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Then his fingers joined, one sliding into her tight heat, curlina just right.
"Ah! W-wait-!" She arched, her walls fluttering around him.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, though his fingers didn't stop, pumping slowly, stretching her.
She shook her head frantically. "N-no, it's just too much-"
"Good." A second finger joined, scissoring her open, his mouth never leaving her clit.
She writhed, her moans growing louder, her hips rocking against his face as pleasurc coiled tighter, tighter-
Then his thumb pressed down on her clit, and she shattered, her back bowing as her orgasm crashed over her.
Yuan Longxuan drank her in, licking every drop of her release before rising, his cock glistening with need above the water.
"Now," he growled, lifting her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist.
The vines supported her, suspending her as he aligned himself at her entrance.
His grip was iron, fingers digging into her thighs as he hauled her up, her legs locking around his waist.
The vines coiled around her, suspending her in place, leaving her open-exposed-as the thick head of his cock pressed against her soaked entrance.
She shuddered, her breath hitching.
"Fuck-it's too much-"
A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest. "You'll take it."
With one brutal thrust, he split her open, her tight cunt stretching obscenely around his girth.
A sharp cry tore from her throat as her hymen ripped, the sting of her virginity breaking making her nails bite into his shoulders.
"Ah-! God, it burns-!" Tears spilled, her body clamping down in instinctive resistance.
He froze, jaw locked, veins standing out along his neck as he fought the urge to ram deeper. "Breathe," he snarled, voice rough with restraint. "Just fucking breathe, little flower."
She whimpered, her inner walls fluttering around him, the pain already twisting into something hotter, sharper. Then he moved.
"Brother Yuan -!"
"That's it," he growled, hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt in one savage stroke. "Fuck-so tight-"
Every thrust was relentless, his cock pistoning into her with brutal precision, the swollen head dragging against her deepest spots.
The slap of skin, the filthy, wet sounds of her cunt taking him-it was overwhelming.
"You feel-ah!-too deep-!" she sobbed, her back arching as pleasure coiled tighter, her nails raking bloody lines down his back.
He fucked her harder, his pace turning punishing, the water sloshing violently around them.
"You're mine," he snarled, fingers bruising her hips.
"This cunt-this tight little hole-was made for my cock."
Her moans turned ragged, her body clenching around him as the pressure built-too much, too fast-
"Come," he demanded, voice guttural. "Squeeze me like the desperate little slut you are."
Ah Yin's body trembled, her climax tearing through her like a storm.
A broken cry escaped her lips as she clenched around him, her inner walls fluttering in desperate, rhythmic pulses.
The sensation was too much -overwhelming, consuming-and she arched against him, nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure wracked her entire being.
Yuan Longxuan growled, his control snapping.
With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his release surging into her in hot, possessive waves.
His hips jerked against hers, spilling himself inside her, filling her until she felt every thick, throbbing pulse.
For a moment, there was only heavy breathing and the slick sound of their joined bodies, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex.
His cock twitched within her, still half-hard, as if unwilling to let her go.
Slowly, they collapsed into the tangled embrace of the Blue Silver Emperors, their vines curling lazily around them like satisfied serpents.
Ah Yin's chest rose and fell rapidly, her skin flushed and glowing.
Yuan Longxuan's breath was ragged against her neck, his lips brushing her pulse point in a way that sent shivers down her spine.
Mine," he murmured, voice rough with lingering desire.
His teeth grazed her throat-not quite a bite, but a promise. "Every inch of you. Every sigh. Every tremble."
Ah Yin shuddered, her body still sensitive from her climax.
A slow, drowsy smile curved her lips as she traced idle patterns on his damp skin.
"Then take it all," she whispered, tilting her head to capture his mouth in a slow, claiming kiss. "Again."
That day dawned quietly over the city. Neither the Sword Douluo nor Yuan Longxuan and Ah Yin had stepped outside.
The morning light filtered gently through the windows, falling across the quiet Juxiang Pavilion, giving the scene a peaceful, almost intimate warmth.
For Yuan Longxuan, the previous night had marked an unforgettable milestone.
Nearly eighteen years as a virgin, and he had finally experienced his first encounter....not with another human, but with a mysterious bond he shared with Ah Yin.
A mischievous smile played across his lips. "Wonderful… simply wonderful," he thought.
By evening, the two of them were still intertwined, wrapped in a closeness that seemed to blur the line between time and space.
Ah Yin lay limp against Yuan Longxuan's chest, her delicate, ethereal features flushed in a warm, rosy glow.
She did not fully understand the complexities of human love and intimacy. She only knew two things:
Yuan Longxuan was beautiful, and his aura exuded a rare, compelling attraction.
Moreover, his strength provided her an unwavering sense of safety. That was enough reason for her to love him.
As night deepened, Ah Yin nestled closer, drifting into sleep within Yuan Longxuan's arms.
She felt an inexplicable contentment, as if she had left behind the existence of a soul beast and all its burdens.
In this human form, with Yuan Longxuan by her side, she felt warmth, security, and a freedom she had never known.
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Morning arrived, yet Yuan Longxuan felt little desire to rise.
With the warmth of Ah Yin's soft form beside him, he found no interest in any other task.
Even the responsibilities of a rising cultivator paled in comparison to the comfort of her embrace.
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