Kiss kiss kiss! 

"You're the most beautiful person I have ever met," she breathes. "When you say things like that while wearing something like that I feel like my head is going to explode because you're too wonderful." 

Oh good. She definitely needs to find more things like that to say, then. "You are the most wonderful," Lan Zhan tells her sagely. She kisses her way up Wen Ying's neck. "No exploding permitted until after you ravish me."

OH GOOD. 

"Understood," she says, and then she bends down to get her mouth on the upper swell of Lan Zhan's breast because Lan Zhan has the most magnificent breasts ever and Wen Ying has been fantasizing about them for a while and nnf. 

AAaaaaaaaaaa

Lan Zhan gasps and tosses her good leg over Wen Ying's hip, drawing her in close and rocking helplessly against her. "W- Wen Ying. Mmmmmmm, ahh..."

Lan Zhan's breasts are sensitive she is being Transported.

BEST CASE SCENARIO!!! 

Her hand slides down Lan Zhan's body, pushing the delicate layers out of the way. She has never touched anyone else before like this but she is familiar with the mechanics from her own body. How many times can she make Lan Zhan come by applying hickeys (mine, mine, mine) to her magnificent sensitive chest and stroking her. 

The answer is MANY. (hers hers hers).

After the first time, though, Lan Zhan collects herself enough to tug the ribbon free from her hair and press it into Wen Ying's hands. "Our -- wrists," she instructs, still panting. "Supposed to -- when we consummate."

Lan Zhan's are not in ideal condition for binding, but it should be fine with the gentle ribbon wrapped slightly lower than normal.

She wraps the ribbon tenderly and then kisses her. 

"Finally finishing up what we started back then," she whispers. "My wife. Mine." 

"Yours," she gasps. "My Wen Ying. Back then... you landed on me, I wanted you so badly." Kisskisskisskiss. Shiver. "Wen Ying is very distracting. Unacceptable."

Kisses kisses kisses. 

"Is there anything else for you to be distracted from, right now?" she asks. 

Headshake. Only terrible things.

"Right now Wen Ying is the most important thing in the world." Kiss kiss kiss. She twines the fingers of their joined hands together.

Kiss kiss kiss. "Lan Zhan, my Lan Zhan," she breathes. She presses a kiss to their joined fingers. Then her other hand does something interesting. 

Aaaahhhhhh

Ohh, Wen Ying --

This is a better wedding night than Lan Zhan had ever managed to imagine or dream of. Wen Ying is very skilled and very hot and very generous and she has Lan Zhan, wants her, takes her very well.

Lan Zhan makes more noise over the next few hours than she has the entire time Wen Ying has known her previously. 

Wen Ying has never done anything involving another person before but she has read lots of porn and consequently has lots of ideas. Some of those ideas can't be implemented without implements they don't have, but that still leaves plenty to try. 

Just how sensitive are Lan Zhan's breasts, anyway?

Very sensitive. 

If she is wondering how much pleasure Lan Zhan can be brought through attention to her breasts alone, the answer is: really quite a lot. 

Particularly with sufficient time and dedication.

Wen Ying is feeling very, very dedicated. 

!

Lan Zhan dearly wants to reciprocate! But after that she is too much of a dazed puddle to piece thoughts together, let alone move her body in any sort of coordinated way.

She whimpers into Wen Ying's hair and clings and does her absolute best to convey that she will do anything Wen Ying wants of her, as long as it does not necessitate understanding words.

Wen Ying would like to emphasize that Lan Zhan should not do anything uncareful of her leg, but that still leaves Options. 

Kiss kiss kiss how does Lan Zhan feel about facesitting. 

Positively.

Oh gooooooooood. 

(This is extremely hot. Lan Zhan has never done anything like this - never even imagined anything like this - but she is determined to do well and make her wife happy.)

Her wife is SO HAPPY. She makes happy ragged moaning noises. 

Her wife is SO UNGODLY HOT.  Lan Zhan cannot tell Wen Ying that properly, but she moans in turn (slightly muffled) as she works.

She shudders and moans and then she has to get down and kiss her wife some more. 

"That was so good," she murmurs between kisses. "You are so good. My wife."