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Cooking with Xiangling meant being surrounded by fragrant aromas ranging from spicy, sweet, sour, and crispy. It also meant you were guaranteed to end up a mess.
A day of foraging for ingredients for Xiangling’s next bold dish has led up to a boiling pot over a steady fire and the sizzle of meat on a grill. The young woman comes bouncing up behind you with the bell on her ribbon jingling as you hear her approach.
“Mmm, smells scrumptious,” she giggles, looking over your shoulder as her hands snake around your waist. “You’re getting good at that.”
You can feel her golden eyes watching as your skilled fingers crimp the edges of the dumplings. It wasn’t long ago when your dumplings always came undone or had the contents bursting through the dough. The dumplings are pleated with folds that spiral around the tip, and your hands are coated in the white flour.
“You’re a natural at cooking anything,” you laugh softly as you roll the edges of the last dumpling. You set it into the bamboo steamer and turn to face the chef. “I’m always worried I’ll mess something up.”
Xiangling pouts. “You could never! Cooking is more fun when you’re doing it with someone. Whether the food turns out good or not, I think making it is more memorable.”
Smiling warmly at her, you place your hands on her hips and rub noses with a soft laugh before giving her a peck on the lips. Xiangling is beaming from ear to ear like it’s the first time you’ve ever kissed her. You take your hands off her waist and see white handprints left from the flour on your palms.
“Ah, sorry,” you gasp, looking for a towel or cloth somewhere. “I forgot my hands were dirty.”
Xiangling gives a nonchalant shrug. “I always get messy while cooking. Here.” She pats her hands on the wood board caked in flour and leaves her own handprints on your thighs. “See? Now we’re both messy.”
“Wh- Hey!” You exclaim, glaring at her innocent expression. You turn and pinch a bit of flour and flick at her, and she squeals with laughter. “Take that!”
Flour is flecked across her face like freckles now. Xiangling scoops a handful of flour and flings it at you, and it lands like powdery rain in your hair. You shake your head, and specks of white go in every direction. Xiangling snorts with suppressed laughter.
“You know, Miss Chef, you’d better get those dumplings in the wok or all the water is going to evaporate off,” you say in a fake stern voice, putting your hands on your hips and shifting your weight.
Horror flits across her features. “Shoot!” She gasps, darting over to grab the bamboo steamer, gently letting it sit in the wok and fans the flames under it for a minute.
You take the opportunity to check the strips of spring onions on the stone grill, brilliantly flaky and crisp around the edges. You pluck them up and flip them over, listening to them sizzle as the uncooked sides meet the grill. Xiangling is on the other side of your make-shift kitchen, lifting the lid off the rice pot and sniffs the steam that wafts up.
Seizing your chance, you silently slice a thin wedge of butter. You pull the tip of the knife towards yourself and aim the handle in Xiangling’s direction before letting the tip go and watch the butter go flying. It hits her in the back of the neck and slips down her back as she lets out a surprised shriek.
“That was cold!” She whirls around to look at your guilty expression. Her eyes scan over the ingredients in arms reach and she settles on a glob of hydro slime concentrate. You hardly have enough time to react as she scoops it into her palm and chucks it in your direction. It hits you smack in the chest, leaving a gooey wet mark on your clothes.
“Xiangling, you are lucky this wasn’t pyro slime extract or I would pour ice cubes directly down the back of your shirt,” you threaten playfully, swiping the slime off your chest.
She makes the mistake of turning her back on you to stir the frying rice. “There’s no ice cubes here, silly,” she giggles. “Ice would just melt in whatever I make.”
“No, but there are mist flowers,” you say slyly, hands hidden behind your back as you clutch the flower by the stem. Xiangling whirls around and gets a faceful of frosty mist from the bulb.
She splutters and sneezes before fixing you with a serious look. “Hey, you just wasted that mist flower! I was going to use that!”
“I’ll collect more, don’t worry,” you snicker and peck her cheek. “I know you don’t use mist flowers for dumplings and fried rice.”
Xiangling taps her chin. “No, but I have thought about what dipping a soup dumpling in a mist flower-infused sauce would taste like. I’d probably have to substitute the qingxin with-”
Before Xiangling can finish her sentence, the wok makes a rattling sound, drawing both of your attention. There’s a deafening noise that makes your ears ring for a second, and everything is cast in a black haze.
