The Jade Faced Cuck-Chapter 48: Licked Clean, Claimed Again

Xue Lan didn't move right away.

She knelt upright on the bed, legs folded beneath her, body glistening from chin to thigh in the warm glow of lanternlight. Her hair hung in damp strands over her shoulders, matted with streaks of cum that clung to her temple and jawline. Her face was a mess of dried and dripping lust—her cheeks painted, her lashes clumped from the splash across her eyes, her lips glossy and parted, trailing thick strings that still clung to the curve of her chin.

Her breasts were magnificent in the glow—plump, flushed, and soaked. Cum beaded across the soft swells, dribbled from her stiffened nipples, and streaked downward toward her flat stomach, where it pooled into her navel and spilled over the faint line leading to her mound. Trails glistened over her thighs, caught in the dip of her hips and between the creases of her knees.

She looked utterly desecrated.

And yet, her eyes were calm.

She looked down at Lin Mu, still kneeling at the edge of the bed, his hands trembling, his cock throbbing, his eyes wide with shame and reverence.

"I need to be cleaned," she said.

Her voice was soft, almost breathy, but held that cruel sweetness he knew so well. Then she added, "Slowly. I want to feel your tongue on every inch."

He moved forward like a priest crawling toward the altar of his goddess.

His knees touched the bed.

His hands didn't dare rise from his thighs.

He leaned forward, starting low.

His lips met her shin, where a faint splatter had caught her just above the ankle. He licked gently, the tip of his tongue tracing the path upward. He followed it over the rise of her knee, tasting the cooled mess left behind.

She parted her thighs for him, letting her legs open wide so he could see everything. His breath caught.

Her inner thighs were slick, coated in the remnants of both Jin Rui's second climax and the sweat of her own arousal. He dragged his tongue up the inside of her left thigh in a long, reverent stroke, gathering every trace into his mouth, swallowing as he went. His lips brushed her skin, leaving faint kisses between each lick.

He moved to her right thigh, repeating the same devotion—tongue slow, breath hot, licking every patch until her pale skin glowed clean beneath the mess.

Then he shifted upward.

Her hips were streaked, cum caught in the creases between pelvis and thigh, pooling into the soft dip beside her mound. He licked there next—long, circular movements that coaxed soft moans from her lips as he worked, his tongue dipping deeper into the groove.

He moved to her stomach.

She leaned back, resting on her elbows, letting him see everything.

Cum had dried into faint lines across her lower belly, tangled around her navel and drawn in strands along her ribs. He licked her stomach in soft, wet sweeps—starting low, just above her mound, and moving slowly upward. He paused at her navel, swirling his tongue inside, tasting the heat and salt pooled there.

She arched faintly.

He kissed every inch of her torso, drawing the cum into his mouth, moaning softly as he swallowed the mess that once marked her body.

Then her breasts.

He started beneath them, his tongue dragging up the underside of one breast, tracing along the soft swell until he reached the areola.

Her nipple was completely glazed.

He took it gently between his lips, sucking softly, tongue rolling across the peak until it was clean. He licked around the curve of her breast, then moved to the other.

He gave the second the same devotion, his lips slow, his mouth greedy.

Her breathing deepened.

"You're doing so well," she whispered.

His face flushed with heat. His cock throbbed beneath his robe.

He moved upward again.

Her collarbones, coated in thick drips that had run down her throat.

He kissed them. Licked them. He drew his tongue along the hollow of her neck, then traced the slope beneath her jaw.

Then, finally, her face.

Her cheeks were streaked. Her eyelids bore the faint stick of drying fluid. He licked across her cheek slowly, then kissed the corner of her mouth.

He licked her chin.

Then, reverently, he licked her lips.

She let him.

And when he finished, her face was clean, glowing with sweat and devotion instead of cum.

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She took his face between her palms.

"You love me so well," she whispered.

He nodded, unable to speak.

Then she leaned close.

"I want to talk to you."

He stayed kneeling.

"I'm thinking," she said, "of taking concubines. Officially."

His heart stilled.

"Men I like. Men who make me cum. Men worth keeping."

She kissed his forehead.

"You'll still be my husband. My only one."

"But I want them too."

He trembled.

"I'll help you," he said.

She smiled.

"I knew you would."