His words, combined with his relentless efforts, pushed Qingyu over the edge. With a scream of his name, she came, her body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
Her pussy clenched and spasmed around his fingers, gushing her juices all over his hand and chin.
Shen Yuan groaned in satisfaction as he felt her come apart, lapping up her essence like a man starved.
He continued to stroke her through her orgasm, helping her ride out each crest and aftershock until she collapsed back onto the bed, boneless and sated.
Panting softly, Shen Yuan crawled up her body, a smug grin on his face. “You taste exquisite, Qingyu,” he murmured, his chin glistening with her juices. “I could feast on your sweet nectar for hours.” He leaned down to capture her lips, letting her taste herself on his tongue as he kissed her deeply.
Qingyu moaned softly into the kiss, tasting the essence of her own arousal on Shen Yuan’s tongue.
It was a heady, intoxicating flavor that made her head spin and her heart race. She could feel the evidence of her pleasure dripping down her thighs, coating Shen Yuan’s chin and fingers.
As the kiss broke, Qingyu gazed up at him with hazy, lust-drunk eyes. “Brother Yuan…” she breathed, her voice hoarse from screaming his name. “That was…incredible.” A soft, satisfied smile formed at the corners of her mouth. “It’s my first time feeling pleasure like this.”
Shen Yuan’s eyes filled with renewed desire as he took in her well-pleasured state.
The way her body glistened with a sheen of sweat, the way her breasts heaved with each ragged breath, the way her thighs trembled slightly… it all served to stoke the flames of his own lust.
He leaned down to murmur in her ear, his voice a low, seductive whisper. “And we’re far from done, my dear. That was just the beginning.”
His hand slid down her side, over the curve of her hip, before coming to rest on her inner thigh. Qingyu’s breath hitched as Shen Yuan’s thumb brushed maddeningly close to her sensitive folds, reawakening the ache that had begun to subside. Find your next read at empire
She could feel the heat of his body, the weight of him settled between her thighs, and it made her feel small, delicate, cherished.
Shen Yuan watched her face, taking in every micro-expression, every flutter of her long lashes, every parting of her rosy lips.
He could see the trepidation in her eyes, but also the trust, the desire, the willingness to give herself over to him completely.
“Shhh, don’t be afraid, my dear,” he murmured, his voice soothing. “I’ll be gentle.” His hand slid further up her thigh, his fingers parting her slick folds to expose her entrance.
‘Lan’er, send her the Eternal Yin Yang Sutra and the related knowledge.’
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Her annoyed voice came as she sent a stream of information into Qingyu’s sea of consciousness.
Qingyu’s eyes flashed with surprise, but soon she whimpered softly as she felt the cool air against her most intimate place. Her heart raced as she watched Shen Yuan’s face, seeing the raw, unchecked desire etched into his features.
She knew he wanted her, all of her, and the knowledge sent a thrill of anticipation and fear through her.
Shen Yuan positioned himself at her entrance, the thick head of his cock nudging against her pussy. He could feel the heat of her, the way her body seemed to draw him in, begging him to claim her, to make her his.
“Remember, Qingyu,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re mine now. Only mine.” With that declaration, he began to push forward, his thick length slowly penetrating her tight entrance.
Qingyu gasped, her back arching off the bed as she felt the stretching, the pressure, the unfamiliar sensation of being filled so completely.
To Qingyu’s surprise and relief, as Shen Yuan pushed forward, she felt no sharp pain, only a deep, profound sense of fullness.
Her untouched walls stretched and yielded around his thick length, molding to the shape of his cock as if they were made for it.
A low moan spilled from her lips as she felt him hitting deep inside her, his pelvis pressing against hers, signaling that he had claimed her completely.
Shen Yuan groaned softly as he felt her silken walls flutter and clench around him, gripping his length like a velvet vice. “You feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. “So tight, so perfect.” He remained still for a moment, allowing her to adjust to the feeling of being so utterly filled.
Qingyu could only whimper in response, her heart swelling with a mix of emotions. She felt owned, possessed, claimed in the most intimate way possible.
And yet, she also felt cherished, desired, adored. Tears of happiness and overwhelming sensation welled up in her eyes.
Shen Yuan leaned down to capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. It started out tender but quickly escalated in intensity.
His tongue delved into her mouth, stroking along hers, coaxing her to respond. Qingyu met his passion with her own, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back fiercely.
As they kissed, Shen Yuan began to move, slowly at first, his hips rolling in a sensual rhythm.
He pulled out until just the tip remained inside her, then pushed back in, burying himself to the hilt.
He set a steady pace, each thrust pushing her further up the bed, each retreat making her ache for his return.
Qingyu matched his rhythm, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts, taking him deeper, holding him inside her.
As their passion intensified, Shen Yuan’s thrusts grew harder. He hooked Qingyu’s legs over his shoulders, his eyes glinting with primal lust.
The new angle allowed him to plunge even deeper into her tight pussy, his heavy balls slapping against her with each powerful drive of his hips.
“Ahhh, Brother Yuan!” Qingyu cried out, her voice rising in pitch with each thrust. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, her body overwhelmed by the relentless stimulation.
She could feel every ridge, every vein of his thick cock as it stretched her untouched walls, claiming her, owning her, making her his.
Shen Yuan growled, a feral sound that sent shivers down her spine. “That’s it, my little flower,” he panted, his voice rough with desire. “Take my cock. Take every inch of it.”
He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust, grinding his pelvis against hers, stimulating her clit with each roll of his hips.
Qingyu saw stars, her vision blurring with the intensity of her pleasure. She could feel the heat building low in her belly, the coil of tension winding tighter and tighter as he pounded into her.
Shen Yuan leaned down to capture one of her hardened nipples in his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak.
At the same time, his hand slid between their sweat-slicked bodies to find her swollen clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight circles. The dual stimulation was almost too much for Qingyu to bear.
Qingyu could feel the pressure building, her body tensing as the pleasure mounted. Shen Yuan’s relentless thrusts and the dual stimulation of her nipple and clit pushed her to the brink.