The both of you erupt into coughing fits and through your squinted eyes, you can see Xiangling frantically waving away the smoke. The dumplings have been reduced to charred ash in the embers of what remained of the fire, and the wok has combusted into warped pieces of metal.
“No!” Xiangling cries, hands reaching out towards the disaster, searching for some way to fix things.
You rub soot out of your eyes to see Xiangling crouching on her knees by the ruined wok and the blackened dumplings. “What happened?” You cough.
“I-” she sniffs, “I added pyro slime to it… I thought it might give the dumplings a kick to them.” Her soot-stained cheeks streak with thin tears. “I’m sorry. Your efforts on making the dumplings went to waste.”
You bend down to her level on the ground and gently turn her face to yours and wipe away her tears. “It’s okay , peaches ,” you assure her. “Really. We can make more.”
Xiangling rubs at her dewy eyes with the back of her hand. “We only collected enough ingredients for those dumplings,” she sniffles. “By the time we go out and collect more, it’ll be almost midnight, plus making them and cooking all over again!” Her eyes well up again.
“Let’s make something else, then,” you suggest. “What goes good with fried rice?”
Xiangling collects herself for a moment. “Well, I- I guess we could make something chicken,” she sniffs. “Spicy, to complement the mildness of the rice. We have jueyun chillies I didn’t use… Do- do we have matsutake?”
You turn away from her to look, and to your relief, the mushroom is in plentiful numbers. “Yeah,” you answer, and you can see the gears turning in her head as she tries to rework her plan for dinner.
“The fried rice is basically done, and we used up all the lizard meat in the dumplings, so we can’t use any of that…” Xiangling trails off, eyes scanning the makeshift kitchen for ideas. “Ah… I have an idea, but the wok exploding ruined the stove too...:” She casts a dejected glance at the scorched ground.
“What’s your idea?” You ask. “We could probably come up with something.”
“We have skewers,” Xiangling explains. “I was thinking about mushroom, chilli chicken skewers. But we have no way to cook them now.”
An idea hits you like a bolt of lightning. “Why not use your vision?” You point to it hanging off her hip. “You could cook it in your hands!”
Xiangling lights up, but deflates quickly. “Oh, but I can’t cook all those ingredients at once… some would get cold while I cook the rest. Unless… no, no, that’s crazy.” She covers her face in her hands and shakes her head, braids swaying to and fro.
“Peaches, all your ideas are crazy when it comes to cooking,” you chuckle, putting a hand on her shoulder. “You can tell me.”
Xiangling sighs and puts her hands in her lap. Her face is beet red. “I- um, I could- ah… cook the food… on my-” she motions to herself up and down, “y- you know. Body.”
“O- oh, you- you mean…” you gulp dryly.
Xiangling grows redder, if that was possible. “It- it’s all I can think of… And we’re both starving!” She had a much larger appetite than you did, and you open your mouth to protest your hunger, only for your stomach to growl. You stay quiet.
“Just- just don’t look for a minute,” she stammers, turning her back on you. You turn away and hear the sound of clothes softly shuffling. The bell on the big ribbon tied around her waist jingles as you hear it hit the ground, followed by her leotard.
You glance over to her as she’s lifting her top over her head, back muscles flexing. Though Xiangling may have been petite, she had a toned figure from all her foraging. The only thing she’s wearing now is the golden belt her vision is attached to and a pair of plain beige panties that match her bandeau.
Xiangling timidly holds her waist, avoiding your eyes. “H- hand me something, then,” she swallows as she gets comfortable on a blanket you spread out for her.
“Just a minute,” you manage, tearing your gaze off of her. Your face feels hot as you roll the meat around bits of green onion, garlic and lamp grass. It takes every bit of your focus to not sneak glances at her as you stick the ingredients on the skewer.
You look over your shoulder for a moment and your eyes meet, making your heart skip. “Ow!” You yelp, your brief lapse in concentration making you prick the pad of your finger on the end of the skewer.
“You okay?” Xiangling asks. She’s relaxed a bit more, arms hanging as her side as she sits up on her knees.
You press your finger to your lips to soothe it. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you answer quickly, embarrassed. “The skewer is just sharp.”
