We like to party (Caelus/Ruan Mei fic)

Hey all, back again with another entry of The Domination of Ruan Mei.

Real quick, wanna clarify that the last entry, "Marathon Runner" Is no longer canon. That is all. Enjoy!

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The taste of champagne is fresh on my tongue, and I smile. Look at her go.

Mei's in a slinky little dress, a strapless affair with a slit up her thigh, and a good look at her very impressive cleavage. It's a pretty jade color, shiny and sleek with matching heels, and elbow gloves that make her the absolute hottest girl at this party. I'm biased, I know

My gaze is fixed on those heels as she stands, engaged in conversation with a few of those science-y types. There's a little drawing on each of the heels, not the stilettos, but where Mei's heel actually sits. A tiny lotus blossom, lightly penciled in on the dark ring that the strap of the shoe fits into

It's a strange thing to focus on, but it's either that or stare at her ass, and I try not to do that too much in public. 

…Though, it does look especially nice in that dress.

It's nice to see that she's actually holding a conversation. An amicable, friendly conversation where she hasn't hit anyone with a backhanded compliment yet. Even if I can tell she's got one in the chamber.

For context, Robin decided to throw a little party a couple of months after the end of the Penacony debacle, and she invited pretty much everyone involved. Namely the Express, the Galaxy Ranger, the Memokeeper and the Emanator. Acheron didn't show, unsurprisingly. 

As for Aventurine… Well, no one had a clue where he was. Sunday was also absent, as he was officially dead. Honestly, his fate was probably far worse. Robin scares me sometimes.

Anywho, Robin encouraged us to bring dates if we had ‘em, so who else would I bring besides Mei?

Truth be told, I'm not much of a “Fancy Party” guy, and this is decidedly a very fancy party. I tend to prefer other types of parties. Like Serval's parties, where people drink a lot, we play board games that lead to fist fights, and the night ends with me having at least two women in bed with me. (Usually, it was Pela and Lynx. One time Serval and Gepard joined in. Incest… Is just kinda cool on Belobog? I wasn't complaining. Was a wild fucking night.)

Still though, I figured I might as well come to this. Robin's a… Friend, and I figured it might be a nice thing for me and Mei to go to. She could probably use the break from her work. She's been at it hard again lately, and I've been working hard myself to make sure she actually gets a good night’s sleep. I've had to fuck her back to sleep more than once.

It's about then, as that thought crosses my mind, that Mei starts to squirm. I know that look. When the conversation goes on too long, and she wants to get out, but really doesn't want to seem rude. She, y'know, actually cares about being rude now.

So I decide to bail her out. Rising from my seat, making sure my vest is still lookin’ smart, and making my way over to her.

I wrap my arm around her waist as the actual sound of the conversation enters my ears. Something I can't comprehend, let alone remember for more than a second.

Mei jolts at my touch, her gaze flicking to her side, where I stand, before quickly relaxing. I give her a comforting squeeze. I'll get her out of here in no time.

“Sorry, Gents-” I say, inserting myself into the conversation,”But Mei and I have some other pleasant appearances we need to make. If you'll excuse us…”

That last line isn't a question, but it sounds enough like one that they both nod, giving their un-needed leave.

So we steal away, fast enough for comfort, but slow enough that we don't come off as assholes. I mean, we kinda are, but we don't want it to look like that's the case.

“How bad?” I mutter to Mei, the exasperation finally leaking onto my face.

“Awful. Dreadfully boring, surface level insights… How those men have any notoriety is a mystery…” She whines on a little bit longer about how obnoxious they were. How they presumed her ignorance on subjects she was adept in, how they pointedly talked over her…

I had to agree, it was utterly insane the amount of confidence some people have.

I press a soft kiss against her cheek, watching the scarlet blush bloom across her face.

“I‘m proud of you, Mei. You didn't call then anything to their faces even though they totally deserved it. That's a step up from that time on the Express.”

Her face then erupts into an even deeper red when she recalls the treatment she received after utterly tearing into poor March so eloquently, that the photographer genuinely couldn't tell she was being insulted.

March is family, and I don't let anyone insult my family. Even Mei isn't exempt.

She looks down at her shoes, unable to meet my gaze.

“...Thank you.”

And then we bump into someone else.

Two someone else's, actually. Namely: March and Robin, arm in arm, looking so utterly comfortable together.

