Part of the @ockissweek event from Feb. 9-15th, featuring Xinya and Yu-Qi from The God-Dragon’s Wife
<- Day 3 – Day 5 ->
Contains: high fantasy, dragon kissing
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It wasn’t the wedding Xinya thought she would have. A royal one, to befit her station, with a grand ceremony and an even grander celebration. Her own mother’s wedding festivities had lasted a week, spilling out from the palace through the city streets. She thought she wanted a wedding like that, one during the summer floods so she and her people could dance in the holy waters of the river.
Instead, it was the dead of winter. Powdery white snow shimmered in the triplet moonlight, covering up what had once been a bloodied field of battle. Laying it all to rest.
Xinya stood at the base of the mountains, tangled hair falling in curtains around her face and shoulders, limping from her wounds. Yu-Qi stood at her side, massive draconic head lowered in the dirt next to her. The impossibility of her true body disappearing behind the curve of the mountain, such that Xinya and her fellow mortals wouldn’t go mad trying to comprehend the enormity of it.
“It’s finished,” Xinya murmured into the night. Her breath made clouds of the air.
Silvery white nostrils blew storm clouds of hot smoke. Yu-Qi rumbled in her throat, like thunder. “It is,” she agreed.
“My people are safe, all I asked of you.”
“Perhaps not as soon as you would like.”
“But they are safe. And now…” Xinya placed a delicate hand on the scales of her brow. “My offer stands. You may have of me whatever you wish.”
Yu-Qi rumbled again, softly. “It is the same wish.”
“You would have me for a wife?”
“There is nothing I would rather have, little queen.”
Xinya remembered the day she had accidentally summoned Yu-Qi to her side. A simple prayer made in earnest desperation, true passion for the safety of her people, enough to call a God-Dragon to her side. At first, she’d be terrified. To be in debt to a deity—married to one. What would it mean to be a God-Dragon’s wife?
Many days and many nights had passed since that day. She was proud to say she already knew.
Xinya ached to her knees, leaning heavily on the sturdy snout of her beloved. Now face-to-eye with Yu-Qi, she smiled brilliantly into the moonlit depths of her iris.
“I grant you my hand and my love,” she said, “with all the honor of my name, and the devotion in my heart.”
She pressed her lips to the corner of that great and powerful eye, smoothing down scales with her fingers. In a blink, they were both gone. In the place of a dragon, Xinya held a familiar, impossibly warm woman in her arms, and her cold cheeks were cradled in soft palms. Yu-Qi kissed her deeply with all the love any person, or any dragon, could hope to give.
Part of the @ockissweek event from Feb. 10-16th, featuring Xinya & Yu-Qi
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Xinya clenched the armrests of her throne, suppressing the urge to launch herself across the hall. She watched, tense to the very ends of her eyelashes, as Yu-Qi followed close behind a pair of subjects come to seek guidance as they left the palace. Again.
Neither of them were brave enough to do anything about it—none had been so far—but the way they dodged her swooping in like a bird of prey was unmistakable. Yu-Qi darted around them, head cocked, and definitely trying to smell them. She kept her hands behind her back, the long sleeves of her robes obscuring just what she was doing with them, but Xinya had no doubt she would try grabbing at them any second. She’d only stopped trying to steal people’s clothes when told sternly to stop bothering her subjects. Apparently she needed to be told again.
Jao, standing ever-present at her side, glanced warily between the queen and the object of her frustration. “Your Greatness?” she asked, but Xinya lifted a hand to stay her.
“Yu-Qi, please,” she called, only barely restraining her irritation. “Stop.”
Yu-Qi stopped and turned, standing tall with an unbothered smile on her face. Her victims took the opportunity to walk faster, racing out of the throne room at a pace that would normally strike Xinya as rude. Today, she wanted to join them.
“Refrain from this and come sit quietly,” she said, not above begging after so many hours.
“But of course,” Yu-Qi replied, suspiciously agreeable. Xinya didn’t have the energy to worry about it.
She weaved around the thick, elaborately carved pillars that lined the throne room, each representing fourteen of the fifteen God-Dragons. Yu-Qi dawdled around her own pillar in particular, circling the palace artisans’ interpretation of her true form. After having seen it for herself, Xinya noted the discrepancies with uncomfortable accuracy.
With enough lethargy that it could only be intentional, Yu-Qi made her way up the short staircase to the throne. Xinya watched her carefully, the weight of her headdress threatening disgrace as she tilted her head down. Step by step, Yu-Qi held her cautious gaze, finally sitting where the flowing, golden train of her court robes ended.
“Thank you,” Xinya sighed.
“What is it like,” Yu-Qi asked, without prompting, “to sit upon that chair all day?”
“It’s uncomfortable.” She hoped the pointed emphasis was understood. “But it was built to be so, and so I endure it.”
“Why?”
“Because ruling is not meant to be comfortable.” Xinya deftly turned her hands, a light gesture to the throne underneath her, carved for the final of the God-Dragons, Keungkai. “I should not sit lightly upon my throne whilst I carry the lives of so many on my back, as the Father of the World carries us all.” She curled her fingers up to indicate her headdress, an elaborate tension of fabric, gold, gems, and ribbons. “My crown is heavy, so I cannot do anything but look forward and up to keep it on my head. And I am reminded of the burden it is to rule so long as I wear it—proudly, and with intention.”
Yu-Qi nodded at her. “So many people have come to see you today.”
“As is their right. I have a responsibility to my people.”
“It’s a bit like being a god, is it not?”
Xinya flinched so suddenly her headdress jangled, Jao sucked in a harsh breath. Yu-Qi grinned with sharp teeth, eyes round and silver as the moon of her domain. Inscrutable in her intentions.
“I—No, of course it isn’t,” Xinya sputtered, mind racing to figure out her game. Was it another one of her endless curiosities? A test of character?
“How so, my beloved? Do you think I felt much different, watching all you little creatures from my territory?”
“Very! Certainly, you must understand that I have no such power as yours! For all I wish, I cannot help every person who wanders into my chambers—you can very well tip the scales of time and space.”
“Precisely.” Yu-Qi blinked slowly around the hall, passing her cool metallic gaze across hundreds of years of art and architecture. “I have watched your empires rise and fall, and all of them have stolen the many faces of my family to declare themselves. Humans are as slavishly devoted to pretending at divinity as they are to serving it.” She twisted her body in an impossible, reptilian way to face the throne again, the same sharp smile on her face. “With what little power you have, you grasp rather tightly.”
Every drop of blood in Xinya turned to ice and sank into her bones. She couldn’t move. The massive hall felt claustrophobic as the God-Dragon of Passion stared her down, pinning her to her throne—and why? What did this mean? Was it an insult, a way to grind her beneath draconic heel? Was she meant to remember her place—a mortal at the mercy of her god? She dared to glance at Jao. Her right hand looked as shocked as she felt, mouth tightened to a thin line.
Yu-Qi moved before either of them saw her. In a single breath, she knelt at the final stair before the throne. The long train of Xinya’s robes wrinkled as she shuffled forward on her knees. With cool hands, Yu-Qi clasped her legs, and placed a gentle kiss on each of her knees. A declaration of piety, the same as all those seeking her guidance presented. Xinya struggled with the weight of her headdress.
“I’ve always wondered,” Yu-Qi said, grinning from her knees, “what it would be like to be mortal. You have taught me much, little queen.”
As speechless as if she had cut out her tongue, Xinya could only stare. Never had a show of submission felt so much like a threat.
“Once we marry, I shall teach you about divinity. It’s only fair.” Yu-Qi stood, casting a tall shadow over the throne. She whipped her head to the doors to the apartments, like a dog on a scent. “Gold? Fresh gold?”
And like a bird, she raced out of the hall. The guards knew better than to try and stop her, and she threw the doors open without a pause for breath. Xinya didn’t relax until her footsteps disappeared.
She slumped like a queen never should. Hands on her face, headdress slipping down her scalp, back hunched like a creature hiding from the rain. She slouched like a mortal under duress.
“Your Greatness?” Jao asked warily. Fabric shuffled as she crouched by the arm of the throne. “Do you need… something?”
“A way to purge the last few minutes from my mind,” she groaned.
“I can… have tea brought?”
Xinya sighed, but uncovered her face. “A fair substitute.”
“Right away, Your Greatness.”
Jao bustled down the stairs, robes flowing in her haste. With an extra weight on her neck, Xinya adjusted her crown and sat tall on her uncomfortable throne. As a ruler should.
<- Day 5 - Day 7 ->
Written (late) for the @ocdynamicsweek event!
Featured WIP: The God-Dragon’s Wife
Featured Dynamic: Xinya, Yu-Qi, and Han-Lao is here too
Contains: characters experiencing anxiety/panic, near-fainting, Yu-Qi tries to eat a candle
Full Moon
They heard the commotion at the worst possible time.
The great head of the God-Dragon Yu-Qi turned towards the entrance of the room, nostrils flaring. Her impossibly long body twisted inside the high temple, a room that should have been much too small to hold it, rivers of white scales rushing to a blur. Through gaps in the endless maze of her body, Xinya saw three scarlet robed lay priests racing for the archway. She scrambled to her knees, discarded headdress forgotten on the floor, and prepared to beg for their lives.
“Forgive us, Your Greatness, but we heard—” one of the priests said, but choked on a gasp.
“Please, don’t hurt them!” Xinya cried, lunging for the nearest draconic coil.
“Hurt—Who is this woman, Your Greatness? Are you in danger?”
Xinya blinked, and the Yu-Qi the God-Dragon was gone. Instead of her hands catching scales, they were fisted in the skirt of an immaculate silk robe, bone white and nearly glistening in the light from the windows. A tall woman, long hair darker than midnight, looked down at her with cool silver eyes. She smiled with horrible, perfect teeth.
“Should we call the guards?” a second priest said, already inching away.
“No!” Xinya jumped to her feet, throwing her arms in all directions. “No, don’t call them, get—Bring me Han-Lao, bring me the High Priest. I don’t care what he’s doing, bring him to me now.”
Two of the lay priests were already gone, nearly sprinting back down the hall. The third one snapped over at the waist, stumbling backwards as they did. “R-Right away, Your Greatness!”
Xinya’s breath came heavy—she only just then realized. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Her hands shook.
“How curious,” said the woman in white. "What cause would I have to harm those simple creatures?"
The realization slapped her. “I—I do not presume to know your mind or intentions, Highest of All Passions. Forgive me.”
Yu-Qi—who else could this woman be?—laughed like a forest of trees rustling in the wind. “You may presume them all you like.” She turned, robes twisting in a spiral around her legs. “You sold your people’s safety and prosperity for any price. My intentions are plain, and I mean to have you. In your entirety.”