An awkward period of silence stretches between the two of you as you dice the jueyun chillies and stuff them into the caps of the matsutake and sprinkling some salt and pepper on them. You score an X on the caps of the mushrooms and give them a once over. The row goes chicken, mushroom, chicken, mushroom and you pick up each skewer in a hand by the end and turn to Xiangling.
The young woman is sitting with her hands balled on her thighs as she sits on the back of her legs, lips pursed as she endures you staring at her. “Wh- what? What are you looking at?” She asks, voice wavering with self-consciousness.
Your throat bobs as you swallow and get down on your knees on the laid out blanket. “Oh- uh- sorry,” you stammer. “You just look, um… really cute.”
Xiangling’s blush spreads to the tips of her ears and she makes a small squeak in the back of her throat. “It’s embarrassing,” she murmurs as you gingerly place the skewers on her bare thighs. They sizzle from the pyro heat coming off her body.
“You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about,” you blurt, your head snapping up to look at her. “You’re- you’re stunning.” You swallow dryly. “Really.”
Xiangling’s golden eyes widen for a moment in surprise, before she brings a hand to her mouth and hides a chuckle. “Thank you,” she giggles. You lean in to kiss her, only to recoil from the heat of her lips. “Oh!” She gasps. “Sorry! There should be some pyro resistance potion in my bag somewhere.”
You lick your tender lips and turn to dig through her cluttered bag. The vial is in a small front pocket and you gulp it down while plugging your nose from the taste. When you turn to her again, she’s flipping the skewers on their other side.
“Can I kiss you without getting burned now?” You tease, scooting forward on your knees towards her. The young chef snickers and nods, leaning forward as your lips crash together.
Xiangling is warmer than usual, but not scorching hot like a moment ago. It’s actually a pleasant warmth now, sending tingles down your spine that pool in the pit of your stomach. You get caught up with a hand in her indigo-black hair, tongue sweeping her mouth, when the smell of something burning makes the two of you tear away.
“Ah!” Xiangling gasps and quickly plucks the skewers off her legs. They’re only slightly charred, although it actually looks like it’s made the meat more golden-brown than ruined it.
She holds the skewers by the ends of the sticks as you turn to grab the bowl of soy sauce to baste them lightly with. You dip the brush in the red-brown liquid and drag it over the meat-mushroom combo, making it glisten beautifully. Xiangling fidgets, biting her bottom lip.
You hand her the first skewer and she greedily bites into it with a satisfied sigh. “Mm!” She exclaims, eyes going wide. “The flavor really pops!” She wolfs it down before you can even blink.
Biting into yours, you find she’s right. The flavor tastes amplified somehow, delicate yet overpowering all at once, and you can’t get enough of it. Without realizing it, you’re holding the bare wooden skewer within moments.
Xiangling taps her chin thoughtfully. “I wonder if the flavor was improved by cooking the food on my body,” she muses. “Would it work for all my dishes?”
The imagery of Xiangling cooking the ingredients of all she makes on her bare body invades your mind and she seems to read your mind, because she continues. A spike of jealousy runs through you.
“Don’t worry,” she teases. “You’re the only one who will get to taste this delicacy.” She winks playfully, and your heart beats against your ribcage.
You gulp. “I- uh- I’m gonna make more, give me a second,” you manage to say. A light fog settles in your mind, and the only thing you can seem to think of is the scandalous idea of Xiangling cooking naked.
You make four this time, two for each of you, though they’re hastily made and you can feel Xiangling’s eyes piercing you the whole time even with your back turned. Juice from cutting the jueyun chillies make your fingertips shine and you can practically feel the spiciness through your skin, but you hardly register it.
When you turn to hand off the skewers to Xiangling, two in each hand, you almost drop them. She’s sprawled out differently on her side, legs lazily crossed over each other as she props herself up on one elbow.
Xiangling giggles at your awestruck expression. “I figured laying like this would make it easier, don’t you think?” She shifts a bit and waves her hand invitingly. “Go on, then.”
Your mouth is bone dry, but you obey and crouch down to place a skewer on each thigh and two on her abdomen. Her skin sizzles like a grill, and you can see the heatwaves radiating off of her body. Despite her cheeky confidence, Xiangling’s face is rosy red..
“You know what I think would go great with these skewers?” Xiangling says as she rolls on by the wooden stick on her leg. You make a questioning sound, and feel the chef fix you with a steely look. “Sausages.”
