Sunlight filtered through the dense foliage, casting a soft, warm light on the ground. A gentle breeze rustled through a tranquil valley, carrying the faint scent of flowers. The sky was azure, a few wisps of cloud drifting by. The distant peaks resembled a beauty draped in a veil, mysterious and serene.
Zhang Wei drowsily opened his eyes, his mind still a little hazy, and everything around him seemed unfamiliar. Soft grass lay beneath his feet, and in the distance, he could hear the gurgling of a stream. A strange sense of tranquility seemed to permeate the air. He tried to recall what had happened, but his mind went blank.
Suddenly, the sound of brisk footsteps in the distance broke the silence. Zhang Wei looked up and, following the sound, saw a young woman in a long, light black dress slowly approaching. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded to her waist, her complexion was a pale white, and her features were so delicate that she looked as if she had stepped out of a painting. Her eyes, radiant as stars, held a touch of gentleness and intelligence.
Seeing Zhang Wei, she paused, examining him with a touch of surprise. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, a faint smile forming.
"Where are you from?" Xun'er's voice was as clear as a silver bell, tinged with curiosity and doubt, as if awaiting Zhang Wei's answer.
"I don't know. My head hurts a bit." Zhang Wei's face was filled with confusion, his naked body revealing his perfect figure, his cock erect.
Xun'er's bright, dark eyes suddenly widened, and the sight that greeted her made her heart tremble. Two alluring blushes instantly bloomed on the girl's face, spreading from her fair neck to her ears, as brilliant as the morning glow. She subconsciously held her breath and took a subtle half step back, her pale black skirt swaying gently, picking up a light breeze.
Despite her shyness, her gaze seemed drawn by an invisible force, unable to completely avert its gaze. That nearly perfect male body—the sleek, powerful lines of muscle, the smooth curve of his waist and abdomen, and the erection that stood out prominently in the morning light—was vividly imprinted in her vision. An unfamiliar warmth quietly rose within her, like a faint electric current, a tingling sensation spreading across her skin and making her fingertips tremble slightly.
Her heartbeat began to accelerate, like the beating of a war drum, each beat vibrating through her chest. Her throat felt dry, but she quickly calmed herself, lowering her eyes and trying to keep her gaze fixed on his face, trying to ignore the overly direct presence.
"Are...are you okay?" Her voice held a subtle strain, yet her tone remained gentle and concerned, as if masking both her surprise and an undue prying eye. "You don't look well, and you said you have a headache...do you need any help?" She didn't directly address his nakedness, but deftly steered the conversation towards his discomfort, her tone revealing a touch of intelligence and propriety.
"Okay, I'll listen to you," Zhang Wei obeyed Xun'er. He was so dizzy he couldn't think straight.
Xun'er's breathing grew shallower, trembling uncontrollably. It wasn't out of fear, but rather an unfamiliar, almost melting heat. She pursed her delicate lips tightly, her dark eyes unconsciously sliding from his bewildered face to the astonishing, towering object, drawn as if by a magnet.
The sunlight, perfectly cast, gilded the majestic shaft with an ambiguous sheen. It wasn't merely "perky," but rather, infused with a vibrant vitality, throbbing in the air. The purple-red tip and the veins along the shaft stood out against her fair skin, striking a striking bulge. Xun'er's eyes reflected the fiery scene; she could even sense an invisible heat wave emanating from beneath him, seeping through the air and burning her vision. Her heartbeat grew wilder and wilder, threatening to burst through the confines of her chest. Countless blurry yet alluring images flashed through her mind. She had never before seen such naked, blazing male virility. The visual assault sent her blood boiling, rushing to her head.
She could tell her cheeks were flushed, even her earlobes burning as if they were roasted by charcoal. An unprecedented tingling sensation raced up her spine, converging on a private, untouched spot. Her long, delicate hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her nails practically digging into her palms, trying to soothe the uncontrollable, surging heat within her. Her breathing became rapid and shallow, each breath carrying the fresh scent of valley flowers and plants, but it couldn't quench the flames within her.
She looked into his confused, bewildered eyes, listened to his low, almost painful words, and felt the sway and weakness of his body. Despite her shyness, Xun'er's innate kindness and sense of responsibility as a descendant of an ancient clan prevailed. She knew that no matter how shocking his appearance, he needed help right now.