The warm temple felt very cold all of a sudden. Xinya wondered if she would ever see the fruits of her offering made in desperation. Yu-Qi tilted her head towards the archway.
Han-Lao’s voice bounced off the marble walls. “Three acolytes came to me a blubbering mess, how in this holy world did you scare them so… badly…”
Xinya swallowed thickly as her High Priest slowed in the archway. He eyed Yu-Qi suspiciously. The God-Dragon untwisted to face him.
“Oh, delightful,” she said, folding her hands together in glee. “I’ve heard many of your prayers as well.”
Han-Lao frowned deeply. “Xinya, have I met this person before?”
Yu-Qi clucked her tongue. “Not directly.”
“We stand now,” Xinya said. She took a shaky step forward, surprised she was standing at all, “in the presence of Yu-Qi, Highest of All Passion, of the First Moon Herself.”
First, he laughed, a burst of disbelief. Then Xinya’s oppressive silence dawned on him, and Yu-Qi’s placid smile filled the room with more noise than any army parade or summer festival.
“The pleasure is mine,” she said, gliding across the floor toward him. “I have always been fond of those whose passion is devotion itself. You remind me much of my middle child, though I believe you have already met one of my others. In your youth, correct? Tsuyan so loves appearing in children’s dreams.”
Han-Lao buckled at the knees, headdress crashing to the floor. Xinya took two steps, but Yu-Qi was already there. She lifted him with a single hand, cupping his armpit and holding him aloft.
“There will be none of that now,” she scolded. She leaned closer and sniffed the back of his neck. “Hmm. Strange.”
Xinya stumbled the rest of her way across the room. She took his face in her hands, and his cheeks were clammy and pale against her palms. His eyes bored into her, desperate.
“We’re dreaming,” he said, not a question but a plea. “This is a very strange dream.”
She shook her head, but it was Yu-Qi who answered, “What a dull dream this would be. No, you are both quite awake, as I much prefer.”
Without prompting, she dropped his arm. Xinya struggled under his sudden weight, and he weakly staggered to lean on her shoulder. Yu-Qi flitted away without considering them, inspecting the temple with an appraiser’s eye.
“As you prefer?” Xinya asked, afraid to hear the answer.
“Of course!” she replied. She plucked a lit candle from the base of the altar, holding it dangerously close to her face. “You brought him here to marry us, did you not?”
“Marry us?”
Han-Lao looked at her aghast. “What is she talking about?”
She stammered, “I—I have no idea.”
Yu-Qi licked the hot wax dripping off the candle and recoiled in disgust. She spat the wax from her mouth and dropped the offending decoration. It landed with a wet thud, flame snuffed. She picked up a second candle to inspect.
Xinya cleared her throat. “Excuse me, Highest—”
“You bore me with your titles,” Yu-Qi groaned. “Use my name if we’re to be wed.”
“Er—Yes, Yu-Qi, I don’t understand what you mean by that.”
“What is there to misunderstand?” She smiled at Xinya, full white teeth flashing in the candlelight. “You said you would pay any price, and I have named it twice now.”
She darted across the room so fast it shouldn’t have been possible. Yu-Qi bent to be nose to nose with her, candle held between them. It was so close, Xinya felt its warmth against her nose. The God-Dragon of Passion stared her down with silvery pools for eyes, endless and mysterious and cold.
“You. In your entirety.”
Xinya flapped her jaw uselessly. Han-Lao seemed as though he might collapse for good. Yu-Qi didn’t take note of either of them, straightening up and flitting back to the altar.
“Curious that you would need such a simple thing explained so many times,” she remarked. She set her candle down and picked up a third. “Very curious…”
For a Queen’s Hand
Characters: Xinya / Jao
From: The God-Dragon's Wife
Contains: Cleaning/bath sex, non-sexual intimacy that becomes very sexual, fingering, nipple play, vaginal penetration
Kinktober 2025 Masterlist
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The barracks stank of sweat, mud, and old leather. Xinya wished she had fewer reasons to be present there.
Even in her private quarters, she couldn’t escape. The inside of her helmet—worn by her family generations over—smelled of it, the necessity of war. When her attendants lifted it free, she could finally breathe, but only for a moment. The long, twisted braid on her head nearly came loose, flyaway hairs sticking to her forehead. Half a dozen hands worked to unbuckle her brigandine, the sunlight yellow fabric muffling the clank of metal plates. Tiredly, Xinya wondered if blood would turn it a fiery orange.
There was a knock at the heavy wooden doors. “Enter,” she said.
“Your bath has been drawn, Your Greatness,” Jao reported, as the doors creaked open. She pressed them closed behind her with a hollow thud.
“Excellent,” Xinya sighed, both in relief as the brigandine came over her head and in anticipation of relaxing for a few minutes.
“There is also news from General Zhai.”
And all luxurious ideas fell apart. “Regarding what?”
“Scouts have spotted enemy forces following the Janxi River.”
“Through the mountains?”
“It appears so, though they have taken no action.”
“Crossing the border with no formal declaration of war.” Xinya drew her tongue across her teeth. Expecting something made it no easier to swallow.
“Your response?”
“See to it the general refreshes our spies in the north and sends more along the northwestern territory.” She stepped out of her boots, and the attendants whisked them away. “Have outposts along the Spine prepare for ambush.”
“They have expressed intent to do exactly that, Your Greatness.”
