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Laying alone in the bed in the shao-furen quarters, Jiang Yanli was sore from the end of her lesson with her mother-in-law, and yet ached for more.
When Yanli had come to live at Koi Tower, she was truly alone. Her parents were dead, the sect decimated and scattered to the four winds. Xianxian was missing and a-Cheng had gone to find him with Lan Wangji, leaving her alone in a safe but utterly unfamiliar place.
Jin-furen was like her mother, the commander at the center of a whirlwind, unsmiling as she ran the sect for her husband. She looked as youthful as Yanli was, her cultivation keeping her body youthful, in the blossom of her beauty. She looked like an immortal or a minor goddess, never a hair out of place, her ample chest, narrow waist, and broad hips drawing the eye one moment, her painted lips commanding the next. Watching her made Yanli quiver, made her want things she didn’t know how to want.
And then beautiful Jin-furen would saunter down from her whirlwind and speak to Yanli so very kindly. She praised and petted Yanli, told her to call her Mother. She offered her lessons in the art of sex. Her new mother kissed her, licked her, fucked her; pried her open, feeding a hunger Yanli hadn’t known lurked within her.
She would press down on Yanli, press her down into the mattress, praising her for her reactions and instincts. She offered a kiss every time Yanli called out, leaned into her further each time she called her mother.
Her mother-in-law gave her the praises that Yanli had longed to hear for so long from her mother. Yu Ziyuan praised rarely and Yanli never; Yin Binwan praised no-one but Yanli, and praised her every move, every whimper, every moan. A-Li was such a good girl, a filial child, learning so quickly, responding so well to her touch.
Her mother-in-law had learned it all from her mother, she said, her shijie from their home sect in Meishan. Yu Ziyuan had once held Yin Binwan and fucked her like Yin Binwan fucked Jiang Yanli now, giving her pleasure and praise in turn.
In a way, Jiang Yanli imagined as she stroked her femininity, her mother was praising her through her mother-in-law. The thought alone made her moan, remembering Mother’s hot breath against her lips, her warm praise, her tongue sliding against Yanli’s.
She found the place that her mother-in-law had called her pleasure. Stroking it, she conjured the feeling of Mother’s tongue there, of her kiss as Yanli had experienced the true prize of sex for the first time. Working it, she thought of how Mother had tasted when she kissed Yanli after, a taste Yanli had never experienced before. She was the closest thing Yanli had to a mother now, and she was teaching her how to be loved, how to be wanted and praised and good.
Yanli was surprised when she came, thinking of how her new mother loved her daughter, her mouth and tongue and fingers and words, love that she’d never known before.
She determined to practice, so surprises would not come again and Mother would love her more, harder, deeper, bringing her to the brink again and again.
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Practically as soon as her mother-in-law had entered Yanli’s room that night, she was summoned away to mind sect business, leaving behind her jade toy and a horny daughter.
Yanli had only seen this jade a few times, but during their last lesson, her mother-in-law had taught her how to work it in, how to feel its buzz. The spiritual energy of Yanli’s mother coursed through it, the electric charge of Zidian giving it life. Yanli wanted, needed, to feel it inside her again, to have her mother so much closer than she had ever been when she was alive.
As she disrobed, she thought about her mother. She had never heard Yu Ziyuan say she had done a good job, never heard her tell her she was beautiful. She had been the most beautiful woman in the world, Yanli thought.
She remembered that when she was twelve, the second-most beautiful woman had come to visit. Yin-ayi had patted her head and told her how cute she was, then sent her away to go play with the other children. Yanli had known then she was a woman, because she had her first period two months before, and instead of playing had secretly watched the other two women through a gap in the walls after she had been dismissed. Her mother had told Yin-ayi that she was good, that she was beautiful, as she undid her robes and licked her chest. Yanli had licked her hand experimentally and found it was kind of gross.
When Yin Binwan had licked her chest yesterday like her mother had before, Yanli had moaned with pleasure, finally understanding what she did not as a child. She heard her mother’s voice as her mother-in-law called her a good girl, praising her for what came naturally to her body.
She unlaced the box on the dressing table and withdrew the jade; as she did, a note fluttered out. Her mother’s calligraphy: “Think only of me.” She felt Yu Ziyuan’s spiritual power in her hand and she pulsed, her secret place already anticipating what was to come.
