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—14. [ANCORA] BEIDOU AU X FEM! AFAB READER

WARNINGS : STRANGERS TO LOVERS(?), PENETRATION, ORAL, SPIT PLAY, ANAL, SPANKING, DEGRADING PET NAMES, MENTIONS OF BLOOD, BITING, FACE SITTING, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+) 

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— It was never intended to be like this, fleeing away at eventide to escape the shackles of unjust governance that your little town was enacting. A wolf howls in a distance, filling the air with its mighty hymn. Your boots crunch beneath your feet as it touches gravel, legs straining trying to get to the final train departing. Your thighs itch from running and running, your breath catching and your chest heaving, and your lips have lost all color from the sinking feeling in your gut. "Just a little more," you mutter, below a whisper.

As the soles of your feet touch the entryway of the last train, your shoulders loosen as you release all your worries, releasing it one with the wind. You dash to your roomette, sliding the rusty door open with a little bit more force than usual, you settle in the dusty bed that was made comfortable with burlap, pillows rigid with a few stains and stray hairs from previous occupants, but you have no say, there are no complaints for people with little opportunity like you.

You think back to your frail little sister, her lithe hands, more bones than flesh, gripping your hands like you were her lifeline, before you left, you had written her a letter, explaining how this was needed, that you had to leave her with a relative to fend for the both of you, how you had found a better job, paper stapled into a tree bark that had said the castle was hiring a new maid and you had to take it, being there was a newly implemented law in your town that said no woman should work and must take a husband to serve them, terminating you from your logging job. You had no choice but to take up the offer, immediately sending a letter to the castle and receiving a positive response.

You rid your mantle and pelice, leaving you in your chemise and stockings, sitting down on the rigid bed, leaving a soft thud in its wake. It was deadly silent, the shrill of the night swallowing every sound until there was a soft tapping by your door, careful and calculated knocking so only you can hear. Your eyes widen, have they caught up to you? No, it can’t be, you were sure that nobody had seen you, with unsteady hands, you grab a dagger stashed on the garter of your stockings, gripping it with might, lips in a thin line as sweat drips down the valley between your breasts, dagger held up at your chest, as the knocking continues you stand behind your door, willing yourself to not open it but as frail as the door is, anyone could come barging in. You stand your ground until a soft whisper, chaffed and ragged, womanly but commanding, speaks into the dead of the night. “Please, I’m in need of help.” Each syllable sounding more forced than the other. A gulp followed the silence, your fingers gripping the ledge, sliding the door open as force came toppling down your body.

“Hmph-” You attempt, bloody fingers engaging your lips, painting them with malice, your hand with the dagger wrapped in her hand, skilfully hindering the threat. “Shh,” She muttered, with her pointer finger kissing her full lips, “I’m not going to hurt you.” She adds, “I require help, do you have a medical background?” You shake your head as you attempt to speak but her hand stays, she realizes, and releases your mouth. “I- I don’t, but my sister- my sister has a sickness that requires me to fix her most of the time-”

“Okay.” She interrupts, nodding her head, “Okay- fix me up then.” She commands an invisible threat hanging in the air, leaving no room for argument. You scurry for your chanerie, taking out a kit you had prepared beforehand, just in case something had happened to you. She moves swiftly, taking her coat off, her body guarded by armor, solid but subtle that you weren’t able to tell she had it in the first place. It had a gash running sideways, penetrating the metal. Her arms are firm, lean, and scarred, your mind clouding with lust, your gulp didn’t go unnoticed. She removed her armor next, leaving her in a blood-stained, shredded tunic. You take out a needle and thread with unsteady hands, grabbing a flask that somebody had left on the bedside, you open it and smell that it was liquor, “This might hurt, tell me when it does and I’ll stop, okay?” You warned, she stared at your face, a puzzling look on her face, her brows furrowed, “I’m okay, m’ tougher than I look, sweetheart.” She says, the corner of her lip tugging up slightly. You broke off your stare as you focused on the task at hand, her gash, her gash was macabre, gnarly. Located on the side of her hip, It looked like someone had taken a blunt sword and slashed her with force. It was angry and full of intent that you had started fearing for your safety. Somebody was out for her blood and you were here mending her.