“Then all we must do is wait.”
Jao straightened just enough for Xinya to know she was surprised. “Wait?”
“If they attack us without a formal declaration, they appear desperate and cowardly.” As the last of her armor and dressings came off, a thin covering robe went on. “If we declare formal aggression, we give away our knowledge of their position, and they may strike in places we can’t possibly know. Gathering information is key at this stage, before the bloodshed is sanctioned.”
“Understood, Your Greatness. I’ll contact General Zhai at once.”
“Before you do, I’d like you to walk with me, Jao.” Xinya strode to the door, barefoot and robe fluttering open like a bird’s wings. The attendants chased her down, but she shooed them away. “I’ve more to discuss.”
Jao bowed her head and opened the door. “As you wish.”
From her military office to the palace, Xinya went with haste to her promised bath. Close at her heels, Jao followed at her right side, where her Hand belonged.
“How fares the dragon?” Xinya muttered.
“She’s managing,” Jao replied, seeming uncertain of her own words. “She complains less about her station, but only because she may be getting bored of it.”
“Well, I’d rather her complain than run amok across the countryside.”
“Indeed, Your Greatness.”
Xinya shouldered her way into the bathing room. As soon as the door shut, she shrugged her loose robe off and let it crumple to the floor. A low bronze basin awaited her, water steam form the fire burning underneath. A stack of cloths lay on a small table nearby, along with any soap and oil she might ever dream of. She ripped her hair out of the braid, let it tumble loose down her back, and forgot all dignity to lunge for the bath.
Grimy from her drills, the first thing she did was swipe a cloth through the hot water and bury her face in it. The damp heat made her groan. She stayed there for quite a long moment, standing completely naked with her face in a rag, and didn’t find it odd that Jao had followed her in until she cleared her throat.
“Your Greatness?” she asked, uncharacteristically timid. “If I may speak plainly?”
Xinya deigned to peek out of her heavenly cloth. “Yes?”
“Are you… well?”
It wasn’t funny, but she laughed. “We are all but at war. These are not easy days.”
“You say that a lot.”
“Because it’s true.”
Jao turned her head to the far wall, silent. Xinya dragged the cloth across her face, erasing a question with it. It wasn’t very warm in here, but her Hand looked rather pink in her olive cheeks.
“I’m not taking ill,” she said, “if that’s what concerns you.”
“I know that.” Jao scrounged her discarded robe from the ground, folding it absent-mindedly. “I only wish there was something I was able to do for you. To make things easier.”
Xinya smiled, heavy heart lifting just a little. “Having you at my side is already a great blessing. Your confidence in times like these is more than enough. And if we are speaking plainly, I would go so far as to say your friendship is invaluable.”
Jao snapped her gaze up, shocked. “Do you mean that?”
“I should hope I do, and may Tsuyan Himself mark me a liar if I don’t.”
Elated, she crinkled the robe to her chest. “Thank you, Your Gr—Xinya, I… I don’t know what to say.”
Xinya shrugged and stepped into her bath, letting the steam disguise the color rising in her own face. “Say nothing. Accept you are already doing more for me than you know.”
“I—I suppose I must.” Jao smiled down at the robe in her arms, then back up. “If there’s really nothing else you need, I’ll report back to the general.”
“Yes, that’s all.” She lowered herself to the neck in the hot water and hummed. “I’ll be here if something else… happens.”
With a bow, she turned to leave. Xinya watched her stall by the door, hand hovering in the air above the handle. The air went still.
“Is something the matter?” Xinya asked.
“N-No, I just…” Jao turned meekly over her shoulder. “Can I help you?”
“With what?”
She shifted her feet and gestured to the basin. Xinya looked down at herself.
“My bath?”
“It would be a way I can assist you. With my own hands.”
It was not usual for a Right Hand to do such tasks, but most of Xinya’s life was unusual. She wrung out the cloth and handed it over the lip of the basin. “I don’t see why not.”
Jao sprung into action as if she had been given an urgent order. She dropped the folded robe altogether, and slipped her arms out of her own to tie them behind her back, leaving most of her upper body exposed. Like a proper attendant, she dragged a stool over with her foot and sat by the edge of the bath, taking Xinya’s offered cloth with the seriousness of duty.
She plucked an amber ball of soap off the table and crushed it in the cloth. A thick foam rose to the surface as she squished it around. Xinya offered her arm, and she took it, running the cloth from her wrist to her shoulder as if she’d done it her whole life.
Part by part, Jao scrubbed her free of sweat and mud. She kept a second cloth by her side to rinse the soap free and to avoid dirtying the bath as much as possible. Xinya lifted her arms first, then her hair for Jao to scrub her back and shoulders. Her chest was next, and she knelt by the edge to let her whisk away what the armor had wrought on her skin. They didn’t say a word to each other, Xinya allowing Jao her reassuring task, to permit her help in this oddly specific way.
She was no stranger to being bathed by others. Since she was a babe on her nursemaid’s knee, she had a fleet of attendants scrambling to keep her pristine. The only reason she’d escaped it for so many years was because she ordered every single one of them to leave her alone, to allow her a few minutes of peace and quiet instead of bathing being yet another source of bustle. The compromise was to post guards outside the door, to ensure she was never in a room alone, and she would take that deal a hundred times rather than have a dozen girls try to scrub every side of her at once.