She reclined on her bed and breathed unsteadily, setting the jade carefully aside for the moment. With one hand, she reached down to massage the place where her mother-in-law had taught her, focusing on the opening rather than the pleasure. With the other, she rubbed the place on her neck where Mother had bitten her, where her mother had bitten her mother-in-law. The feeling of teeth, the kiss that followed. She fantasized that her mother had bit her there, a punishment for Yanli being bad, then kissed her because she was good. Her mother would have been sharper, deeper. Hot breath on her cold, delicate skin, then warm lips, a rough tongue.
Her mothers had fucked right here, in this bed. Yanli rubbed herself harder at the thought. Yu Ziyuan had brought Yin Binwan to the same place she brought Jiang Yanli, to a place of ecstasy, beyond ecstasy, overwhelming the senses.
She thought she was ready for the jade. Slowly, carefully, she slid it into herself. As the tip slid in, her free hand curled in the sheets. Her mother’s spiritual energy making contact with hers made the jade buzz softly, like Zidian recognizing her touch. Her mother was inside her now.
She remembered the praises of Mother as she fucked her, how she was so good. Her mother-in-law had the same Meishan accent with her that she remembered Mother having when she was young, before her mother was used to Yunmeng. She imagined them merging, Yin Binwan’s words in Yu Ziyuan’s voice while Mother inserted the jade into her.
Working the jade further into herself, her hips beginning to find a rhythm, she remembered how her mother had praised her mother-in-law when they’d made love at Lotus Pier. She imagined being between them, one kissing her neck, the other licking her breasts. Both of them whispering praise into her ear, telling Yanli what a good girl she was, how well she was taking them. Zidian on her mother’s finger as she opened Yanli up, rubbing against her pleasure, the electricity running inside her and strengthening her golden core.
The jade was buzzing harder than before, now that it was deep inside her. Yanli held onto it as she rolled her hips, faster and faster, imagining her mother held it. As she brought herself to the climax, the electricity of the jade crackled through her. She had only one thought, all-consuming in its pleasure and grief and heartache: the thought of her mother and all that she never was.
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The only room in Lotus Pier left intact that was suitable for Jiang Yanli’s standing and gender was the same room that her mother and mother-in-law had made love in, all those years ago. She did not think of them every night as they rebuilt, because often she was so tired by the time she came to bed that she fell asleep immediately. However, on those rare nights where she was still awake and excitable, her fantasies often went something like this.
Jiang Yanli would be in her room in only her innermost robe when her mother and mother-in-law came in, looking exactly as they had on that day. Her mother would criticize her, and Yin-ayi would counter it with praise: she was too skinny, but to be thin was to be beautiful; her breasts were too small, but they were perky and well-placed; her cultivation was not high enough, but she had a quick mind. They would unwrap her slowly as they did this, slowly revealing her skin to the cold air. Goosebumps would overtake her flesh; her nipples would become erect.
When she was fully disrobed, Yin-ayi would disrobe as well and come to her from behind, bracing her from the back and slowly kissing up and down her neck, her large breasts pressing into her back. Mother would watch them from the front, face impassive, until Yin-ayi bit her. Then she would swoop in.
Mother would kiss her with an open mouth, her lips and tongue eating each of Yanli’s gasps as Yin-ayi began to roll behind her. She would guide them onto the bed, leading a dance Yanli was helpless not to follow. As Yanli laid on top of her, Yin-ayi would grasp her breasts and circle the nipples with her thumbs, continuing her bites and kisses on Yanli’s neck and shoulders, while Mother licked Yanli in slow, languid, purposeful movements, running down her sternum, her stomach, and finally down to her most feminine parts.
Here, Mother would begin to call her good. A-Li was so good, responding so well; a-Li had learned so quickly. She would lick Yanli open, licking her until Yanli was ready, then she would rub against her pleasure with Zidian. Her mother’s spiritual energy would course through her with each touch as Yanli’s hips bucked, Yin-ayi’s bucking with her, love and pleasure passing between the three of them like it was the hot, sweaty Yunmeng air.
As Jiang Yanli’s fantasy came to its head, sometimes, she would imagine Mother saying “I love you.” As far as Yanli remembered, her mother had never said this to anyone in her life: not to her, not to her brother, not to her father.
When Mother said “I love you” in the fantasy, Jiang Yanli always came, her imagination and her fingers having done their work well. Her energy burned, she was usually able to then go to sleep, her mother’s absent love ringing in her ears.