Her gaze fell once again on the engorged, swollen shaft of flesh beneath him. It seemed even harder now, spurred by its owner's dizziness and discomfort, even trembling with a subtle, almost painful throbbing. Yet, this pain, far from diminishing its allure, only added a touch of vulnerability and a pitiful sensuality. A complex emotion flickered in Xun'er's eyes: a mixture of curiosity, shock, and a hint of forbidden allure. She realized that his physical discomfort wasn't just dizziness; it was also accompanied by an undeniably overactive physiological response.
"You... your body... seems a little unwell?" Xun'er's voice was soft, barely a whisper, with a subtle tremor. She tried to sound concerned, not judgmental of the naked body. She extended her delicate fingers, wanting to point but afraid to, so she simply traced his chest in a vague, questioning gesture. She tried to avoid his most intimate area, but instinct wouldn't allow her to completely avert her gaze, and her peripheral vision kept darting there.
She saw his handsome brow furrowed in a frown, as if he were struggling to fight the discomfort of dizziness. His well-proportioned body, swaying slightly from the dizziness, made every muscle radiate with strength. His full chest, flat stomach, and long, powerful thighs were all exposed to Xun'er's gaze. She could even see the beads of sweat on his skin, glistening in the sunlight. An impulse quietly grew within her, a desire to draw closer, to touch that moist, powerful body with her fingertips.
She felt her body begin to heat uncontrollably, blood coursing through his veins beneath his fair skin, and she could even hear the distinct beat of her pulse in her eardrums. The long, dark hair seemed to sense the heat within her, brushing restlessly against her burning cheek, causing a subtle tickle. She knew her appearance must have been utterly unmannerly, but the primal male form and the unfamiliar scent of sweat and male hormones that emanated from it were like a powerful magnet, drawing her inwardly and making her unable to escape.
Xun'er took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner turmoil. She glanced around. Deep in the valley, it was rarely visited, and they were the only two there. She quickly weighed the situation: it wasn't safe here; she couldn't leave him exposed like this.
"You... you don't move," she whispered, her tone laced with undeniable determination, though beneath that was a palpable panic. Her gaze swept across the valley, quickly locating the entrance to a cave obscured by dense vines.
"Over there... there's a cave we can take shelter in for now." Her voice was breathy, the result of a tachycardia, something she could hear clearly herself. She gently raised a hand and pointed in that direction, her movements graceful yet hinting at a hint of helplessness.
She took a half-step forward and paused. He was completely naked, dizzy, and clearly unable to move forward. But the thought of an unmarried woman supporting a naked man—the shame of it all—made her mind go blank.
Her slender eyebrows knitted together, a flicker of conflict in her eyes. She could have turned away, pretending she hadn't witnessed this bizarre scene. But deep within her heart, pity for the vulnerable, and even deeper, the inexplicable allure of his fiery, masculine aura, held her back.
She stared into his eyes, narrowed slightly by the dizziness, the confusion and pain they revealed making her feel sympathetic. She bit her lip, then slowly extended her hand, palm up, in an invitation. Her movements were slow, each tiny movement akin to a profound mental struggle.
"Come here... I'll help you over." The words uttered as if they had exhausted all her strength. Her voice was low and husky, tinged with an inexplicable tenderness. She stared intently at his handsome face, trying to read any sign of reaction, completely ignoring the beads of sweat on her palms from nervousness.
As if sensing her gaze, or perhaps responding to the rising heat within him, his erect penis gave a slight twitch, as if greeting her. Xun'er's breath hitched again, a tingling electric current coursing through her body, nearly making her stagger. She had to look away, glancing at his shoulder, forcing herself to remain calm.
She noticed his long, strong legs, yet now unsteady from the dizziness. His toes curled slightly, as if struggling to grasp the ground. A deeper sense of taboo and anticipation flashed through her mind, of this physical contact.
A suffocating tension hung in the air. The sun was still warm, the breeze still gentle, but for Xun'er, the world seemed to consist only of him and her, his naked, primal, alluring body. She could feel a door slowly opening within her, releasing a surge of emotions and desires she had never encountered before.
She took a step forward, then another, until she stopped less than two feet in front of him. From this distance, she could clearly sense his scorching, masculine scent, its distinct blend of grass and grass. She could even feel the massive cock beneath her, right below her line of sight, as if it would touch the hem of her skirt at any moment. Her body tensed, every pore trembling, but she couldn't retreat. She had to help him. Her natural kindness, combined with a hidden, inexplicable attraction, held her firmly in place.
Her gaze once again swept over the towering cock beneath him, and this time, she noticed it seemed even larger than before, even oozing a trace of translucent liquid from the tip, gleaming in the sunlight. Xun'er swallowed again, her throat dry, her heartbeat so rapid that she could barely hear the other sounds around her. She couldn't tell if it was a physiological reaction to the pain or the release of some primal desire within him. Regardless, it gave her an unprecedented, humiliating, yet thrilling sensation.