You practically choke on air and gawk at her with the blood rushing to your cheeks. “I processed some earlier!” She just grins. “Should be kept cool somewhere with some cryo slime condensate.”
Her hot gold eyes feel like they’re burning into you as you rummage around for the meat, as if she’s sizing you up and deciding what appetizer you’d go best with. You can’t help but feel like prey who has just waltzed into a predator’s trap.
You pluck up a sausage with a pair of sleek black chopsticks and Xiangling claps her hands together happily. “You found one! Perfect.”
“Well, yeah, but, where do we cook it?” You ask, although you somewhat fear her answer. “There’s no room.”
Xiangling looks down at the four skewers. “Oh, darn,” she pouts, not looking disappointed in the slightest. She really was a terrible actor. “Well, I guess you can cook it in here,” she shrugs. She licks her lips and her saliva makes a sizzling sound before she sticks out her tongue and points to her open mouth.
Although it’s not what you had predicted, it’s no less lewd. Face flushed, you inch closer to her and bring the sausage up to her lips with the chopsticks. The twist at the end of the meat touches the tip of her tongue and you hesitate, heart pounding wildly. Xiangling takes the initiative and leans forward, closing her mouth around the sausage. You can see the edge of where the meat pokes out from her lips start to brown as it cooks.
Xiangling’s throat bobs impressively as she eagerly takes the sausage in her mouth, tongue sticking out cutely. She reaches the end of the meat where you’re holding it with the chopsticks and makes a low chuckle. You can hear the muffled sound of it grilling in her mouth, and she seems to be enjoying it more than she should.
When she starts to move her mouth, hot embarrassment floods you and sends twitches to between your legs. “O- okay, I think it’s cooked now,” you laugh awkwardly. “And those skewers will burn if we don’t take them off.”
Xiangling takes the sausage from you by the chopsticks, looking both disappointed and confused as you distract yourself with basting the skewers in soy sauce. Uncomfortable silence falls over you two again as you hand her two of the skewers and get to making more.
You’re dicing more chillies when she finally speaks up. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” She asks. Her voice sounds small.
You whirl around to see her teary eyed, staring down at the cooked sausage. “No! No, peaches, no, I- it’s me,” you sigh. “I don’t want to make any wrong moves. You’re… um… well, you’re really hot.”
Xiangling giggles. “Yes, one might even say I’m smoking.” You give her an unimpressed look with the pun and she raises her hands in defense. “Okay, okay, sorry.” She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “I thought I was maybe coming on too strong.”
You sit back down on the blanket with four more fresh skewers and begin placing them on her. “Xiangling, you’re very… passionate, and it can be hard to tell what’s intentional and what’s just you being you.”
She rotates the sausage in her hands. “So, you liked this?”
With both hands, you cup her face and pull her towards you into a sloppy kiss. She’s warm, and you can taste the meat on her tongue as she whines into your mouth. She practically melts into you, putty in your arms.
When you pull away, Xiangling is panting softly, looking up at you with lovestruck eyes. “I like everything you do,” you whisper.
The chef gives a bashful giggle, cheeks rosy. She flips the skewers on their uncooked sides and takes a bite out of the sausage in her hands. She offers you a bite, and when you take one, you find that it tastes faintly like her.
“So?” Xiangling prompts you. “How does it taste?”
“Uh-” you swallow, and almost feel like choking from the intense way she’s looking at you. “It- it kinda tastes like you… when we kiss.”
Xiangling twiddles with her fingers and looks down. “I thought it might. You’re the only one who will get to have that special Xiangling dish too, so make sure to savor it.”
You swallow another bite and nod, blush spreading to the tips of your ears. You focus on eating the sausage as Xiangling takes it upon herself to baste the last batch of skewers with the soy sauce. You find your eyes mesmerized by the artistic way she moves the brush along the meat and mushrooms.
“Here you go!” She chirps. “Cooked specially by yours truly!” She shoots you as a wink as she munches down one of the chilli packed matsutake caps.
Eating your last two skewers takes longer than you thought, because every few bites Xiangling is kissing you and nibbling on your lip, licking off the soy sauce that drips off the skewer. She seems to have practically inhaled her own skewers, solely focused on tasting it off your lips herself. Every teasing and coy little nip she leaves sends electricity straight to between your legs and you have to squeeze your legs to get your train of thought back on track.