March is in a cute, and only mildly sexy halter top made of pastel blue sequins, that stops at her knees. It's got detached sleeves that end in ruffles that accentuate her dainty hands. Her hair's done up too, it's something of an elegant bob with a Pom-Pom styled silver hair pin.

Robin herself is in a much more daring gown, a double slit, strapless dress, with similarly detached sleeves, that end in bridal gauntlets, and an aggressive cleavage window. Her tits are barely contained, and if I wasn't a newly committed man, I'd be inclined to stare.

But I can already feel Mei's grip tightening around my forearm.

I'd made it clear, very shortly after my encounter with Robin. I made sure Mei understood that my fuckboy days were over. I wanted to be with her and her alone.

Afterwards, she'd become… Possessive, I guess. Not that I mind. I had no intention of straying.

The simple truth was this:

I was in love with Ruan Mei, and I refused to squander those feelings for cheap, meaningless pleasure.

“Caelus!” Robin exclaims, a winning smile on her face,”I'm so glad you could come.”

March is beaming herself, mostly because of how utterly enamored she is by Robin. I can't blame her, though she doesn't know the Angel's dirty secrets as I do. 

Robin kinda loses her luster when you've fucked her in front of her brother. Whom she had tied up, and forced to watch.

Taking that one to the grave, by the way. 

“Thanks for inviting me.” I respond, smiling myself. 

“Of course, how couldn't I invite the savior of Penacony?” She says, innocent glee and gratitude dripping into her voice.

 I do wonder how much of Robin's outward persona is her real self. She's interesting, crazy, but utterly intriguing.

Wow. I really can't stop being captivated by mentally ill women.

And then Mei interjects, awkward and stammering. She tries to assert herself with a half step forward. Only problem is, she kinda stumbles.

“-I'm R-Ruan Mei!” She exclaims, way too loud.

March sorta jumps in surprise, but Robin isn't fazed. She's still got that pleased smile on her face.

She offers her hand, her fingernails are painted a glittery blue.

“It's nice to meet you. Caelus’ girlfriend, I assume?”

Mei regains her composure, and slides her hand into Robin's. Her nails are painted too. Shiny, glittery emerald green. A shade or two brighter than the jade she favors.

“I… Yes, we made that official very recently, though we'd been living together for quite a while before then.” Mei exposits, completely defeating the purpose of my earlier explanation. Thanks Mei!

“...How long is quite a while?” And I realize Robin is getting the wrong idea. She didn't know about Mei, even though Mei knew about her. She's thinking I cheated on Mei with her. Which would absolutely be the case if Mei and I were exclusive at the time.

“I was aware, and supportive of your brief entanglement. You needn't inform me of it.” Mei says, placing her free hand atop their joined hand, putting Robin's fears to rest.

Ah, there's the much more confident, calm Mei I'm familiar with (Outside of the bedroom, that is, her behavior there has been well established as the opposite). 

Meanwhile, the gears in March's head are turning. Which is, frankly, a rare sight. Her eyes shift back and forth, her gaze darts around the room, until-

“You… AGAIN!?”

March is loud.

“Why do I keep getting your sloppy seconds!? Who haven't you fucked?” She shouts, her eyes betraying abject horror at her new revelation.

The smile I've got turns sheepish.

“Technically, I got your sloppy seconds that one time…”

Yeah, dumbass, remind her of when you cucked her. That's the play. What a fucking genius you are.

Robin, somewhat mortified at being relegated to Sloppy seconds, drops Mei's hand and clasps March's hand's.

“March, Cutie, I swear it didn't mean anything! It was all to get revenge!”

Okay I guess that terminology didn't bother her at all. 

…She's just a weird person.

 At least she seems to genuinely like March. I hope this doesn't end their relationship. That would… really, really suck. Because that would've been two breakups now that were entirely my fault.

…Aeons, I am a shitty person.

“Revenge against what!?” March shrieks, shrill and earsplitting. People are looking now. It's so awkward.

…And it shows no signs of stopping soon.

I realize this is going to turn into a lover's spat that I want no part in, so I look to Mei, who catches my drift quickly, her expression of fear likely matching mine.

We need to GTFO.

She nods, and we fucking bolt.

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It's when we're way out of the main ballroom that we catch our breath. Well. Mei catches her breath. I didn't even break a sweat. Stellaron, remember? Gotta love nigh-infinite stamina.

“That was… A disaster.” I remark, as Mei slumps against the wall, her breasts heaving as she pants. Sweat glistens down her neck, trailing into the beautiful valley of her cleavage.