But this was different. Jao didn’t bathe her with the goal of making her presentable. There was no expectation of holding court, dinners, or dance lessons. This was for cleanliness’ sake alone. To bask in the ritual of it. It was as if she were bathing before prayer.
“Stand up,” Jao said, a gentle request, not an order.
Xinya stood up, letting the water run in rivulets down her body. Shoulder flecked with water herself, Jao took the cloth from the top of her thighs down to where the water met her calves. She ran in gentle circles over the sore muscles there, tight from their exhaustive use. Xinya grunted softly. It felt nice.
“Are you alright?” Jao asked.
“Yes, fine.” She let her run the second cloth over the remaining suds, then sank down again. “This is lovely.”
Jao did a poor job of hiding a smile in her shoulder, busying herself with the oils. “Your hair next.”
Xinya gathered her long locks into a bundle and squeezed. Water flushed itself from between her fingers like a river flooding the streets in springtime. Jao drizzled a small bottle of oil on her scalp and took over, running her fingers through the dark strands. Xinya rested her neck over the edge of the basin and shut her eyes.
“Thank you for offering this,” she mumbled.
“Thank you for accepting it.” Jao massaged the oil into her scalp, sending a pleasant tingle down her spine. “Maybe it is foolish, but it does help me as well. Lately you’ve been so ill at ease, I wished there was something more I could do, and I’ve always—” She hiccupped and went silent.
Xinya opened one curious eye. “Always what?”
Jao had her gaze fixed firmly on her hands, which weren’t moving. The steam had left the bath, but her face was pink again. “Forgive me, but part of me has… always wanted to do this.”
She opened both eyes. “This? Bathe me?” Jao remained frozen, so she assumed that was correct. “Why?”
Carefully, she began speaking again. “I don’t believe speaking plainly will suit us at this moment, Your Greatness.”
“Why not?”
“I would fear offending.”
“There is little from you that would offend.”
From upside-down, Xinya saw her swallow. Jao gathered the dark tresses of her hair and rested it all over a cloth in her lap. With a second dry cloth, she squeezed the water out of it in sections. For several long, quiet moments, that was all she did. Xinya kept her eyes open, wondering if she would ever have her question answered.
Once her hair was damp, rather than dripping, Jao quickly tied it into a long braid. Only then did she say, “I wanted to… finish. Before I spoke.” Xinya sat up and turned around, facing her properly to listen. She seemed more uncomfortable with that. “The reason why is that, aside from wishing to assist you of course, I—I want to touch you. In a rather indecent way sometimes, but—” She gestured vaguely up and down. “You’re quite beautiful.”
“Oh.” Several key details began to make sense.
“But if that is all.” Jao hurriedly stood up. “I can take my leave of you, Your—”
“Wait, hold on.” Xinya grabbed her hand. “You haven’t offended.”
“I haven’t?”
“Why would you? I’m flattered.”
“Your… wife?” Jao sat back down, but there was worry on her face. “I thought she disliked me.”
Xinya shut her eyes tiredly. “She’s only meddlesome for her own entertainment. Actually, she’s fond of you in her own way.”
She blinked. “Really?”
“I can’t explain it better than that.”
Jao nodded, accepting if not understanding. “I see.” She glanced at their joined hands. “But… you. What about you?”
Xinya smoothed her thumb for want of something to do with it. “I confess, I hadn’t really considered it. But Yu-Qi keeps insisting I bring more joy into my life.”
Jao stared at her, wide-eyed. “So…?”
In lieu of words, Xinya drew her hand closer and closer, and placed it on the side of her face. Jao followed to the edge of the basin, crawling off the stool and onto her knees. She brought her other hand to Xinya’s opposite cheek, drawing lines down her face reverently. Her breath was warm. And the kiss was soft.
Just like with the cloth, Jao coaxed her to relax in all ways. Sweet, tugging kisses that made her droop, gentle caresses of her body and soul, it would have been difficult to do anything else. With soft hands against her damp cheeks, Xinya let herself melt.
Mouth hanging loose, it opened the door to a deeper kiss. Jao took her more firmly and locked their lips, sighing with a deep ache behind it. Xinya shivered to know her Hand had wanted her for so long. She covered one of her hands and guided it across the line of her jaw. Jao picked up on the permission to explore, curling around her ear, down her neck, and across her shoulder. Xinya may have made a sound, a small breathy noise of approval—which turned into a gasp.
Jao plunged down and groped her breast, taking the whole of it in her palm. The kiss broke for mere seconds for Xinya to be shocked, but Jao sealed it again, this time including her tongue. Her other hand cupped the back of her head to hold her in place, exploring her mouth and body at the same time.
Already, Xinya’s breath came hot and fast. The water splashed gently, Jao massaging her in circles just above the surface of the bath. Her soft nipple hardened against her palm, and she whined softly for leap in stimulation. Ever attentive, Jao pressed their heads together, sticking her tongue deep into her mouth, and tugged the hard bud. Xinya moaned into her mouth before she could remember to keep her voice down.
Jao’s other hand made sure she’d keep forgetting, diving down to her chest with its twin, and teasing her other nipple. Xinya gripped the edge of the basin and whined, pushing her head against Jao like an eager cat. Their kiss broke, a gossamer strand of saliva connecting their lips, and they stared into each other’s eager eyes. Jao pinched and twisted with both hands. Xinya’s eyes fluttered shut when she moaned.
