Long Xiaoyao reached out, his hand resting on Mo Qingqui's waist as he looked into her eyes.
"We should continue this inside my room"
He reached for a large, plush silk towel hanging nearby and draped it gently over her shoulders, pulling it around her large breasts to offer a small measure of cover.
Mo Qingqui hesitated, her gaze darting toward the ornate bathroom doors.
"Your Highness, will it be alright?"
She whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
"What if someone sees us barely dressed like this?"
A confident smile played on Long Xiaoyao's lips. He stepped closer, closing the small gap between them.
"You don't need to worry about that," he reassured her, his thumb tracing the curve of her hip.
"I have already sent Yuan Gui and the others back to their quarters for the night. No one will see you looking like this."
He didn't let go, instead, he guided her out of the bathroom and through the quiet corridor.
As they walked, his hand slipped beneath the towel, his fingers finding the soft weight of her breast. He teased her nipple with a rhythmic motion, feeling it harden under his touch, a silent testament to the arousal already building between them.
Mo Qingqui let out a soft, shaky breath, leaning into him as they entered Long Xiaoyao's private chamber.
The heavy doors clicked shut behind them
As soon as they were in the center of the room, Long Xiaoyao moved behind her. He let the towel slip to the floor and pulled her back against his chest.
His arms wrapped around her, his hands returning to her breasts as he pressed his face into the crook of her neck, planting slow, searing kisses along her sensitive skin.
Mo Qingqui gasped as she felt the heat of his lips. The wetness between her thighs made her ache for the next stage of their cultivation.
Long Xiaoyao held her tightly, his body reacting to her own
He shifted his weight, nudging her legs apart with his knee to create a path. His penis fully roused and pulsing, pressed firmly against the entrance of Mo Qingqui's vagina
Mo Qingqui let out a sharp, shuddering gasp.
The moisture between her thighs was scorching, born of her arousal.
As Long Xiaoyao's member brushed against the sensitive folds of her entrance, she felt a desire she never felt before. A desire for Long Xiaoyao to enter her. Eager for the pleasure the penetration might bring her.
He didn't move to penetrate her yet; instead, he ground his hips slowly against her, letting his penis bathe in her moisture.
He could feel her inner muscles twitching in anticipation, the wetness slicking the length of him and dripping down his thighs.
"You are ready for me," Long Xiaoyao whispered into her ear
He moved his hands from her breasts down to her hips, tilting her pelvis back to maximize the contact. With every slow, deliberate slide the two felt each other's desires more and more
Mo Qingqui's breath came in ragged gasps, her head lolling back against Long Xiaoyao's shoulder as he continued to grind his penis on the outside of her vagina. The friction was overwhelming for Mo Qingqui.
"Your Highness..." she whimpered, her voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and desire.
She reached back, her fingers tangling in his hair to pull him closer. "I can't... I can't wait any longer. Please... dual cultivate with me now."
Long Xiaoyao felt the tremors running through her soft frame, but he wasn't ready to give in just yet.
He loved the way her composure crumbled under his touch.
He slowed his movements deliberately, pulling his penis back just enough to break the direct contact with her aching center, leaving her feeling cold and empty for a fleeting second.
"So impatient?" Long Xiaoyao murmured, his voice a low, teasing rumble against her ear.
He nipped at her earlobe, his hand sliding down to squeeze her hip firmly
Mo Qingqui turned in his arms, her face flushed a deep crimson and her eyes clouded with a primal need.
She pressed her bare chest against his, her hard nipples brushing against his chest.
"Please," she whispered, her hands sliding down his back to pull his hips back toward hers.
"I need something to enter it Your Highness" she pleaded, lost in lust
Long Xiaoyao's eyes darkened with a predatory hunger. He had teased her enough
"Alright. If you are so eager to. Then I will not keep you waiting."
He didn't break eye contact as he kissed her passionately. Guiding their bodies towards his bed
He laid her down gently upon the mattress, her damp hair splaying out like a dark halo around her head.
As he moved to hover over her, his penis stood proud and ready, poised at the entrance of her Vagina
Long Xiaoyao's thick penis and pulsing pressed its broad, blunt tip against the entrance of her vagina.
He didn't push forward yet, simply letting it dip into the shallowest part of her, teasing the sensitive skin that was already sweating with her arousal.
Mo Qingqui's breath hitched. Looking down, she saw the stark contrast between her pale, delicate form and the sheer size of him.
A flicker of genuine apprehension crossed her features.
"Your highness... wait," she whispered, her hands trembling as she tightly gripped the mattress.
Her eyes were wide, fixed on the point where they met. "It's... it is so thick. I'm not sure... will it be able to fit inside?"
Long Xiaoyao leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, reassuring kiss before pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes.
"Trust me," he said with a reassuring smile
"Your body is more resilient than you know. However, don't worry. I will go slowly. Just breathe."
He shifted his hips, applying a gradual, steady pressure. As the tip began to stretch the tight folds of her entrance, Mo Qingqui let out a low moan, her head falling back against the pillows.
She felt a sensation of incredible fullness, stretching her insides.
Slowly, inch by inch, he began to sink into her. The friction of his smooth, hot skin sliding against her wet walls sent jolts of electricity through her entire body.
"Mmm!"
Long Xiaoyao watched her face, pausing from time to time to let her catch her breath. Then continuing as he felt her internal muscles begin to yield and wrap around him.
Long Xiaoyao began to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his penis sliding through the slick heat of her depths. He was careful, savoring the way her tight walls clung to him with every shallow withdrawal and every deep, heavy thrust.
