Into The Sea

Sexual content warning.

“Uncomfortable?” Lan Wu asked nervously. “Where do you feel uncomfortable?”

But the person in her arms only hung her head, humming and whimpering without a word. Lan Wu, supporting her waist, wasn’t sure if the medicinal wine had changed over the years. Relying on her memory of the Spring Passion Concentrate, she scooped Ji Lingyue up and carried her quickly toward the hot spring at the back of the palace.

As soon as they were immersed in the warm water, Ji Lingyue wrapped her arms around her waist and pinned her against the pool’s edge. Her hands slipped inside her loose robes, pressing against her waist through a thin layer of undergarment.

Lan Wu hummed in confusion, but as she lifted her eyes, she saw Ji Lingyue’s face drawing near. The red makeup from the wedding ceremony still adorned her face, adding a touch of allure to her usually plain features. Her rosy lips were also approaching, and she instinctively tilted her head back as the kiss landed on her slender neck. Lan Wu shivered, breathing slightly faster, and asked, puzzled, “Aren’t you… uncomfortable?”

“Yes,” Ji Lingyue murmured. “So uncomfortable…”

Lan Wu was even more confused. “Where are you uncomfortable?”

Ji Lingyue stifled a laugh. “My hands.”

After a moment of silence, Lan Wu’s eyes widened, and she grabbed Ji Lingyue firmly. “You’ve learned to tease me now, haven’t you?”

She flipped Ji Lingyue over, pinching her cheek with a mix of frustration and amusement. “Since when does an aphrodisiac make your hands uncomfortable?”

Ji Lingyue smiled lazily, “Isn’t that how it’s written in the stories?”

“How many stories have you even read?” Lan Wu huffed, releasing her grip and gently rubbing Ji Lingyue’s slightly flushed cheek. “You didn’t even taste the wine, yet you tricked me and made me worry so much.”

“Why worry? Whatever Elder Yao sent couldn’t be harmful. Besides, even if I had drunk it, what’s the big deal?” She poked Lan Wu’s chest playfully. “You’re right here, aren’t you?”

Lan Wu fell silent, gazing at Ji Lingyue’s radiant face. She couldn’t resist leaning in, but just before their lips met, she paused. “I think Feng Yi might come later to deliver…”

Before she could finish, Ji Lingyue pulled her down, and they both splashed into the water.

Glug glug glug…

As they sank into the water, Lan Wu’s legs transformed into a long, powerful tail, and faint scales appeared on her cheeks. Ji Lingyue stared at Lan Wu’s now even more enchanting face, cupping it gently and kissing her tenderly.

Compared to Lan Wu, who was still fully clothed, she was only wearing a pure white undergarment, which the mermaid easily tore apart, sending it floating to the bottom of the pool.

“Ah Yue,” Lan Wu whispered, nuzzling her ear, “Don’t use your magic, okay?”

Don’t use magic?

Ji Lingyue looked at her in confusion but hesitated for a moment before obediently withdrawing all her magical energy. Without the protection of her magic, the warm water rushed into her nose and mouth. She quickly held her breath, enduring the growing sense of suffocation, and clung to Lan Wu.

Now she couldn’t breathe or speak.

Lan Wu smiled faintly, lowered her head, and kissed her, her hands cupping and kneading the Ji Lingyue’s full breasts.

“Mmm…” Ji Lingyue let out a muffled groan, her gaze drifting downward to see the faint silver patterns on Lan Wu’s palms. They were likely the traces of scales, but they weren’t obvious or completely hard. As they rubbed against her breasts, they brought a strange pleasure.

She narrowed her eyes, her seductive moans crushed between their lips. She could only catch her breath by kissing Lan Wu. Several slippery tentacles quietly wrapped around her waist and thighs. Ji Lingyue instinctively clutched at Lan Wu’s red wedding dress, tensing as the rough sensation on her chest slid downwards, bracing herself for the caress to come.

Lan Wu’s hands kneaded Ji Lingyue’s firm butt, then slid between her legs. Feeling something different from the warm water, Lan Wu smiled, kissing Ji Lingyue’s tongue while her fingers explored deeper, parting the soft folds and slipping a finger inside.

Ji Lingyue let out a muffled moan, her legs floating aimlessly in the water. After a few futile kicks, she wrapped them around Lan Wu’s waist, her inner walls clinging tightly to Lan Wu’s fingers as they moved in and out, releasing a flood of wetness.

“Ugh…”

The pink entrance clenched around Lan Wu’s fingers, opening and closing with each thrust. Some of the pool water even seeped into her with the movements. Ji Lingyue frowned, her eyes gradually turning red, but she still couldn’t let out a satisfied moan. She clung to Lan Wu like a vine, her chest heaving, desperately trying to steal air from her mouth.

So obedient. She really wasn’t using magic.

Lan Wu held Ji Lingyue’s waist tightly, feeling the tension in her muscles and the occasional tremors. Naughtily, she pressed her palm against her swollen clitoris and began to rub. Ji Lingyue shivered violently, her legs squirming restlessly against Lan Wu’s waist, letting out small, animal-like whimpers.

“Mmm… mmm…”

Her vision blurred, and her kiss with Lan Wu grew erratic. Her hands gripped Lan Wu’s robe so tightly her knuckles turned white. But Lan Wu, relentless, bit Ji Lingyue’s lower lip, pinning her wrists against the pool’s edge with one hand while the other continued to thrust into her wet core.

How long had passed? The sounds of splashing water and the small sobs of the woman in her arms were the only sounds that broke the silence of the night. The night pearl cast a soft glow over the two figures entwined in the water, their bodies slick with sweat and water.

At last, the pleasure became too much to bear. Ji Lingyue whimpered, her body arching as she reached her peak. Her muscles tensed and released, sending tremors through her body. She felt a surge of heat between her legs as her orgasm washed over her.

