Eventually, Lucas couldn't take it anymore—her mouth was too much, too warm and wet and eager, and he needed more. With a shaky breath, he pulled his cock free from Lira's lips, the slick pop of it leaving her mouth echoing in the quiet room.
A string of her spit stretched between them for a second before snapping, and she blinked up at him, dazed, her lips swollen and shiny. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, and then her eyes dropped to his cock again—still hard, still dripping with her saliva, glistening in the flickering light from the candle on the table.
"Oh gods, that's going inside me," she thought, a sharp little stab of fear twisting in her gut. It was so big, bigger than she'd even realized when it was in her mouth, and now that it was right there, hovering over her, she felt her heart skip.
"How's that gonna fit?" she wondered, her hands clutching the sheets, knuckles whitening. But under the fear, there was a buzz of excitement too, a needy ache that made her thighs press together.
Lucas caught the flicker of worry in her eyes and softened, his hand brushing her cheek for a second, his fingers gentle against her flushed skin. "I'll try my best to make it less painful," he said, his voice low and steady, a promise wrapped in it. Lira nodded, quick and nervous, her head bobbing in a way that was almost too cute, her hair falling messy over her face.
"He's gonna take care of me," she thought, clinging to that, and it eased the knot in her stomach a little. She trusted him—had to, after everything he'd already done to her. He shifted closer, his knees nudging her thighs apart, and she let them fall open, her breath hitching as he settled between them. His cock was still wet from her mouth, dripping a little onto the sheets, and he gripped it with one hand, guiding it down. He rubbed the tip against her pussy, slow and teasing, sliding it through her folds, and she moaned loud, her hips twitching up toward him. That feels good, she thought, her fear melting a bit under the heat building inside her.
Then, without any warning, he pushed in—just a little, but deep enough to make her gasp. It wasn't slow or careful like she'd expected; he plumped it in fast, stretching her open, and Lira's whole body tensed. Pain hit her first, sharp and burning, like something tearing, and she bit her lip hard to keep from crying out.
"Ow, ow, ow," she groaned, her eyes squeezing shut. But right behind the pain came a flood of pleasure, hot and overwhelming, crashing through her so fast it made her head spin. "Oh… oh gods," she thought, her breath catching as the two feelings tangled up together. It was her first time—nothing had ever been inside her before, not like this—and the stretch of him, the fullness, was almost too much to handle. She could feel her pussy pulsing around him, and a surge of Yin energy rushed out of her, wild and unchecked, pouring into Lucas like a dam breaking.
Lucas felt it hit him, that thick wave of Yin slamming into his core, and he grunted, his hands tightening on her hips. "She's so tight," he thought, his jaw clenching as he held still for a second, letting her adjust. He could see the flash of pain on her face, the way her brows scrunched up, and he didn't want that—not for her first time. Quick as he could, he focused, drawing on the dual cultivation technique.
His hands slid up her sides, fingers pressing into her skin, and he pushed a thread of his own energy into her, soft and warm, letting it flow through his touch. It wasn't much—just enough to dull the sting, to ease her into it—and he watched her face relax a little, her eyes fluttering open again. That's it, he thought, relieved. He started moving then, thrusting slow and gentle, keeping it missionary so he could see her, could feel every little shiver that ran through her.
Lira moaned again, softer this time, the pain fading into a dull ache that got swallowed up by the pleasure building with every push of his hips. "He's… he's really inside me," she thought, still half-stunned, her hands scrabbling at the sheets for something to hold onto. His cock slid in and out, steady and careful, and she could feel every inch of it, stretching her, filling her up.
Her perky breasts bounced with each thrust, swaying gently, and she caught him staring, his eyes dark and hungry. He likes that, she thought, a shy little thrill sparking through her. Her pussy was soaking now, her juices coating him completely, slicking his dick until it glistened every time he pulled back. She could hear it too—the wet, messy sound of him moving inside her, and it made her blush even harder, her whole body burning up.
Lucas kept his pace slow, his hands roaming her body, brushing over her thighs, her stomach, anywhere he could reach. She's perfect, he thought, watching her moan and writhe under him. Her pussy gripped him tight, hot and wet, and every thrust sent more of that Yin energy flooding into him, feeding his cultivation with every shaky breath she took.
He leaned down, his chest brushing hers, and kissed her neck, tasting the salt on her skin. "You're doing so good, Lira," he murmured, his voice rough, and she whimpered, her legs wrapping around him like she didn't want him to stop. She's taking it all, he thought, pride swelling in his chest. His cock was drenched now, her juices mixing with her spit from earlier, and he could feel it dripping down, pooling on the sheets beneath them.
Lira's moans got louder, spilling out of her without control, her head tipping back into the pillow. It's so much, she thought, her mind a blurry mess of sensation. The pain was barely there anymore, just a faint echo under the waves of pleasure rolling through her. His thrusts were gentle but deep, hitting spots she didn't even know she had, and her whole body shook with it. Her hands found his shoulders, nails digging in a little, and she clung to him, lost in the feel of him moving inside her.
"I'm… I'm his," she thought, the realization hitting her soft and warm. Her pussy clenched around him, slick and needy, and she could feel herself leaking more, soaking them both. "Master…" she gasped, her voice breaking, and he thrust a little harder, just enough to make her cry out, her breasts bouncing faster as she fell apart under him.
Lucas wasn't done with her yet—not by a long shot. As he kept thrusting into her, slow and steady, he dipped his head down, his lips brushing over her chest. Her perky tits were right there, bouncing with every move, and he couldn't resist anymore. He latched onto one, sucking hard, his tongue flicking over her nipple while his hips kept rocking into her.
Lira gasped, her back arching up off the bed, pressing herself closer to his mouth. Oh gods, that's… that's too good, she thought, her hands scrabbling at the sheets, fingers twisting in the damp fabric. He started pushing more Yang energy into her then, letting it flow from his core, through his lips and his cock, seeping into her body with every thrust and every suck. She felt it—like a warm, buzzing current spreading through her, lighting her up from the inside.
"Something's… changing," she thought, dazed, her breath hitching. She didn't get it, not really—she was still a rookie at this cultivation stuff, all the fancy terms Lucas threw around going fuzzy in her head. But she could feel something shifting, her energy twisting and growing, and it felt wild, like she was teetering on the edge of something big.
She didn't care about understanding it, though—not now. All she knew was the pleasure, thick and heavy, wrapping around her like a blanket she never wanted to climb out of.
"I want this every day," her moans spilling out sloppy and loud. Every damn moment. Lucas's mouth on her tits, his cock buried deep, the way her pussy stretched around him—it was perfect, overwhelming, and she was hooked.
He switched to her other breast, sucking just as hard, his teeth grazing her nipple, and she whimpered, her whole body trembling under him. The Yang energy kept coming, mixing with her Yin, and it made her feel alive, like every nerve was singing. "He's doing something to me," she thought, her head spinning, but she couldn't focus long enough to figure it out—just let it wash over her, drowning in how good it felt.
After a while, Lucas slowed down, his thrusts easing up, and then he stopped altogether. He pulled back, his lips leaving her chest with a soft, wet sound, and she whined a little, missing him already. "Catch your breath," he murmured, his voice rough but warm, and he flopped down beside her on the bed, the mattress creaking under his weight.
She lay there panting, her chest heaving, sweat slicking her skin as she tried to pull herself together. He's giving me a break? she thought, half-relieved, half-desperate to keep going. But she didn't stay still for long. Her eyes flicked to him—his cock still hard, glistening with her juices—and something greedy sparked in her.