It feels like an eternity before you finally finish your last skewer and toss the wooden skewers onto the discarded pile with the others. Xiangling practically pounces on your lap the moment your hands are free and buries her hands in your hair.
“Cooking like that got me all fired up,” Xiangling says breathily, moving her hips on your lap. “I know you’re all worked up too, I can see it written all over your face.” She giggles to herself and playfully nips at your neck. “Do you have room for dessert?”
A wave of hunger washes over you, but not for food. Your hands find Xiangling’s soft, tight ass, only partially covered by her tawny colored underwear and squeeze her cheeks. She lets out a delighted little squeal and grinds down on your lap. Her hands leave your hair for a moment as she unabashedly lifts her bandeau over her head and tosses it aside, revealing her modest breasts. You cup them softly and gingerly play with her nipples as she makes cute squeaks of pleasure.
You fondle one in your hand as you bring your mouth to her other nipple and she lets out a heavenly moan as you press soft, warm kisses on the sensitive area. Xiangling’s hand rests in your hair and a whimper escapes her as you begin to suck gently. She moves her hips into yours with little noises that only make you tease her more enthusiastically. You roll the nub between your teeth and tongue as you softly pinch at the other one with your hand, basking in the meek gasps and whimpers it elicits from Xiangling.
You can’t help but think how adorable Xiangling is, squirming on your lap and tugging on your hair as she pushes your face into her breast with her breath hitching every time you nip at her. You can feel the damp heat of her pussy grinding against your thigh through her panties in time to your sucking on her nipple. Suddenly, Xiangling pulls your head away from her breast by your hair to look at you. Her golden eyes are cast in a lustful shadow.
“Eat me out,” she pants, “please. You’ve got me all worked up.” She emphasizes her plea by rutting her hips on your leg, searching for some gratification.
“Ah- uh- su- sure,” you gulp, feeling as if you’ve just gotten the wind knocked out of you. Xiangling spreads her legs and you grab the hem of her beige panties as she wiggles out of them.
She straddles you for a moment as she eagerly pulls your top over your head and strips you down until you’re as bare naked as her in the open wilderness. Goosebumps prick up on her skin from the temperature and you suppress a shiver.
“Aw,” Xiangling coos at you. “I can warm you up, don’t worry.” Impatience taking her over, she pushes your back down to the ground and turns around, ass in the air in front of your face as you feel her hot breath against your sex.
She toys with you for a moment, wiggling her butt in excitement as she feels you up with her warm hands. Her mouth envelops you like she’s slurping up some delicious meal and the pleasurable wet heat makes you choke back a gasp.
You’re so overcome with the sensations of her mouth on you, you neglect pleasuring her. Your blind haze is lifted when her mouth leaves you with a noisy pop and she teases a sensitive spot with her fingers.
“Your dessert is gonna get cold,” Xiangling scolds you, waving her ass at you. “Dig in already.”
Placing your hands on both of her buttcheeks you bring her groin down mouth level and your tongue meets her slicked up pussy. She’s warm as you expected and a little salty, but above all there’s a faint spice to her fluids from her unusual diet.
Xiangling lets out a soft moan as you flatten your tongue and lick a straight line slowly up from her clit to her hole. You move slowly, experimenting with the strokes of your tongue to gauge her reactions. Her thighs tremble when you draw circles with your tongue over the tip of her clit, so you dedicate yourself to repeating the motion with a long lick up her slit every now and then.
Meanwhile, Xiangling’s mouth works at a pace that makes your heart stuck in your throat and head spin. She makes cute noises of enjoyment as she sucks in earnest, as if she’s enjoying a hearty meal.
Her fluids drip deliciously, a testament to how good you’re making her feel. You can imagine her own mouth dampened by spit and fluid from pleasuring you as well. Her tongue is longer than you imagined, twisting and licking at angles you thought a tongue could never reach.
Blunt nails dig shallowly into the soft skin of your thighs as Xiangling grips onto them for dear life, moaning and whimpering delectably as you lick and suck at her. Every sound she makes reverberates against your own sex, wet from arousal and her mouth working in earnest. Xiangling is not the quiet sort, even with her mouth full.