Suddenly, Jao was gone. Before she could process what happened, Xinya heard a splash and a felt a leg. In an instant, Jao was on top of her, crawling into the bath with her robe still on.
“You’re—” Xinya tried to point out.
“Doesn’t matter,” Jao interrupted, and pounced.
She found herself pressed against the back of the bronze tub, held there with a kiss. She threw her wet arms around Jao, feverishly traveling down her neck and across her chest. Jao hummed and sighed against her lips, her own hands wandering downwards through the water. Xinya tingled everywhere her fingers landed—her sides, her ribs, her hips, and one snuck between her thighs. She gasped at the mere implication.
When Jao pushed past her folds to press against her clit, it was another way to make her go limp. She whimpered, hips twitching as those soft fingers started rubbing her in circles. The bath was cool at best, warmed only by the last embers of the fire below, but her body boiled with need. Every stroke made her quiver, grabbing desperately for Jao’s face, to kiss her harder and muffle her moans. Jao used her other hand to massage her chest again, and Xinya could barely think.
Gentle waves lapped at the side of the bath as Jao went faster. The tiny sound of her moving her hand felt deafening, but Xinya couldn’t gather the thoughts to care. Her breath left her, reduced to panting into Jao’s mouth as she flicked her clit around and around, pleasure tingling at the end of every nerve. Her hips twitched, desperate for more even as her head spun. Jao backed up, took both her legs under the knee, and draped them over the edge of the basin. Xinya quaked before Jao even touched her again—seeing her own legs spread wide with Jao between them, hair a mess, chest heaving, kneeling in the water with half a robe on, made her clit throb for attention.
“Can I put them inside you?” Jao asked, holding up two fingers.
Xinya nodded heavily. “Please do.”
She raced back to kiss her against the tub again, and pushed the offered two inside. Xinya whimpered, realizing she was slick enough for them to ease right in. Jao groaned into her mouth, pressing her fingers all the way to the knuckle. She held them there and pressed her thumb to Xinya’s clit, rubbing it up and down while she curled her fingers on the inside. Xinya pushed all the air from her lungs in a single shaky moan.
There wasn’t much else she could do. A queen laid low by her loyal Hand, she curled her toes, trembled, whimpered, and hoped no one thought to check on her. Jao cupped the back of her neck and kissed her deeply, only for Xinya to break it with a gasp. Jao curled her fingers against a startling spot against her walls, a place that made her jerk her hips and splash. Thumb on her clit, she massaged two blissful spots at once, fingers matching pace with each other in a maddeningly perfect way. Xinya wished she could writhe and keen, barely holding her tongue. Her thighs quaked, her clit throbbed, she clenched around Jao’s hand.
“I’m so—” she whispered. That was all she had time to say.
Xinya came with a start, arching her back and locking her throat around a moan. Jao kissed her to grant some sort of relief, swallowing up quiet pieces of a long cry of ecstasy. As her body shook, her mind flew into the clouds, floating back down as gently as an autumn leaf.
“Xinya?” Jao asked. Something in her shivered to hear her own name.
“Mhm?” she managed.
She gestured down at her soaked robes. “I’m a bit of a mess.”
Xinya staggered to her feet, and they extracted themselves from the bath. Jao undressed and ducked behind the changing screen, hoping to find something less conspicuous to wear. Xinya sat on the floor.
“Yu-Qi is going to interrogate me for this,” she sighed.
“Why?”
“She’ll be able to smell the passion from miles away.”
A Sight to Behold
Characters: Xinya / Yu-Qi
From: The God-Dragon’s Wife
Contains: groping, oral sex
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Xinya wrinkled her nose, blinking awake to an annoying tapping sound. The only light flickered dimly on the wall, as the lanterns whispered away the last of the oil. Rubbing her bleary eyes, she scanned her great bedroom from her mattress, plush and raised off the floor by a short platform. The noise that woke her, a rhythmic tk-tk-tk, swallowed up all other sounds of the night.
In the corner, a hunched shadow caught her eye. The dim lights only illuminated the edges of the shape, long and twisted in knots like a bramble, jutting spikes, long and short, from every angle. A single branch of the tangled shadow flicked at the same spot on the wall, blocking the long mirror, hung proud and silver on the wall. The sharp click of claws on glass followed its every move.
“Is something troubling you?” Xinya asked.
Yu-Qi turned her draconic head. This body she chose was much smaller than her true form, but was no less imposing, with sharp eyes, white scales, and a curtain of fur falling between her crooked horns. She writhed, the long shape of her body moving like water in a bowl, until suddenly she was a woman again. Her scales became the wrinkles of nightclothes, fabric tossing around as she rolled onto her stomach from an impossible pose. She held her cheeks up while she grinned.
“Do I seem troubled?” she asked, teeth flashing in the lantern light.
“You aren’t sleeping,” Xinya pointed out.
“How can I? There’s so much to admire.”
She raised her brows. “In the mirror?”
“Where else?”
She was so sincere, Xinya forgot it might be rude to laugh at her god. “Quite a self-involved passion.”
“Perhaps.” Yu-Qu sat up and turned around, staring into the mirror again. “But it’s not often a mortal creates something that can capture the likeness of the eternal.”
Xinya had seen the God-Dragon of Passion at her most egotistical, and while such a trait wasn’t absent here, she did appear different. Yu-Qi gazed into the glass with a scholar’s curiosity, fingers tracing the shapes of reflected shadows. She wasn’t so much admiring herself as she was admiring the mirror itself, the things it showed her, no matter what they were. Xinya only saw the silhouette of herself sitting up in bed, a fuzzy outline in the dark. Yu-Qi traced that too. For some reason, it made her shiver.