Oh… Is it smut time? I haven't mentioned her tits in a while, so that must be it.

“Yes… It was.” She breathes, exhausted. Her hair's in disarray, and her dress is threatening to slip off. On one hand, I kinda wanna see her expression when her boobs pop out. On the other: We're in a public building, in a hallway where someone could theoretically walk in at any time.

So Instead I sidle up her, reach out, and slip her boob-bag back into place. 

That's when she meets my eyes.

“Handsy.” She states, piercing me with those… sultry? eyes.

I smile cheekily, and squeeze. The soft flesh of her tits give so wonderfully in my grip. I can tell she's fighting off a gasp.

“Just… Preventing a wardrobe malfunction.”

“I'm sure.”

…

“Kiss me right now.” She demands.

I do as the lady says.

I take Mei's cherry painted lips with mine, and my tongue’s in her not a second later, I know I'm smearing her lipstick something fierce, but I don't care. I knew what she was asking for.

One hand wraps around her slim shoulders, the other one steadily sliding up her exposed thigh. Soon enough I'm cupping her ass, kneading the hell out of her cheek. Mei gasps into our kiss, her hands taking the same position as mine. She squeezes my ass, and I do not gasp, because I'm way too cool for that, thank you very much.

It doesn't stay there for long though. Instead, Mei's lithe little hand goes for my crotch, and then it's undoing my zipper.

Our kiss breaks with one hell of a saliva trail. That's a fucking money shot. 

“Here?” I ask, quirking an eyebrow. Not like it'd be the first time we fucked in public, but this is less space station, and more, super high class dance hall.

“You're a hero here. Do you think they'd begrudge you a quick, dirty fuck in the hallway?”

God, I love when she talks like that. Every dirty word from Mei's mouth is like the sweetest, purest honey.

And she's right. After all I did for Penacony? They should've offered me whores and drugs on a silver platter topped with cash.

…Too little, too late. I've got something much better than Penacony hookers. I've got Ruan Mei, all hot and wet ready to fuck me in the middle of a party, while one of my closest friends and her girlfriend have a loud, public argument that I caused.

What the hell else does a man need?

“Panties, now.”

I hold her steady as she slips the flimsy, lacy things off one leg at a time. Her thighs are already nice and wet.

Good. I'd be using them tonight, exclusively. See, the whole debacle with March on the Express was only about a week ago, and Mei was still technically being punished.

Her punishment? Well, the night of, I had spanked her ‘til she had no tears left to cry. Then I kept going for about half an hour. Then I made her deal with that pain for a day, then I healed her.

However, for the past week she's been under a strict rule, laid down by me.

She doesn't get to come. Maybe she'd thought I forgot, when I pinned her against this wall, and made out with her like there was no tomorrow, but I didn't. 

“You're not as good of a trickster as you think you are, Mei.”

“What do you-?”

“You're not coming tonight.”

Her face falls,”Cae, please-”

“Nope. Not a chance.”

“But I've been so good, can't you just-”

“No exceptions. I've told you that. That's the only way you're going to learn.”

“...” She pouts. She won't even look at me, she's just turning her head to the side like a spoiled little brat.

So it looks like I'll have to correct her.

“Turn around. Face the wall.”

“...No.”

I sigh, shaking my head.

“Okay, let's try that again.”

I slap her right across her pretty, disobedient face. The impact rings out, and I can only pray it was quiet enough that no one hears it over March shouting-

“Do you even really like me? Robin, why-”

Mei cries out, her free hand coming to rest on her red cheek.

“Turn your pretty little ass around, and get your face on that wall, or I'm going to turn said ass the prettiest shade of red I've seen all day.”

Mei whimpers, and does as she's told. I pin her against the wall with my body, my cock poised between her thick, jiggly thighs.

“That's a good girl.” I say.

And then I lean in close, and I whisper,”You've been good, I know. Behave, and I'll make you come tonight. Promise.”

Mei takes a deep breath, and then she nods. Very, very good indeed.

“Use me… However you please. I'm yours.”

Damn right.

My cock breaches her thighs, which she'd pressed together so nicely, and damn are they as nice as I always thought they'd be. Hard to believe I'd been with her so long and never tried this.

It's kinda like a handjob, but better in every way. Her thighs hug my dick tight, but it's not like a death-grip handjob, where you feel like she's gonna rip it off. It's like a gentle, lazy handjob she gives you while she's reading something, and she's got her cute little reading glasses on, and you come in a wineglass and she drinks it and then blows you and-

Ahem.

