Rating:

Explicit

Category:

F/F

Fandom:

MDZS/CQL

Relationship:

Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian

Tags:

cunnilingus, genderswap, monsterfucking

Stats:

Posted on:

2023-05-14

Words:

1,328

Around her, the air is cold. Lan Zhan huffs and winds her long, wintry body around Wei Ying’s. The warm press of her naked breasts is like a blanket, a comfort against Lan Zhan’s scales. Wei Ying giggles as she tightens, black fox tails bunching up like a bouquet of flowers.

“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, yes, I’m yours,” Wei Ying says with amusement. The snow perspires against Lan Zhan’s scales and undoubtedly beneath Wei Ying’s bare feet. Lan Zhan leans down, whiskers brushing against Wei Ying’s face. She giggles again.

“Are you trying to tickle me?” she says, and pats at Lan Zhan’s snout. “I’m not that easy, you know,” except she is, with the way she squeals when Lan Zhan leans down and licks down her spine. Her saliva drips down her back, to her tails. Wei Ying shivers, even though Lan Zhan knows that her saliva is warm.

Wei Ying’s tails flicker. “Ah, Lan Zhan,” she says, and raises her palms. Puts Lan Zhan’s face in her hands and rubs her nose against Lan Zhan’s snouts; opens her mouth and kisses her. Lan Zhan loves this, loves how small and dry Wei Ying is in comparison to her, licks into Wei Ying until Wei Ying pants, lets out a small moan.

Wei Ying pulls back. Her cheeks are red, redder with the snow around them. “Lan Zhan,” she says, catching her breath. “You’re so ridiculous. Who knew that my wife would want to ravish me all the time?” Still, she presses closer with the front of her body. Lan Zhan can feel where she’s wet. “My wife, my dragon.”

Lan Zhan licks down her body and Wei Ying sighs. Still standing on the snow between the serpentine loops of Lan Zhan’s body, she spreads her legs as Lan Zhan’s tongue prods between her thighs. Nudges in, long and slick.

“Lan Zhan always takes good care of me,” Wei Ying mumbles happily, and Lan Zhan trills, hungry and wanting, and proceeds to do just that.

…

A lick at Wei Ying’s cheek gently nudges her awake. She giggles, eyes still closed, curling towards it. Met with a face full of cloth, she bites at it gently, gets the robe damp—she gets a kiss on the forehead in return, then hands on her face, raising it up like the centerpiece of a flower, and a tender kiss on the mouth.

Wei Ying opens her eyes. The beautiful form of her wife graces her—or rather, Lan Zhan’s eyelashes, lowered as she kisses Wei Ying intently. “Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying says between their mouths, injecting as much love as she can. “Lan Zhan, good morning.”

Lan Zhan licks her lower lip. “Good morning,” she replies. Thumbs at Wei Ying’s cheek, kisses her again. Wei Ying feels like she’s watching from outside her body, Lan Zhan kissing her like she’s the most precious thing in the world to Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan often claims she is, but sometimes Wei Ying can’t believe it.

She rubs her cheek against Lan Zhan, her dark tails flickering behind her. “I’m so lucky to have you as my wife,” she says, as Lan Zhan’s fingers trail over her shoulders to her back, pressing the knobs on her spine. Lower and lower, until they cup her ass. Lan Zhan squeezes gently and Wei Ying giggles again. “You could have anyone else,” she says.

Lan Zhan’s fingers dig deeper, lingering on her crack. “There would be no one else,” she says, then leans and bites Wei Ying’s collarbone.

Wei Ying cries out—but it feels good, the sinking of Lan Zhan’s teeth, Lan Zhan licking over the mark. “Ah,” she says, shivering back on the bed. The Jingshi air is cool by default, but she feels warm, so warm when Lan Zhan lays her on her back, golden eyes flickering with dark intent as she hovers over her. “Lan-er jiejie,” Wei Ying says, flustered and breathless. “What are you going to do to me?”

There’s something like a smirk tugging at Lan Zhan’s lips. She would never be so obvious, but Wei Ying can see. “Wei Ying is only mine,” she says, and tears off Wei Ying’s robes like an animal.

They rip apart—Wei Ying would protest, if not for the way Lan Zhan immediately goes to her right breast, suckling at it while groping the other. She bites and bruises and Wei Ying’s making whining noises that can surely be heard outside of the Jingshi. Wei Ying moans and gasps; she feels it when Lan Zhan drags the hand that was squeezing her left breast over to her lips, wets her fingers as she mouths around Wei Ying, then drag that finger down, teeth lightly grazing Wei Ying’s nipple.

Wei Ying’s babbling, “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan,” only to be cut off with a squeal as Lan Zhan thrusts those two fingers inside of her. Without warning, she curls them and Wei Ying moans and twists, clenching and pushing her hips down, trying to get more in. Her tails flicker wildly as Lan Zhan’s fingers spread cruelly into her, hot and deep as she rests her chin on Wei Ying’s stomach, watching her reactions.

Lan Zhan seems pleased with what she sees, because soon she’s bending her head down, towards Wei Ying’s cunt, licking her clit with her fingers still inside. Wei Ying cries again as Lan Zhan tightens her lips, sucks as Wei Ying’s juices pour around her fingers, dribble down her hand. It’s so, so much and Wei Ying grabs her own breasts, squeezes them as she squirms on her destroyed robes and comes.

She’s not let up, though; Lan Zhan removes her fingers, only to replace them with her tongue. Bending down, she licks into Wei Ying’s pussy without fanfare or warning, diving in with the plush wetness of her lips. Almost automatically Wei Ying’s hands find Lan Zhan’s horns, sticking out from her temples; she holds on as Lan Zhan eats her out, desperately, hungrily. Her tails thrash wildly on the bed, in the air, stroking at Lan Zhan’s neck. Even though Wei Ying feels swollen and oversensitive, cunt throbbing against Lan Zhan’s mouth, Lan Zhan keeps going with the smooth, soft thrusts of her tongue, thumb rubbing at the bud of her clit, drenching her face and chin as Wei Ying rolls her hips, fists tightening around Lan Zhan’s unbreakable horns, practically riding her face.

It’s too much and that’s the best part of it, having Lan Zhan inside of her and feeling like it’s everywhere. Wei Ying’s barely conscious of the pleas and noises she’s making, lost in the sensations until her second orgasm comes like a sudden thunderstorm, shaking and wracking her body. It flashes behind her eyelids in a white of lightning, so good that she doesn’t realize she’s pressing her cunt harder onto Lan Zhan’s face until she’s come down, thighs still shivering and Lan Zhan still licking at her. Her tongue pads at her pussy lips thoughtfully as the skin along Lan Zhan’s forehead flashes white with scales, like Wei Ying’s sex and pleasure is enough to turn her into dragon form and take her again.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying exhales, but Lan Zhan doesn’t let up. Wei Ying feels too sensitive now, skin tingling as Lan Zhan runs her hands over Wei Ying’s thighs. “Lan Zhan, you’re—too much.”

Lan Zhan pulls away, face glistening. Her hands stay on Wei Ying’s thighs as she says, “I am Wei Ying’s.”

Wei Ying turns her face, blushes. Her torn black robes still lay around her; Wei Ying will bug Lan Zhan to buy her another set later. But she knows that Lan Zhan will buy her all the black robes in the world, if she wants. Lan Zhan is right. She is Wei Ying’s.

“And I am yours,” Wei Ying says, and Lan Zhan smiles, the sunlight bouncing happily in her golden eyes.