own sex hairless, smooth so that it made oiling herself and putting on her eel-skin suit easier; she liked Hwei in this debauched, ethereal state, where her cunt flowed with her arousal, her skin flushed and perfumed like a portrait painted with the hue of camellias. It was pornographic even- like the novels she bought the moment she was free of her father’s grasp. Better than what her mind could conjure when she was in Tuula. Had she been free to roam Ionia in her twenties, Jhin was certain she would have debauched Hwei earlier, her artistic soulmate.
Soulmate?
What a funny word.
Hiking one of Hwei’s thighs onto her shoulder, Jhin inhaled deeply, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. How divine , if she could bottle Hwei’s sex, inhale it and wear as perfume, how delightful all her days would be. Hwei’s folds were parted, revealing slick and shiny velvety flesh that had Jhin flattening a pink tongue against, taking long, repeated swipes up to the clit. She was deliberately slow, refusing to poke the tip into the painter’s folds. Her actions drew pleasured sighs from Hwei until those noises became frustrated. Blunt teeth grazed against the reddened swollen skin, nipping gently as Jhin brought a hand up to trace Hwei’s sex lightly. Her skin was wet and soft, the hairs dampened and wiry against Jhin’s fingers. She dipped a finger lightly into the folds as she continued kissing Hwei, moving away from her clit to make love to the rest of her skin and cunt, grinning when she realised how wet Hwei was. Was she untouched? Kept pure like the chrysanthemums used at a funeral, white as snow? A lotus yet to be plucked fully?
Eagerly, Jhin slid a finger in, watching as Hwei gasped, her chest stuttering when she realised she was going to be deflowered that day.
“I wonder if anyone has seen you like this, darling,” Jhin sighed, blowing air towards Hwei’s clit, maniacle grin growing wider as Hwei’s cunt wept more, her hole stretched and twitchng. “Has anyone touched you like I have? Fucked you like this?”
Hwei nodded her head shakily, crying when Jhin curled her finger up into a ribbed, velvet spot in her sex.
“How many have fucked you like I have? Surely your shyness must have been a facade. Or perhaps- you were wild, promiscuous in your youth?” Jhin laughed, shoving a second finger in even if she knew Hwei wasn’t loose enough yet. “It doesn’t matter, I’m the only one you should be thinking about now.”
“Ah! It hurts,” Hwei sobbed, wanting to draw her legs overself to hide, but she was held down and open, the pain fading to something duller, more enjoyable when she realised Jhin was sucking her clit in ernest with her fingering. It was an onslaught of sensations that had the hues in Hwei’s eyes swirling in shades of pink and gold and red, a mixture of colours that painted new images in Hwei’s mind. “Jhin, oh Jhin…”
“Hmm?” The ravenette looked up from her suckling, battling pretty amber eyes at Hwei as if she wasn’t devouring the painter sinfully like a succubus. She came off the woman with a loud ‘pop!’, her fingers continuing their movements that had Hwei’s eyes rolling back into her head and her toes curling into the soles of her feet. “You’re divine, your cunt is but the only fruit I need.”
“Don’t say that-”
“But it’s true, isn’t it?” Jhin returned to licking with vigour, flattening her tongue and applying as much pressure as she could to the tip, drawing loud whines from Hwei who sobbed when Jhin found a way to slip a third finger into her hole. “If I had a cock to fuck you with, you would be bent in half, fucked in the theatre for everyone to see.”
Jhin pulled her fingers out until only the tips reamined dipped in Hwei’s folds before she slipped them in again, mimicking what she would do to the woman if she had a penis.
“You would be pregnant by me if I were a man- but even as I am, I could fuck you until you wished you were pregnant by me, wouldn’t that be perfection?” Hwei sobbed as Jhin continued to talk, her thighs threatening to suffocate Jhin. “Koyehn’s perfect and lovely heir- your elders will probably set up an arranged marriage for you if you aren’t wed soon, but they don’t know their perfect princess has been fucked like a slut by another woman.”
“Jhin please- I’m so close,” Hwei busied her hands in Jhin’s hair, on her chest tweaking her nipples, groping herself like how Jhin groped her. “I can’t cum, I can’t-”
“Oh but you can,” pressing upwards, Jhin sucked on Hwei’s clit hard, her fingers rubbing vigorously into the velvet ribbed spot in Hwei’s sex until the painter screamed, her thighs clamping shut around Jhin’s face as she came, squirting all over the virtuoso’s face.
Hwei gasped and sobbed, her chest stuttering as Jhin continued to fuck her through her orgasm. She had no feeling in her legs, her toes having gone numb ever since she came. Her vision was blurry and she was dazed, counting the number of branches crossing the ceiling, the number of stars in her vision as her ears was filled with the sound of Jhin pulling away, the water washing her slick.
A shadow came over the painter, a gentle hand pushing away her wetted bangs so that Jhin could see all of her flushed and ruined face. Wanting the painter to taste herself, Jhin leaned down to press a kiss on Hwei’s lips, licking into her mouth, not expecting a fight from the weakened woman. It would be a while before Hwei regained her strength, Jhin thought, smirking as she saw the marks she left on Hwei’s chest. Her neck remained bare- but she could always change that.
“Is that how I taste?” Hwei rasped, drawing Jhin’s gaze to her face, streaked with makeup and tears.
“Is there a problem?”
“I’m salty,” Hwei tried to sit up, wincing when pain shot up from her bum to her spine, “a little sour…”
“If you actually ate on time and drank more water, you would taste better,” Jhin snorted, wiping her face on the back of her hand. “I don’t mind it, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“You don’t?”
“No. Get up, you need to bathe,” Jhin’s words lacked feeling, yet she knelt down to carry Hwei to the spout where they were earlier.
Hwei wonderd if Jhin would let her eat her cunt out next…
She’d have to ask when her legs weren’t jelly and when she didn’t have makeup running down her face.