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Jiaoqiu sat on the sofa by his door, eyes shut but ears perked up waiting. It was a bit silly to do this, but if he couldn’t see, he needed to hone his other senses. Besides, it’s not like Feixiao would ever mind- not with the way she encouraged Moze to get better at stalking her.
Ever since the wardance had concluded, a peace of sorts had settled over the Yaoqing. Marshall Hua ordered them all off for a couple months of what Feixiao called tea parties, but were labeled as diplomatic meetings. Visits with allies, strengthening relations. All of the fanfare and frills for a general as respected as Feixiao, but none of the usual combat.
She never complained in public, but sometimes, as they discussed the daily events on their own, Jiaoqiu could sense the frustration in his general’s voice. She doubled her gym sessions, sometimes not treading past his door till an hour past her usual time.
Jiaoqiu would sit by his door and wait for her to walk past, wait and listen for the cadence of her footsteps. If they were faster, slower, whatever- it was a little window of insight into her life. He would call her once she was in her room, reminding her of what time their next appointment was in the morning, or if she had it off.
Then, in the distance, the front door opened. And shut. She was near.
When he heard how uneven her footsteps were, he prepared a snide remark about her drinking habits, but no, wait, something was off. She wasn’t stumbling, she was staggering. Then she snarled, a noise she never made. Hmm?
Jiaoqiu slid his door open, ears perked. With no visual aid, all he could do was listen more closely, and call out-
“General?”
“Jiaoqiu,” she replied. There was a rough edge to her voice, not quite angry, but something filled with feeling regardless. Aggravation, desperation.
“Are you alright?” He kept his tone even and mellow. If this was her moon rage rearing its vicious head, he was dead regardless of how calm his voice was. But the way she had said his name- there was something there. She sounded lucid.
“Something,” she said. “Is wrong.”
“Here,” he said, and offered out an arm in the direction of her voice. “Come in.” He felt the air rush around him as she lunged, her warmth suddenly up against him. She felt warm, even through her coat. She panted, and slumped against his chest. Her breath was hot against his neck, as she leaned over on him. He put an arm around her, and felt her shiver. Awkwardly, he ended up hugging her. She whined, and inhaled into him, making the skin on his neck prickle in a way that went straight down to his dick.
He staggered into the room with her, sliding the door shut behind them awkwardly as the General released him. She leaned against the wall, then slid to the floor. Jiaoqiu knelt down next to her. He wished he could see her, if only for a moment, to gauge her complexion, the color of her tongue. Instead, he could only rely on his ears, his hands, and his nose to ascertain her condition.
“You’re burning up,” he said, holding a hand to her forehead. “How do you feel?”
“I’m not quite myself,” she said. She leaned into his touch, and moaned. Jiaoqiu willed himself to not react to her noises. This was Feixiao, he reminded himself. His General. Except that was the problem- if it were anyone else- focus. None of that. He was a healer, she was his patient.
“Is this anything like moon rage?” he asked her. She shook her head.
“It’s- different?” she said.
“Different how?” he said, and trailed his hand down her head to the side of her neck, getting a feel on her racing pulse. She breathed harder as he touched her. Then she whimpered. He felt her move an arm as she reached up- to cover her mouth? Probably.
“Everything is so sensitive,” she said, and then inhaled sharply as he pressed his hand against her. He held his hand in place, counting in his head. He knew her normal resting pulse, her pulse after battle, the feel of her breathing after a run. She was more ragged now, some awful edge to it. Her scent was off too. That was maybe the biggest clue. She smelled good. Way too good. Her musk had an irresistible spicy edge to it, faint enough he had to stop himself from leaning in to smell more.
“Your pulse is fast,” he said, and moved his hand away. “You’re burning up too.”
“I’m so- I feel so- um. Can you keep touching me,” she muttered. “Your hands feel good.”
Despite knowing it was probably a bad idea, Jiaoqiu obliged her, reaching out to touch her neck again, with the mental excuse of checking on her lymph nodes. She leaned in, and then half fell, half slumped over. She twisted as she fell down into his lap, knocking him from his kneel down into a sit. He hit the floor, and she crawled more into his lap. Nearer to his increasingly hard dick. He crossed his legs. He had no idea how visible it was. Still, he was only a side thought. He forced his full attention back on her.
“General,” he said, as he cradled her head against him. “How do you feel?”
“Hot,” she whispered. “And achy.” Jiaoqiu pulled her closer, and felt her whimper. He felt it through his hands and arms, but mostly heard it. He felt a bit dirty, just listening. Still- between the way that she smelled, from the way that she was pressed up against him- from speculative literature, from his own best guesses- He wrapped his arms around her, and felt her melt into him.
“The blood moon cured most of your symptoms,” he said, “but I fear it’s given you a few new ones as well.”
