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“What an illustrious beauty this is.”

The Yaoqing General’s bright voice resonates across the great hall, announcing her arrival to everyone in the Sky-Faring Commission. Yukong naturally tips her head down, greeting Feixiao with a warm smile. Behind her is Qíngní who squeaks out of shock and bends her whole torso, causing the Yaoqing General to laugh at her nervousness.

“A pleasure to see you again, General Feixiao. We try to keep everything in good maintenance. I’m sure your Helm Master’s quarters are just as grand.” Yukong extends her hand out.

She doesn’t miss the way Feixiao’s eyes linger on her face for too long before taking her hand and shaking it eagerly. “Likewise, Yukong. But I wasn’t talking about the place.”

Yukong furrows her brows. “Am I safe to assume it’s about my daughter? She has grown into a fine lady since the last time you visited.”

Qingni makes an indignant noise, warning her mother with a small jab on her lower back. Yukong doesn’t have time to question her daughter’s odd behavior when Feixiao suddenly closes in and pulls her hand close to her lips. Yukong’s cheeks immediately warm up when the general gently kisses her knuckles.

Oh. Yukong feels a little stupid for not realizing it sooner.

“Little Qingni, your mother is quite adorable.” Feixiao barks out a laugh and Yukong can’t help but shrink like a young maiden in front of her subordinates.

She can already imagine the gossip running across the Six Charioteers. Yukong mentally curses at the thought of Jingyuan teasing her endlessly the next time they go out for tea. Feixiao’s dashing grin somewhat helps with distracting her from that future concern but now she’s trying her best not to act like a complete fool in front of everyone— it’s difficult to meet her intense gaze due to the Yaoqing General’s boldness.

Feixiao casts her eyes past her shoulder where the location of her desk is. “You seemed quite busy before I made my arrival. Is it not too much trouble if I invite you for dinner?”

It’s not the first time someone has asked her out for something— whether it’s for genuine feelings or ulterior motives, she usually rejects these personal requests. Oftentimes, she excuses herself with the notion that she’s just too busy to indulge in things like that. It’s not a complete lie but it’s still reasonable for her to make time for certain activities.

“Not at all.” She finds herself spitting out before she can mull it over. Her frustration over her own shyness grows along with her worried tone of voice. “I-I mean… I would be getting off quite late tonight and I wouldn’t want to make someone like you wait for me.”

Feixiao casually waves her hand. “Don’t worry about that, old friend! Just tell me the time and I’ll prepare everything for us.”

Yukong wishes to question her kindness further but doesn’t have the confidence to ask it and possibly ruin the cheerful mood— it might be too rude of her to ask such a thing when Feixiao has always been kind to those around her. Yukong reasons with herself that this is just a friendly invite like how Jingyuan invites her for chess or when Tingyun accompanies her to go shopping.

(She tries her best to not think too hard at her employees and daughter’s knowing looks directed towards them.)

“I'm afraid we will have to end the pleasantries here. I have another appointment to attend.” Feixiao sighs as she looks over at one of her retainers, Moze, fidgeting restlessly at the corner. “See you tonight?”

Yukong can’t help but smile at the small pout on this fearsome general’s face. “See you then, General.”

As swift as she always has been, Feixiao exits the palace and her employees hastily return to their duties with the helm master’s quick glare at their directions. She can only hope that the rumors wouldn’t be as strange as last time— she doesn’t want to deal with more pesky suitors who think she’s available for marriage.

“You should give her a shot, Mom.” Qingni snorts.

All Yukong gives her is an embarrassed glare before ordering her to return to her duties.

Feixiao slips an arm around her waist, pulling her away from the table that has been ruined with a concerning amount of alcohol bottles and leftover feast left by Yukong’s coworkers. She hears the older woman whine something against her shoulder and she tries not to let the goosebumps blend with her rattled heart. Feixiao politely scoops the drunk Helm Master from the frivolous environment and they fall under the calm midnight left by the artificial sky— their footsteps drag heavily against the stone pathway.

The orange light bounces against the unkempt dark teal hair (it’s annoying how adorable she still looks with her hairpin skewed and her bangs sticking to her face), making Yukong’s flushed complexion glow and push the ache deeper in her chest. Yukong lifts her eyes and blinks slowly with her long lashes as if she is deciphering the puzzles contorting across Feixiao’s conflicted face.

“G-General?” Yukong mutters softly— her tongue feels heavy in her mouth.

Feixiao laughs. “It’s Feixiao.”

Suddenly, her eyes become brighter than the electric illumination surrounding them. “A-Xiao!”

Heat bleeds through her cheeks. “Yes, that’s me. I’m taking you home, okay?”

“I-I didn’t think you’d be here.” Yukong drawls as she presses her cheek against her chest. She’s close to nuzzling into her neck if she tips her head up. “Did I- hic, greet you properly? I-I hope I did. I like it when you come to Luofu…”

They’re in front of her home and Feixiao thinks she doesn’t have the strength to send her off yet. The urge to pull Yukong into a suffocating embrace almost overwhelms her. Patience has never been her strong suit but she will have to bear with it tonight. If she’s able to contain these fervent emotions for many years, she can do the same tonight.

“You did. We talked while walking around the avenue together yesterday.” Feixiao carefully pulls her towards the door, feeling her heart almost tear into pieces when Yukong whines about the disconnect of their bodies.

But it seems Yukong recognizes the front door and automatically rings it, calling out Qingni’s name. Feixiao sighs in relief when Qingni pops out, fully dressed for sleep and pleasantly surprised by Feixiao’s appearance.

“General! Thank you for bringing her home.” Qingni manages to say without stuttering as she pulls her mother inside. Yukong continues to mumble under her breath while she flicks off her heels by the doorway. “Do you want to come in? We still have leftover dinner.”

Feixiao shakes her head. “Thank you, dear. But I will have to take that offer another day when your mother is like herself.” 

Both of them laugh when Yukong cutely perks up at the mention of her. She stares at Feixiao one last time— something indiscernible passes through her expression and it’s the same kind she always meets whenever they reunite like this. Even after many years building up between them, Feixiao is unable to understand why Yukong looks at her like that.

She hates it. Why does Yukong look at her as if she’s going to slip away?

“Feixiao-“

“Goodnight, Yukong. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Feixiao doesn’t walk away yet. She lets Yukong stare at her for as long as possible until Qingni says her goodbyes and closes the door.

Once she is left standing alone, Feixiao’s shoulders shake as a guilty laugh slips through her mouth.

Yukong’s ear twitches as she hears some commotion happening in a nearby district. Gossip immediately travels from one mouth to another and she tries not to lean close to the table next to her who is engrossed in hushed excitement. Coincidentally, her little date is five minutes late, which is usually an unusual thing if it weren’t for the fact that Feixiao’s name is being whispered by everyone around her.

“Did you hear?! The Yaoqing General rescued a poor foxian from a malfunctioning starskiff.”

“My uncle told me he saw General Feixiao visiting the marketplace and stopping a thief from ruining a fruit shop’s business.”

“And then she went to play with some kids and treated them all to a meal.”

“But I swear I witnessed her beating up some thugs before the Cloud Knights arrived.”

And Yukong decides to tune out the rest of the gossip with an amused smile, hiding it behind her teacup— eventful yet lighthearted memories flood her brain as she recalls her own experiences with the General and the countless stories she has heard. It is not unfamiliar to her to hear people sing praises about her friend— it’s hard not to fawn over someone as perfect and kind as Feixiao.

That silly girl… Yukong chuckles to herself.

As if right on cue, several gasps of shock and confusion surround her senses as Feixiao ceremoniously drops in front of the restaurant— Yukong assumes she was jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Again, what a silly fox she is.

The host clutches his chest out of fright, stammering like a fish out of water. Feixiao spares him some mercy and switches to a polite tone of voice. “Is Madam Yukong inside?”

The host decides to shut his mouth and gestures towards Yukong’s direction. As soon as their eyes meet, Feixiao’s delighted grin splits her face. She excuses herself from everyone, apologizing for interrupting their dinner, before sliding to her seat and propping her arms on the table.

“Hi.” Feixiao simply breathes out with that contagious smile while she fixes up the stray hairs splitting from her ponytail. Other than that, there was no sign of fatigue despite the various activities she had done throughout the night— all of it would always leave her exasperated and confused.

Yukong softly sighs. “It's rude to keep a woman waiting.”

“My apologies, Madam. Let me pay for your food and entertain you for the night.” Feixiao’s confidence is something she always envied. She can’t help but be fond of her energy and brilliance.

Yukong hands her the menu. “No need. I already told them I would pay. Just eat to your heart’s content.”

“Well, I can’t refuse a pretty lady like you, Madam.” Feixiao winks at her before scanning the items. “I was happy to hear you invited me to this place. I tend to crave the dishes they cook here whenever I think of Luofu.”

She should have known that it would take Feixiao less than a minute to decide what she wanted. Meanwhile, Yukong has to take her time perusing everything and think about what she would like to have. Once they are ready, the waiter comes over to take their orders. He tries to recommend a few things, most likely to squeeze Feixiao’s pockets. But Yukong is there to hold the reins and stop the overly eager General from buying more.

Yukong crosses her arms. ”With how much you ramble on about how nice it is that they have diet options, it’s hard not to remember what you like.”

“Maybe I should finally let loose tonight. It’s been so long since I had a proper meal.” Feixiao pats her stomach with a dramatic frown.

Yukong laughs. “You’re already in great shape. Surely having a cheat day once or twice a week won’t hurt?”

Feixiao shoots her a grin. “And lose all the self-control to the point that my beautiful muscles disappear? I rather not risk it.”

Yukong tries hard not to think about the General’s well-sculpted body (she’s failing miserably). The hot tea doesn’t help with calming the heat on her cheeks. “You have lived around the same time as me and you still possess such a bright, youthful mind.”

“Technically, I’m a little younger than you.” Feixiao teases.

Yukong feigns offense and gives her a harmless kick under the table. “Even so, you don’t have to push yourself so hard. Weren’t you the one telling me to live a little?”

Feixiao looks away. “I can do both, you know. I can’t lose this momentum I have when I don’t have much time left.”

Yukong freezes on the spot, feeling her world immediately shift into something bitter and familiar. That aching grief that has been sleeping in her heart reawakens at the thought of Feixiao’s…

I’m afraid she doesn’t have many years left in her.

She forcibly shakes herself out of it— even her mind refuses to acknowledge the possibility. Feixiao seems to notice the sudden silence that drifts between them and begins to shift uncomfortably in her seat.

“A-anyways, I’ll be fine, Yukong. I promise I am taking good care of myself. That way, I can live longer and spend more time with you and others.” Feixiao gives her a genuine smile, annoyingly reassuring and selfless that Yukong tries not to let the bittersweet feeling wash over her.

It must have shown on her face because Feixiao carefully takes her hand and squeezes it, asserting her existence and grounding Yukong in reality. Yukong lets herself laugh and shyly slides her fingers between Feixiao’s. The General naturally stiffens at the gesture, showing her silent panic with how quickly her eyes move between their hands and Yukong’s sad smile.

The small bubble between them bursts when Yukong snaps out of it and recoils from her larger hand. The waiter arrives with their food and while Yukong attempts to return to their earlier conversation, Feixiao noticeably looks distracted for a moment.

Yukong doesn’t question her about it. Instead, she says, “General, your dumplings are going to get cold.”

That manages to snap Feixiao out of her thoughts and returns to her usual mood, excitedly hounding on her beef noodles and side dishes like a starved animal. Yukong laughs at the sauce smudged on the corner of her lip and she has to reach over to wipe it for her. Like an adorable puppy, Feixiao’s ears twitch at the caring attention she’s given. Yukong pushes down the fluttering in her chest, not wanting to acknowledge the way Feixiao looks at her.

