She rolled over, clumsy and eager, and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Her hands pressed against his chest, fingers digging into the muscle, and she lined herself up, sinking down slow until her pussy swallowed his big dick whole.
"Oh fuck,"she moaned, a sharp gasp tearing out of her as he filled her up again, stretching her wide. She could feel it—a bulge pressing out against her stomach, and she stared down at it, stunned. That's him, she thought, a weird mix of pride and awe hitting her. And I love it.
She started riding him then, her hips rolling awkward at first, finding a rhythm. Her thighs burned, her knees digging into the bed, but she didn't care—she loved the way he felt inside her, the way her pussy gripped him tight. Lucas groaned under her, his hands moving fast—one grabbing her tits, squeezing hard, the other sliding down to her soft ass, gripping it like he owned her.
"Yeah, just like that, he said," his head tipping back against the pillow. She was a mess above him, her hair swinging wild, her moans loud and uneven, and he couldn't get enough of it. Her pussy was soaking, dripping down his cock, making wet, sloppy sounds every time she moved. He pinched her nipple, his fingers rough, and slapped her ass lightly with his other hand, grinning when she yelped and sped up. "She's wild for it," he thought, his own breath getting ragged as her tight heat pulled him deeper.
Lira kept going, her hips rocking faster now, chasing that high she could feel building again. It's so much, she thought, her mind a blurry haze of pleasure. Her pussy clenched around him, her juices coating them both, and she could feel that bulge in her stomach shifting with every bounce. I'm taking all of him, she thought, half-proud, half-crazy with how good it felt.
Her hands slid up his chest, nails scratching light, and she leaned forward a little, her tits swaying right in his face. His hand on her ass squeezed harder, guiding her, and the one on her tit tugged at her nipple, sending sparks straight to her core.
"I'm gonna… I'm gonna lose it," she thought, her moans turning into cries, loud and desperate. The pleasure built and built, a tight coil in her belly, and then it snapped—her climax hitting her like a tidal wave, crashing through her so hard she almost screamed.
Her whole body shook, her hips jerking sloppy as she rode it out, her pussy pulsing around his cock. Oh gods, oh gods, she thought, her mind spiraling, fracturing under the intensity. It was too much—pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain, and she couldn't think, couldn't breathe, just kept moving through it, lost in the feel of him. Her vision blurred, her cries echoing in her ears, and she collapsed forward, her hands slipping on his chest as she trembled. I'm crazy for this, she thought, dazed, her body still twitching with aftershocks. Lucas groaned beneath her, his hands tightening, and she could feel him throbbing inside her, her climax pulling at him too. He's still here, she thought, clinging to that, to him, as her mind spun out, drunk on the pleasure she never wanted to end.
Lira's body felt like it was made of jelly now, weak and wobbly after that wild ride on top of him. She couldn't keep up anymore—her thighs were shaking, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, and she was pretty sure her legs wouldn't hold her even if she tried. Lucas took over, his hands gripping her hips tight, and he started thrusting up from below, hard and steady.
"Oh gods, he's not stopping," she thought, her head spinning as he fucked her senseless, each push driving deeper into her already sensitive pussy. She couldn't do anything but take it, her moans turning into little whimpers, her hands slipping on his chest as she tried to hold on. He was relentless, his cock slamming into her, and she could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her up until she thought she might break.
"How's he still going?" she wondered, dazed, her whole body trembling under the onslaught.
Then it hit—Lucas fingers digging into her skin, and he reached his climax. His hips bucked up one last time, and she felt it—his hot load of cum spilling into her, thick and warm, flooding her pussy.
"Oh fuck, she screamed." Jolted again as the pleasure slammed into her, sharp and electric. It wasn't just the heat of it—there was something else, a rush of rich Yang energy mixed in, surging through her like a spark igniting a fire. Her body shook, her pussy clenching around him, milking every drop as she gasped, her mind blanking out for a second.
That's… that's insane master, she said, her breath hitching, her chest heaving as she tried to process it. When he was done, she couldn't hold herself up anymore—her arms gave out, and she collapsed onto the bed beside him, sprawling out on the sweaty sheets, struggling to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears, and her legs felt like they'd turned to mush.
Lucas, though, didn't miss a beat. He was breathing heavy too, sure, but he didn't flop down exhausted like she did. Instead, he sat up a little, his chest still rising and falling fast, and closed his eyes, focusing inward. He's cultivating already. Lira watching him through half-lidded eyes, stunned. The Yin energy he'd pulled from her—gods, there'd been so much of it—was swirling in him now, and he was working it, channeling it into his core like it was nothing.
He's going to teach her that later, how to use the Yang energy he'd given her, but that was for when she wasn't a wreck—when she could actually think straight again. Right now, all she could do was lie there, panting, her body buzzing with the aftershocks of everything they'd done.
She couldn't get over it—how he was breathless but not tired, not even close to worn out after all the pleasure he'd wrung out of her, all those strokes he'd given her. "He's unreal," she thought, admiration bubbling up through the fog in her head. Most guys she'd seen around the estate—servants or guests stumbling out of late-night trysts—would've been flat on their backs by now, snoring or whining about being spent. But Lucas? He was sitting there, sweat shining on his skin, looking like he could go another round if he wanted.
"How does he do it?" she wondered, her chest tightening with something soft and warm. She loved that about him—his strength, his stamina, the way he took care of her even when he was pushing her to her limits.
She tried to move then, her arms shaky as she pushed herself up a little. "Gotta clean up," she thought, glancing at the mess they'd made—sheets soaked with sweat and cum and her juices, the blanket half on the floor, their clothes scattered everywhere. But her legs wouldn't cooperate. They were sloppy, wobbly from the intense pleasure still humming through her, and the second she got halfway up, they buckled. "Oh, come on," she muttered under her breath, annoyed at herself, and she flopped back down onto the bed with a huff.
Guess that's not happening, she thought, a tired little laugh slipping out. Her eyes felt heavy now, her whole body sinking into the mattress, and she couldn't fight it anymore. Sleep was creeping up fast, tugging at her, and she let it take over, her head lolling to the side as her breathing finally slowed.
Lucas opened one eye, peeking at her as she collapsed back down, and a small grin tugged at his lips.
"She's out," he thought, watching her chest rise and fall, her face softening as she drifted off. He could feel the Yin energy settling in him, thick and potent, and he kept cultivating, pulling it into his dantian, letting it strengthen him.
"She gave me so much," a flicker of pride mixing with something softer. He'd pushed her hard—maybe too hard for her first time—but she'd taken it like a champ, and now she was sprawled out beside him, spent and peaceful. I'll teach her when she's up, he decided, his hands resting on his thighs as he worked his energy. She's got potential—more than she knows. For now, though, he let her sleep, the room quiet except for her soft breaths.