Chapter 11: Rain Again

The rain came back that night, as hard as the first day.

It hammered the sword platform and ran in silver sheets off the eaves of the open pavilion at its edge.

Wanning had Yuxi pinned against the carved pillar by the hips.

Her mouth was on Yuxi's, hot and desperate, and her fists were knotted in the front of Yuxi's drenched white robe.

"I thought about this the whole day," she said, between kisses. "I thought about it while my mother coughed."

"I know."

"I need to stop thinking."

"Then stop." Yuxi dragged her closer by the sash. "Use me."

Wanning went still for a heartbeat.

Then a low sound tore out of her throat, and she yanked Yuxi's robe open.

The wet silk peeled back.

The rain-cold air struck Yuxi's skin, and Wanning's mouth was on her breast before the gasp had left her lips.

She sucked hard, and bit, and soothed with her tongue.

Yuxi's head thumped back against the pillar.

"Wanning. Oh."

"Touch me. I want your hands. Now."

Yuxi tore at the red sash.

It came undone, and Wanning's shirt slid off, and her trousers dropped to the boards in a sodden heap.

They stood half undressed in the roar of the rain, flesh against flesh, steaming.

Yuxi slid her hand between Wanning's legs.

She was drenched.

Her cunt was swollen and slick, and the first touch drew a hoarse curse.

"Yes. Like that. Fuck."

Wanning's hand dived into Yuxi's own wetness at the same moment.

They gasped into each other's mouths.

Four fingers worked, two and two, finding each other's rhythm without a word.

Yuxi curled hers forward the way she had learned.

Wanning rocked against them, shameless, and her fingers pressed deep into Yuxi and twisted, and Yuxi's knees almost went.

"Hold the pillar," Wanning ordered. "Don't fall."

Yuxi gripped the carved wood behind her with her free hand.

The rain thundered.

The sound of their bodies was lost in it, and for once neither of them tried to be quiet.

"Harder," Yuxi cried. "Wanning, harder."

"Look at you, begging. Louder."

"Harder, please. Please, fuck me."

Wanning's eyes flashed.

She added a third finger, and fucked her against the pillar in deep, driving thrusts, and Yuxi sobbed.

She was losing her grip on her own rhythm.

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