Into The Sea

Sexual content warning. Rape Warning.

Lan Wu extended her tongue, licking along Ji Lingyue’s trembling slit. Ji Lingyue shuddered, lowering herself to rub against Lan Wu’s lips, breathlessly commanding, “Go inside…”

Lan Wu obeyed, Lan Wu pushed her tongue into the warm, swollen folds.

“Ah… Yes…”

Ji Lingyue’s eyes fluttered closed, her moans growing louder, as if she wanted to make sure Lan Wu heard every sound, instinctively saying those lewd words, “So good… Lan Wu, you’re licking so deep…”

She whimpered for a while, then looked down through hazy eyes at Lan Wu, her voice husky, “Move…”

Lan Wu’s eyelashes trembled. Her hand reached down, her fingers mercilessly pinching Ji Lingyue’s clit as her tongue thrust deep inside her, lapping at the sensitive flesh. The rough treatment only seemed to heighten Ji Lingyue’s pleasure. Her arousal flowed freely, her thighs slick and wet. She writhed on Lan Wu’s face, sweet moans escaping her lips.

After a while, Ji Lingyue grabbed a handful of Lan Wu’s hair, her body trembling as she sank lower.

Her juices splattered onto Lan Wu’s face. Lan Wu looked up, and as Ji Lingyue panted, she opened her lips and sucked on the swollen nub.

“Ah!”

Ji Lingyue cried out, startled by the intensity, and tried to pull away, but Lan Wu held her waist, her teeth grazing the sensitive clit. Her other hand slid down, easily slipping into the tight, hot passage slick with Ji Lingyue’s arousal.

Still with her eyes closed, Lan Wu flipped Ji Lingyue onto her back, releasing the swollen nub to climb up and suck on one swollen nipple.

Ji Lingyue arched her back, her hands climbing up Lan Wu’s back, her legs wrapping around Lan Wu’s waist. “Lan Wu, kiss me…”

Lan Wu paused, then lifted her head, her wet lips meeting Ji Lingyue’s in a soft kiss, sucking on her tongue, their breaths mingling. Ji Lingyue tightened her arms around her, kissing her passionately, her legs opening wider to give her more room.

“Mm… ah…”

Lan Wu’s fingers delved deeper with each thrust, coated in slick juices. Ji Lingyue trembled, her eyes shut as she curled up in Lan Wu’s arms. But Lan Wu seemed like a puppet, only mechanically pleasing her without initiating kisses or hugs.

Ji Lingyue had demanded that Lan Wu behave like a puppet, but now felt a pang of sadness because Lan Wu wasn’t acting on her own.

She bit her lip, her vision blurring as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. “Stop…” she whimpered.

The word seemed to break the spell. Lan Wu froze, her eyes flying open. She pulled away, her chest heaving, her gaze fixed on Ji Lingyue’s face.

Lan Wu’s pale face was splattered with juices, her eyes shimmering with both tears and rising anger.

Ji Lingyue looked at her with red-rimmed eyes, appearing even more pitiful.

“How could you…” Lan Wu’s body trembled, her voice hoarse, “What do you think I am?”

Her mind was a mess, wanting to push Ji Lingyue away, but the woman clung to her, mumbling, “Don’t go…”

This time, there was no forced control, no manipulation of the bond. And yet, Lan Wu stiffened, her body instinctively pulling away. When she realized what she was doing, her eyes widened—then narrowed in anger, a surge of resentment stabbing straight to her heart.

Lan Wu stared at Ji Lingyue’s flushed face, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breaths. Suddenly, she leaned in and almost recklessly sealed their lips together. Ji Lingyue instinctively parted her lips, her long lashes fluttering. The mermaid’s silver hair cascaded around them, her beautiful, delicate face also flushed, but her eyes… her eyes held a storm of emotions Ji Lingyue had never witnessed before.

As they kissed, Lan Wu looked deeply into Ji Lingyue’s eyes and bit down on her lip in a vengeful manner.

Ji Lingyue let out a muffled moan as Lan Wu pressed her down onto the rough sand. Something unfamiliar invaded her between her legs, filling her up.

Lan Wu pinned her down, her hair swaying as she let out a hoarse laugh. “Is this what you wanted? Hmm?”

She thrust a few times and said through gritted teeth, “Master?”

Ji Lingyue pursed her lips, her body jerking with each thrust. The friction turned her pale skin bright red, somewhat painful, yet the pleasure was undeniably real and intense.

Sweat glued her disheveled hair to her face. She lowered her head, tears silently falling, unwilling to make a sound.

A sharp slap landed on her ass, leaving a stinging red mark. Her body responded instantly, muscles clenching around Lan Wu’s fingers, a slick of arousal wetting her entrance.

Lan Wu paused, slowly rotating her fingers, grinding against the folds, drawing out more fluid. “You enjoy this so much…”

“N-No… ah…” Ji Lingyue bucked against her hand, her legs trembling as honey dripped down, almost as if she were losing control. Lan Wu bent over, her cool hair brushing against Ji Lingyue’s butt, making her shiver and tighten further.

The movements became rougher and more intense, the sound of wet friction filling the air. Ji Lingyue, rubbed raw by the sand, started to sob, trying to crawl forward on her knees. “Lan Wu…”

With her movements, Lan Wu’s fingers were slowly pushed out, coated in slick arousal, revealing the swollen, glistening flesh. With a cold expression, Lan Wu grabbed her waist and pulled her back, filling her up again.

Ji Lingyue cried out, her mind blank with pleasure as her lower body gushed uncontrollably. Lan Wu ignored her, moving her hand down to pinch Ji Lingyue’s engorged clit, roughly rubbing it.

Ji Lingyue trembled uncontrollably, her moans turning to sobs. “Lan Wu… please… no more…”

Lan Wu bit her lip and sneered. “If you don’t want it, then command me again, give me that damn order.”

She flipped Ji Lingyue over, spreading her spasming legs, and plunged back into the flowing wetness. The tender flesh was being ravaged, Ji Lingyue trembled, clutching at her shoulders and crying, her eyes red with tears, feeling deeply wronged. “Lan Wu…”

“Why are you crying?” Lan Wu asked, her voice a low growl. She tilted Ji Lingyue’s chin up, forcing her to meet her gaze. “Isn’t this what you wanted, Ji Lingyue?”

Ji Lingyue sobbed, burying her face in Lan Wu’s shoulder. “Don’t be angry…”

Lan Wu stared at her. “Break the contract, and I won’t be angry.”

Ji Lingyue froze, then shook her head, her voice choked. “No.”