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Maomao
“Jinshi, look here!” Maomao’s eyes shine as she teeters along the river stones, trying to cross, sticking her arms out like a bird to balance. Jinshi, seeing this, immediately rushes over to her, attempting to support her. Instead of doing that, Jinshi slips on the river stones, bringing both of them down in a split second.
“Hahahahaha!” Jinshi’s laugh fills the empty forest silence, “Maomao— there’s- a frog— on your head!” His laughs seem to interrupt each of the words that come out of his mouth. Maomao frowns, but a corner of her mouth lifts up when the poor frog jumped off her head and into the distance,
Just as Jinshi’s laughs die down Maomao rises and sticks a hand out to him, offering her help to pull him up from the stream. Jinshi, seeing this as a perfect opportunity to tease his adorable wife, pulls her into his lap, sitting on a river stone. “Jinshi! Suiren’s gonna make us wash our own robes now!” Jinshi chuckles at Maomao’s accusation.
“Don’t worry Wo De Ai,” Jinshi strokes her hair. “I’ll use my impeccable charm on her~” this earns him a good hard whack on his head. “Ow!” A whine escapes his mouth, a smile creeping onto his face. “Now now, that’s impolite Maomao.”
Maomao’s face remains passive, opting to lean into her husband’s embrace instead of fighting it. Jinshi snuggles into her, nuzzling his face into the nook of her neck. “What did you want to show me earlier?” They were outside of the Villa, the exact location of the building was somewhere south of the Imperial capital. Roughly sixty li away from the Moon Palace, their normal residence.
Maomao’s eyes begin to sparkle. “Oh yes!” She gets up, dusting off her robes and walking towards a nearby tree with some mushrooms near its stump. “Look! It’s a bunch of Lingzhi!” Maomao was wiggling like a worm now, dancing with the mushroom in her hand. Jinshi, exasperated, could only sigh. However much Maomao’s obsessions were, to Jinshi they were just endearing. How could one person have so much passion, so much love for their craft? If only he could muster an ounce of Maomao’s enthusiasm while working.
“This is a type of medicinal fungi!” Maomao explained, chuckling mischievously under her breath. “It is known to boost immunity and energy, consumable as a tea or a powder!” Maomao began scuffling around the trunk of the tree, truly embodying her namesake in that moment. “It’s great for preventing fatigue during pregnancy!” At this Jinshi became beet red.
Maomao frowns observing that look on his face. “We won’t make an heir that quickly Master Jinshi… unless you want to?” Maomao had never really appealed to the idea of pregnancy. The only reason she’d want it to happen is to get that placenta! Seriously? Oh the medicines she could make with it! Her father Loumen had forbidden her from ever experimenting with a human corpse or its body parts, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t experiment with her own placenta!
Don’t think about it don’t think about it—
“No—! I mean—” Jinshi sighed, attempting to compose himself, supporting his trembling body with a tree. What?!? That idiot was laughing at her! The audacity! As Jinshi’s tremors faded he straightened and positioned himself so his face was slightly angled sideways to hers, positioned as if they were about to kiss. “Of course I want to have a child with you eventually Maomao, but that choice is entirely yours to make.” Jinshi smiles with all the grace of a heavenly nymph, truly, only for her. “It won’t be my body that will swell and contract to hold our child.”
His expression is bittersweet; it's clear that he’s thinking of the false alarm as well. His heart had broken when Jinshi discovered Maomao really wasn’t pregnant. Every night he prayed that he could give her a child, but she never seemed able to conceive no matter how hard they tried. Maomao never lost hope though, never.
Maomao swats his hand away, “Obviously idiot.” Her ears heat with embarrassment at the comment even though she knows it’s nothing to be ashamed of. She grabs the last of the mushrooms and throws them in the gathering basket Suiren had prepared for them earlier when Jinshi declared that he was going to bring his wife to the forests to find herbs.
“Let’s head b— ack!” Maomao let out a cat-like yelp when Jinshi picked both her and the basket up. His arms felt engulfing around her skinny frame— then again he was always telling her to eat more. Maomao was, at this point, was used to eating lavish and full meals, but the experience of malnourishment during her childhood and teenage years seemed to stick with her. “Sir, I’d implore you to put. Me. Down.” Maomao says with a grumble. As careful as she’s being though, her husband seems to notice the sparkle of mirth in her eyes.
Like a man hanging from a cliff, Jinshi grabs onto that little detail for dear life, using it to propel his actions forward.
“Not a chance!” Jinshi begins the short walk back to the villa with a little extra energy than he hand displayed on the way here. Clearly, he was rejuvenated from spending time with his lovely wife. Jinshi had been exhausted in the weeks before the wedding, spending a copious amount of time finishing his paperwork in order to have enough time to take a week-long honeymoon with Maomao. She had to slip grounded lily bulbs into his tea to get him to even sleep a few hours.