She’s so obvious. Yukong bites her lip. She isn’t as oblivious as people (Qingni) make her out to be. With her fleeting experiences in romance, she can easily recognize the look of attraction a person gives her. Feixiao tends to hold a stern yet bold gaze at anyone she comes across. But Yukong has found out many, many years ago that Feixiao’s gentle and tender nature is reserved for her.

Of course, there were times Yukong had witnessed Feixiao flirting or dating other women. She regards them the same way she did with Yukong. But those relationships don’t tend to last long— most likely because they’re unable to keep up with someone as impossible and unrealistic as Feixiao.

But Feixiao, despite all the staring and awkwardness she gives off when Yukong does anything remotely affectionate, never attempts to cross that boundary between them. That hesitation and uncertainty is lying underneath her bravado— Yukong knows well where it’s coming from and she isn’t sure how it makes her feel.

Pity isn’t the right word for it— Feixiao never saw her as anything less than strong and resilient (Yukong still doesn’t believe this but other people like to remind her). Fear may be the underlying cause of Feixiao’s inability to do anything more than just whatever is happening between them.

It’s very unlike the confident General to face such a challenge. But both of them know, even without saying anything, that they fear what is potentially in store for them if they ever cross that line.

Heartache will always follow in Yukong’s footsteps— she is convinced that the Plague Doctor has cursed her with that miserable feeling for the rest of her life. Not even the threat of Mara has made her feel afraid of something she wants to have.

But she can’t risk that. Yukong isn’t sure if her heart can handle it the second time. But she knows that it’s too late to second guess when Feixiao has unintentionally managed to burrow herself deep inside her ribcage, tugging the bones off until her heart is all exposed and ripe for the taking.

“Yukong? Are you okay? I’m sorry if I ruined the mood.” Feixiao’s concerned voice breaks through Yukong’s clouded brain.

Yukong shakes her head. “I’m okay, don’t worry too much. I just had stuff to think about.”

From here, she can see Feixiao’s leg bouncing anxiously. She averts her eyes for a second as if she is making a last-minute decision before staring right back at Yukong. She didn’t even have to say anything to show her sincerity. For some odd reason, it’s adorable how Feixiao shifts from her assertive demeanor of a large wolf to one akin to a stumbling doe with a heart letter hiding beneath her sleeve.

Then, in true Feixiao fashion, her lips tugged upwards into a hesitant grin with a gentle prodding of her voice hanging in the air.

“We can visit that bar we like after this and talk about it?”

It’s a routine they have done multiple times in the past. Yukong is familiar with the dance yet she cannot find it in herself to reject her. Feixiao will leave Luofu again and fight her battles while Yukong has to sit in the Palace of Astrum with her eyes endlessly searching the reports for any word related to the General’s inevitable demise. It shouldn't even be her business to receive such detailed reports of her victorious battles but Feixiao seems adamant about forwarding them to her desk every single time.

Yukong realizes she hasn’t touched her food yet and decides to fill up her empty stomach with small slices of sweet and sour pork.

”Before I accept, I want you to answer my question.”

Feixiao perks up on her seat. “Sure! Hit me with anything.”

“Is there a reason why you send me exclusive reports of your work on the battlefield?” When Feixiao opens her mouth to speak, Yukong puts her hand up. “And I’m not talking about the usual thing where they simply announce the Six Charioteers’ news and everyone celebrates it. I’m talking about an extensive list of timelines you send to my desk every time you venture out there. It’s just-”

Feixiao cuts in as she leans forward. “Unnecessary?”

Yukong nods. “I suppose we can call it that. I mean, it’s not my business to receive such intimate details of when or how you win these fights. I don’t need to hear about how you managed to destroy an entire fleet of borisins. Nor do I need to see medical records from your doctor.”

There’s a flash of clarity that blooms between them. Feixiao’s eyes soften and glow with understanding that makes Yukong’s chest ache.

“It was only meant to comfort you. To make you feel at ease about me so you don’t have to worry yourself at night when you wonder if I’m doing okay out there.” Feixiao pauses, fiddling nervously with her chopsticks. “But I can stop if you want. I should have known it would be uncomfortable for you-“

“You know you can just message me instead. Or write me letters like how we did back then.” Yukong jumps in— her hand can’t help but gravitate towards Feixiao’s and rubs her palms over the faintly bruised knuckles. “I don’t care to hear about your achievements— the people praise you enough as is. I just- I do appreciate it when you let me know that you’re okay.”

The weight of her words seems to weigh heavily on Feixiao as her shoulders visibly drop. Like an open book, she thinks too hard about it and lets her words ruminate in her head. Yukong simply rubs her fingers over rough skin, mentally scolding the General for the evidence of her recklessness evident on her scars.

When the silence sits too long, Yukong fills it in with a drop of nostalgia.

“Remember when we ventured out of our line of defenses just to go hunt near that lake?”

Both of them smile automatically— Feixiao is drawn to the childish charm of the story. “Of course. We were almost starving after the enemies cut off our trade supplies. We were stupid and desperate but at least we managed to feed our little group with a giant bear carcass.” She takes more than half a bite of the spring roll, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Then you got us into trouble and we had to run laps across the base for the entire morning. I don’t regret it though, even if I was cursing your ears off that day.”

Feixiao chuckles. “Hey, you were the one who was excited to kill that bear. You even managed to kill it instantly with an arrow to its heart.”

Yukong’s eyes drift down to their hands. Feixiao turns her palm over and shivers when her fingers brush over the delicate pulse of her wrist. At a lazy and small pace, Feixiao starts drumming her fingertips over the skin.

Then their nightly conversation sways from one memory to another. Their banter endlessly pours out by the time they pay for their food and move on to that late-night bar Feixiao promised. They decide to leave the alcohol out of their systems— both of them have their work to do tomorrow and Yukong isn’t a good fan of drinking during workdays.

Feixiao clicks their non-alcoholic drinks together, smiling wide under the orange lighting of the bar. “I’m surprised you’re willing to stay up late considering your age-“

Yukong jabs her side with her elbow. “Don’t finish that sentence or else I’m not hanging out with you anymore.”

They share a laugh together, seeking that addicting feeling of peace under the calm moonlight.

Yukong pushes past the doctors as she hears frantic snarling and the bed groaning under the weight of a wild predator. She’s more than mortified by the painful sight that greets her vision. Angry, confused, devastated, anxious— all of it swirls inside her heart and threatens to rip it apart.

Jiaoqiu notices her arrival and he carefully brings her away from the group. Her eyes never leave the chaotic scene before her.

“W-what is happening? She was okay before the battle started.” Yukong’s chest heaves out as she tries to maintain the rising panic inside. She hopelessly watches several people, including Lingsha as one of the head doctors, lead the pack with a harsh yet effective approach.

They all mechanically spread out and assert themselves in their roles. Soldiers are pinning the growling teary-eyed General, blood and saliva coating her entire chin. Her bloodied clothing is wrinkled and ripped from the constant clawing and squirming. Her eyes are blood-shot red as she begs for Jiaoqiu to kill her right then and there.

Yukong cups her mouth, terrified by the gruesome scene as she watches her friend slowly lose herself into madness.

“She is under the effects of Moon Rage but rest assured, we are doing everything we can to keep her safe and help her recover.” Jiaoqiu’s clear voice snaps her attention back to his equally concerned face. “She sometimes undergoes these kinds of episodes when she pushes herself too far. It’s not often but that doesn’t make the experience less terrible.”

Yukong has heard plenty about the Moon Rage affliction from Feixiao and has warned her several times about it. But she doesn’t expect to witness it firsthand like this. She’s somewhat grateful that Feixiao returned to them and is under the care of others. But simply seeing her shout and beg for anyone to put her out of her misery stabs at her heart.

She doesn’t want to hear those kinds of words from someone she cares about. She can’t handle another loss if Feixiao is so willing to throw her life away like this.

Jiaoqiu puts a supportive hand on his shoulder and leads her further away. “We all care about her deeply. You’re not the only one who worries.” He says with a bitter smile— he has been through this multiple times.

Yukong only nods her head, keeping her head down as her trembling legs lead her to a seat. She finds her hands clasping together, begging for The Hunt to spare mercy through choked sobs.

But will her prayers be answered this time?

Is Lan capable of such mercy?

The Lacking General— quite a peculiar nickname that Feixiao has proudly coined and flaunted.

Lacking in worries, regrets and rivals.

Yukong almost snorts at the headline of today’s news article before she flicks her thumb through the screen to read through what Feixiao has done this time. At first glance, there’s nothing out of the ordinary from her heroic deeds. But as soon as she gets to a certain section about the recent scandals, she almost spills her hot tea all over herself if it wasn’t for Qingni’s fast reflex.

“Mom! Are you okay?” Qingni squeaks out as she holds a supportive hand under her arm. But her voice sounds distant as her world revolves around her phone screen.

An electrifying romance between Madam Yukong and General Feixiao sparked once more after they were spotted drinking together in a bar!

Yukong can’t tear her eyes away from the invasive photo. Feixiao’s warm smile all directed to Yukong’s bashful expression— it does look like a photo of a couple having a secret rendezvous away from their respectable careers. She takes a deep breath, trying not to let the nonsense get to her head.

They’re simply really good friends! The kind who share deep sentiments and would not hesitate to confide in the other when times get tough. The kind who would bring the best out of each other and make themselves feel young again. Just two nice friends who possess good feelings together— definitely nothing more than that-

“Mom! You’re going to burn the sausages!”

After salvaging what’s left for their breakfast, Yukong returns to work with a red face and a sour mood that her weary subordinates have to endure.

“You really didn’t waste any time, huh?” Lingsha saunters over with the news article pulled up on her phone, swaying it in front of Feixiao with a toothy smirk.

Feixiao stretches out her muscles, feeling more than prepared to tackle the day after getting a full-body massage. “I don’t know what you’re insinuating.”

“Come on, anyone with eyes can see that you’re still head over heels with Madam Yukong. How long have you been pining for her? Hm, maybe a few Amber eras or more…” Lingsha pretends to think as she taps her sharp finger over her chin.

Feixiao releases a gruff noise as she slides her arms through her coat. “Make fun of me all you want.”

The mischief in the healer’s eyes glows brighter. “I wasn’t doing anything of the sort! I think it’s just adorable that you act like a puppy around her. I mean, I can’t blame you— she’s really, really beautiful and intelligent. Many suitors seek her out for her position and beauty. Even I wouldn’t be able to hold back if I was-“

Feixiao sends her a nasty glare— not a drop of humor left within her. Lingsha simply smiles before raising her hands in defeat.

“Don’t worry, little fox. She’s all yours to chase after.”

Feixiao adjusts the belts and ties surrounding her waist, making sure everything is in order. “She’s not something to possess like an object. She doesn’t deserve that.”

“But deep inside, there’s a selfish part of you that wants to, right?” Lingsha sprawls across the chaise lounge, pulling open a pot that’s sitting on the table next to her. A strong fragrant smell washes through the room with hints of herbs that soothe one’s senses. “It’s hard not to think about it when she’s such a wonderful woman.”

Feixiao pulls her mouth open, revealing snarling fangs at the blatant seduction laced in the healer’s voice. “I mean it, Lingsha, back away from her.”

Lingsha laughs. “I’m not going to play with your woman, General— I have no interest in ruining something healthy for you. I’m just saying you should maintain that assertiveness you have on the battlefield and apply it in your dating life.”

“You two have suffered enough that it seems like a waste to beat around the bush, right? You two aren’t getting any younger and it would be nice to see you share something intimate and genuine with a great person like Madam Yukong.” She gives a rare smile when the General relaxes from her earlier hostility— lucidity enters Feixiao’s thoughts after Lingsha’s words.