Mo Qingqui's hands gripped the silk sheets beneath her, her knuckles white. Her breath was a series of broken hitches, her eyes half-closed in a daze of new sensations.
"Your Highness..." she gasped, her voice strained.
"It... it feels like you are stretching me to my very limit. I never knew... I never knew a body could feel so full, so wide... It's as if you're reshaping me from the inside..."
He leaned down, his chest brushing against her sensitive breasts, and captured her lips in a lingering kiss to soothe her.
"You are doing perfectly, Qingqui," he whispered
"Let your body open. Don't resist it"
As he pulled back slightly for a deeper stroke, his gaze fell upon his penis, which was tightly wrapped by her vagina. There, amidst the glistening moisture, he saw some blood staining her inner thighs
A satisfaction flooded through Long Xiaoyao.
The sight of her blood. The proof of her untouched purity and the fact that he was the first and only one to claim her made him even more excited.
His eyes darkened with a possessive pride. She was now truly his, bound to him not just by spirit, but by blood and flesh.
"I'm glad that I'm the one who plucked you," He said softly. Looking at Mo Qingqui who's showing a rare smile
Knowing that the initial barrier had been breached, he didn't stop. Instead, he increased the depth of his movements, his penis diving deeper. Claiming every inch of her.
"Ahh!..Your Highness..It's so..big.."
Mo Qingqui cried out, a sound that was half-sob and half-ecstasy, as the pain of the stretching gave way to an overwhelming, soul-shaking pleasure that signalled the true beginning of their dual cultivation.
The rhythm of their union grew steadier as Long Xiaoyao began to move in earnest. His penis slid out almost entirely, leaving Mo Qingqui feeling a fleeting, cold emptiness, only to plunge back in with a deep, authoritative thrust that filled her to the absolute limit.
Mo Qingqui's head thrashed against the silk pillow, her teeth catching her lower lip as a fresh wave of sensation crashed over her.
"Your Highness…" she gasped, her voice breaking. Tears of overstimulation pricked the corners of her eyes. "I never knew… I never knew it would hurt like this.. But at the same time, the heat of your thing… the way it rubs my inside… it feels so good, it frightens me. It's like a fire and a blade all at once."
Long Xiaoyao watched the way her expression flickered between a grimace of discomfort and the dazed look of burgeoning ecstasy.
"Your body is adjusting Qingqui. It will only hurt like this in the beginning"
He began to move again, but this time with a slow, grinding circular motion that prioritized the friction against her most sensitive walls rather than just depth.
"The next time we do this," he promised, his voice a low, confident growl, "there will be no more pain. It will be nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure for you"
Mo Qingqui let out a long, shuddering breath, trying to follow his lead. As he continued to enter and exit her, the sharp sting began to dull, buried beneath a mounting, heavy throb of pleasure that radiated from the point of their connection.
She realized he was right; the more she surrendered to him, the more her inside gets used to his penis
Long Xiaoyao's movements became faster, more powerful, each thrust driving his penis to the very depths of Mo Qingqui's
Mo Qingqui was lost in a sea of sensation, her body arching as she reached her own climax. Her internal muscles clamped even more tightly around him and she felt liquids rushing from her depths
"Qingqui... I'm about to cum!" Long Xiaoyao growled feeling the increased wetness inside Mo Qingqui
With one final, powerful surge, he buried himself as deeply as possible, his hips pinning hers against the mattress.
Inside her, his penis pulsed violently, releasing a massive torrent of his concentrated Yang essence. Mo Qingqui's eyes widened, her breath hitching in her throat. She felt it immediately, a sudden, overwhelming flood of liquid filling her insides.
"Ah! It's... it's so much!" she cried out, her hands clutching at his sweating shoulders.
The essence was incredibly hot. It filled her completely, the sheer volume of it making her feel even more stretched than before.
She could feel the thick, searing tide splashing against the walls of her womb
Long Xiaoyao stayed buried deep within her, his heavy chest heaving as he held her close, ensuring that every drop of his essence remained inside her.
He watched her face as she drifted in the aftermath, her expression one of dazed, blissful exhaustion.
"You are truly mine now, Mo Qingqui. Body, soul, and spirit." Long Xioayao whispered hoarsely, kissing the sweat from her cheeks
Mo Qingqui could only nod weakly, her body still trembling from the heat that continued to throb deep inside her, a constant, scorching reminder of the man who had finally claimed her.
Long Xiaoyao lowered his head, his lips finding the soft, pale curve of her breast. He began to massage the supple mound using his mouth, pulling the skin gently between his lips and swirling his tongue in slow, rhythmic circles.
Mo Qingqui let out a weak, airy moan, her fingers fluttering against his shoulders. The sensation was soothing yet electrifying, the moisture of his mouth cooling her heated skin.
He moved from one breast to the other, his tongue tracing the blue veins visible beneath her translucent skin before finally centering on her nipple.
He took the peak into his mouth, suckling gently and then flicking it with his tongue until it stood firm and sensitive once more.
He looked up at her, a predatory glint returning to his eyes. Even though he had just released his essence, his penis began to stir within her again, fueled by the very dual cultivation cycle they had just ignited.
"You've handled the first wave well, Qingqui," he murmured, his voice vibrating against her chest.
"But we are far from finished"
Mo Qingqui's eyes snapped wide, her breath hitching in a mixture of shock and exhaustion.
She looked at him, her lips parted in disbelief.
"Not... not over?" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper