The Creator’s Grace — Chapter 103
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Context: This scene follows directly on from a series of chapters where Chi Yu discovers (most of) the truth behind Ran Jin’s tragic, painful past, hence the references to ‘everything’. Chi Yu spends the earlier part of this chapter coaxing Ran Jin into articulating her likes, dislikes and desires, which Ran Jin has historically been very bad at, due to said tragic past. The sex scene that follows is an escalation of this. The novel has previously established that Ran Jin sneezes whenever she starts getting aroused, hence the sneezing in the scene below.
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She knew that Chi Yu had been looking into her past all this while. Ran Jin did not want Chi Yu to do this, but there was no stopping her.
At the same time, the knowledge that Chi Yu was trying to learn more about her gave Ran Jin a strange sense of warmth, all the more marvellous for being unlooked-for. This was the first time anyone had ever wanted to know so much about her. And this person who was doing everything in her power to understand her — really understand her — was the woman Ran Jin loved.
Now that she was in Chi Yu’s arms, with Chi Yu’s scent wrapping so easily around her, she began to feel greedy again.
‘Not quite everything,’ said Chi Yu, stroking her hair. ‘Will you tell me everything?’
Chi Yu wrapped her arms around Ran Jin from behind, and raised the hem of Ran Jin’s woollen jumper to her chest. There were no mirrors in the bathroom, but Ran Jin could feel all too keenly every touch of Chi Yu’s fingers against her skin. In her mind’s eye, she could picture exactly how they looked together.
Chi Yu kissed Ran Jin’s ear, then slipped off the jumper completely. Lifting the strap of Ran Jin’s bra with her teeth, she reached for the clasp and undid it one-handed. Ran Jin, inhibited as always, felt suddenly self-conscious as the bra slid off, exposing her chest.
Behind her, Chi Yu’s body had grown so hot that Ran Jin felt that she was being embraced by a cloud of flame. There was a delicious searing heat where Chi Yu’s skin met hers. Then Chi Yu’s hand was cupping her right breast, and Ran Jin felt as if Chi Yu had the whole of her being within her grasp. All around her was Chi Yu’s scent, Chi Yu’s breath.
Chi Yu squeezed gently, then let go. Ran Jin was so tense that she barely dared to move.
Then Chi Yu traced a circle around her nipple. Ran Jin doubled over, letting out three repressed sneezes in quick succession. Her eyes were rapidly becoming unfocused; her legs were on the verge of giving out from under her.
Chi Yu, caressing Ran Jin’s neck, pressed her against the wall, nibbling at her ear and shoulder. Then she turned Ran Jin around, and bent to kiss her nipples.
Ran Jin, pinned as she was between the wall and Chi Yu, could hardly move. She’d never imagined that anything could feel like such delicious torture.
Chi Yu brought her lips to Ran Jin’s own, parting them, urging Ran Jin to relax. Soothed by Chi Yu’s kisses, Ran Jin began to calm down a little. Then Chi Yu eased her knee between Ran Jin’s legs — which were clenched together almost unnaturally tightly — propping up Ran Jin’s increasingly unsteady form. At the same time, she began rubbing her thigh against Ran Jin’s core. Each stroke pressed against Ran Jin’s most sensitive spot; wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her, until her cunt felt as if it was spasming with need.
Those few brief strokes, Chi Yu realised, had been enough to make her completely wet. Ran Jin had not let out a single sound, but the evidence of her desire was there on Chi Yu’s leg for them both to see.
Ran Jin’s breaths came hotter and hotter. Her face was flushed crimson, and she was barely capable of keeping herself upright. She clutched at Chi Yu’s shoulders, feeling a little too shy to wrap her arms around Chi Yu fully.
Chi Yu, still rubbing her thigh between Ran Jin’s legs, cupped Ran Jin’s face in one hand and lifted her up slightly so that she could go on kissing her. She slipped her other arm around Ran Jin’s slender waist, pulling her even closer. All Ran Jin could do was cling to her.
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The bathroom was becoming steamier and steamier. Chi Yu and Ran Jin were both sitting in the brimming tub, Ran Jin in Chi Yu’s lap, Chi Yu embracing her from behind. Ran Jin’s arms were resting on either side of the tub, to keep her half-healed wounds out of the water. Chi Yu had also coiled up her long black hair and fastened it to the back of her head with a clip, exposing her long white neck.
Chi Yu had taken care of everything. There was nothing left for Ran Jin to worry about, not even the smallest detail. All she needed to do was lie back and enjoy Chi Yu’s attentions.
Both of them were naked, skin pressing against bare skin. Chi Yu’s soft, supple tongue wandered slowly from the inside curve of Ran Jin’s ear and found its way to the back of it, where she placed a kiss. Then her lips travelled further down to the nape of Ran Jin’s neck.
Ran Jin huddled more deeply into Chi Yu’s arms, still not making a single sound. She tried to repress the shivers that were spreading all over her body, the surging waves of arousal that beat against her every nerve again and again.
Chi Yu looked up then, her eyes misted over. She realised that Ran Jin was hunching forward, pulling away from her little by little. She stretched out an arm and scooped Ran Jin right back into her embrace. Then she hooked a finger under Ran Jin’s chin, tilting her head up. Her tongue traced a path along the outer curve of Ran Jin’s ear. The sensation of wetness, together with Chi Yu’s repeated teasing, finally got the better of Ran Jin; a faint, inarticulate sound rose from her throat.
Chi Yu realised what was happening. Until now, Ran Jin had never uttered a single sound when they were intimate together. Even on the night of that storm, when they’d practically been tearing at each other on the sofa, Ran Jin had kept any noise she might have wanted to make locked up firmly within herself, not letting even a whisper of it escape. Now, it seemed, she was much more relaxed, and managing to lose herself in the moment.
Chi Yu curled her tongue around Ran Jin’s earlobe and sucked it between her lips. Ran Jin’s whole body stiffened. She clamped a hand over her mouth, and finally gave in to the sneeze that had been tormenting her for some time.
She’s so cute, thought Chi Yu.
She tilted Ran Jin’s chin further back, to intimate that she should turn her head for Chi Yu to kiss her.
Ran Jin’s ears were already blood-red. That tiny hint was enough for her to understand what Chi Yu wanted; she needed no further direction or compulsion. She turned and brought her lips very carefully to Chi Yu’s. There was more than a little hesitation in her movements, as if she were uncertain about what she was doing, but also filled with too much yearning to pull away.
Chi Yu, goaded to fiery impatience by the tentative touch of Ran Jin’s lips, claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss, thrusting her tongue deep inside, twining it against Ran Jin’s own. The kiss stole Ran Jin’s breath away; she felt a molten heat at her very core. Involuntarily, she clenched her legs shut again.
Chi Yu’s hand slipped around her hip and found its way between her thighs, spreading her long legs even further apart.
‘Xiao Yu…’
Ran Jin sagged helplessly in Chi Yu’s arms, her legs parted more widely than she could have imagined possible.
Chi Yu eased a finger between the lips of Ran Jin’s cunt. Ran Jin could feel Chi Yu pressing against the most naked, most fragile part of her body. Very gently, Chi Yu began to move her finger in slow circles.
‘Mm, Xiao Yu…’
Ran Jin could hold herself back. Instinctively, she cried out Chi Yu’s name.
Chi Yu encircled her waist with one arm, to stop her from pulling away. ‘This is something very normal, something that’s meant to be enjoyable,’ she soothed. ‘There’s no need to run from it.’
She kissed the tip of Ran Jin’s ear, which was even redder than before. ‘Doesn’t this feel good?’ she asked.
Even if Chi Yu’s arm had not been around her, Ran Jin would still have stayed exactly where she was. She’d taken in what Chi Yu had said: it did feel good.
Under Chi Yu’s hands, she quivered, trembled, shuddered. The pleasure was so intense that it threatened to overwhelm her; it was almost too much to bear.
At the thought that Chi Yu was touching her, that she was completely in Chi Yu’s power, Ran Jin lost all ability to resist. She gave herself up to Chi Yu fully, and her only worry was that she might disappoint Chi Yu by not seeming sufficiently enthusiastic.
Chi Yu’s motions quickened, rubbing unerringly against Ran Jin’s most sensitive spot each time. Waves of unfamiliar pleasure crashed over Ran Jin again and again, until she was barely clinging to consciousness.
Even though they were both in the water, Chi Yu could feel keenly how responsive Ran Jin was to her touch. Every stroke made her wetter and slicker.
Ran Jin slumped limply against Chi Yu. Her fair skin was flushed all over, and she was biting her lip.
‘Don’t hold yourself back,’ said Chi Yu. Nibbling at Ran Jin’s shoulder, she brought a finger to Ran Jin’s burning lips and slipped it between them, parting her teeth and flirting with her tongue. ‘You should laugh when you’re feeling happy, and cry out when you’re feeling pleasure. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.’
‘Oh… oh!’
Now that Ran Jin’s lips had been coaxed open, she could no longer hold back her cries. Once again, Chi Yu’s motions became faster and faster, and Ran Jin sagged backwards into her embrace. Her legs, which Chi Yu had propped up on either side of the tub, were trembling.
‘Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu…’
Ran Jin’s head was resting against Chi Yu’s shoulder. She tilted her exquisite chin upwards and gazed intently at the woman in whose arms she lay. Her eyes were unfocused, misted over, lost in the surging tide of pleasure that was sweeping over her. She called out Chi Yu’s name with more and more urgency.
‘I’m here, Xiao Ran jiejie.’ Chi Yu’s eyes were a little dazed as well as she looked down at Ran Jin. Lost in the throes of pleasure, Ran Jin looked alluring yet somehow wonderfully adorable at the same time. Her soft, delicious moans were making Chi Yu’s own cunt even hotter and wetter.
All the ways she’d tried to resist this in the past, all the pain she’d suffered — Ran Jin could think of none of it now. She was lost in an endless sea of delight, in the pleasure Chi Yu was giving her. She brought her lips close to Chi Yu’s, wanting Chi Yu to kiss her.
And Chi Yu did — deeply, passionately, carefully avoiding the cut on her lip. Then suddenly Ran Jin’s whole body stiffened as a shudder went through her, one even more intense than before. She’d come.
And so quickly too, Chi Yu marvelled.
Chi Yu took gentle hold of Ran Jin’s knees and coaxed her legs into parting again. Then she slipped her hand between them, placing the flat of her palm against the outer lips of Ran Jin’s cunt, and began massaging gently. This seemed like a soothing motion, but its effect was to prolong the throbbing of Ran Jin’s clit even further. Ran Jin’s moans grew more and more incoherent, until they melted into a series of whimpers.
Just as the throbbing began to subside, Chi Yu leaned forward, spread Ran Jin open once again, and slipped two fingers into Ran Jin’s tight little cunt. Ran Jin, who had been leaning bonelessly against Chi Yu, stiffened at the sudden intrusion.
‘Don’t be nervous,’ murmured Chi Yu. ‘Relax.’
The last time they’d done this, Chi Yu recalled, Ran Jin had clenched herself so tightly around Chi Yu that she’d found it difficult to move her fingers more than a little. She’d chalked that up to anxiety on Ran Jin’s part. It was the same now.
Ran Jin stayed in the same position that Chi Yu had arranged her in — one that allowed Chi Yu to plunge as far into her as possible, rubbing against the pleasurable spots deep inside her.
‘Oh! Mm…’
Clasped in Chi Yu’s arms, Ran Jin let out a soft, repressed cry, rather like the mewling of a kitten.
Chi Yu could see that Ran Jin was utterly caught up in the sensations sweeping over her. Deliberately, she slowed her movements.
Ran Jin had lost herself completely in the rhythm of Chi Yu’s thrusts. Now that the pulsating sense of fullness was gone, she felt suddenly bereft. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked back at Chi Yu over her shoulder, all helplessness; her lashes were veiled with a layer of tears.
‘Xiao Yu…’
Chi Yu kissed her. ‘Do you like this?’ she asked. She wanted Ran Jin to say it out loud, to give voice to her deepest desires. ‘Do you want more?’
Ran Jin writhed restlessly in Chi Yu’s arms, arching her back with need. She bit her lip, let it go again, then rubbed her cheek against the side of Chi Yu’s neck. In a voice so soft it was barely perceptible, she whispered into Chi Yu’s ear, ‘I do… want….’
‘And what do you want?’
Ran Jin sounded as if she were on the verge of tears. She said brokenly, ‘I want you, Xiao Yu, I want you, I want you inside me…’
Chi Yu’s breath caught, and her heart skipped a number of beats. ‘Good girl,’ she murmured. Picking Ran Jin up in her arms, she settled her against the back of the tub, so that the two of them were pressed against each other face to face. Then she lifted one of Ran Jin’s legs and thrust her fingers deep into her cunt, filling Ran Jin up completely.
Ran Jin let out a brief, urgent cry that was half a sob. She clung to Chi Yu, burying her face in Chi Yu’s chest. Her fingers splayed against Chi Yu’s back, kneading it. The jolt of pleasure was so strong that she nearly dug her nails into Chi Yu’s soft skin, but she resisted. Even now, she could not bear the thought of causing any pain to the woman she loved, no matter how small, no matter how welcomed.
Chi Yu’s thrusts became faster and faster, finding Ran Jin’s most sensitive spots each time. Ran Jin was panting, gasping, trembling all over; she felt as if a storm of electricity was building up inside her.
‘Ah!’ she cried out suddenly, her whole body stiffening. She flung her arms tightly around Chi Yu.
Chi Yu could feel Ran Jin’s cunt convulsing around her fingers, her walls clenching powerfully, rhythmically. Ran Jin’s eyes were glazed over, as if she were still caught up in the orgasm that had overwhelmed her senses.
Chi Yu did not withdraw her fingers. She began thrusting them back and forth again, slowly.
Ran Jin tensed. ‘Xiao Yu… do you want more?’
‘Is it hurting?’
Ran Jin was silent for a moment, then she shook her head slightly.
Chi Yu’s motions quickened once more, and soon Ran Jin was moaning again. She’d never imagined that such intense pleasure could exist. It was like an addiction: the more she had of it, the more of it she craved.
Chi Yu had taught her how to relax completely, to let every last drop of tension drain from her body, to lose herself in sheer bliss. There was nothing she needed to worry about, no burdens to weigh her down. Everything had been taken care of, and all she had to do was luxuriate in the sensations that were building up inside her.
Chi Yu guided Ran Jin into several different positions, and Ran Jin welcomed each of them no matter how lewd. She wanted wholeheartedly to gratify Ran Jin’s own desires as well.
After the fourth time, Chi Yu saw that Ran Jin was completely exhausted, and her pretty little cunt was showing some signs of soreness. Not having the heart to tire her out any further, she bathed Ran Jin and towelled her dry. Ran Jin sagged limply against Chi Yu as Chi Yu carried her over to the bed.
‘I want to understand everything about you,’ Chi Yu told her. ‘I want to know all there is to know about the woman I love.’
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