Feixiao finally releases a relieved huff, feeling slightly embarrassed for losing her composure. “You’re right. I’m sorry about that, Lingsha.”

The nonchalant healer waves her off. “You can do me a favor and spread how great my business is to people. I still have much to fix around here and it would be great if I have the funds for it.”

“I’ll make sure I get that sorted out for you then.” Feixiao allowed herself to smile, already setting her mind on what kind of gift she would surprise Yukong with this time.

Yukong has been buried with work, worrying over the increase of security and multiple big trade dealings from other factions the Sky-Faring Commission has to settle through. And then there was that glaring issue with the IPC that Yukong was worried about. She can only hope that Tingyun will be able to sort it out by the end of today.

“Are you sure you can handle it, dear?” Yukong hands the Amicassador the necessary documents.

Tingyun reassures her with a warm smile. “I’m not a little girl anymore, Madam. You should learn how to count on others more.”

And maybe there’s some truth in her words about it. After she had taken the mantle of becoming a Helm Master, she had to mold herself from the familiar role of being a foot soldier to becoming an authoritative leader that many people look up to. That heavy sense of responsibility weighed tons on her through the initial phase of her new employment. It’s only during the past ten years that Yukong has allowed herself to release what she can’t bear any longer and rely on others like Tingyun to handle affairs she doesn’t have time for.

Tingyun likes to tease that her age is finally catching up and she’s no longer that steadfast and bold deadshot that used to zip through the stars without any fear. She has become softer around the edges and more emotional as the years pass by. Yukong used to deny these accusations until she recently caught herself crying over a wholesome movie about dogs (Qingni was flustered by her incoherent sobbing and tried not to make fun of her that day).

She has come to accept the change— the vulnerability scared her back then. She’s still learning to get her head over it but it’s nice to release her feelings now and then when given the opportunity.

“That sorrow will carry you for life, Madam. Will you be able to handle it for a little longer?” Lingsha used to tell her with a somber look that is rare to find in her eyes.

She would have hated what she said if it weren’t for the fact that it left her contemplating for days on end. The loss she thought she experienced with Tingyun was almost her last straw— she can’t even imagine if Feixiao somehow-

Yukong almost crinkles the scroll in her hands. She has given up reading the same sentence, unable to process the words without the grim thought gnawing at the back of her mind. She pushes herself from her desk and steps out towards the balcony, sighing at the cool wind kissing her cheeks. She pins her hands against the railings, attempting to force the uneasiness embedded in her stomach.

She stares off into the distance and countless stars greet her vision. The beauty and vitality of the hustling Luofu streets momentarily pull her mind away from her worries, smiling up at the kites that fly freely across the sky.

Then Yukong feels an odd shift in the wind— it’s minuscule enough to not be noticed by a normal person but with her keen senses, there is a stillness that catches her concern. Shortly after, her curiosity is answered when a resounding bang of boots land beside her and a hiccup of laughter that Yukong comes to adore resonates in the air.

“I see that you still have a terrible habit of alcohol.” Yukong snorts as she turns to see Feixiao failing to hold herself up with her axe. She tries to step forward but before she can trip up on her own feet, Yukong is already there with a supportive arm around her waist.

Feixiao flashes a fanged smile as she stares into Yukong’s worried eyes. “W-what are you doing a-all cooped up and w-writing boring paperwork? You s- hic, should join me…”

Yukong sighs, secretly wishing that she was free today. “I’m afraid I will have to pass that offer today. Where’s Jiaoqiu? Are you even allowed to drink?”

“Y-you’re so cute when you worry. You have t-this pout whenever I-I do something wrong.” Suddenly, Feixiao presses their foreheads together and traces a thumb over her cheek.

Yukong loses her voice as Feixiao glides the thumb over her bottom lip, pushing her mouth open with a lazy smirk. Yukong feels heat flare up all over her body at the boldness. The fluttering of emotions swelling in her heart is something she’s all too familiar with. But all she can do is stare widely at Feixiao’s handsome face. Despite the messy locks spilling out of her ponytail, the dazed eyes trying their best to stay locked with Yukong’s, and the deep flush of pink spilling from her cheeks down to her neck, she somehow manages to maintain that look of arrogance that violently tugs her with a magnetic pull.

Yukong’s sharp teeth ache as her greedy eyes trail down at the hint of skin hidden by her large coat, enticing her to snap her jaws down at the delectable sight. Even with how well she preserves her foxian self, it’s difficult to ignore her animalistic urges when the object of her desire is baring herself in front of her.

Feixiao chuckles deeply, brushing a stray lock of hair from Yukong’s face. “I like that look on your face right now… it’s been a while since I last saw it.”

What kind of face am I making? Yukong faintly wonders as she clamps her mouth shut. Her nose wrinkles at the strong scent of alcohol and sweat when Feixiao purrs against her shoulder. The collar of her top is all loose and the muscles of her neck flex as Feixiao makes a hard swallow.

Fuck. Yukong feels that initial panic rises with her pent-up desires that have been left unchecked for years. Yukong makes an undignified growl under her breath before tugging Feixiao away from her, glaring down at the floor in hopes that the seductive images that flashed through her mind would cease to exist.

She doesn’t see what kind of face Feixiao is making. But she hears a clear hitch of her voice and her shoulders growing stiff under her palms. Even when she’s deep in her drunken stupor, she must have realized that this was a mistake.

“Yukong, I…” Feixiao begins but this time, she’s quieter and more anxious.

Yukong dares to look up, pained to see how heartbroken Feixiao looks. The air becomes unforgivingly cold, biting against the heat of her skin. Feixiao remains standing in front of her as if she’s afraid of doing something bad again.

Then she finds her voice again. She’s surprised by how calm it sounds despite the precarious situation she’s fallen into.

“You need to rest, Feixiao. I think you had enough drinks for today.” Yukong tries to smile and even when Feixiao returns it with her own, it doesn’t reach her eyes as it usually does.

Feixiao stumbles out of her hold. “I will. Sorry for bothering you.”

Yukong shakes her head. “Nonsense. I like it when you visit me. How could I not enjoy your company?”

That seems to settle whatever uneasiness that’s sitting inside Feixiao as she releases a deep sigh and nods her head. “Y-yes, yes. That’s good. I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry, silly. Come inside, you need to drink water and lie down.” Yukong pulls the dejected General inside, slightly amused at how much she resembles a kicked puppy.

Feixiao obediently follows her command. She lets Yukong take care of her while her mind slowly succumbs to sleep. Maybe it was the alcohol getting to her head or the delusions her mind usually conjures up. But the last thing she remembers is Yukong’s pretty smile and her soft lips tenderly pressing on her cheeks.

“I had enough of your games, Feixiao. Leave me alone.” Yukong growls as she shoves her companion away. But she isn’t having it either as she quickly seizes Yukong’s arm and pulls her back.

Feixiao’s smug grin would be great every other day but today is not the perfect time. “What’s wrong, Jiejie? You got your tail between your legs and that sour look on your face all day. Something terrible happened between you and Caiyi?”

That’s the last name she wants to hear right now. Yukong sends her a warning glare, trying to wrench her arm from her deathly grip. The resistance only seems to fuel whatever bullshit Feixiao is thinking because she immediately moves closer and effectively pushes Yukong against a tree.

“Feixiao, I swear our Aeon if you don’t move right now-“

“Relax, I just wanted to know what got you so wound up.” Feixiao finally backs away and raises her hands, sensing the growing hostility brimming in Yukong’s body.

Yukong huffs, trying not to bear her teeth to a good friend— even if that said friend had an unconventional way of showing concern. “I’ll tell you later. Right now, I need to prepare for the next fight.”

Feixiao sobers up the moment she says the word “fight” as if she has been waiting for it to be mentioned. A huge contrast to the arrogant fool that she was earlier. Her expression falls into that intimidating neutrality but her true emotions are given away when her words are coated with underlying hatred.

“Good. Let’s do our best out there and kill as many of them as we can.”

Yukong lets herself grin. “Don’t push yourself too hard or else General Yueyu will have you sit out again.”

“You know I can’t make those promises.” Feixiao bites back.

“You what?!” Jiaoqiu’s discontent is heard by a few passersby, smacking his hand on the table as Feixiao recounts what happened a few days ago.

In the back of her head, she can feel Moze’s equally disappointed look pinned towards her. For the first time in a while, she can feel the sweat collect at her neck at how serious her retainers are acting.

“It can’t be that bad! It was an honest mistake. I might have had too much to drink with Jingyuan and next thing I know, I was on her balcony.” Feixiao flails her hands up, smiling awkwardly at the healer whose frown continues to grow at each word spouted from her mouth. “But I swear I didn’t do anything else. I just slept in her house and left as soon as my head was clear.”

Jiaoqiu lowers his head as if he is bearing the shame between them. “I can’t believe I’ve reached a point where I have to teach a sorry girl like you about romance…”

Feixiao gasps. “Hey! I’m not that bad! My previous lovers have told me how wonderful I am!”

“Then what about after you broke up with them?” Jiaoqiu raises a brow and it shuts her up. “Anyways, you need to apologize to her. Properly.”

“I know. But she told me she’s been busy with the Wardance festivities so I haven’t been able to make contact.” Feixiao nervously fiddles with her spoon, eyeing the pork belly across the table.

Jiaoqiu leans forward, allowing him to talk under his breath. “She’s definitely avoiding you. Sure, it’s natural that she’s busy but the event is coming up in three weeks.”

“He’s right. She was able to make time for General Huaiyan.” Moze finally separates himself from the wall and pulls up a chair beside them.

Feixiao looks at him incredulously. “You stalked her?! Without my order?”

Moze gives her an unimpressed look. “For once, I didn’t. Jiaoqiu was called in by Madam Yukong in the Seat of Divine Foresight and was invited to be a part of the medical personnel. It just so happens that he witnessed her having a nice chat with that General long after the meeting ended.”

“So what pray tell should I do?” Feixiao sinks to her seat, munching at her food in frustration. “Bend down on one knee and sob my heart out like those romcoms you two watch?”

Both men share an offended expression but they decide to not comment on her judgment of their taste in shows. Jiaoqiu shakes his head. “Knowing you, you would probably try to fix it all by asking for her hand in marriage.”

Feixiao’s arrogance pulls her lips into a smirk But there is a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “Not bad. I’m sure she won’t mind that.”

Moze puts a hand over his face, probably questioning how he managed to be this bullheaded General’s retainer.

“Be serious, Feixiao. We are talking about your future of dating one of the best bachelorettes for you and potentially having the guts to settle down.” Jiaoqiu hisses under his breath like a parent nagging their insolent child. “It’s time for you to think beyond just the battlefield itself and build a life outside of it.”

Feixiao frowns. “I know what you’re trying to say but you know the thought of me settling down is out of the question. Also, I already have a nice life. I don’t need another person to make it better.”

“You know that’s not what I’m saying. But you should at least acknowledge those feelings of yours for once and think of doing something nice for yourself other than throwing yourself in death’s jaws.” Jiaoqiu’s features soften— his voice lowering with sincerity and open honesty. “I would- I mean, it would be nice to see you like that, General. Everyone close to you, including her, knows about your condition and your stubbornness. We know very well how you can’t keep yourself away from Lan’s hunts and she knows that.”

Feixiao recalls a distant memory that almost slips her mind. She remembers Jiaoqiu and her master Yueyu watching them from a distance. They were talking amongst themselves but now and then, Feixiao would catch them looking and she always wondered if they were fixated on her because of her power. If they were being wary of her presence because of how she’s a valuable yet terrifying asset to Xianzhou.