“Do you need anything,” Xinya asked, “before I go back to sleep?”
“Yes.” Without looking, she beckoned with one hand. “Come here.”
Lead in her bones, she wanted to ask what Yu-Qi could possibly want her to do at this hour, but knew the answer would only summon more questions. Xinya slipped out of her blankets and padded across the floor. Absentminded hands lifted her hair over one shoulder, gathering it out of the mess she’d made of it in her few hours asleep. Yu-Qi watched her approach in the mirror, an eager smile growing on her face.
“It even looks like you,” she said, almost in awe.
“That’s what a mirror does.” Xinya stopped right behind her.
“And quite well, indeed.”
Yu-Qi leaned back against her legs and settled there like a friendly cat. Too sleepy to startle properly, Xinya just blinked and lifted a shaky hand. There was still so much trepidation in her heart, in spite of all the progress Yu-Qi had made, the spots they mended, and the world-shattering truths she had come to face since that single errant prayer. Xinya set a hand on Yu-Qi’s silky dark hair and watched herself, standing in the mirror with a dragon at her feet.
The nightclothes Yu-Qi had summoned weren’t the ones she’d begun the night with. Every time she changed her body, everything she wore would be white as the moon on its return, an eerie bone color that no dyes could replicate. Xinya was running out of excuses as to where the original clothes were going—because she didn’t have an answer, and Yu-Qi didn’t seem interested in finding one. It was a stark contrast to the dark blue Xinya wore that night, almost melting into the night behind them. They looked a bit like the sky.
“What are you thinking of, little queen?” Yu-Qi asked.
“Nothing important,” she said. “And you?”
Yu-Qi hummed, shifting where she sat. “I’d like to see more of you.”
Her heart skipped. “More?”
Her movements spelled her intentions more clearly than words ever could. Yu-Qi turned slowly, keeping Xinya’s hand on the crown of her head, and pressed her face into the corner of her hip. Long fingers crawled up to the fabric belt around her waist. Silver eyes gazed at her, as reflective as the mirror, the very picture of want. Xinya swallowed, unsure whose image she saw there.
“Here?” she asked.
Impatient, Yu-Qi growled in her throat and tugged at the belt. Xinya grabbed her hands to still them, knowing exactly how possible it was for her to literally tear her clothes apart.
“Alright,” she agreed, head starting to fog with warmth. “Just—careful.”
She hummed—pleased with herself, no doubt—and let go of the belt entirely. Yu-Qi crawled even higher up her body, and had no trouble reaching the first golden button on her shirt. Xinya let her arms fall to her sides as she loosened each one, skipping down the line, until the garment fell open to expose her breasts to the night air. Yu-Qi untucked the shirt and flicked it aside, the thin sleeves cascading down her arms and crumpling to the floor. Xinya let out a shaky sigh as Yu-Qi rolled them in gentle circles, nipples hardening against her palms. When the warmth in her head started to trickle down to her cheeks, Yu-Qi let go, and worked her way downwards again.
With delicate movements, she undid the fabric belt, loop by loop. Xinya tried to avoid meeting her own gaze in the mirror, but the only other thing for her to do was watch Yu-Qi. The looser the belt became, the more the lust in her silver eyes darkened, inching closer to her prize. If scales, horns, and teeth had burst from her then, Xinya wouldn’t have been surprised. Nor, she realized, would she be afraid.
When the belt came off, Yu-Qi lost any tenderness and yanked her pants down. Xinya gasped when a hot tongue dragged up her stomach. Heavy breaths skated over her skin as Yu-Qi traced her waist, hips, and thighs with lips and tongue and teeth. All Xinya could do was watch and pant, hands shocked into loose fists at her sides.
With silent care, Yu-Qi trailed a hand down the back of one leg to her knee. Xinya lifted her knee when prodded, stepping out of her pants, and let Yu-Qi drape it over her shoulder. Grabbing her head for stability, Xinya shuddered and found herself staring in the mirror again. Naked, hair falling over her shoulders like an open curtain, and flushed from her neck to her ears.
Yu-Qi slid forward, pushing her tongue through the coarse hair between her legs, and found her clit. Xinya sighed hotly, ripples of pleasure climbing through her limbs as Yu-Qi moved her in circles. Silver eyes closed, her face told the tale of decadence, enjoying a well-deserved meal.
The gentle, quick motions soon made up for their lack of warm-up. Xinya felt herself dampen by the second, breath coming shorter and whimpers slipping past her lips. Yu-Qi dragged her tongue through her folds, lapping up her slick before it had a chance to drip down her legs. Her spine tingled at the inhuman precision of her movements with a tongue that moved far more freely than it should have. No stranger to the many aberrations of loving a God-Dragon, Xinya only enjoyed it.
She caught herself in the mirror again, but embarrassment paled in the face of her bliss. Xinya watched with hazy interest, balancing in place to receive her indulgences. Mouth dropped open, pink in the face, and hands balled into fists in Yu-Qi’s hair.
Yu-Qi herself didn’t seem to notice, lost in her ministrations. She held Xinya upright with the same ease she took with carrying a dancer’s ribbon, and with similar poise. Kneeling with a straight back, she looked so uncannily like the petitioners who came so readily to the base of her throne to kneel in piety. Xinya shivered, from the movements of her skilled tongue, and the sight before her. There really was a dragon at her feet. Her dragon.