The spasms subsided, leaving her limp and exhausted. She clung to Lan Wu, gasping for breath, tears streaming down her face.

“Lan Wu… slow, slower…”

Lan Wu chuckled, brushing her wet hair away from her face and pressing more kisses to her neck and shoulders. Ji Lingyue moaned softly, her palms rubbing against the embroidered patterns on Lan Wu’s wedding robe. Her inner walls clenched a few times, releasing another wave of wetness.

Finally, the arm submerged in the water stopped moving. Lan Wu kissed Ji Lingyue’s forehead and reached for her own robe, about to take it off, when Ji Lingyue stopped her. “Don’t…”

She finally caught her breath, her voice still hoarse. Her watery, narrow eyes looked at her pitifully. “I like it… I like you wearing… wearing this dress while you take me…”

Lan Wu paused, then obediently put her hand down. The finger still buried inside her wet opening, however, began to stir again. “Why?”

Ji Lingyue, being thrust into a few more times, moaned softly before finally understanding the question. “I just… like it…”

Lan Wu tilted her head, thinking for a moment. “In that case, I shouldn’t have taken off your clothes earlier.” She imagined Ji Lingyue in her wedding robe, being teased by her, and her face flushed with embarrassment. She nuzzled against Ji Lingyue’s neck, kissing her tenderly and leaned in to kiss the woman’s neck.

Ji Lingyue hugged her head, confused. Before she could ask, the finger buried inside her thrust forcefully. She couldn’t help but tighten her grip on Lan Wu’s shoulders, swaying her hips to meet her movements, stammering, “You… ah… be gentle…”

“You weren’t gentle with me a few days ago,” Lan Wu flipped her over, pressing down on her from behind. Without another word, she thrust into the still-quivering core without hesitation. Ji Lingyue moaned, her inner walls clenching around Lan Wu’s fingers. When Lan Wu slapped her butt, another wave of wetness gushed out.

The movement below paused, but a chuckle came from behind. Ji Lingyue’s face turned red, and she wished she could curl up into a tiny shrimp. But Lan Wu’s strong tail parted her legs, and her bottom were spread and kneaded mercilessly. Lan Wu cupped her sticky core from behind, playing with the sensitive clit between her fingers.

Ji Lingyue stiffened, squirming to escape but only rubbing against Lan Wu’s palm. “Ah… Lan Wu, don’t… don’t pinch… mmm…”

Lan Wu asked softly, “If I can’t pinch, should I lick it instead?”

Ji Lingyue paused, turning her head to look at Lan Wu with watery eyes, her voice soft. “Can you?”

Lan Wu chuckled. “How can I say no when you’re looking at me like that?”

She swam forward, embracing Ji Lingyue from behind, her arm wrapping around Ji Lingyue’s chest, almost enveloping her completely. “But I’ll lick you last.”

Her fingers, submerged in the water, parted Ji Lingyue’s folds, and a slippery tentacle slipped inside, stretching the outer lips until they turned pale. Ji Lingyue gripped Lan Wu’s arm tightly, her body trembling, tears falling silently.

Lan Wu glanced at her, amused. “If I cried as much as you, I wouldn’t have had to spend so many days searching for pearls.”

Ji Lingyue sobbed, both crying and scolding, “Hmm, don’t… don’t say that, ah!”

Lan Wu ignored her, the tentacle thrusting in and out rapidly, turning the pink flesh inside out. Even underwater, she could still hear the sound of wetness being squeezed out. Ji Lingyue’s face burned with embarrassment, her feet kicking futilely in the water, only to be caught by more tentacles wrapping around her ankles and thighs. A second tentacle teased her entrance, probing to slip inside.

Panicked, she quickly turned her head, kissing Lan Wu’s cheek like a pecking bird, pleading:

“It’s too much… I can’t… take it…”

“Who knows?” Lan Wu held her head, about to tease her further, when a knock came at the door. Ji Lingyue’s body stiffened, her breath hitching, but Lan Wu smiled, continuing to play with Ji Lingyue’s nipples as she called out, “Come in.”

With a creak, the door opened, and someone walked in. “Your Highness.”

Lan Wu hummed, feeling the rapid heartbeat under her palm. The second tentacle slipped silently into Ji Lingyue’s wet core, and Ji Lingyue shuddered violently, her tearful eyes turning back to look at her.

“I came to deliver the Hundred Flower Nectar,” Feng Yi hesitated, “Where should I put it?”

Squelch…

The tentacle’s slender tip pushed past the soft folds, stretching the tight entrance until it was round and full. Ji Lingyue gripped Lan Wu’s hand even tighter, her red-tinged eyes trembling as she closed them.

Lan Wu pretended to think for a moment. “Hundred Flower Nectar? What’s it for?”

Feng Yi was momentarily confused, wondering if the princess had forgotten something she had drunk since she was a child, but she obediently explained, “It sobers you up, refreshes the mind, and nourishes the body.”

Under the steaming water, the tentacle began thrusting in and out. Ji Lingyue’s body tensed, trying desperately not to make a sound, but she couldn’t stop the tentacle moving inside her or the faint, wet sounds from escaping.

Mmm, it feels so good…

Perhaps because of the tension, her wet walls were tightly gripping the tentacles, and she felt a pleasure that was even more intense than usual. She moaned, tears welling in her eyes, unsure if it was from pleasure or embarrassment.

Lan Wu glanced at her, noticing that in the short span of a few words, her body had turned as red as a cooked shrimp. Her heart softened, and she replied, “I see, just put it on the table.”

Feng Yi nodded, placing the nectar on the table before bowing and leaving the room.

As soon as she left, Ji Lingyue went limp, crying, “Faster… don’t… don’t stop…”