But she was wrong when Yueyu’s eyes subtly shifted to Yukong’s direction, who was laughing at one of Feixiao’s awful jokes. Initially, she was confused because why would her master pay close attention to a Cloud Knight pilot from Luofu. Then later that night, Yueyu pulls her close and suddenly pulls her in a tight embrace. To this day, she can smell the stench of alcohol.

“It’s good that you’re building connections already. They will prove to be useful to you in the future.”

It was odd— she talked like she usually did during her teachings but there was that rare affection that threatened to break away from Yueyu’s stoic voice. Now, she has a fair idea of what she actually meant by those words.

Keep her close, Feixiao.

She wonders if her master knew that they would blossom into this friendship that has become irreplaceable in Feixiao’s life— that the thought of Yukong being ripped away from her grasp is enough to stir the Moon Rage within her and inflict pain on those who deserve it. It always drives her mad when she’s near her, smelling her floral scent and witnessing that shy elegant smile that Feixiao enjoys. The softness of her tail that would unknowingly brush her legs, the coy expression Yukong gives her when she makes her usual flirtations, the nagging words that would spill out when Feixiao gets reckless, the roughness of her weathered hands against her flushed skin— all of it and more has almost pushed her to forgo any pleasantries and claim Yukong as hers.

But that awful possessiveness is something she despises. She would be no different from the monsters she slaughters— hunger and greed running through their blood. Hoolay’s poisonous words are still burrowed within her mind like a parasite. She’s no different from them with the blood of the borisin running through her like a live wire. She possesses the same thirst for power and dominance— she always wanted to deny it but her instincts make themselves known when she releases everything she has to the battlefield.

She doesn’t want that horror to happen to Yukong. In fact, she wants to be perfect for her and she is anything but that. Yukong can have everyone else but when it comes to the Merlin’s Claw, she believes it would be too much for her friend to bear. That’s the reason why she’s been holding herself back.

Jiaoqiu has been waiting in silence and the doubts that sit within her skin are starting to sprout like the beginning of spring. Moze lays back on his chair, waiting for one of them to speak up.

But of course, it is Jiaoqiu who breaks it.

“What happened to our confident General? Whatever happened to seizing the opportunity when they come to us?” Jiaoqiu's taunting words bring Feixiao back— The familiar mischievous lilt in his voice making her jaws tense up.

“You’re not getting a rise out of me, Jiaoqiu.” I’m busy wallowing in my inferiority. She dares not to say it out loud but she can tell that her retainers already know about it.

Jiaoqiu smiles. “That's not my intention at all, General. I simply want you to apply your usual tactics to your love life.”

Feixiao glares at him. “I’m not about to turn her into some prey. Are you insane?”

“What he meant is that you should tackle this problem with what you do best but not in a literal sense.” Moze cuts in with an exasperated voice. “You know, the usual of luring your target to an ideal location, waiting for the right time and then striking in one shot when it’s necessary.”

“When you’re the one explaining, it just sounds like a reenactment of one of your assassination attempts.” Feixiao’s ears slightly bend in annoyance. “But I assume you mean that I plan a date?”

Jiaoqiu snaps his fingers. “Exactly, General. We are finally seeing eye-to-eye!”

“But I just told you that she’s busy and you said that she’s purposely avoiding me.” Feixiao rolls her eyes.

Jiaoqiu sighs. “We’re going to be talking for a long while. Sit down while I explain to you the plan.”

Moze tiredly groans while their General is the only one who looks bewildered, wondering how long these two have been thinking about this.

The week passes by rather quickly for Feixiao’s liking. For once, she prayed that the days would be more patient with her while she pondered over this plan. Jiaoqiu has urged her to call Yukong earlier but she has been sitting it out, excusing it as Feixiao’s concern over disrupting Yukong’s work.

In reality, she has turned into a ball of anxiety sitting with twiddling thumbs and the bright screen of Yukong’s contact info mocking her mental torment. She has given up trying to sleep, nibbling her nails as she glares at her phone like the bane of her existence.

“First, simply ask her on a date. A proper one where you two can enjoy your time together and take the first step.”

Feixiao takes a deep breath— it’s going to be just like the other times she has invited Yukong, except the intention is going to be completely different. Moze has advised her to take the role of the hunter to bolster her confidence but she doesn’t feel comfortable treating Yukong like a hunting game. He’s terrible with her words but it always takes a while for Feixiao to understand that he meant well.

It’s gonna be fine. It’s just Yukong. She won’t hate you no matter what. Feixiao mutters an “okay” to herself before finally pressing the call button.

Then it starts to ring too loudly in the comfort of her dimly-lit bedroom. For some reason, the ringing has become a daunting noise as she sits there with her leg shaking uncontrollably.

Is it too late? I’m probably disturbing her sleep. She’s going to curse me out for this. This is so dumb— I should just give up and try to act normal. Yukong doesn’t need to think about this when she has other things to worry about-

“Feixiao?” Yukong’s voice, laced with sleep, seizes her shaky heart.

“Hey, uhm- Hi, Y-Yukong. H-How are you?” Feixiao cringes as her voice cracks. She hangs her head in shame, cursing herself and the Gods above for her stupidity.

Yukong chuckles and she realizes it's been a while (exactly seven grueling days) since she last heard her voice. “Are you calling me to ask that? You would usually hop over my window and scare me half to death.”

“I only did that once! I know you’re able to sense me without looking so that’s why I invite myself in.” Feixiao slumps against the pillows, preening at the husky laugh that tickles her ears.

“You brat. Did you call me to get on my nerves or is there something else?” The soft chastising tone sends shivers across Feixiao’s fur, swallowing thickly at how attractive Yukong sounds with her bed voice.

Feixiao tries to maintain her composure, feeling that nervousness creep up her throat. “Yes, I wanted to ask you something. Is it a good time? Did I wake you up?”

She hears some rustling from the speaker. “Is something wrong? Did you get nightmares?”

“No, no. Thankfully not. They’ve been quiet these days.” Feixiao feels her heart swell from the worrywart foxian— she smiles like a fool behind her hand. “I just wanted to ask…”

The words get stuck in her throat— she can hear Yukong’s quiet breathing and she can almost imagine her laying beside her. She has shared a bed with her before but that was years ago when they had to share a tent with ten other people and sleep in a cramped space together. She can still remember how bright and lovely Yukong’s eyes were when they stared awkwardly at each other in the dark, unsure if they should sleep or whisper nonsense all night.

“Feixiao? Are you-“

“Will you go out with me?” She squeaks out, clumsy and shy like she’s a schoolgirl experiencing first love.

Truthfully, that’s exactly what this is for her.

At first, Yukong laughs again, confused yet flustered by Feixiao’s words. “Are you sure you aren’t drinking again?”

Feixiao feels the frustration towards herself rise from her chest— Yukong is still thinking about that night.

“No, I regret coming to you like that. That’s why I’m trying again with a sober mind.” Feixiao hears a small gasp slip out. She grabs onto that tiny noise like a lifeline and moves forward. “Will you go on a date with me? A proper one with just the two of us.”

The moment the tense silence sits in the air, Feixiao is on high alert. All her senses are honed in on this one woman who has been her source of strength before the time they bore new names and titles in the world. With all her wisdom and kindness, Feixiao has nothing but gratitude and admiration for Yukong. Even when they used to be little rascals who excelled in their respective roles, even when they would stumble into misunderstandings, even when Feixiao thought she was all alone in this world— Other than Jiaoqiu, the dedicated healer who has watched her grow into the oversized role of the General, Yukong has always been the one who knows her from inside and out.

Even without saying anything, Yukong reads her emotions well. Perhaps too well that Feixiao feels almost naked in front of her eyes. That deep level of compassion that Feixiao rarely gets in her life is something Yukong is always willing to provide. Her gentle touch that her heart obsessively craves grows stronger to the point that she feels ravenous for it. She seeks it out like a cure to her illness and bit by bit, she does feel her inevitable road to insanity push back.

But now Feixiao wants to provide that same love and care to her. Yukong is the type to not need any protection from anyone but she can’t help but yearn to take care of her how she should be. She wants to freely hold hands and look at the night skies together, hug her tight to squeeze out those tears trapped in her mourning heart, whisper sweet nothings to witness how adorable and precious she can truly be— she wants to do all of these things and it only takes a single answer.

A push is all she needs. It’s all she ever wants so that she can finally-

“Y-yes, yes! I would love that.” Yukong laughs with a fond tremble in her voice. Feixiao feels the world expand as her heart bursts like a thousand arrows splitting across the sky.

Feixiao tries not to cry— the intense relief washes over her in constant waves. “Really? A-are you serious?”

“Of course I am, idiot! I wouldn’t have accepted if I wasn’t interested in you.”

She’s interested. If Feixiao had a tail, she wouldn’t be able to contain its rush of excitement. It would have been smacking against the bed sheets by now. It may not be exactly what she wants to hear but Feixiao will take anything just to keep Yukong’s attention fixed on her.

Feixiao clears her throat. “Then I- when do you t-think we should…”

Yukong is laughing a lot but she easily notices how strained her voice sounds. Is she feeling the same way as her? Is it too overwhelming?

“Maybe after the Wardance is over. I’m still processing what you just asked of me so I’m letting you choose for us. Take me somewhere nice, A-Xiao.” The way she utters her name fills Feixiao with enough warmth to rival the sun. Her mind tips over, all unbalanced and dizzy with the affection seeping into Yukong’s voice.

“Yes, I will do that.” Feixiao stiffly responds as if she’s a soldier answering orders. She’s not going to be able to sleep tonight— all because of her awkwardness and the fact that Yukong accepted the date.

“Good. Now let’s go to sleep, okay? I know how you get when you mess with your schedule.” How would she even know something like that? Feixiao feels too exposed and it only drives her to wish that she can read Yukong the same way.

“Goodnight, Yukong. And… thank you.” Feixiao stirs on her side, staring in longing at the small picture of Yukong smiling brightly sitting on her contact info.

“I should be thanking you. For stepping up between us. We needed that, didn’t we?” Yukong murmurs like it’s a secret. Feixiao recalls Jiaoqiu’s words earlier and feels relieved at the way it all connects.

“Goodnight, Feixiao. I hope you sleep well.”

Once the call ends, all Feixiao can think about while she stares into nothingness is that wavelength that connects her and Yukong becoming easier to discern. The invisible string tying them together pulls them closer and she hopes that the distance between them will fade in time. The closeness that she’s been dreaming for is within her reach and Feixiao doesn’t want to mess all of this up.

Yukong deserves more than the valor and power that Feixiao wields. She wants to give her something— promise her anything other than the language of her blade. She wants Yukong to feel special under her care, be unafraid of the future between them and witness her laugh more to push against the sadness that hangs above her.

But she knows such a thing will never happen— not when Feixiao is someone who belongs to the battlefield. All she has done is worry others and burden them with her carelessness. It’s what she constantly hears yet despite the guilt, Feixiao cannot resist something that is a sole purpose in her wretched existence.

Why would you accept me? Do you even love me the way I do?

The more she thinks, the more undeserving she feels.

The Skyspitter is immediately filled with guests and locals, bustling with various activities ranging from vendors selling food like hotcakes to athletes swarming the training grounds with fire in their eyes. But Yukong simply hangs out around the lobby with visitors and reporters swarming the area.

Tingyun squints at the Helm Master who is currently fussing about a nonexistent strand that she believes is sticking out of her perfectly groomed hair. The list of important clientele sitting on her digital clipboard has become useless when she’s unable to relay the info to her distracted boss.

“I know you like to dress up and all to keep up appearances but you’re never the type to pay attention to the fine details.” Tingyun’s interruption startles Yukong. “It’s just the Wardance. You’re acting like you’re going to be hosting the event yourself in front of the stage.”