Pausing for a moment, you lather two fingers up with your spit and gently press them into her pussy. Xiangling moans in surprise and your fingers go in easily from how wet she already is. Your mouth is sucking dutifully at her clit, licking broad strokes and circles as you prod at a sensitive, spongy spot inside of her that makes her squeal with every bit of pressure at it.
Xiangling’s moans grow breathless and weak and you can feel her thighs trembling as she nears her climax, but you don’t let up. Keeping the same pace, you lap up her fluids as she cums on your fingers and mouth, crying your name blissfully and panting her hot breath on your sex that makes you throb. As her legs go slack with exhaustion, you slow down, but you don’t stop completely. At first, she’s moaning as she rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm, but soon she’s whining pathetically and squirming over you.
“Ah, ah, wait,” she stammers, hips wiggling. “Wai- oh, ohhh.” You slide your tongue into her pussy and toy small circles over her clit as you tongue-fuck her. The new stimulation makes her overstimulated whimpers die abruptly as she presses her pussy into your mouth.
Xiangling focuses wholly on making you climax next, determined to make you finish before she does, for a second time no less. Her efforts aren’t in vain though, because she sucks on your sex with such wetness and warmth it makes you want to thrust up into her mouth without any regard. The sounds she makes are noisy and filthy, even if her own moans are partially muffled by pleasing you.
She buries her face into your sex, mouth open wide and tongue swirling around a sensitive spot. You squeeze the doughiness of her thighs situated above your face as your orgasm creeps up on you, and Xiangling encourages you by pulling your hips closer to her, hungrily drinking up your arousal as you twitch and spasm against her hot tongue.
Cold air chills your sex as she lifts her head to wipe her glistening lips, looking over her shoulder at you. Your face is still buried contently in her pussy, tongue going in and out of her hole as your index and middle finger rub calculated circles on the round tip of her clit.
“Hey,” Xiangling pants, “s’not fair if- ah- if I cum twice and you only cum once.”
“Mm,” you hum into her, teasing her with your fingers. “You full, then?”
Xiangling’s flushed cheeks somehow grow even redder. “I’m always hungry,” she retorts. “Never full.”
She turns her head back to your sex to see it still throbbing from your climax. You can practically feel her devilish grin as she dives down on you again, moaning with effort as she works her tongue along you. Every swirl of her tongue sends shockwaves down your body, sensitive from your orgasm only moments ago. The overstimulation tells you to protest, but you’re still hungry for it- starving, really- so you just let choked moans as you latch onto Xiangling’s sensitive clit and suckle on it like it’s a lifeline.
Xiangling’s loud whine seems to echo throughout the forest. “Ah, shit, shit,” she whimpers. “Not yet, not yet, no.” Her legs shake with effort to stay propped up over your face.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see her kick her feet against the towel and curl her toes, trying her hardest to stop herself from climaxing. Her nose presses against you, practically gagging as she sticks her tongue to wrap and lick around every bit of you. She spreads her legs wider to sit more relaxed on your face and give her muscles some slack, but this only gives you a better angle for your tongue to press against the soft knob of nerves inside of her pussy, and she shakes with pleasure.
Xiangling cries out to the heavens in blissful defeat as a second, more intense orgasm wracks her body. You lick up every bit of fluid that drips from her as she throbs and shivers, moaning heedlessly in the rush of endorphins. Her rear collapses on your chest once her aftershocks die down and you give the insides of her thighs soft butterfly kisses as she pants.
Catching her breath, Xiangling switches to her warm hands to please you, stroking as her hot breath sends chills down your spine. You absently knead her small, tight buttcheeks as she turns her head and takes your sex in her mouth once again.
“My butt isn’t dough,” Xiangling says through her mouthful of you.
“Mmn, so soft though,” you say through a moan as her tongue swipes over a sensitive nerve. “Squishy.” You emphasize it with a squeeze to the soft flesh between her butt and thigh, then press a gentle kiss to her thigh.
“Lucky ‘m busy,” she huffs, though you know she revels in the attention. You contemplate saying something, but all coherent thought goes out the window when Xiangling nips at you.
Your high-pitched yelp of pleasure startles the both of you before Xiangling bites again, slightly more gentle. You hold back a moan, but she feels how you like it from the way your sex throbs. Xiangling’s hole flutters in front of your face, evidently turned on by this new discovery of hers.
“Cute,” Xiangling coos, before she resumes her work with her newfound information. Her sucking at your sex is now accompanied by intermittent bites to the insides of your thighs, sometimes lingering to form a hickey.