“Mm,” said Feixiao, into him.
“General, are you- feeling sexually aroused?”
“I- yeah,” she said. “Sort of? But I’ve never felt it like this before. It’s not just anything, it’s everything, and I really want you and I- I’m sorry.”
“I can help,” said Jiaoqiu. He felt her shiver.
“No no, I- I can’t do that to you, it wouldn’t be right,” she said. Jiaoqiu paused.
“General, what wouldn’t be right? I meant I could prepare you a soothing meal.”
“Oh. A meal,” said Feixiao. “Right. I- um. I thought you meant you would fuck me.” She laughed, then shivered again. “I’m sorry, I- ah fuck,” she whimpered. “I want- I need-” She panted, her words failing her. “Whatever help you can give me. Except- I don’t think I can wait for a meal, so maybe- you should leave.”
“What makes you say that?” said Jiaoqiu.
“I’ve already crossed a line,” she said. “I’m sorry, this is your room. I just- I don’t think I can get back to mine.”
“I understand,” he said. “But before I leave, I do have one thing to offer,” he said.
“Mmhm?”
“If there is anyone you would like for me to ask on your behalf to aid you in this, I will relay the message,” he said. It wouldn’t be right to offer himself. Even though- she smelled so good, she felt so warm, her moans in his ears, so colored in shades of want-
“You and Moze,” she said, all too quickly. Like she already knew. Jiaoqiu felt his heart thud at that, that she was so quick to choose him. “Only if you are ok with it. And only if he is ok with it. And you both need to understand, you can say no. I am your superior officer…” she trailed off.
“I understand,” said Jiaoqiu. “I need you to understand- I don’t want either of us to be taking advantage of you.”
“No,” said Feixiao. “I trust you both.”
“Alright then. I’ll be back after I find Moze.” Jiaoqiu went to stand up, but Feixiao growled.
“No,” she said as she pinned him to the floor. She froze, realizing what she had done, and then quickly released him. “I mean- Please. Don’t leave.” He nodded.
“I’ll text him then,” he said as she laid herself on top of him. Jiaoqiu gasped, managed to reach for his phone to start typing, as she started licking his neck. He steeled his resolve and managed to shakily text Moze a fast, come here asap request. The phone slid from his grasp as Feixiao nibbled on his left ear, her hot breath cradling it.
Beneath her, Jiaoqiu felt a pang of guilt. This was Feixiao, his general, his patient, his friend. Was this alright? They both wanted it. But he didn’t want this- he wanted more.
Did she know? She was the reason he lived. He would do anything for her- drink poison, face down a Borisin Warhead Brood Lord. He felt a horrible warmth in his chest as she licked his cheek, as she pressed down against him. He wished he could see her, her face flushed, her pupils surely wide. He had imagined her like this before. Well, not like this, but there had been some nights- she brought him back by licking his lips and grinding down on his erection. It was his turn to moan, which only encouraged her.
She fumbled with his shirt, her fingers flying through the ties. Then she trailed down to his pants. Fuck, he was hard. He tried to return the favor, reach up and help unbuckle her from her coat. He ended up touching the side of her stomach on the way up. One of her hands darted down, holding his hand in place on her. He moved it a bit, fingers pressing into her skin.
“Jiaoqiu,” she whimpered, and guided his hand down. She was still wearing her shorts, but as she brought his fingers to her crotch, he felt a rush of heat through his dick. She was so wet she had soaked through the fabric. He pressed his fingers in, and she gasped and ground down against him. “Fuck,” she said, as Jiaoqiu pressed hard enough to create a divot in the fabric that let him press against her clit.
She rode his fingers until with a moan, she backed off. His fingers felt a bit sore, but more importantly, Feixiao was soaked, and now his fingers were too.
“I need you in me,” she said, almost matter of fact, but with a frantic edge.
She maneuvered off of him, and through her uncanny mix of speed and finesse, somehow got both of them naked faster than Jiaoqiu could figure out what she was doing. She scooped him up into her arms and held him firmly.
“You have a bed,” she said, one arm hooked under his legs, the other wrapped around his shoulders. He leaned into her as she easily strode over, then gently placed him down on his covers. “I would like to use it.”
Was this ok? For them to do this- so fast. They could discuss it later. They would need to discuss it later-
His mind went blank as Feixiao kissed him. She was gentle, but then she moaned and pressed down onto him, her wet slick hot as she braced down onto his erection. She kissed him roughly as she ground down, her hips strong as she pinned him firmly against his bed.
He hadn’t thought she would be this forward, he tried to speak out, but it was all a whimper. Her scent had gotten much stronger now that she was naked. He wanted to drown in her. She kissed him again, then her tongue was in his mouth greedily. She drew away and bit his lip, still rubbing up against him, still dripping down onto him.