Yukong gives her an abashed frown. “You should know yourself that we have important guests all across the galaxy and even if I will be sitting behind the scenes, it’s best if they see me in my best.”

Tingyun usually watches her face out of politeness, making sure that she’s giving a proper reaction to others despite what her thoughts may say otherwise. But Yukong watches the younger foxian’s expression morph to express how completely dumbfounded she is, looking at Yukong as if she had grown another head.

“You are not Madam Yukong. Are you sure all the disguised borisins have been eradicated here?”

Yukong smacks her with her tail. “Don’t even joke about that! What's wrong with what I said?”

“First of all, you always tell me that how a person acts is more important than how a person looks.” Tingyun tilts her head, eyes drawing up and down as she properly looks at Yukong’s formal dress. “Second of all, you have never done this in the past. What’s the sudden change?”

Before Yukong can defend herself, a group of women flock near the front desk with sparkling eyes and lovely smiles. The two foxians are bewildered by the entertaining sight.

“Will General Feixiao be participating in the Wardance?” One of the women eagerly asks behind her fan.

Yukong tries not to react at the mention of her name. The last time Feixiao contacted her was this morning when she sent her a cute morning text, sending words of encouragement for today’s busy schedule.

Tingyun eyes her with a knowing smile. Yukong busies herself by staring out the window with a rigid face, watching starskiffs fly past them.

The employee flips one of the papers in front of him. “Unfortunately, she decided to resign from the competition. She had another schedule to attend.”

Yukong almost whips her head at the unusual news. Tingyun also doesn’t hide her surprise— they were both not informed of this big change.

The ladies look outright angry by the news and decide to excuse themselves. Yukong can barely hear their gossip with all the noise surrounding them but all she can think about is where Feixiao has gone.

“What could possibly need her attention? Do you have an idea?” Tingyun turns to Yukong who is deep in her thoughts.

“Maybe General Jingyuan needed her for something. I hope it’s not anything serious.” Yukong sighs heavily— she doesn’t want a repeat of the last time Luofu hosted the Wardance. Hoolay and his followers may be gone now but who knows what other issues could arise when Luofu is at its most peaceful era.

Tingyun suddenly grabs her hand. “Well, whatever it is, let’s just do our work and enjoy the day. It would be a shame if you waste how amazing you look with that frown on your face.”

Yukong chuckles, feeling lighter thanks to Tingyun’s compliment. “I suppose you’re right.”

From the number of people Yukong had to talk to, she felt like throwing up from how hectic everything was. She thought she would finally get used to it but it is becoming more difficult to maintain her energy the older she gets. Tingyun notices her discomfort and advises her to rest in one of the empty rooms used to accommodate the fighters.

As soon as she’s granted some privacy, she kicks off her heels and stretches her limbs out, relieving the tension that has built up in her muscles. She groans at the relief before slumping against the couch, noticing how weak her legs have become.

She stares up at the ceiling, tracing the patterns and light with a bored look. Now that she’s given a moment of reprieve, her mind naturally drifts to Feixiao and heat quickly builds up in her cheeks. She entertains the thought of how Caiyi would react if she saw her now— she would probably be teased to death while wearing that proud smile on her face.

Yukong quietly laughs to herself, wishing that she could share the heart-fluttering news with her dear friend. They would both be shocked at the idea of Yukong being able to feel these emotions again— the exciting whirlwind of romance that Yukong used to possess before the Third Abundance War occurred.

She courted Caiyi first— she took the initiative and experienced everything they could with first love before the Reignbow’s arrows struck disaster for all. Even when her feelings weren't reciprocated the way Yukong had hoped, Caiyi stuck by her side and loved her in her own way.

But she should have known that Feixiao would take the first step between them. It shouldn’t be surprising that the Merlin’s Claw will sweep her off her feet sooner or later. Truthfully, she imagined this scenario in her head more than she would like to admit. There was a dramatic image of Feixiao going down on one knee and asking her out as if she’s proposing in front of everyone. There was another where Feixiao would accidentally confess out loud while they were drinking together and they would have sat in that nerve-wracking revelation, unsure of how to proceed.

The clock ticks above her, striking an hour left before the event ends and the after-party begins to celebrate the winners. Yukong shakes these nonsensical fantasies out of her head and picks up her heels, readying herself to go out there with Tingyun and end this day on a good note.

But she suddenly hears a knock on the door. Yukong lifts her head while she readjusts the earrings on her downturned ears.

“Tingyun? Is that you?” Yukong calls out without a thought.

Then the door shifts open and that crooked grin that Yukong has fallen for greets her first. Yukong’s face morphs into shock at the unexpected sight, wondering if her fatigue is finally getting to her. But when Feixiao walks closer and brushes back the hair tickling her cheeks, the electrifying touch feels too real to be a hallucination.

“F-Feixiao? I thought you weren’t going to attend?” Yukong takes in her odd appearance. The esteemed General is wearing a cloak as if she intends to hide her unofficial appearance from people.

Feixiao takes off her hood with a small chuckle, amused by Yukong’s reaction. “Surprise?”

She huffs at her, smacking her shoulder harshly. “You could have texted me. I was looking forward to watching you fight on the stands but then I heard that you weren’t going to come and I was worried about what happened-“

Feixiao shushes her, protectively taking her trembling hands. Yukong feels her heart pound harder when their faces draw closer until their foreheads are touching. But instead of facing an incoherent Feixiao, this one holds that familiar image of conviction burning in her eyes.

“I’m here. I have no intention of leaving you.” Feixiao murmurs— their fingers slip together like two puzzle pieces and Yukong tries not to purr at the affectionate gesture.

“I know but you still could have told me beforehand.” Yukong frowns.

Feixiao’s eyes soften and it’s all for her— all devoted and doting of Yukong’s every breath. “I was planning some stuff for you. I thought our first date should be something special.”

Yukong admires the bashful smile. “Well, I suppose I will forgive you then. I can just skip the after-party.”

“Will that be okay? I can just wait if you want.”

“No need. I would rather be with you than be surrounded by rowdy athletes and sleazy tradesmen.” Yukong laughs as she leans her head on her broad shoulder, humming at the comforting hand rubbing her back.

She shivers when Feixiao leans close to her cheek, toying with the necklace dangling over her collarbones. “You look beautiful, by the way. This color on you is wonderful.”

Yukong glows under the praise and the heady look in her eyes— there is crude hunger hiding underneath her fanged smirk. Yukong’s thoughts are suddenly thrown into sinful images. Within this small room with the possibility of someone interrupting them, there is that thrilling sensation that Yukong missed when she was on active duty. With Feixiao towering over her and giving her that look that makes her feel desired, holding her close with those strong possessive hands, it’s hard not to feel something terrible and hot in her stomach.

She pulls away from Feixiao before she lets her pent-up emotions get to her. Now is not the time to jump into the General’s pants when there are far more important matters to worry about. This is going to be the night where they will share something special and Yukong wants to appreciate Feixiao’s efforts.

“I suppose I shouldn’t trap you here for too long. Our great Helm Master of Luofu is needed out there.” Feixiao doesn’t hide the disappointment as she steps away from Yukong.

She tries to keep her eyes on her face, not wanting to dwell downwards on the sinful curves of the woman that she’s been crushing on for so long. Feixiao hates the thought of not getting to admire her any longer as she watches Yukong saunter past her and stand in front of the door.

“I can’t wait for the surprise, General. It better be worth something if you’re willing to not participate in the Wardance.” Yukong smiles at her, feeling hopeful and invigorated to finish off work.

A teasing brush of her long tail fluttering past her legs causes Feixiao to stiffen with a choked laugh— Heavens above, she thinks she might die before they even get to the main event.

“I will try my best to impress you then.” Feixiao pauses for a second, unable to stop herself from actually scanning her up and down. She’s too weak against beautiful women, Yukong especially. “And keep the dress on. I want to see it more.”

Yukong gives her a weak glare as she walks out of the door, half-affectionate and half-embarrassed by her request.

“Then you better dress to match up with me. I can’t have you wearing that gaudy cloak during our first date.”

“Second, treat her to something nice. Do something that shows how much you care for her. People like Madam Yukong like to feel special.”

Feixiao thought about doing her routine run around Luofu as a way to shake off the pesky nerves that ran rampant all over her system. But at the same time, she didn’t want to ruin the specially tailored suit Jiaoqiu and Moze had ordered for her. Her hair is tied high to its usual ponytail with the new addition of a flower embroidery sitting beside her ear and clouds of gold and teal decorated across the gray fabric of her jacket.

But despite how well-dressed or how prepared the entire date setup is, Feixiao has never done something like this before with her previous lovers. The most she did was treat them to a nice meal or have date nights at home. But she has never made an effort quite like this and she can only hope that Yukong will enjoy the experience.

She paces around the outdoor patio that she has rented out from this fancy restaurant. The table is decorated with flowers, neatly placed utensils and pristine white plates. The lamps hanging from the roof give off a warm atmosphere, allowing Feixiao to somewhat relax when the sights before her look perfect.

The host of the restaurant suddenly appears and moves up the small steps. “The Madam is here. Should we prepare the food?”

Feixiao feels her heart almost jump but she’s able to uphold her composure. “Yes. Make sure you remember my requests. I don’t want her to eat anything too heavy or something she dislikes tonight.”

“Of course! We have prepared a special menu for you two. We are honored to have the Helm Master and Yaoqing General as our guests.” The host’s eager presence reassures Feixiao and he quickly excuses himself to prepare everything for them.

As if on cue, one of the staff guides her lady of the evening through the pathway. Feixiao automatically smiles at the sight of Yukong’s brilliance already brightening up the space. They meet eye contact for a little while as she walks closer to the patio but Yukong eventually ducks her head like a shy maiden, unused to the unfamiliar sight of the General all dressed up.

“You really outdid yourself.” Yukong breathes out as her eyes wander all over the place, taking in the breathtaking scene before her. “It’s so elegant and formal that I feel underdressed right now.”

Feixiao carefully takes her hand and leads her to her seat. “Nonsense. You fit right in the picture. You could be wearing your pajamas and you would still look beautiful.”

Yukong playfully shoves her off as she sits. “That’s going too far now.” She watches Feixiao take her spot across from her and both women are still in awe of the situation. ”But thank you for all of this. You didn’t have to.”

Feixiao moves the flower vase to the side so she can take a better look at her. She notices that Yukong has changed her necklace into a longer one and her dress is the same color but it has a deeper neckline that pools past her sternum. A sliver of her chest is peeking out of the fabric and Feixiao is trying not to ogle at how much skin Yukong is boldly showing.

But the Helm Master, who is normally modest with her appearances, seems unbothered by her gorgeous dress and is entertaining herself with the menu.

“This all looks expensive too. Just how much have you paid for all this in one night?” Yukong lifts a curious brow.

Feixiao puffs her chest out of pride. “If I tell you, are you going to be impressed or scold me?”

Yukong props her chin on her palm and curls manicured fingers over her smirk. “If I kiss you, would you tell me?”

It’s almost embarrassing how close she was to saying yes, please. I’ll do anything for it. But she refrains from humiliating herself and clears her dry throat with a sip of water.

“You’re awfully flirty. Is this how you usually are?” Feixiao can’t help but ask.

Yukong leans closer, letting that annoyingly deep collar of her damned dress show off her cleavage. “Not really. But your reactions are cute whenever I tease you. It’s not often I get the Merlin’s Claw all shy for me.”

“Well, I’m glad that you feel comfortable with me— even if it’s at the cost of my pride.”

