A White Cloud (GL ABO) - Chapter 48 (H)

Tomb Cheng felt at a loss.

Shen Zhiqing was too sensitive.

She had only licked once, not even passing pheromones yet.

“Are you okay?” Tomb Cheng asked the woman in her arms.

Omega’s thin lips pressed behind her ear.

Shen Zhiqing sensed what her body was going through.

She felt ashamed of her instincts but couldn’t help sinking into them, drawn by Tomb Cheng’s gentle care.

Conflicting emotions made her feel wronged.

Her voice carried a tender fragility that stirred pity, saying, “Yeah, it’s fine.”

Tomb Cheng’s heart softened for her.

Love, long absent, rippled in her eyes behind glasses.

Despite Shen Zhiqing rejecting her twice before, Tomb Cheng was always helpless with her.

“Shall I continue?” Tomb Cheng asked softly, discussing with her, not controlled by Alpha’s possessive urges.

Shen Zhiqing buried her face in Tomb Cheng’s black hair.

Tomb Cheng’s hair was coarser than hers, prickling her face, but it didn’t hurt.

“Yeah,” Shen Zhiqing replied.

With her consent, Tomb Cheng kissed her gland again.

Feeling Shen Zhiqing’s body tremble, she extended her tongue, first licking the skin around the gland.

Alpha’s pheromone-laced saliva coated the skin, strangely soothing the burning sensation.

Tomb Cheng’s pheromones carried a coolness, like winter plum blossoms growing on harsh cliffs, enduring wind, snow, and time’s trials.

Shen Zhiqing leaned weakly against Tomb Cheng, her breathing growing uneven.

Tomb Cheng’s tongue teased her gland.

Pheromones passed through saliva, seeping smoothly into the gland’s depths.

Omega’s frantic, empty, and anxious pheromones found solace.

Shen Zhiqing felt much better, but her underwear beneath her skirt was thoroughly wet.

Tomb Cheng sensed the dampness against her leg.

Having just tasted Omega’s pheromones, an impulsive thought made her reluctant to let Shen Zhiqing change.

A mischievous urge kept her from releasing Shen Zhiqing.

“Let me lick it for you,” she said, gently moving her leg.

Her skin brushed against Shen Zhiqing’s underwear.

Shen Zhiqing’s ears flushed red.

It wasn’t shameful that Alpha noticed her wetness; what was shameful was how much she genuinely enjoyed Tomb Cheng’s brush just now.

She liked this proactive Tomb Cheng.

“Mind?” Alpha asked politely, her tone gentle, as if coaxing.

How could Shen Zhiqing mind?

She wished Tomb Cheng would mark her permanently, marry her, raise a child together, and spend their lives hand in hand.

Her cheeks, hidden in Tomb Cheng’s hair, burned.

She replied faintly, like a mosquito’s hum, “Yeah.”

Hearing this, Tomb Cheng lifted her off her lap, carefully placing thick paper on the toilet tank before setting her down.

No coldness touched Shen Zhiqing’s hips.

Tomb Cheng crouched before her.

Shen Zhiqing suddenly felt shy and squeezed her legs together, shrinking back.

Tomb Cheng, unconcerned, sat on the toilet lid.

From her lower angle, she only needed to tilt her head slightly to see Shen Zhiqing’s underwear.

Tomb Cheng guided Shen Zhiqing’s hands to her shoulders, gave a warm smile, and gently parted her legs with calloused hands, saying, “If we don’t address this, you’ll feel uncomfortable.”

Though the gland was soothed by pheromones, her body still craved.

Shen Zhiqing pursed her lips, letting her proceed.

Tomb Cheng spread her legs, resting them on her shoulders.

Shen Zhiqing gripped her head, shyly accepting Alpha’s heated gaze.

Under the lifted skirt, watermarks stained the underwear.

Tomb Cheng didn’t hesitate, leaned in, and kissed the fabric.

“Hm~” a faint moan escaped.

Sticky fluid had soaked through the underwear, carrying a distant wine scent—cherry wine’s aroma. Tomb Cheng kissed the fabric again.

This time, with more force, Shen Zhiqing flinched to the side.

Tomb Cheng held her legs still, her tongue lightly tracing the wet spot.

Omega’s fluid carried heat, warming Tomb Cheng’s tongue.

Her tongue sparked a wildfire.

Shen Zhiqing’s fingers dug into her hair, her body twisting restlessly.

Tomb Cheng lifted her hips, slid off the underwear, revealing a long, heated thread between her pvssy and the fabric.

Ignoring the underwear at Shen Zhiqing’s ankles, Tomb Cheng buried her head under the skirt.

“Mm,” Shen Zhitemples raised her other hand to cover her mouth, stifling ambiguous moans.

Tomb Cheng’s nose brushed the dewy petals, stimulating the sensitive cl!toris.

Omega’s body trembled, the heat from her pvssy flushing Tomb Cheng’s cheeks.

She took Shen Zhiqing’s labia into her mouth.

The trembling bud was teased by her breath.

Tomb Cheng focused, licking the sensitive skin of the perineum.

She curled her tongue, swallowing the sticky, cherry-wine-flavored fluid.

“Mu Mu… hm~” Shen Zhiqing couldn’t hold back.

Her soft voice melted Tomb Cheng’s heart.

Kissing her heated pvssy, Tomb Cheng mumbled, “Hm?”

The lilting tone sounded deeply intimate.

Shen Zhiqing instinctively clamped her legs around Tomb Cheng’s head, hot waves surging from her pvssy.

Tomb Cheng endured, unaffected by the small movement.

“Mu Mu…” Shen Zhiqing called again, her voice sultry.

Tomb Cheng remained patient, responding, “Hm.”

In the dark, her vision limited, Tomb Cheng relied on scent.

She took the cl!toris into her mouth—soft, yet swollen as if engorged.

She teased it with her tongue.

“Mu Mu…”

After a few times, Tomb Cheng realized she was just calling out uncontrollably.

The nickname, spoken by Shen Zhiqing, felt uniquely intimate, laced with lovers’ tenderness.

She teased the swollen cl!toris, sometimes flicking it with her tongue, sometimes grazing it with her teeth.

The overwhelming pleasure left Shen Zhiqing breathless, her fingers gripping Tomb Cheng’s hair tightly.

Her legs trembled with Tomb Cheng’s lips and teeth, her soul resonating with the stimulation.

Tomb Cheng sucked the cl!toris, her tongue deftly licking and teasing.

Fluid from the pvssy soaked her jaw, trickling down her smooth facial contours to her neck.

Tomb Cheng breathed deeply, accepting the gift, licking faster.

“Mm… Mu Mu… I can’t…” Shen Zhiqing moaned softly.

As the moan escaped, Tomb Cheng felt a slight pain on her scalp.

Shen Zhiqing gripped her hair tightly.

A rush of heat surged from her pvssy, flowing over Tomb Cheng’s chin to her collarbone.

The climax hit fiercely.

Shen Zhiqing’s legs clamped Tomb Cheng’s ears, pinning her.

Unable to move, Tomb Cheng closed her eyes, feeling the pvssy’s gush.