His voice, tinged with the damp valley air, carried an indescribable weakness and a sense of helplessness, akin to being abandoned by the world. The words, "Will you help me heal?" were like a magical whisper, gently striking the softest chords within Xun'er's heart. Her tense body trembled slightly at the helpless plea, the hazy lust in her eyes eclipsed by a hint of genuine pity. Yet, that pity resonated strangely with the love juices gushing from her vagina and the fierce, searing cock pressing against the center of her genitals, hot as a branding iron.
His cock, now a life of its own, pressed tenaciously against the entrance to her vulva, through the thin hem of her skirt. Every tremor clearly conveyed its astonishing hardness and vitality. The glans, plump and engorged with blood, possessed an aggressive roundness. She could almost feel it pressing against her slippery labia, her words lingering. The clear liquid oozing from the tip, mixed with the love juices secreted from her vagina, soaked the thin fabric to a shimmering sheen, faintly revealing the delicate fringe of her pubic hair and the outline of her labia, slightly parted by the pressure of the cock. This visual assault, combined with the intensely intimate touch, sent Xun'er's entire body ablaze from within, like a flammable object ignited.
She could feel the tip of her clitoris swelling from the constant friction, a tingling sensation as if ten thousand ants were gnawing at it, yet also filled with intense pleasure. The surging wetness between her buttocks almost made her wonder if she had lost control of her bladder, but it wasn't urine; it was her vagina, offering the most direct and honest invitation to this huge, healthy cock. She could even hear the roar of blood coursing through her veins and the rapid beat of her heart, nearly pounding her eardrums.
"Treatment..." Xun'er whispered softly, her voice hoarse and trembling with a tremor she wasn't even aware of. Her mind was in a state of chaos, all notions of etiquette, protocol, and innocence completely swept away by the raw masculine aura of his and the surging pleasure emanating from her lower body. Her dark eyes, misted with lust, stared at him in confusion, unable to truly focus. Did she know what he meant by "treatment"? Perhaps her mind hadn't fully grasped the situation, but her body, her instincts, had already given the clearest answer.
His body still leaned weakly against hers, his weight, his heat, his distinct scent tinged with masculine sweat, like invisible shackles, holding her captive. And his erect cock became the most oppressive center of this confinement. It delicately caressed his lower abdomen, her vagina, rubbing with every rapid breath, every tiny tremor within her, like a hungry beast sniffing out its prey's entrance.
Xun'er's hands were now tightly wrapped around his waist, her fingertips unconsciously digging into the lean muscles of his waist. She could feel his body trembling. Was it weakness, or the lust symbolized by that fierce cock? She didn't know, and she didn't want to think. She only knew that this near-naked contact allowed every detail of his skin to be clearly transmitted to her fingertips, her chest, and her abdomen. His two small nipples seemed to harden slightly from the friction of her bra, and his abdomen was firm and full of strength.
"I... I'll help you..." Her voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, but it carried an almost bewitching, indescribable obedience. Her usually clear, luminous, dark eyes were now veiled in a hazy, ambiguous light, as if lost in a dream from which she could not awaken. She tried to reach up to touch his brow, furrowed in a wave of dizziness, but hesitated mid-air. Her hand slipped unconsciously, and finally, guided by instinct, it slowly, almost tremblingly, rested on the base of his massive, burning cock, pressing against her vagina.
Through his tangled pubic hair, her fingertips touched the firm, scorching skin at the base of his shaft. An incredible, searing heat instantly passed through her fingertips, spreading throughout her body, fueling the fire of desire within her. She could feel the pulse of his cock, its every powerful beat, as if a living heart were beating beneath her palm.
She didn't touch the swollen glans, nor did she grasp the thick shaft directly. Instead, she simply placed her palm loosely around the base of the penis, as if to soothe, perhaps to feel. Her fingers curled unconsciously, feeling the hard diameter and the powerful, vibrant heat emanating from his body. Her fingertips could even feel his thick pubic hair, the scent of a mature man, a mixture of sweat and primal desire, which stirred her heart.