They fall into the rhythm of teasing and bickering— the addictive push and pull they have created eases the earlier anxiety Feixiao had. She doesn’t let herself speak her true thoughts yet but Yukong has the opposite idea as she takes every opportunity to slowly but surely drive her insane. She thinks she’s not doing it on purpose but she knows how Yukong usually acts. There’s a different air about her that speaks of something unknown and exciting for Feixiao to discover.

Once they get to their main course, Feixiao jolts at the feeling of Yukong’s heel pressing against her ankle. She looks up to see that Yukong is feigning innocence as she praises the food in her mouth. She tightens her grip on her utensil, feeling incredibly conscious of the heel tormenting her under the table.

Then she feels it move between her feet and hook around her calf, almost as if she’s massaging the tense muscle underneath the pantsuit. 

Yukong stares back at her with a subtle curl of her red lips. “What’s wrong? I thought you like duck meat?”

Feixiao licks her lips and she can clearly see Yukong’s eyes track the pink muscle. “I do. But someone is distracting me from enjoying my meal properly.”

“Oh, that’s a shame.” Yukong simply says and Feixiao feels a vein protruding from her jaw from how tightly wound up she feels.

Thankfully, Yukong spares her mercy and they fall back to talking about stories of the past once they are about to slow down and enjoy their desserts.

“I never met Caiyi properly but I would often see her glued to your side.” Feixiao scoops up the chocolate pastry with the white cream sitting on top. “She seemed disinterested when I said hello so I didn’t bother getting close to her.”

Yukong smiles against her wine glass. “She was intimidated by you. She always asked me how I managed to befriend General Yueyu’s scary apprentice when it looked like you were ready to pounce on anyone.”

“That’s not a surprise. Everyone was afraid of me and they still do now. But you on the other hand…” Feixiao trails off as the words slip past her.

“At first, I was nervous. But I was never afraid of you. Even when people whispered about the dangers of Moon Rage and whatever trouble you cause, that didn’t stop me from getting close to you.” It has become easier to hold Feixiao’s hand when she wants to, rubbing her fingers over her scarred palm— it’s almost ticklish. “You were- are just a sweetheart. Stubborn and careless but you have a good heart.”

Feixiao’s snow-white ears bend back as a faint blush colors her face. “I always question why you would stick with someone like me. But Jiaoqiu and Moze would always scold me to death if I ever kept asking that.”

“Do you want to know why?” Yukong sits upright and her eyes become as clear as the moon. “It’s because you’re a joy to be with and everyone can attest to that, I assure you. You may always think of yourself as a weapon or monster. But outside the battlefield, outside of all these things you may believe, you are just like the rest of us.”

“You have a sense of humor that others click with, a determination that others admire, a confidence that I envy myself, and a heart that knows how to take care of others well.” Yukong pulls her hand up and kisses her ring finger, feeling it twitch against her lips. “It’s hard not to love someone like you, Feixiao. I know that for certain.”

She can feel her eyes sting at the tears waiting to spill out of her. Yukong gives a patient smile— the slow caress of her hand helps distract her from potentially crying.

“That might as well sound like a confession.” Feixiao squeezes out a small shaky laugh.

Yukong turns red. “W-well, you will have to wait for that part.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” Feixiao mutters quietly— she can’t not smile at how endearing all of that sounds.

But at the same time, it only lights the fire inside her. Many questions circle her head like a whirlpool, experiencing various contrasting emotions hitting her all at once. Yukong takes the time to console her, continuing her distraction by weaving a story or two for Feixiao to jump in. They eventually go back to the topic about Caiyi and she’s glad to see Yukong feeling more comfortable sharing her thoughts about her.

Over the past few decades, Feixiao was rarely by her side. But Feixiao would sometimes receive calls late at night, and hearing Yukong whimper like a lost pup made her heart crack. She always felt frustrated that the Yaoqing’s ship wasn’t close enough for her to seek Yukong out, wishing that she was there to hold her tight and let those tears drench her shoulder.

“It’s just unfair. All the people I love are fated to leave me.” Yukong once cried out during one of their drunken nights when she visited last year. Yukong held her down like a prisoner, afraid that she too would slip away from her grasp if she ever loosened her grip.

Feixiao couldn’t comfort her with the right words when both of them knew that they were not true. Feixiao wasn’t able to promise her that she won’t die out there. She couldn’t tell her that she would survive whatever fate had written for her future. But she would be damned if she ever allowed death to claim her sooner than later.

Not when she finally has this after everything she has been through— after what Yukong has been through.

“Wait for the right moment. Let the moment sink between you two and when the mood is all good, do something special that will make it hard for her to forget.”

“Do I have to keep my eyes closed?” Yukong holds onto Feixiao’s arms as she’s led onto an unknown spot, protected with Feixiao’s suit blazer from the chilling air of midnight.

From what she can gather with her limited yet keen sense of surroundings, she can detect the pungent smell of Ambrosial Ardor being grown into metal and wood. The whirring of a starskiff gets louder at every step they take. She guesses that they may be somewhere in Stargazer Navalia but she doesn’t hear any of the starskiff incubators humming or the busy sound of them rattling while they’re being shipped back and forth in metal containers.

Feixiao snickers. “I thought you liked my surprises?”

If she could, she would have rolled her eyes. “I think I don’t need my eyes to be closed to feel surprised at whatever you have planned.”

“That’s no fun. I quite enjoy your reactions so we’re doing this.” The teasing comment earns her a pinch on her arm.

Yukong is finally able to open her eyes once they have arrived at a secluded street with a lone starskiff parked in front of them. She stares incredulously at the flowers and fairy lights decorating the vehicle, resembling more of a starskiff that’s prepared for a couple on their honeymoon.

“This is my personal starskiff, by the way. I didn’t do the decorations— my retainer insisted that I should make it pretty.” Feixiao crosses her arms defensively.

Yukong tries not to make fun of it. It’s a ridiculous sight to witness but she isn’t going to hate it either. This would make a good memory that they can look back on.

“Help me inside then. Are we driving around at night?”

Out of instinct, Feixiao reaches out with a supportive grip on her hand and waist as she assists her inside. She feels her heart skip at the gentlewomanly act— it’s one of her favorite things to witness about Feixiao. It’s a huge contrast from the usual image of her being a battle-worn hero who possesses great martial prowess and horrifyingly destructive abilities.

The woman who doesn’t hesitate to cleave her enemies in half is the same one who fussed over her when Yukong shivered for a millisecond from the cold. The same one who is guiding her around as if she’s porcelain— she doesn’t mind the considerate treatment when she rarely experiences it. The same one who hasn’t dared to look away from Yukong for one second as if she’s savoring this night together.

The same one who stubbornly stares at her instead of the bright stars that they’re greeted with from the windows of the starskiff.

Yukong notices that the navigation panel is pulled up and a destination is set for them. “Where are we going?”

“Can't answer that when it’s a surprise.” Feixiao laughs when she’s given a half-annoyed look.

As Yukong flicks her hair off of her shoulders, Feixiao’s sharp eyes hone in on the exposed skin. She finds herself drawing her hand up her forearm and rubbing her thumb over the faint scars. Yukong looks at her quietly, feeling shy under Feixiao’s reverent gaze.

“You’ve always been pretty. I was surprised when you approached me when nobody else wanted to.” Feixiao begins, trailing her fingers up to her bicep and smiling at the subtle muscle that Yukong has not lost. “I think I wanted to scare you off to see if you would stick around. But my mentor always scolded me about how antisocial I was back then.”

Yukong purrs with a twitch of her ears as the hand roams across her collarbone before cupping her neck, tenderly massaging the tense knot with her long fingers. “And you’ve always been handsome too. But you’ve grown more charming over the years and before I know it, that little rascal that would charge past enemy lines is the same wise general sitting in front of me.”

Feixiao furrows her brows. “I highly doubt wise is the right word to describe my leadership. But I’ll take that over bullheaded or foolhardy.”

“You still are all of those things, by the way. Even outside the battlefield, you always manage to astound me with the things you do when you’re not on duty.” Yukong envelops the hand on her neck and intertwines it together, feeling incredibly content to the point her cheeks hurt from smiling. “Like how much of a gym rat you are or how you could eat an entire buffet without gaining any weight or losing those muscles.”

Feixiao grins. “You like my muscles?”

“That’s what you decided to focus on?” Yukong laughs but she doesn’t deny it. “Or that one time you spent so much money buying me that expensive necklace that should have put a dent in your bank account.”

“You know how I get when I buy things. I simply look at what looks pretty and buy it without looking at the price.”

Yukong cringes at the terrible thought. “I didn’t need expensive gifts, A-Xiao. You don’t need to pamper someone like me.”

She flushes hot when Feixiao cups her delicate face, indulging her with eyes that border between love and obsession. “But I want to. For the remaining life we have together, I want to take care of you.”

Yukong shudders at her confession, feeling drunk and a little needy from Feixiao’s constant praises. She swallows harshly, trying to hold herself back from pushing forward and kissing her square on the face. But it’s hard to not think about it when Feixiao is staring at her lips like she wants to eat her alive.

“You’re feeling warm. Are you okay?” She can’t tell if Feixiao is asking out of genuine concern or is teasing her.

But she cannot care to know when all she wants to do is sink into her arms and let the night end with Feixiao whispering sweet nothings to her ears. She grasps onto her arms, leaning closer with their legs bumping until Feixiao has her back against the seat.

“Y-Yukong?” Feixiao stammers out with hidden excitement as the older foxian slides on her lap, sighing softly at the firm muscles beneath those pants.

Yukong lazily smiles as she slithers her hands over her chest, causing the fabric to wrinkle and the buttons of her shirt to pop open sporadically. “You drive me insane, General. How can I resist you when you say the right things to me?”

She almost makes an awful noise when Feixiao’s large hands grab her wide hips, fingers slipping underneath the cut of her dress. “That’s good. You also do the same— I really thought I was going to lose it when I first saw you today.” Feixiao breathlessly laughs.

“But before we go further than this,” Feixiao groans against her neck, panting harshly as her heart pounds violently in her ribcage. “I want- need to hear your confession. Do you love me the same way I do? Do you have the same desires I possess? I want to know if you see me in your future— I want to know your every waking thought, Yukong.”

Yukong gasps at the groping of her ass, shamelessly squeezing the plump flesh with a satisfied groan. It’s getting harder to think when Feixiao isn’t able to contain herself any longer, touching her in places Yukong has shamefully dreamed about in the past. This is far better than anything she has imagined— the real Feixiao is more impatient and loving than the ones in her mind. Just as hungry yet unbelievably selfless

Feixiao’s warm breath tickles her skin. ”Please, please… spare me the torment and tell me now.” She pleads like a starved beast, clawing at her sides as if she has every intention to mark her skin if need be.

And she realizes with a burst of joy that she cannot contain herself. The tears well up under her lashes as her heart soars further than any starskiff out there, crashing right into Feixiao’s waiting hands— to be treasured and wanted the way Yukong has dreamed of.

“I love you.” Yukong chokes out, pressing their foreheads once more— she stares right into her eyes and feels everything pour out of her in a single stream for this moment. “I didn’t want to admit it but Aeons, you always make it difficult for me…”

Feixiao’s breathing grows irregular— her pupils sharpening into hungry slits as all her attention is fixated on Yukong and nothing else. “Really? How much do you love me?” She can’t help but ask like a lost soul, seeking more answers from the goddess on top of her lap like it’s her throne.

“More than you can ever comprehend, my heart.” Yukong smiles happily with wet tears staining her cheeks. Feixiao looks up at her helplessly with deep adoration, worshiping how divine her entire existence is.

Because somehow, within this starskiff that barely fits the two of them, Yukong feels more in her element as if the dead shot of Luofu has returned in her arms and had made her final strike deep into the flesh of her heart. And Feixiao is defenseless against all of it— if she could, she would go down on her knees and kiss a path upwards until she reaches those soft red lips. If she was allowed, she would show her exactly how much she loves her— how much she yearned for this exact moment.