You pour the liquor on her gash, getting no reaction from her other than a movement in her eye, which you now noticed had an eye patch on the other. You pour the rest of the liqour in your hands, sanitizing both the needle and the thread. You push her shoulders, silently asking her to lean on her side, she catches on and lays on her side, her head by the door, it was an uncomfortable position but her exhaustion had caused her to fall to the floor. You start stitching, spaced a quarter-inch from each other and from the skin edges, singing a song in your mind, a song you sing to your sister while you stitch her up, it helps you bypass the nausea from blood and flesh. 

As you finish up, wrapping a gauze around her waist, reaching around her multiple times has created a tension in the air, her breathing now ragged and your thighs now clenched, she stares at it with a sneer, her lips pursing and her blink staggering. 

You finish up, sitting back on your feet, wide eyes staring at the godly woman in front of you, brown hair falling harshly around her like the opposite of a halo. You're heaving, biting your lip to release some of the pressure building up in your body as she sits up.

You back up, scooting by your shin, the wooden floors burning your skin, to prevent yourself from doing anything that you’d regret by dawn. Her gaze turned predatory, a smirk full of mischief painting her full lips. In her tunic, her pants low at her waist, she gets on her hands and knees, and starts crawling painfully slowly towards you, like a predator catching its prey. 

You’re forced to lean on your back as she towers over you, her gaze pinning you down. You look oh so beautifully laid out for her, your chemise falling sideways on your shoulders as she leans down to kiss it followed by her canines biting lightly. It was so raw, so carnal, your eyes closed in pleasure, tears escaped your eyes as Beidou lifted her thumb to free your lips from your teeth. She leans in and catches your lips between her mouth, her tongue invading yours. It was hot, wet and full of desire as she swallowed your whines. Your hips lift by themselves, grinding on air. “So needy, so desperate, are you?” She sounds with a throaty chuckle. “Tell me darling, have you ever been fucked here before?” She quips as she runs a warm palm to your pelvis down to your cunt. You grind on her palm, a small nod and a “Mhm” accompanying it. Her gaze darkens but it's gone in an instant. “I guess I should have expected that, you’re a little slut aren’t you?” She mocks as she grinds her palm back, adding more force to your throbbing clit. “M’ not a little slut.” You say, shaking your head no, “Oh but you are, look, I know this pussy doesn’t lie, which means that you are, no?” She teases, her warm lips kissing behind your ears, then your nape, down to the mounds of your breast she pulls the neckline of your chemise down, baring your breasts to her, nipples erect from the cold. She passes a hot tongue to your nipple, circling around the tip making it ache with need. You release a whine into the night, grinding feverishly into the fabric of her pants, her hands disrupting, pinning your hips down as she leans back on the soles of her feet, eyes filled with desire, mind clouded with lust and need, she bites her lips and smiles.

You knew she was teasing you, so you reach for her hand, placing two of her fingers into your awaiting mouth, sliding it back and forth, coating it with your saliva. Beidou’s eyebrows furrowed as she licks her lips, she grabs you by your armpits, lifting you with ease, your legs automatically wrapping around her hips, you halted, “Your wound-”

“No need to worry your pretty little head about it.” She warns as she places you down on your bed. She pulls her tunic up, revealing a set of firm abs and full breasts, you gulp as you notice metal rings dangling on both of them. You lick your lips, wanting a taste. She drags your underwear down to your feet, her thumb immediately parting your pussy lips. “Look at that, so wet, all for me baby?” She taunts, you nod, eyes hazy as you watch her. “All for you.” you respond, mind hazy, lust dragging your eyelids closed.