She extended her hand, now hesitant, her palm slightly open, as if awaiting his response. Her gaze lingered on his face, searching for a familiar, reassuring signal in those bewildered eyes. She hoped he would understand her good intentions, and that he would cooperate. Awkwardness, shyness, concern, and a hidden thrill woven into a complex web, tightly entwining her heart.
Zhang Wei's frail body emitted a delicate gasp, inviting lust. The "moan" that escaped his throat was more penetrating than any words, striking directly at Xun'er's deepest, most intimate nerves. It wasn't a rough moan, but a low, weak, fragile, suppressed wheeze, its tail trembling and tingling with a heart-pounding sensuality. The sound contrasted sharply with his dizzy body, yet resonated perfectly with the majestic, erect, throbbing cock beneath his crotch, as if the most primal desire and life force within him were unconsciously leaking out.
Xun'er's breath hitched, her fair cheeks instantly engulfed in heat, scorching as if blood were dripping from them. Her already slightly parted red lips now parted even more involuntarily, and she took a sharp breath of air, feeling as if she were breathing in a raging fire, causing her chest to tighten. Her gaze, riveted by the trembling gasp, followed the curves of his muscular waist and abdomen, uncontrollably gliding down to the immense, imperious cock that seemed poised to burst through the heavens.
In the dim morning light, it looked terrifying, yet brimming with life. The glans, swollen with blood, shimmered a moist purple-red, like a plump, juicy fruit. Veins snaked along the thick shaft like a coiled dragon, each one taut and tense, signaling the surging blood and unbreakable hardness within. It stood tall, like a towering pillar, energized. Even when weakened and teetering, it remained unbending, even trembling slightly with the swaying of his body, amplifying its wildness and unbridled nature.
Xun'er could clearly see a drop of crystal-clear prostatic fluid oozing from the tip of the glans, gleaming in the morning light like a dewdrop. It wasn't filth, but a direct declaration of supremely healthy, exuberant male hormones. This body, despite its frailty, was brimming with the most primal, purest male vitality. This drop of fluid, like a silent invitation, instantly ignited the long-dormant fire within her through her vision.
Her lower abdomen tightened, and an unfamiliar, intense tingling sensation spread up her perineum, causing her clitoris, never touched, to suddenly swell. Her delicate labia opened and closed slightly, secreting a moist, hot fluid. The love juices quickly soaked the most intimate fabric of her panties, bringing with them an unprecedented, shameful, yet intense, wetness. She felt her legs weaken uncontrollably, as if at any moment she would drop to her knees before him, ready to receive that immense cock.
Her delicate hand, stretched out, now froze in mid-air, its fingertips trembling. She wanted to hold him, but she was afraid to touch that body, a body blazing with desire, especially the towering cock pressing against her private parts. Reason told her to keep her distance, but her body's instincts screamed, yearning for that intense heat and magnitude.
"You...you..." Xun'er's voice caught in her throat, her words incoherent. She tried to speak, but found no words so pallid and powerless. She bit her lower lip, her dark eyes a fierce struggle between shyness, shock, and uncontrollable desire. Finally, she gritted her teeth and suppressed her shame. His shaky form, his gasps of pain and longing, seemingly suppressed with all his might, overwhelmed her with pity.
She decided not to hesitate any longer. Deep down, she didn't even have time to consider whether this behavior was in accordance with the rules of the ancient clan's direct lineage; her body reacted before her conscious mind could. Her hand, suspended in mid-air, finally reached forward, grasping his muscular forearm with a touch of determination.
His skin felt hot to the touch, his muscles defined. Her fingertips could feel the pulse pulsing beneath his skin, the powerful, masculine heat. This heat flowed through her body like an electric current, making her already wet vagina even more sloppy. When her fingertips touched the fine beads of sweat on his arm, the slippery touch made her heart leap, as if she had touched some forbidden, primal secret.
With her grasp, his body slumped against hers. His tall, naked body instantly pressed against her soft, petite body. Xun'er felt an incomparable surge of heat. The warmth of his skin, the masculine scent emanating from his body, and his erect penis, at this moment, directly and unreservedly touched her in an unprecedented way.
The cock between his legs, at the moment their bodies pressed together, felt like a scorching iron rod, pressing unerringly against Xun'er's moist, most intimate vagina, covered by the thin hem of her skirt. It wasn't just a gentle touch; it pressed with its astonishing hardness and size. Even through the fabric, Xun'er could clearly feel the shape of the massive cock, the full curve of its glans, and the thick veins along its length.
