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Ningguang did not waste a second.

The moment the last of the pride had cleared the ladder and the transport boats pushed off, she stepped directly into Aether’s space. The golden sling bikini left nothing to chance; one deep breath made her heavy breasts shift dangerously against the thin straps. She met his eyes without any of the old political games, without schemes or layered favors, and simply asked.

“Please. Fuck me stupid. I’ve been thinking about it the entire voyage and I already came twice just from the idea of you being on this ship. I don’t need anything clever. Just… take me until I can’t form sentences.”

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The little plea at the end was soft, almost embarrassed, and completely sincere.

Aether glanced sideways at Rosaria like a child silently asking permission to run off and play.

Rosaria rolled her eyes so hard it was nearly audible. She flicked her fingers in a short, sharp wave of dismissal.

“Go. Before she starts dripping on the deck in front of the entire crew.”

The heat in her own voice betrayed how little actual anger remained. The ban had done its job; the point had been made. Continuing it now, with Ningguang standing there in that ridiculous golden scrap of fabric and the rest of the pride watching with open interest, would have been pure stubbornness. Besides, Rosaria’s own restraint was fraying. Every night of the enforced drought had been harder than she let on. The fact that he had gone out alone, risked another disaster, and still come back with a replacement for the broken stone meant more than she was willing to say out loud while everyone was listening. The new ring sat cool and perfect on her finger. Later, once the ship was properly under way and the others were occupied, she intended to thank him properly — privately, thoroughly, and without an audience.

For now she only crossed her arms, turned the Cryo-blue stone once under her thumb, and watched Aether’s attention lock back onto the waiting Tianquan.

Ningguang’s shoulders loosened in visible relief.

She was already reaching for the nearest cabin door.

Aether had no interest in closed doors.

He stepped in close, freed his cock with one hand, and gave the heavy length a short, sharp slap across Ningguang’s cheek. The wet sound carried across the open deck. Sailors paused mid-task. Several members of the pride turned to watch without a trace of surprise.

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“Kneel.”

Ningguang dropped at once, golden sling bikini shifting dangerously as her knees hit the wood. She kept her hands obediently behind her back, opened her mouth, and leaned forward. Aether rested the head of his cock against her tongue and waited. She understood. Without using her hands she pushed forward, taking him deeper in steady, practiced motions until her nose pressed against his stomach and her throat bulged around the full length. Then she began to move — pulling back just enough to breathe before driving herself down again, face-fucking her own throat onto him in front of everyone with open, happy submission.

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There was no shame in it.

The Tianquan of Liyue, the woman who once moved nations with a word and a ledger, sucked cock on an open deck like it was the most natural thing in the world. Wet, rhythmic glucks filled the air. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto the thin golden straps and the heavy breasts they barely contained. Her eyes stayed half-lidded and soft, clearly savoring every second of being used so publicly by the man she had already rearranged her entire schedule to chase.

When Aether finally decided he was ready he let her pull off with a long, filthy string of saliva still connecting her lips to the tip. Ningguang immediately dropped lower, nuzzled under his shaft, and began licking his balls with slow, devoted strokes of her tongue. She mouthed one, then the other, humming quietly while she worked.

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(artist: miyu)

“Please,” she murmured against the heavy sac, voice rough from the throat-fucking. “Ruin me with these. Fill me until I can’t think. I’ve waited long enough.”

The open, unforced submission hit him harder than any calculated seduction. White fire flickered back to life over his skin in clean, answering pulses. He had missed this exact version of her — the most powerful woman in Liyue willingly on her knees, status and pride set aside, simply happy to serve the cock that had already broken and rewritten her once before.

Aether threaded his fingers into her pale hair, tilted her face up, and decided the deck was as good a place as any to give the Tianquan exactly what she had crossed an ocean to ask for.