"Open" She commands, you open your mouth, tounge out as she spits a fat glob down your throat, "Swallow" and you do, her hand forcefully clamping your jaw shut. She drags her fingers to your mouth, back and forth until it’s coated with your saliva. She trails it down your lips, to your heaving sternum down to your pelvis then circling the pads of her fingers onto your throbbing clit, using your wetness as lubrication. She bites her lips, eyebrows furrowed as pure desire veils her face. She circles your opening, testing waters, you give her a small nod. "Good girl" she viciously smiles as she spits in your face. In return, you give her a gasp and a lustful grin.

She inserts both of her fingers at the same time she lowers her face as she licks your clit skillfully, like she’d done this a hundred times. You arch your back beautifully, “Arch for me, my darling girl, looks so beautiful like this.” She muffles, fingers and tongue assaulting your swollen pussy.

She sucks, licks and bite on your clit, overstimulating the nub until you loose feelings of your legs, she circles her thumb on your the puckered ring of your ass, using your arousal as lubrication. She eases her thumb inside your ass while she flicks her tounge on your pussy. It's so messy, so filthy and raw. Both of her fingers are occupied, fucking both of your holes at the same time, she looks up, your head lolled to the side as drool drips on the side of your mouth. She gives a throaty chuckle mockingly.

Her strong hips thrusts along with her fingers, her tongue darting out to lick at her canines. She presses her face to the delicate skin of your neck, dragging her sharp teeth, sending shivers racking down your spine, your body moves in waves from the assault she’s giving.

“Such a good girl, yeah? Playing doctor for me, isn’t that right?” She teases as she bites down your neck, drawing blood. Your eyes shut close from the pain and pleasure, a strained gasp tearing from your throat. She licks the blood beading at your neck, a numbing sensation starting to form.

She flips your position, her back now laying on the mattress while your thighs are on either side of her head. “Ride me, beautiful.” She eggs, as you hesitantly put your weight on her hips moving in waves, wringing your pleasure.

You bump the soles of your feet into her waist, striking her wound; she grunts in agony in your pussy as you press your calf deeper into the wound. Her eyes roll back and her jaw slacks from the agonizing pain shooting on her side as you press your pussy harder into her face, your head thrown back with your mouth open in pleasure. “Fuck! you like me in pain, don’t you love?” She snides, smack! A searing pain shoots from the globes of your ass, an audible gasp tearing from your lips. Her teeth latched onto your thighs, leaving marks in their wake. Her exhale filled with pain fans your clit as you grind your hips harder, soles pressing harder to her side.

“Just like that darling, use me, use me for your pleasure.” Your back bows, both arms supporting your weight above her head as your eyes roll back, a cry resounding deep into the night. "Good, that's it, you're doing so good, so good cumming for me." Her tongue works egearly, drinking your cum making sure nothing goes to waste. “Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.” Beidou chants as she watches you reach your quim. 

Your back falls beside her with a thud, eyes immediately closing as sleep cradles your tired limbs.

-

Your shoulders strain from carrying your luggage, and as you exit the station, a carriage awaits you. On the blue beyond, the castle stood out. Every stone was level and square, as if the builders were obsessed with perfection, as if they truly loved what they created. They were walls built to protect a community, to echo with laughter, and to provide shelter for millennia to come. 

An employer takes you on a tour of the castle and discusses your responsibilities as a domestic servant.

"Here we are, the queen's quarters," he said monotonously, his hands holding a gold door knob with elaborate carvings.

Through the heavy oak doors of the imposing keep there is a large chamber filled with rows of guards with armor and colors so flamboyant they almost distract your attention from the piles upon piles of glittering, golden treasure clustered around. The room smells of gold, the hard odor plating your tongue. The light from the teardrop shaped windows reflects off the treasure at all angles, filling the room with a warm, golden, glowing, glimmering light. A familiar image greets you, back straightened against a throne, brown hair framing her like the opposite of an halo, mischievous vermillion eyes, with her lips quirked up.

"It's nice to make your acquaintance, again.” Ancora.

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