“I love you too.” Feixiao finds herself saying out loud. She’s hypnotized by the crystal-like eyes staring right into her soul. “I wish to swear an oath to you. I want to pin my life right here,” Feixiao puts a hand over Yukong’s heart, who grasps it tightly like a lifeline. “I want to plant myself where I belong. So that for every fight I go through, I remind myself to survive and come home to you and others.”

Yukong trembles in her embrace with a weak laugh, crying from the promises that had etched themselves deep into her skin.

“Do what you must. As long as you return to my arms, I’m content.”

“And whatever happens after that, I hope you and Madam Yukong are happier than ever.”

Feixiao growls as she shoves open the door of her apartment, dragging a disheveled Yukong inside before pinning her against the wall. Yukong moans as nails drag up her thighs and sink back under the dress, stopping her hips from moving.

“W-what happened to that reservation- fuck, Feixiao!” Yukong cries out as Feixiao hooks her arms under her legs before hoisting her up, carrying her and shoving her impossibly tight against the wall.

Feixiao drinks in the messy state the Helm Master has been put under, positively glowing with pride and gratitude that she’s blessed with such a delicious sight. “Fuck the reservation. I need you now.”

Yukong has no complaints about that as she wraps her arms around her neck and tugs her in a searing kiss. Both of them groan at the painful collision but eventually melt as tongues and teeth drag across their bruised lips. Yukong winces in delight and pain when Feixiao bites on her bottom lip, causing a drop of blood to spill on her tongue.

Feixiao groans at the metallic sweet taste. “Tell me to stop and I will let you go.”

“Never,” Yukong whines at the possibility of losing this moment. She might die if Feixiao actually leaves her like this. “Please never stop.”

The moment she gives her permission, Yukong finds herself getting thrown on the bed. She scrambles up to the pillows— her ravenous gaze pinned on Feixiao who is roughly ripping off her expensive-looking suit. Once she’s left in just her sports bra and briefs, she stares in reverence at the magnificent sight of her athletic body. And fuck, all those workouts she has been religiously following have done wonders to her body. A perfect mixture of femininity and masculinity as strong muscles flex from her arms, stomach and thighs in contrast to her plump tits and soft hips.

Feixiao crawls towards her like a natural predator, starting her kisses from her ankle before trailing up to her calf and then to her knee.

“Please take off the dress.” Feixiao begs softly and Yukong is obsessed with the intoxicating effect it gives her.

Instead of getting rid of the useless fabric altogether, Yukong takes this time to tease Feixiao by taking her sweet time stripping the silk fabric off of her shoulders. She reaches behind her and unzips the back open, letting the fabric slowly peel off of her body like a ribbon unwrapping itself. Feixiao simply stares in awe, basking under Yukong’s carnal gaze and watching more skin being exposed by her little seductive show.

Feixiao breathes through her nose, cursing under her breath at the sinful sight of her toned shoulders, deep collarbones stained with sweat and Feixiao’s lipstick, her flushed breasts sitting beautifully, the sexy sight of her belly fat riddled with stretch marks and the lace underwear wrapped around her hips. Oddly, Yukong feels motivated to show off her body despite her earlier insecurities about her age. It’s hard not to seduce the awestruck General when she’s staring at Yukong like she’s the epitome of perfection.

Yukong bites her lip when she notices her briefs stretching with a small tent. “Let me see you too, sweetheart.” She asks with a sickeningly saccharine tone that Feixiao can’t help but drink up, momentarily tearing her eyes away from her curvy body.

She kneels in front of Yukong, watching her hook her fingers under the band of her briefs. Feixiao can’t take her eyes off Yukong’s face, enamored by the sultry stare as she lowers her head. She shivers when her hungry mouth snakes down her abs, teasing her with a broad stroke of her tongue on the salty skin— her fists shaking uncontrollably from restraining herself from pouncing on her.

Feixiao covers half of her face in embarrassment once her cock is all exposed, kicking off her underwear before kneeling there without moving a single inch. Yukong pushes her down until she’s sitting, slotting herself between her legs and dragging her palms up and down her thighs.

Yukong quietly laughs. “Why are you nervous?” There’s no teasing in her tone but she’s fond of how shy her new lover is.

Feixiao pushes out a husky chuckle. “It’s natural when my hot crush is in front of me.”

“Oh please, I’m sure many girls have done this to you.” Yukong rolls her eyes— there’s no bite but she still doesn’t like imagining what those women did and how far they went with Feixiao.

Feixiao seems to have the same idea as she frowns at her words. “I never really went further than normal sex. But it was mostly as a way to destress so I didn’t get to enjoy it as much— I was always too busy to let those relationships last long.”

Yukong lets out a low rumble from her throat, feeling a flicker of jealousy mixed in with the pool of desire sitting in her core. Feixiao’s legs flinch when Yukong digs her nails on the meat of her thigh.

“Then let me take care of you, General.“ Yukong brushes her hair back as she lowers it next to her semi-hard cock. “I have to pay back for what you’ve done for me tonight.”

“You don’t have to do such a thing. Let me do the same-“ Feixiao gasps as Yukong wraps her hand around the length and slides the tip against her tongue.

She rolls her tongue around the head, humming from the tangy taste of her precum. Feixiao grips onto the bed sheets, toes curling inwards as Yukong pushes more inside her hot mouth. She feels her arousal flare up in intensity when Yukong moans around her cock, feeling it harden against her tongue as she begins to bob her head.

Yukong takes one of her hands and places it on top of her head, allowing Feixiao to hold onto her. She half-expected the impatient General to push her head down but all she does is pat her encouragingly, murmuring sweet praises.

“Gods, you’re so pretty like this.” Feixiao moans. “You feel so good, Yukong…”

Exhilaration rushes through her veins, prompting her to increase her pace as she takes her lover deeper. Her mouth is filled with simply Feixiao who is whimpering and hissing at the intense pleasure running through her body. Her length is just below average but the thickness of it fills the space in her head with a cloud bordering on subspace. But she shakes off the vulnerable feeling, wanting to enjoy this first night together with all the attention she can give.

Yukong isn’t in the mood for all of that tonight— she wants to pull as many reactions as possible from Feixiao, curious if she’s as dominant in bed as she is in the battlefield or if she’s as selfless as she always has been and allow Yukong to set the pace for them.

Suddenly, Feixiao stiffens under her and tries to pull Yukong off. Sensing her desperation, she allows her some mercy and stares worryingly at Feixiao whose chest is breathing erratically. Her stomach is all tightened up as if she’s holding it in.

“Was I going too fast? Are you okay?” Yukong kisses her hip, lips still wet from her saliva and precum.

Feixiao shakes her head, shooting her an aroused smile. “Nothing like that. I just didn’t want to come too soon. It’s hard to get it up afterwards and I want to help you first.”

Yukong lets herself sink back to the sheets, sighing as adoring hands roam under her legs before spreading them carefully. Feixiao places kisses against her breast, mouthing the soft skin until her lips reach her nipple. Yukong whines at the greedy tongue enveloping the sensitive nub, rolling it around before sucking it until it’s all hard and wet with saliva.

Yukong buries her hand against the wild tresses of snow-like hair, biting back a hiss when Feixiao playfully grazes her fangs against the nipple.

“Kiss me.” She calls out to her— her self-control is at its wit's end at how slow and devoted Feixiao is with her body.

She would have enjoyed this side of her lover any other day. She would allow Feixiao to continue with the worship— spend the entire night just carving promises with her lips on her skin until she embodies their love like a vessel. But Yukong has underestimated herself and realized that it’s been too long since she last had sex with anyone. She’ll be damned if Feixiao continues to deny her like this.

Feixiao growls as she surges upwards and captures her lips, dragging her tongue across Yukong’s sharp teeth, tasting a faint taste of the wine they drank before they got here. But Yukong’s lips are far more addicting than any alcohol she ever had and she continues to take and take like she’s starving, seeking more from Yukong until she’s all breathless underneath her.

Yukong tugs her scalp in warning, causing Feixiao to snap back with a disapproving snarl. But she stands down when her slender hand takes hold of her dick and pumps it in a gentle rhythm, sometimes squeezing it to make Feixiao groan and buck her hips.

“Are you comfortable with going inside?” Yukong whispers against her wet lips, watching their hips move closer until her cock is laid flat on Yukong’s stomach.

Feixiao feels her heart warm up at how much Yukong keeps checking up on her. The caring tone somewhat fits through the deep fog in her head, purring at the satisfying scratches of nails against the back of her ear.

“Yes. But I want to make you come first.” Feixiao licks her lips— that insatiable hunger comes roaring back with the snap of its teeth. “Can I do that?”

Yukong shyly nods before watching her hand drift down before cupping her underwear— both of them moaning at how drenched the fabric has become. Yukong shimmies out of it before Feixiao flings it across the room, laughing and exchanging soft kisses with one another.

Her hips roll upwards to meet Feixiao’s tentative fingers, testing the waters as she collects her wetness from her entrance before rubbing it up towards her clit. Yukong gasps against her neck, watching Feixiao apply more pressure and become bolder due to her reactions.

Feixiao smiles softly, kissing her blushing cheek. “Such a pretty fox. I’m all yours, okay?”

Yukong vigorously nods her head, feeling lightheaded at the sharp and precise movement of her fingers. The immense pleasure burning through her insides is something Yukong is unable to stop, slowly building up the tension while all she can focus on is Feixiao and her loving words.

“You sound so cute. Who knew the Helm Master could be like this?” Feixiao laughs when Yukong buries her face to hide her face, slightly flustered at how needy and vulnerable she has become.

Then Feixiao carefully dips her drenched fingers against her pussy, slowly filling her up until she feels her heart stutter in her throat. Her cheeks burn like molten lava and her hips tremble at the intrusion— it's a smooth and easy glide inside with Feixiao coaxing her to new heights. She sees white flashes burn at the back of her eyelids, crying out Feixiao’s name like a prayer when Feixiao starts pumping her fingers.

Feixiao uses her other hand to grab onto Yukong’s, grounding her down with sweet nothings and calculated strokes deep inside her cunt. She can feel her walls hug her digits as if they don’t want to let go. She tries not to hump against the mattress or else she might come before she can be inside her.

“You’re squeezing me hard, my love.” Feixiao coos against her ear. “I need you to relax for me and feel my fingers filling you up.”

It’s almost humiliating how close she is already and her obscene words are only fuelling the fire— it’s too soon for her yet Feixiao has turned relentless with her thrusts as if she wants Yukong to lose control and break apart.

Feixiao senses it as well. She watches the way Yukong curls up against her, moans getting louder until all she can cry out is Feixiao’s name. Her hips are grinding down against her until her palm is hitting her clit, causing Yukong to arch her back at the added stimulation.

She just watches and fucks her as best as she can, curling her fingers against the front and hitting that spot until Yukong is thrashing in her arms. Feixiao holds her down with her body weight, shushing her cries as she increases her pace until she can feel the delicious burn in her forearm.

Yukong suddenly grabs her face and they stare at each other, stuck in their little bubble of bliss as the knot in her stomach threatens to snap at any second.

“I love you!” Yukong sobs out and Feixiao stutters from her thrusts, relishing how depraved her expression looks.

Then with three exact strokes, Yukong lurches forward, almost throwing herself in Feixiao’s embrace as her brain melts in complete ecstasy. Her orgasm rips through her like a tidal wave, drowning her in gratification until she can’t think of anything else other than the warm body pressed against her own. Feixiao groans at the slight spurt of wetness coating her hand, slowing down her fingers until she’s able to pull out.