Yu-Qi sucked her clit gently and she groaned. Taking the invitation, she kept going, drawing it out longer and longer. Xinya clenched her hands and locked her throat around a moan that would have surely alerted her guards if she set it free. Yu-Qi seemed determined to cut it loose, pausing only to draw her clit more securely between her lips before sucking again. Whimpering, Xinya nodded, a gesture only seen by her reflection, but she couldn’t help it. Her body twitched of its own volition, puppeteered by the ecstasy plucking her nerves.
Unexpected teeth nipped her clit and she squeaked. Xinya snapped her gaze down. “Be careful,” she scolded.
Yu-Qi didn’t remove her mouth, but it was clear she was pouting. I am careful, she seemed to protest, and it was surely what she would have said.
Xinya stifled a breathy laugh, shakily removing her leg. Yu-Qi sat back, another protest in her eyes.
“I can’t stand here any longer,” she explained, before the complaints could start. “We should go to bed.”
“Can’t you lie here?” Yu-Qi asked, still planted on her knees.
“It’s more comfortable there. And”—She added, scraping her clothes off the floor—“you’ll be able to watch in the mirror as well.”
This caught her attention. She rose to her feet only to drop onto all fours again, her body elongating as she galloped for the mere steps it took to cross the room. Xinya followed, shaking her head with a smile.
Did the relationship start polyamorous, or was it a monogamous relationship that eventually opened?
Please and thank you.
thank you and you're welcome!
I'll answer this for the royal dragon polycule/situation from from The God-Dragon's Wife
2. Did the relationship start polyamorous, or was it a monogamous relationship that eventually opened?
So the relationship started when Xinya made an eternal pact to Yu-Qi, so I'd say it was pretty solidly monogamous at the outset. I am still working out the details of how Jao gets "added" exactly, but something something their close bond was simply too powerful and/or fascinating for Yu-Qi to consider it a breaking of her rules and she enjoys watching Xinya and Jao like bugs as they awkwardly try to have a relationship.
This is from one million years ago when I was first coming up with the idea for this WIP:
Xinya turned and walked slowly out of the temple. It was forbidden to run under the eyes of a God-Dragon—running was for prey, and the liar. Before crossing the threshold, she unclasped the folds of her Robe of Worship from the golden buttons and let it slip over her shoulders, down her hips, and to the floor, like a pool of shimmering blood. Then, she set her glittering headdress beside it, long dark hair falling free of its bindings.
Nude, Xinya stepped out of the Robes and through the entrance of the temple. A priest clad in purple robes offered her a white cloth and a bowl of warm water. The queen accepted the cloth and washed the oil from her golden-bronze face and neck.
“Your prayers went well, Your Greatness?”
Xinya stared down the hall, spotting Han-Lao, close friend and High Priest of her private temple, approaching. Dressed in a Robe of Worship, the only person allowed to wear them outside of prayer, he ushered Jao down the hall at his side, the latter carrying a change of clothes. Xinya smiled, the first she had allowed herself in nearly an hour.
“I would say so, Your Holiness,” the queen answered, shaking her hands free of water. She returned the cloth to the priest, and they bowed respectfully before retreating down the hall. They stopped to give the High Priest the God-Dragon’s Blessing.
“An unfortunate thing for it to be cut short,” the High Priest said as he approached her. The queen gave him the God-Dragon’s Blessing, and he did the same.
“I agree,” Xinya said. Han-Lao ducked past her to retrieve her discarded Robe and headdress. “I asked the God-Dragons’ forgiveness as my final prayer. I only hope they accept it.”
I'll rewrite it at some point, but I think it holds up for now!
💰Henry & Priscilla
I'm gonna write this bit at some point, but among all the horrible things the mob does, illegal brothels are one of them and Priscilla takes it upon herself to pick one of "their girls" in every brothel to be an informant as well. she has a special little test she gives all of them, and the ones who pass are "upgraded" to this new duty and allowed special privileges the others are not. Priscilla herself sees this as a kindness that these women were probably never going to receive from the outside world, but obviously it like. isn't. lmao
I just rbed your fantasy WIP ask game and I don’t know if you’re taking asks but if so!!
🚫 What CAN’T magic do in your WIP? Where does the mystical power fall short?
thank you, i am always taking asks! i'll answer this one for The God-Dragon's Wife!
🚫 What CAN’T magic do in your WIP? Where does the mystical power fall short?
Funnily enough, the question of what magic can't do is the entire plot of this book!
Yu-Qi may be a god and a dragon, but when she grants prayers, she's not changing the course of history or creating something that didn't exist before. She can... smooth out the wrinkles, for want of a better phrase, on the path from the present to the answer to the prayer. If you ask for a new opportunity in life, she'll nudge the world along to make sure you get one. To her, time and space are meaningless, so even if it takes days, weeks, months, or years for the prayer to be answered, she sees it all happen instantly, like pulling a crease out of your shirt. It's not as straightforward as "god snaps her fingers and you get a million dollars."
But the plot of the book is that she's not even able to do that anymore. She can hear prayers, but the universe refuses to budge. The world doesn't respond to her every beck and call anymore, which is of course unacceptable, so she's gotta do some sleuthing away from her little bubble to figure out why. And maybe get a wife on the way.
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