The ferocious penis seemed to become even more excited at the touch of her palm. It thrust against her vulva more vigorously, as if silently urging her to "treat" it deeper. Xun'er's vagina was now completely soaked, and her love juices flowed down her hips, soaking her skirt and dripping down the inside of her slender legs, bringing a mixture of coolness and heat. The entrance to her vulva grew red, swollen, and sensitive from the constant thrusts of the cock. She could even feel it slowly, bit by bit, stretching her labia, as if preparing for its entry.
Xun'er's mind was a blur, but the primal female impulse deep within her was fully awakened by this intense stimulation. She felt an irresistible longing, a desire to be penetrated by that cock, to be filled by it, to experience the ultimate pleasure she had never experienced before. It was as if a floodgate, long held captive within her, was slowly opening, releasing a torrent of sexual pleasure.
Her breathing became more rapid, her chest rising and falling violently, drawing her full breasts against his, their nipples rubbing against each other, bringing another subtle stimulation. Her nostrils were filled with his unique masculine scent, mingled with the faint aroma of sweat and earth, a scent that filled her with a primal, wild allure.
"...How do you want me to help you..." Xun'er struggled to force the words out, her voice trembling violently, almost a hint of tears. Her lust-soaked voice was now filled with suppressed longing and a resigned submission that bordered on begging. Her hand still lingered loosely at the base of his penis, her fingertips unconsciously tracing its length, gently stroking it upwards and downwards. Each stroke seemed to ignite a new flame, making the penis harder and her vagina even wetter.
She knew this was no ordinary treatment, and she also knew that once she truly began "treating" him, she would completely overturn all the etiquette and purity she had learned. But now, deep in the darkness of the cave, in their naked embrace, with the passion within them erupting like a volcano, those worldly constraints seemed insignificant. She wanted nothing more than to obey her most primal impulses, to let his fierce cock find the home it longed for, to use her body to "heal" his instinctively suppressed pain and swelling.
The words, "Will you help me heal?" were like a spell, instantly forming an invisible contract between his clammy, hot flesh and Xun'er's moist vagina. Those few simple words, tinged with an air of utterly fragile innocence, were like a lit fuse, instantly igniting the primal desire deep within Xun'er, long suppressed and now fully awakened by the fierce thrust of that massive cock.
"Heal... yes, I'll... heal you," Xun'er screamed frantically in her heart, her voice threatening to burst through her throat. Her rationality, her reserve as a direct descendant of the ancient clan, her childhood friendship with Xiao Yan, were all shattered by the surging desire aroused by the fierce cock between his legs. There was no trace of the usual clarity and gentleness in her dark eyes, instead they were filled with a fiery and aggressive look tainted by lust. She was like a female leopard that had finally smelled the blood of its prey, with a gleam of grabbing and possessing in her eyes.
"Just... just a tiny lie... and I can turn him... I can turn him into my... obedient plaything..." The thought spread like poison through every corner of her mind, corroding her remaining sanity. Her hands, which should have been spotless, were now tightly clasped around his waist, her fingertips seemingly digging into his firm muscles. Her palm remained firmly on the base of his penis, feeling the tremors of each pulse. She could clearly feel it swelling with excitement beneath her palm, its veins bulging, and its hardness as if responding to the ultimate desire in her heart.
"I'm sorry, Xiao Yan..." The name flashed through her mind, carrying a negligible trace of guilt. But as the cock continued to pound her vagina, that guilt was instantly replaced by extreme pleasure. The thick cock, now with a wild, unquestionable force, continuously ground and thrust against her already soaked labia. The massive glans, now glistening with lubrication from her love juices, sent tingling shivers through her vagina with each stroke. Her clitoris, already engorged and swollen from the repeated pounding of the cock, was so sensitive her entire body trembled.
