unconventional worship practices

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        The floor of the shrine isn’t clean enough. Xie Lian’s gone over it at least a dozen times now with the broom but she is seriously debating getting down on the floor with a rag. She had a meeting earlier, in the heavens, and it went very poorly, and she absolutely cannot stand to live in a shrine this filthy if she also has to go to such unpleasant heavenly meetings. She caves to what she knows is an impossible standard. It’s a short walk down to the well to fill her bucket, and she returns reinvigorated.

 

        She’s just bent over on her hands and knees when San Niang gets home, and walks up behind her to– Oh. San Niang crouches down and grabs her waist, pulling her ass back against her crotch. Xie Lian flushes.

 

        “Jiejie,” San Niang says, “for me? You shouldn’t have.”

 

        “Ah! San Niang!” She goes to stand, but San Niang doesn’t let go of her hips and she can’t rise any higher than simply kneeling. Xie Lian switches her tone to something more scolding. “San Niang, what’s all this about? I’m cleaning the shrine right now.”

 

        “You’re stress cleaning.” Hm. It seems that by kneeling upright, she’s put her ear right by San Niang’s mouth, so that’s good to know. Xie Lian is surely red as a tomato, but she can’t help it if her San Niang has a sexy voice when she whispers directly into Xie Lian’s ear like that! San Niang continues, “Why don’t you try out cleaning something… else.”

 

        Xie Lian whimpers, nodding. San Niang stands, taking Xie Lian with her, and moves towards the bed. Pinned as she is to San Niang’s front, Xie Lian finds herself stumbling, and then San Niang leans back into her ear and asks, “Need some help?”

 

        There’s nothing for it, really. “Yes,” she breathes, and San Niang doesn’t even turn her around, just leans down, puts her hands under Xie Lian’s knees, scoops her up like she weighs nothing, and carries her to the bed.

She’s tossed unceremoniously onto it, and San Niang says, “Strip for me, will you, dear?”

Xie Lian does it, and when she looks up San Niang, she’s still fully dressed, sitting now on the edge of the bed with a pillow between her feet. San Niang gestures to it, and Xie Lian scrambles to obey the implicit order. When she’s knelt on the pillow, San Niang drapes her baidiequn over her head and torso, and, through her it, guides Xie Lian’s face into her crotch.

 

Xie Lian hums a sigh and blows precisely one playful puff of air at her wife’s clit before licking a stripe from back to front. San Niang sighs and strokes her head through the baidiequn, and Xie Lian nips at her thigh before lapping eagerly at her wife’s pussy. She tastes good, salty and bitter in a way that’s so San Niang it would hurt if not for the fact that San Niang could never, would never hurt her. It’s dark, between San Niang’s thighs, under her baidiequn, and Xie Lian is– well. Xie Lian knows perfectly well she is definitely not fully hidden from view, but she feels it, and isn’t that what really matters in their own home? She’s safe, and hidden, and she moves back for a moment to lean her head hard onto her wife’s thigh before diving back in. She needed this, needed to hear the fluttering sighs San Niang breathes out when she sucks on her clit, the moans wrenched out of her when she pushes a finger into her cunt.

 

San Niang coos. “Are you ready to come out, baby?”

 

“Yes, jiejie,” Xie Lian hides a smile in her wife’s thighs. Her San Niang always takes such good care of her. San Niang lifts her baidiequn and helps Xie Lian to her feet before carefully removing it, folding it, and setting it aside. Xie Lian takes off the beizi while San Niang removes the duanshen, and then Xie Lian kisses up her wife’s back while she unties her moxiong. Getting San Niang undressed will always be a two-person job, for all that it doesn’t have to be, if only because they both enjoy it so much. Full nude, San Niang is beautiful. Small boobs taper just so into her collarbones– she looks like a ballerina. Except her fingers, which have grown longer over the course of disrobing her– blunt nails and tapered fingers. Xie Lian can’t look away, and San Niang chuckles deep in her chest when she notices, reaches up to brush some of Xie Lian’s hair behind her ear.

 

San Niang sits back down on the bed, pulls Xie Lian onto one of her smooth, perfect thighs, and lifts the other onto Xie Lian’s shoulder.

        

With the biggest wettest eyes she can manage, Xie Lian asks: “Jiejie?”

 

San Niang coos, cups her chin, draws her forward into a kiss until their pussies touch, rub against each other. A spark of pleasure shoots up Xie Lian’s spine and she gasps. Almost without thought she begins grinding her pussy into San Niang’s, panting into her mouth.

 

“That’s it, meimei, make us feel good.” San Niang’s voice is rough in Xie Lian’s ear.

 

She whines, “Jiejie, help me? Please?” but San Niang just licks her ear.

 

“I’ll help when I’m really sure you can’t take it anymore, but I want to give you a chance to do it yourself first.” Xie Lian whines, but she rests her forehead on Jiejie’s shoulder and grinds. It just feels so good, but she’s spent the day on her knees trying to clean the shrine, and she’s tired, and she put her own self between Feng Xin and Mu Qing when they were fighting earlier, and now she’s just chasing her own pleasure instead of trying to make Jiejie feel good while Jiejie kisses her neck and— it’s not long before she’s crying. Which, actually, now that she’s doing it, this was probably San Niang’s goal. San Niang moves back, cups her face again, and laps at her wet cheeks.

 

“There you are, pretty girl. Let it out.” Xie Lian moves to hide her face in San Niang’s neck, but San Niang holds her in place. “No,” she says, “Let me see my cute little meimei, you know better than to hide your tears from me.”

 

It’s true. She does know how San Niang feels about the way she looks when she cries, and the way she tries so hard to avoid it when she needs to cry the most. “Jiejie,” she moans, “Please, please I can’t–”

 

San Niang takes pity on her– definitely because she’s crying now, which was probably the point of this whole exercise. Xie Lian should stop thinking about what’s happening and just live in it, but San Niang knows how she gets in her own head and loves her anyway, so she’s not going to worry too much about it. San Niang takes pity on her, grabs her hips and starts grinding their pussies together. Xie Lian whimpers. It’s too much in that perfect, just-right way, and when she cums with a wail San Niang doesn’t stop, won’t stop until they’ve both cum or Xie Lian asks her to– which is good, because Xie Lian doesn’t want to have to admit that she’d like to know she’s being useful to her San Niang.

 

When San Niang finally finishes, she kisses Xie Lian warmly, soundly, and readjusts them so she’s on top of Xie Lian,  straddling her hips. She bends to kiss over the planes of Xie Lian’s chest, and says into her breast, “Feel better, love?”

 

Xie Lian beams. “Yeah,” she says, “Thanks. Food?”

 

San Niang hums. “I think a bath, first, and then we can eat. Unless you haven’t eaten yet today?”

 

“No, I have. Bath first, then.” Xie Lian says, and then, through giggles when her wife stands up and lifts her bodily into her arms, “Hey! I can walk, put me down!”