Anyway.

I rest my chin in her right shoulder, a low moan ripping it's way out of her throat. I'm not just fucking her tighs either, every thrust has the top side of my shaft rub against her wet slit, and I know she's feeling it too.

And when I hear that little whimper of sheer pleasure leave her lips, all resistance leaves me. I can't deny her any more, can’t hold off on letting this poor, needy little bitch come.

“Mei. I'm gonna make you come. Right here, right now. Sound good?”

She gasps, thrusting her hips back, forcing me to thrust between her supple thighs once again,”Yes, yes, please, I wanna come, please-!”

I chuckle,”A bit much, Mei. But it's always cuts to hear you beg.”

I ramp up my speed, I feel her getting wetter and wetter. Tell you the truth? I'd probably enjoy plowing her cunt more than this, but outercourse is pretty much my favorite way to make her come. There's something special about watching her writhe in pleasure, wishing all the way that she had something filling her naughty little snatch.

And I get to see that when I reach around and pinch her clit. She comes hard, a week of pent up frustration being let out as she slumps against the wall with the same force of her orgasm, a delighted groan leaving her throat. 

There's also some incoherent babbling, and I'm sure I hear the word love in there somewhere.

I'm getting closer. Real close, and I'm realizing quickly that I don't really have anywhere to come, unless I want to paint this wall (Or the inside of Mei's cunt, but that's off limits) a very unflattering off white. It's currently a nice, gentle velvet blue.

…

That could be a problem. 

Could being the operative phrase. It isn't because Mei puts her cupped hands at the exit of her thighs,”There…” She mumbles,”Come right there…”

“Thirsty tonight, are we, Mei?”

“Parched.”

“Then I'll give you something nice and sweet to drink.”

…

Mei actually did end up developing that pill, by the way. Worked wonders, too.

I reach my peak, hilting myself in between Mei's thighs one last time, before I absolutely unload all over her shiny dark green gloves. I let out a loud groan of my own at the sheer relief I feel. Turns out, being in a room surrounded by pretty ladies who consider the height of fashion to be having their tits out gets you a little worked up.

I pull back, quickly stowing my dick and zipping my pants back up.

And Mei's… Already licking my cum off of her gloves. Which is stupid hot, by the way, especially with the way she looks so messy right now.

“...That's never not hot.”

“...Flavor is still holding to my estimates with the newest version… Sperm density seems to yave increased too…”

She didn't even here me. Too busy taking notes- and fuck those are footsteps and the argument ended fuck fuck fuck-

“...Hello, Caelus.”

And who stands before me, but the emanator of Nihility herself: Acheron.

“Acheron. I… Thought you weren't coming?”

Acheron looks confused,”Coming to what?”

I raise an eyebrow, cocking my head to the side, a bit incredulously,”The party? Y'know, the one you're at?”

“Then… This isn't Petrichor-V?”

“Considering I've never even heard of that planet, no.”

“...I think I'm lost.”

“Yeah…”

I feel like I should be surprised that she doesn't remark on Mei literally licking my semen off her fingers, but I'm not. Being completely unbothered by everything is kind of Acheron's signature.

“Well… I'll see you around.” She says, making her way further down the hallways.

“Yeah…” I say, watching her walk away.

“Mei?”

“Yes?”

“You wanna go home?:

“Very much so.”

“Cool.”

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March 7th

Today is also March 7th~

March:

Hey so… Robin and I made up. And out. Things are okay. I saw you left. Everything alright?

Caelus:

Fine, thanks. Glad things are alright between you and Robin. I probably should have told you about that night I spent with her.

March:

It was kind of a dumb thing to be mad about, anyway. Half the women I know have slept with you.

Caelus:

Makes you wonder what kinda standards they've got.

March:

Like you're one to talk.

I look over to my left, to the sleeping megalomaniac by my side.

Caelus

A very fair point.

XxX

Hey so… If I wanted to write about Caelus getting rimmed in the next chapter, would yall be into that?

I know, I know, I said I was working on sequels to estrus management, and I am, I've written like 3 drafts of Tingyun's chapter which has to come before HuoHuo's, but I just keep restarting out of disappointment. Can't find a way to make that version of Caelus believably be willing to fuck Tingyun without Yukong's explicit permission, which makes the whole correction angle not work as well. Kinda stumped tbh, drop suggestions if you got 'em.

Anywhosinwhatits, see ya next time buddies.