Yukong continues to sob and Feixiao’s protective instincts kick in as she gathers her on her lap and showers her with kisses.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” Feixiao reminds her, heart aching at the tears wetting Yukong’s red cheeks. “You’re doing so good.”

Yukong eventually calms down after getting distracted with a slow kiss on the lips, bringing her back to reality so that she can get a hold of her emotions. Everything felt so overwhelming at that single moment that she hadn’t realized she’d been keeping all of these feelings bottled up.

Feixiao must have sensed it but she doesn’t question. Instead, she switches their position so that she’s the one who’s lying down while Yukong is sitting upright on top of her. Yukong blinks at the sudden change— her eyes unknowingly looking down to see how hard Feixiao is when it presses against her.

After she gets her bearings, she takes a deep breath and positions herself until she’s rubbing her pussy against Feixiao’s cock. Both of them groan at the contact, especially Yukong since she still feels sensitive from her previous release. Feixiao holds her hips, guiding her back and forth as they start a leisurely pace. Yukong whimpers when her clit bumps against her head, watching their precum smear against each other.

The sight only serves to arouse the both of them. Yukong gasps when Feixiao accidentally humps against her, intensifying the friction of their slow dance.

“I’m ready now.” Yukong murmurs as she drapes herself over Feixiao, causing their breasts to press against each other.

Feixiao groans at the intimate contact and the way their flushed bodies rubbed against one another, wrapping her arm around her waist and closing the distance between them. “Put me in, my love. It’s all for you.”

Yukong shudders at her submission. How can this same woman who always commands people for a living be reduced to an obedient little fox who wants nothing more than to serve Yukong selflessly?

It gives her a little trip of power— a wave of dominance takes hold of her courage and she’s emboldened to torture Feixiao a little bit.

Yukong takes hold of her length and presses the tip against her entrance. She doesn’t sink on it yet but Feixiao is trembling at the denial. She can see the veins popping from her neck, teeth sharpening as Yukong simply grinds down on it with a little shake of her ass— she doesn’t mind putting on a show as long as she gets to enjoy how cute Feixiao is for trying so hard to maintain her composure.

“Y-Yukong, please…” Feixiao grits her teeth, tightening her hold on the woman. “I’ve been g-good to you, haven’t I? Please fuck yourself on me.”

Aeons, how did Yukong manage to find a blessing like Feixiao? She feels intoxicated and empowered by her begging, letting out a laugh to taunt the poor General. She thought she was a traditional lover in bed but she finds herself enjoying the idea of making her lover submit to her like this or pushing them enough to let out those true desires.

Then Feixiao does the unexpected. She suddenly grabs the base of her tail and tugs on it harshly, causing Yukong to let out an undignified noise and accidentally push her hips down until the tip finally pops inside her. Feixiao snarls in satisfaction but instead of shoving her cock inside, she still makes sure that Yukong is as comfortable as possible as she slowly inserts herself through her tight cunt.

Feixiao murmurs an apology against her cheek. “Are you feeling okay?”

Yukong is unable to think beyond how thick Feixiao is. The addicting stretch is too much for her to handle despite how wet she is. It feels like she’s getting burned from the inside with how full she feels. Feixiao groans at the way Yukong squeezes around her, sucking her in deeper until their hips are practically molded together.

Yukong whines as she clutches onto her stomach. “S-shit, sorry… it’s just been so long since I had anything in me.”

Feixiao’s eyes soften— a sliver of worry pulling her brows together. “Take all the time you need. Because if you move now, I feel like I’m going to finish too soon.”

Yukong wraps her arms around her neck, pecking the corner of her lips. “I don’t mind if you do. You have been amazing all night.”

“But I want to watch you come again.” Feixiao’s blunt words cause her to squeeze down. A smug grin presents itself on her face. “And it seems your body agrees with me.”

Yukong huffs at her. “Shut up. I’m going to move now.”

That’s all the warning Feixiao gets before she raises her hips and sinks her cock back inside. Yukong repeats this motion with debauched moans until she is bouncing on top of her. Feixiao groans at the intense ride, not expecting Yukong to go all out so fast— she has to grab onto her hips for support, willing her body to not finish too soon so that she can continue to watch her use Feixiao like this.

She bends forward to suck onto her breasts again, lapping up the sweat as if it’s sweet nectar. Feixiao slithers a hand over Yukong’s belly before stopping just above her exposed clit, rubbing it insistently and feeling thrilled to see Yukong quivering on top of her.

Yukong buries her nose against the crown of her head, feeling her long fluffy ears brush her face. She clutches onto her shoulders— her eager thrusts have become indulgent and needy as she grinds that cock against her g-spot, praising Feixiao endlessly as if she’s a god herself.

“G-Gods, such a good girl! Fuck, Feixiao- you feel s-so good inside me!” Yukong sobs as she suffocates her lover in her hug, clawing down her back as she’s unable to contain the carnal lust that plagues her mind with each harsh pound of their hips.

Feixiao huffs against her full breasts, stretching out her neck until she’s able to nip the side of her jaw. “Come for me, Yukong. Let it all out.”

Yukong’s hips become a blur as she does a dirty grind, barely getting the length out of her before she drops down on it with a loud clap. Feixiao heaves out a harsh breath at the nails drawing blood on her back (She’s sure the bed is going to be stained badly after this), moving her hips in haste until she’s able to match Yukong’s pace.

Finally, Yukong snaps as she releases a choked sob before snapping her teeth against the flesh of her shoulder. Feixiao almost howls at the excruciating pain, feeling her fangs sink deep as if Yukong intends to add another scar on her body. But Yukong is too lost in her own pleasure to realize that as she drinks in Feixiao’s blood and her body falls into violent tremors— a potent mix of everything she loves and more exploding inside her.

The second orgasm is more intense than the last as it slams Yukong headfirst into the ocean of bliss. Stars explode all over her body, blood running hot and her mouth feeling hungry as if she has become the predator herself.

Feixiao allows the feverish Yukong to recover, pulling out of her cunt with a wet noise before she starts pumping her fist around her dick covered in her cum. But Yukong notices the desperation in her movement as she blinks out of her dazed state and growls when she sees Feixiao attempting to finish without her help.

“Let me do it.” Yukong quickly pushes her hand away and snakes down to engulf Feixiao back in her mouth, earning a deep guttural groan from her lover.

After withstanding Yukong’s orgasm, Feixiao isn’t able to last long as she thrusts her hips inside and spills a small amount of cum on her tongue with an animalistic noise tumbling out of her throat. Yukong moans at the taste, finding herself enjoying it more than she thought she would. She bobs her head deeper until her nose is pressed up against the wisps of white hair, letting Feixiao ride out her orgasm until she feels her body melt against the bed.

Feixiao moans at the overstimulation, gently pulling Yukong off of her. “I love you.” She says once more and she's reminded of how all of this started.

Yukong’s lips crack into a foolish smile, deeply captivated by the rare peacefulness that surrounds Feixiao. “I love you too. Thank you for everything.”

“Of course. I should be thanking you instead.” Feixiao nuzzles her nose against her neck, feeling her heart be at ease for the first time.

Yukong’s concerned eyes are pinned on the nasty bite mark that’s bruising her shoulder, guilt swelling up for feeling gratified at the sight. “I’m sorry I bit you. I shouldn’t have lost control like that.”

Feixiao shushes her, rubbing Yukong’s curled-up tail in soothing motions. “Don’t be. I enjoyed it— it makes me happy to see you trust me enough to see that side of you.”

“Ugh, you’re impossible. What do you not like?” Yukong slumps against her chest, listening to the calm beating of her heart.

Feixiao smugly grins against her hair. “Nothing when it comes to you.”

All she receives is a harsh smack on her uninjured shoulder before Yukong advises that they should shower and change the sheets. As if she had not just experienced the best sex of her life yet, Feixiao zips past her in a flash and Yukong snorts as she already hears the water running in the bathroom.

When Feixiao arrives to literally sweep her off of her feet, Yukong squeals in her arms as she gets transferred to the bathtub at lightning speed. The temperature is slightly hotter than she’s used to but it’s nothing she can’t handle. It allows her muscles to release all the tension in her body, finally processing everything that has happened in a single night and how all of it feels just right for her.

Feixiao joins her shortly after, volunteering to apply shampoo on her tail because she wants to know what it’s like to groom one. Yukong remembers Feixiao’s envy over her lack of foxian traits and allows her to clean it despite how sensitive and easily irked she can be when it’s not treated right.

While Feixiao can control her strength at times, she is oblivious to how exactly she should take care of one’s tail without causing any discomfort.

“Just don’t pull on it or anything. It’s like the sensation of someone pulling your hair except it’s ten times worse.” Yukong advises as she watches Feixiao diligently rinse the bubbly suds from her fur.

Feixiao gives her an indecent smirk. “Sounds like you have experience with hair pulling, Madam.”

Yukong simply gives her a kick under the soapy water, face blushing madly at the dirty joke. “You’re lucky that I care about you too much to kick you out of here.”

“Hey, this is the home that Miss Tingyun prepared for me.” Feixiao pouts as she sets the tail down and presses a kiss on Yukong’s naked shoulder. “How would you explain yourself to your subordinate when she learns that you have kicked the Yaoqing General out of her accommodation?”

Yukong fondly rolls her eyes. “Stop being silly. I’m afraid I  have no energy left in me to play around with you.”

Feixiao smiles in understanding, reverting to that kind-hearted nature that she has grown accustomed to. “Do you want to stay the night? I can leave the bed to you while I can sleep on the couch.”

Yukong’s wet hair almost smacks her face from how fast she turns her head, incredibly offended that she even offered such a thing.

“If you think I’m going to sleep without your arms wrapped around me, you’re sorely mistaken, my dear.”

“How was tonight?” Feixiao asks in the dark as she spoons Yukong’s body, feeling content with the comfortable position.

Yukong shuffles closer until she’s nuzzled against her chest, breathing in their shared scents makes her heart feel full. “Amazing. Spectacular. Perfect. Unforgettable. Do I need to say more?”

Feixiao’s body shakes with laughter. “I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“I never thought you would be a sucker for praises.” Yukong teases with a feather-light kiss on her collarbone.

“When it comes to you, I can’t help but seek them out.” Feixiao sighs dramatically,

“But I do mean it when I say you have been nothing but perfect.” Yukong relishes the way Feixiao squeezes her in a hug. “I’m thankful for everything you have done tonight and the days before that. I’ve never felt this happy in a while and it scares me how much it does.”

Feixiao painfully relates to those feelings. There’s not a day that passes where she doesn’t think about the possibility of losing something this great in her life after earning it. Will the Gods play them like fools and torment her for another decade? Or will they finally spare her from the trouble and let her have this one thing that she desperately wants to keep now that she’s experienced it?

She knows that this is just the beginning of their relationship. She knows that they will experience difficulties and clash now that their heart is too deep in it to back away from all this. She knows Yukong will be more reluctant to let her go and Feixiao will have to learn the fact that there will be someone who is willing to stick by her side permanently, waiting for her to come back from whatever hellish place she goes to next.

But she also knows that they are stronger than all of those doubts that haunt them. She believes that they will overcome whatever they will face together— just like what they have always done in the past.

Feixiao kisses her forehead and her lips stay there for a while. “I believe in us. If we are strong enough to endure wars, I’m sure we can handle this one too.”

Her heart sings in glee when Yukong laughs again— it has become her favorite sound in the world.

“I’m glad you’re here to remind me then.” Yukong yawns cutely, shortened canines peeking out of her lips.

“And I will continue to remind you until you don’t have to worry.”

It’s an impossible goal but when has Feixiao ever backed down from a challenge?

After all, she has finally found someone she could call a home.