“Can I?” she whispered, a hand reaching down to touch him. Jiaoqiu nodded, glad he didn’t have to speak. He felt her hand go down, tracing a line down his stomach. He thought she might want to just touch him, the way he wanted to hold- to grasp- to feel her. He wasn’t expecting for her to use her hand to guide him into herself, dropping herself down onto him, slowly at first. He felt his hips moving before he could consciously stop himself, thrusting up into her. She let out a soft gasp as she sank down. As she fully took him in, she paused, shaking a bit.
“Fuck,” she whimpered. “Fuck, Jiaoqiu.” She rode him, grinding down onto him, clenching down and then moaning as she felt his whole length fill her.
For the first time in days, Jiaoqiu truly mourned the loss of his sight. To see her- obscenely fucking herself on him- her cheeks red, her lips wet-
“Uh,” he moaned, fucking back into her against her weight, his hands going up to her waist. It felt wrong to hold her like this, but she felt good on him. Around him, moaning, squirming, fucking him.
She cried out and fell forwards, grinding down onto him, but still squeezing him inside of her. Sweat dripped from her face as she rode him, and Jiaoqiu moaned out a warning. He had been recovering- he hadn’t-
“Feixiao, I’m close,” he moaned, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she snarled in his ear and kept fucking him. With another moan, he came undone inside of her, his hips buckling and his back arching. “Fuck,” he whined, as she still didn’t stop. With one last half baked thrust, he cried out,, his dick still pulsing inside her. Then, he went still and boneless, even as she moaned and panted above him. He felt the cum leaking out, dripping down the sides of his dick. Feixiao paused above him, and brought a hand down to rub at herself.
“Jiaoqiu,” she whispered, her arm moving fast and hard. “You can’t see, but I’m touching myself with your cum.” He could feel it though, feel her movements around him, over him, on him. He shivered as she picked up her pace. He was still half out of it, but he couldn’t ignore the slick noise as she rubbed at herself, faster, wetter. His softening dick was still inside her, and he felt her tense up as she moaned and moaned-
She came with a soft yell, then collapsed over him, her hips moving but her upper body heaving as she panted. After she finished riding it out, and the last waves of it were through, she shakily pulled off of him. He felt warm fluids spill out of her, back onto him. Fuck, why was that hot, he wondered, feeling too fuzzy to ever move again. Feixiao rolled off of him, then curled up at his side. Her hands found him, and though they were moist and a bit sticky, they were comforting as she melted into him, grabbing onto his arm.
There was a long, quiet moment as they laid there breathing together. Jiaoqiu felt her hand caressing him, and brought his hand over to hold hers. Their fingers interlaced.
“You should probably know,” she said, quietly. “Moze is here.”
“What,” said Jiaoqiu, still out of breath.
“You texted me,” said Moze, from off to the side of the bed. Jiaoqiu felt his face flush red. He had- but Moze had just been- standing there watching? “You asked for help.”
“Right,” said Jiaoqiu, faint. “Um-”
“I didn’t realize you and Feixiao were intimate with each other,” he said.
“No, this was a first time thing,” said Jiaoqiu, his voice sounding far from himself.
“I’m going through some side effects from the Crimson Moon,” said Feixiao. “I came to Jiaoqiu for help.”
“And this was help?” said Moze.
“Yeah,” said Feixiao, and sat up. “He asked me who I would trust, and I said him and you.”
“Me,” echoed Moze.
“You don’t have to,” she said. “Jiaoqiu- also didn’t have to do this.”
“Mmhm,” said Jiaoqiu. He sat up, suddenly aware of how much of a mess he was. Naked, sticky, covered in fluids. And Moze was most definitely not just clothed, but fully bundled up. Just staring at the two of them.
“Why did you stay and watch?” he asked Moze.
“I thought maybe- that was what you wanted me for,” he said. He cleared his throat. “I would apologize for intruding, but I was invited.”
“It’s ok,” said Feixiao. “I knew when you got here, I just. Was a bit occupied.”
“Occupied,” echoed Jiaoqiu. “I’m sorry Moze, for not explaining better.”
“It’s alright. And I apologize too. I should have left,” said Moze.
Jiaoqiu let himself grin as he couldn’t help but quip, “Did you at least enjoy the show?” He couldn’t see how Moze reacted, but he took the silence for an answer that at the very least, he had Moze too stunned to snark back.
“You two need some towels,” he growled, and was gone in a rush. When he came back, he passed off some warm towels to Feixiao, who started wiping him down.
Jiaoqiu let her, and leaned into her side when she paused. She put a hand on his head and scratched at his ears. He murmured something, not even he was sure what, but it was somewhere between a thank you and a, I’m sorry.
He knew she heard it through, and she finished wiping him down with extra tender, lingering movements.