"Hmm..." Zhang Wei's muffled groan, his balance unsteady, sounded to Xun'er like a breath of utter seduction. Though his body pressed weakly against hers, his cock felt incredibly hard and active, carrying an undeniable aggression, as if ready to break through her last layer of defense and penetrate her vagina, eager to be filled.
Xun'er's mind went blank, all her shame, reserve, and manners shattered in that moment by the scorching cock pressing against her vagina. Her body tensed suddenly, goosebumps covering her skin. It was an intensely stimulating sensation. Through her skirt, she could feel the scorching heat of the cock, its thick diameter, even its subtle trembling, as if sending her the most primal signals of excitement.
Her vaginal opening involuntarily contracted under the pressure of the cock, rapidly secreting more love juice to counteract this sudden, intense, and brutal "invasion." The wetness contrasted sharply with the hardness of the cock, yet their strange combination sent Xun'er through a wave of unprecedented numbing sensations that shot from her lower body to her head, as if all the strength had been drained from her.
"I... I'll help you in..." Xun'er's voice was barely audible, husky and panting. Her body buckled slightly under the heavy pressure of his cock, her legs unsteady. She was forced to release one of his arms and wrap it around his waist, while her other hand struggled to support his heavy frame.
She took each step with great difficulty, each one a agonizing effort. His body was almost completely pressed against hers, his chest pressed against hers. She could feel the pounding of his heart, the scorching heat of his body burning through the thin fabric of her clothes. But what she couldn't ignore most was the majestic cock between his legs, pressed firmly against her vagina. With every step, it rubbed and crushed against her vagina, each stroke like the most precise teasing, intensifying the sensitivity of her clitoris and vaginal opening, causing her love juices to flow even more fiercely.
Though the cock hadn't actually entered, its sheer size, its blazing heat, and its undisguised erection were enough to give her an unprecedented, overwhelming pleasure. Beneath her skirt, her labia felt the rough veins and the slippery glans at its tip, as if it would stretch and penetrate her at any moment.
The valley floor was uneven, and Xun'er often tripped on roots or rocks. Each stumble pressed his frail body closer to hers, intensifying the pressure of his penis against her vagina. She could clearly hear her own heavy breathing alongside his intermittent, more vulnerable and seductive moans. The two sounds blended together to form a primal and erotic melody that only the two of them could hear.
Finally, they stumbled to the vine-covered cave entrance. The entrance was narrow, requiring them to squeeze in sideways. Xun'er struggled to support him, carefully bending forward.
The light inside the cave suddenly became dim and deep, and the surrounding rock walls were cold and damp, carrying the smell of mud and dampness. Yet, this faint chill couldn't extinguish the fiery flame he ignited within Xun'er. Instead, the enclosed, dark environment slightly diminished her inner shame, giving way to an even stronger, more naked desire.
His frail body practically collapsed against Xun'er upon entering the cave. She was forced back several steps, only managing to steady herself when her back pressed against the cold rock wall. The fierce thrust of his cock pressed deeper and tighter against her vagina, causing Xun'er to feel as if the thin hem of her skirt was about to burst under its brutal force.
Xun'er's head rested limply against the cold rock wall, her long, dark hair scattering against the surface, a stark contrast to the coldness. Her legs trembled slightly from the weight of his body and the intense stimulation radiating from her lower body. Her hands were now tightly wrapped around his waist, her fingertips unconsciously digging into the muscles. She could feel the warmth and elasticity of his skin, the raw, powerful masculine strength of his waist.
His breath, weak and panting, now lingered even closer to her ear, steaming hot and carrying a hazy masculine scent. His cock, still hard, rubbed gently against her vagina. Each subtle movement sent a tingling sensation throughout Xun'er's body, and her vagina uncontrollably gushed with hot love juices. The juices soaked her panties and also partially soaked the massive cock beneath her, making the contact even more slippery and alluring.
Xun'er could feel the muscles in her vagina contracting uncontrollably, eager for the cock's full penetration. Her clitoris became extremely sensitive from the constant friction, the tingling sensation nearly causing her to moan. She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to suppress the desire that threatened to burst forth.
She had never imagined that one day she would experience such intimate contact with a stranger in such a shameful yet thrilling way. Even more disconcerting was the fact that, far from feeling disgusted, she experienced an unprecedented, extreme temptation and pleasure. The frailty of her body highlighted the firmness and ferocity of the penis, and this extreme contrast completely unleashed her primal desire for male sex.