When they made it back to the villa and Suiren saw them, she swiftly excused herself with a smile on her face to “work on dinner”. Jinshi gently set the basket of herbs and mushrooms on one of the tables in the parlor, and carried Maomao with one arm into their chambers, closing and locking the door.
When he reached the bed he gently set Maomao down on the soft mattress, staring at her with a look of hunger. “May I?” Jinshi stares at Maomao as if she is the heavenly nymph and not him. Hmp he seems ever unaware that I think he is beautiful Maomao observes.
“Do your worst—” Maomao begins, both her smirk and sentence being cut off when Jinshi takes her mouth in a tantalizing embrace. He leans onto her, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss and at the same time lifting one of her legs to hike her skirts up. Now that she thought about it, their position now was exactly the same as the one they had been in all those years ago when Jinshi had gone on the hunting trip and brought Maomao with him— intending to tell her his true identity.
As his mouth stayed attached to hers, Maomao pulled on the strap holding his zhiju together, tugging the robes apart to get to what she wanted the most. Jinshi groaned when her foot found his erection, teasing precum out of it. “Now, don’t get impatient Maomao.” Jinshi looked at her with a worshiping gleam in his eyes, his voice cascading over her like smooth honey. Untying her robes the same way she had his, Jinshi exposes her modest body to him.
Jinshi began to kiss his way down her chest, from her neck, through the valley between her breasts, down her stomach, eventually reaching her clit. His tongue lapped at the bud, resulting in Maomao arching her back forward, searching for the friction she needed. The thousands of nerves that condensed into one part of her spasmed and begged for attention, sending shockwaves through Maomao’s body.
After a few quick pumps to his cock, Jinshi pushes open Maomao’s inner lips, slowly sliding into her. The effect it had on her expression was noticeable; Maomao had that look on her face that only appeared when she was completely enamored with something. Jinshi let her adjust every few seconds to the centimeter or two that he nudged into her in intervals.
After what felt like years, Jinshi was able to push all the way in, savoring the look on Maomao’s face, staying there for a while to let her adjust to his complete size. He lived for the way she made little labored breaths every time he pushed into her. God— he needed her to sculpt her body around him for eternity. “I’m going to start moving love” Jinshi whispered, voice slightly trembling as she clenched around him.
“Just move already—!” Maomao impatiently wiggled around, seeking friction, or even some— any type of movement. Jinshi smiled, his little cat was finally giving into her desires. He pulled almost all the way out so only the tip of him was still buried in Maomao’s warmth. Then, he slammed into her, his cock creating a bulge in her stomach so apparent that it was visible from even Maomao’s perspective.
“Gods above Maomao you feel like Heaven.” Jinshi groaned as he continued to move within her core, stirring her insides up as her face contorted in pleasure.
“Are you sure it’s not Hell you think I feel like?” Maomao shoots back, voice labored and back slick with sweat. Jinshi smiles as he delivers a particularly deep blow into her, knocking the breath out of her. “No, anywhere you are is heavenly Maomao.” Jinshi replies after pulling out of her.
Maomao claws violently at Jinshi’s back when he re-enters her, stretching her walls so much it felt as if they would tear. “Shit—” Jinshi’s pace becomes sloppy, Maomao clenches around him one last time as he reaches his climax, planting his seed deep inside of her. This results in Maomao’s own orgasm, rocking her body, causing her to spasm; limp in Jinshi’s arms.
The two of them collapse onto their bed, chests heaving in exhaustion and faces depicting a clear feeling of contentment and pleasure. Jinshi’s hand finds itself massaging Maomao’s hips and drawing circles over various parts of her body. At this his cat hums in approval, seemingly enjoying the aftercare.
“That was fun…” Maomao muttered, punctuating her sentence with a yawn. She shuffled around under the covers so she was facing her husband's chest. “But you need to go get a wet towel and clean me up.” Jinshi’s face adopts an expression not so different from a scheming kitsune, but morphing into a smile of genuine affection when Maomao scowls. Rising from the bed, Jinshi goes to retrieve a wet towel for his wife, per her demand.
In the bathroom Jinshi stares into the mirror, viewing the reflection he sees as unrecognizable. It feels as if he has been in love with Maomao for eternity— yet the impact physical touch with her has had on him is catastrophic. He feels like a changed man! He lets himself marvel a bit more at how Maomao has finally given in to him, before wetting a towel for her.
Although Jinshi had planned to just clean her up and go to sleep, the moment he set eyes on Maomao his face became a shade of red akin to that of a ripe tomato. “What are you doing Maomao!” Jinshi shouts, attempting to cover his eyes but wanting to look at the same time. Maomao had her hand cupped around herself— to prevent the seed he had planted in her flowing out.
“It was making a mess.” She said, voice completely back to normal. “And besides,” she smiles, “it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” Jinshi sighs, moving towards her and gently pulling her hand aside.
After he wipes her down and gets the both of them dressed, they both lie down onto the grandiose bed. “Goodnight Jinshi.” Maomao says, for once curling into him instead of the opposite.
“Goodnight… my love.”