It isn’t long before your second climax is approaching. You squeeze Xiangling’s thighs as you get closer and closer and the broad, eager licks of her tongue grow fervent. In a blurred moment of ecstasy, you reach down to your groin where Xiangling’s head is situated and press her down closer to your sex as you orgasm. She moans into you and you throw your head back with a groan as you grind your hips into her mouth, her tongue obliging without any qualms.
When you release her, Xiangling exhales heavily and you’re both panting, before the young woman breaks out into laughter. Her laughter is contagious, and soon you’re both laughing. She rolls off of you and turns to face you, crawling over to lay on her stomach next to you.
“Mm, it’s so surprising when you’re rough,” Xiangling sighs. “Like a jelly-filled donut.”
“A tasty surprise?” You guess.
Xiangling nods, licking her lips. The bottom half of her face is wet. “The tastiest of surprises.”
The two of you lay like that for a while, pleasantly blissed out as you spoon her, her naked back pressed flush to your chest. It isn’t long before the cool night air starts to chill the both of you, nude and exposed to the elements. Xiangling’s face and chest are still pink and her chest rises and falls from exhaustion, so you take it upon yourself to dampen a towel and clean the two of you up.
You clean her first, gently warming the cloth before wiping her down from her chest to between her legs and peppering in kisses as you go. Xiangling follows you to the tent once she’s cleaned up to fetch her nightgown and you wet a fresh cloth to clean yourself off with.
Xiangling is waiting on the pile of blankets inside the tent when you enter, wearing only her sheer orange nightgown with frilly sleeves and solid but cute white panties. She pats the space beside her.
“Get some clothes on and come lay down,” Xiangling beckons. You dig through your pack for your pajamas, a simple sleeping shirt and underwear, and gratefully collapse next to your girlfriend.
The chef clings to you like you’re a giant teddy bear, lazily massaging your tense shoulders. Laying on your back with only a towel between you and the hard ground made you more stiff than you realized. Xiangling seems to notice, so she gently rolls you over onto your stomach and sits herself on your lower back as she rubs your shoulders.
“How come you have such good stamina but such weak shoulders?” Xiangling teases as she presses her palms into the tight muscles between your shoulder blades.
“ You try laying on the rocky ground for an hour eating someone out,” you shoot back, softly moaning from the massage. The release of the tightness in your back feels relieving.
Xiangling laughs, a cute snort coming through. “Good point.” Xiangling kneads at a knot bunched between your neck and shoulder and you let a short groan of pain escape. “Eek! Sorry!” Her hands ease up.
You reach an arm behind you, and though you can’t see her, you find her knee and pat it comfortingly. “No, no, it’s okay. Hurts good.”
Hesitantly, Xiangling continues, though a smidge more carefully, obviously not wanting to cause you pain. Her thumbs press into the space between your shoulders and the pressure starts to dissolve an uncomfortable bunch of nerves. She works it gently, until it’s been kneaded into almost nothing so she moves onto the next knot. Her hands find a particularly tough knot and when her palms dig in, you let a moan slip.
Xiangling chuckles. “That a good spot?”
“Shut up,” you grumble, trying to not let the heat spread across your face. She obliges, and keeps massaging the tough knot. She works down your spine, thumbs tracing over the bones as she presses along it. The firm but gentle pressure lulls you into a sense of tiredness and it’s not long before your eyelids start to feel heavy.
You must have dozed off, because the next thing you know Xiangling is shaking you awake by the shoulder.
“Hey sleepyhead, don’t go falling asleep without me,” she huffs. You blink up at her pouty face.
“Wan’ me to hold you?” You ask, suppressing a yawn.
Xiangling scooches under a blanket and tosses it over you and wiggles beside you. “Wanna hold you.” She holds onto your arm and swings one leg over your abdomen, clinging to you like a body pillow and resting her head on your chest.
Her deep blue hair is loose, spread out like a dark ocean of locks over your chest. You plant your free hand in her hair and gently stroke her head, combing through her smooth hair. She nuzzles into your touch, sighing peacefully.
“Mm…” Xiangling breathes softly. “Love you.”
You press a kiss to the base of her head. She smells warm and faintly of the skewers you had for dinner.
“I love you too, peaches.”