Xun'er's lower abdomen contracted like a spasm, and streams of heat gushed uncontrollably from deep within her vagina, soaking her panties and even the cock pressed against her crotch. She could feel her vaginal opening slightly open under the constant impact of the cock, greedily absorbing the heat from his cock. Her vaginal walls had become hypersensitive, as if she could clearly feel every texture and every bulging vein on his cock.
She felt her skin burning, and his strong, naked body pressed against hers, transmitting this heat to her without reservation. His wet chest pressed against hers, their nipples pressed tightly against each other through their clothing. With every breath, every heartbeat, the friction and pressure intensified. Her nostrils were filled with the rich, primal scent of his masculine body—a mixture of sweat, earth, and male hormones, wild and deadly, nearly suffocating her.
"I will... I will 'heal' you..." Xun'er whispered hoarsely, her voice now completely distorted, carrying an utterly alluring tone and uncontrollable gasps. Her hand, once tightly wrapped around his waist, began to explore uncontrollably. Her slender fingertips, trembling with desire, traced his firm abdomen, slowly reaching his dense jungle of pubic hair. She could feel the smooth, elastic skin at the base of his thighs, and the surging heat of his lower body.
Her fingertips finally touched his massive scrotum. Those two full, heavy testicles were warm and soft beneath her fingers, like two hot eggs. She cupped them gently, almost reverently. The feel of their heaviness, the vibrant life within them, brought her an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. Her fingertips, roughened by arousal, gently rubbed the smooth skin of his scrotum, feeling its subtle contraction and relaxation.
As her fingers cupped his scrotum, her palm, which had been loosely covering the base of his penis, finally gave up its restraint. Her fingers closed, gripping his iron-hard, arm-thick cock firmly in her palm with an almost brutal, unquestionable possessiveness.
The feeling was overwhelming! It was thicker, hotter, and more powerful than she had imagined. She couldn't even fully grasp it with one hand; her fingertips barely closed, only barely able to feel its bulging veins and hard texture. She could clearly feel the surging blood coursing through it, the heart-pounding pulse in her palm with each beat.
The moment her hand grasped the cock, a sudden, intense tingling sensation shot through her clitoris, nearly causing her to scream. Her vagina, sensing its grasp, contracted frantically, yearning for its entrance, her juices pouring out like a flood. She felt her vaginal opening pressed against it, stretched by its immense size. The fullness was both painful and exhilarating.
"Mmm..." Xun'er moaned softly, the sound escaping from the depths of her throat, tingling with uncontrollable trembling and satisfaction. Her body was gripped by his enormous cock, a source of intense pleasure. Her legs clamped tightly around his thighs, and she could even feel the tense and trembling of his thigh muscles.
She raised her head, her delicate face flushed with lust, beads of sweat even beading on her forehead. Her long, dark hair tumbled messily around her cheeks, making her look even more alluring. She stared at him with those now-dizzy, dark eyes, filled with naked possessiveness and a frantic desire for imminent fulfilment.
"Be good... I'll make you... feel very good..." Xun'er coaxed hoarsely, her voice low and ambiguous, carrying a devilish allure. Her hand, driven by the massive cock in her palm, began to slowly and clumsily stroke it up and down.
She had never done anything like this before, so her movements were a little awkward, but that awkwardness only added a raw, unrefined charm to her actions. Beneath her palm, she could feel the burning cock growing harder with each stroke, the purple-red glans growing swollen, and the oozing prostate fluid lubricated her palm.
The rich, sweet, and masculine scent grew stronger with each thrust of the cock, leaving her dizzy and limp. She could feel her vagina twitching under the constant stimulation, yearning for the cock's full penetration, the ultimate pleasure of being filled by it. She knew she must look utterly lustful, but she didn't care. Her usual pride in her sanity and reserve was shattered by the allure of this enormous thing.
She pressed her cheek against his chest, feeling his pounding heartbeat and the constant heat of his body. Her body was preparing for the impending, complete fall at an unprecedented pace, and she was willing to accept it.