Ren Zu remained silent for a brief second.
Then, slowly, he raised his hand.
His fingers touched Feng Xue'er's delicate chin with gentleness, guiding it upward until she was forced to stare directly into his eyes. The gesture was firm, but infinitely careful, as if he were holding something too precious to press with force.
She trembled slightly.
Her blue eyes met his black pupils.
There was no coldness there.
Only depth.
"Me too." His voice came out low, clear, without hesitation. "I also want to spend the rest of my life with you."
The world seemed to fall into absolute silence.
For an instant, the wind stopped blowing.
The snow seemed suspended in the air.
And then—
The space around them rippled.
In the next instant, they were somewhere else.
A spacious and elegant room enveloped them.
The walls were made of polished white stone, with crystalline veins that reflected a soft golden light coming from lanterns suspended from the ceiling. Long curtains of translucent silk draped around large arched windows, through which one could still see the snow, now distant, falling slowly under the clear morning sky.
In the center of the room rested a large double bed.
The frame was made of light wood and carved with delicate patterns that resembled intertwined snowflakes and flames. Soft white sheets covered the thick mattress, and a light canopy of fine fabric descended from the four corners, creating an intimate and welcoming atmosphere.
A thick white fur rug covered part of the floor, and a faint floral aroma, mixed with the freshness of winter, filled the environment.
Feng Xue'er blinked.
Her body stiffened for a second upon realizing that the scenery had changed completely.
"W-what…?" Her voice came out almost as a whisper.
She looked around, recognizing the environment… and then realized where they were. Her face, which was already red, became even more so.
The nervousness returned in full force.
But underneath it, there was happiness—he also wanted to stay with her for the rest of his life!
She slowly turned her eyes back to Ren Zu.
He was still close.
Very close.
The two stared at each other for a few seconds.
There was no rush.
There were no immediate words.
Just two intertwined gazes, loaded with emotion and decision.
Her heart beat so hard that it seemed to echo in the silent room.
And yet—
She did not back away.
This time, there was no doubt in her eyes.
Ren Zu observed her expression calmly. He then brought the hand that still held her chin to gently touch her cheek, his thumb lightly brushing the skin warmed by the blush.
"Xue'er…" His voice lost any trace of the previous intensity. It became softer. "You don't have to force yourself."
She blinked.
"I-I'm not…"
He tilted his head slightly, his black eyes attentive.
"Depending on the reason you used to make this decision… we can wait." He paused briefly. "If it's just for your feelings, we can still wait until the wedding."
The room seemed even quieter.
Feng Xue'er widened her eyes.
"No!" The response came out too quickly.
She became even redder after realizing her own tone.
"I… I'm not forcing myself…" Her fingers tightened slightly on the fabric of her own robes. She took a deep breath, gathering courage: "It was… Sister Qingyue's idea."
Ren Zu blinked.
"…What?"
Feng Xue'er nodded quickly, completely sincere.
"Sister Qingyue said that… the husband dreams of reaching the pinnacle of the world and explained about the unique physique…" Her voice began to lower as she spoke. "She said that, sometimes, rewarding someone isn't just with words… but by showing complete trust."
Her face was red up to her ears.
"And I… I made a selfish request." Her eyes trembled slightly, but did not avert. "I asked you to intervene in the war for my sake. I asked you to face my Royal Father for me. Even knowing that this could make you feel bad… uncomfortable…"
She swallowed hard.
"I wanted to make up for that."
The silence lingered for a second.
Then she added, almost stumbling over her own words:
"But it's not just that!"
Ren Zu kept his gaze fixed on her.
"Since… since we kissed for the first time…" Her voice became almost inaudible. "I already wanted this."
She closed her eyes for an instant, completely red.
"I just didn't understand my own feelings."
Her heart beat so hard that it seemed it could be heard.
"I want it because I love you and I don't want to wait much longer to give myself to you…" She opened her eyes again. "Not because there's any other reason."
The sincerity there was absolute.
Ren Zu remained still for a few seconds, absorbing every word. Then an almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips.
"You are… cute…" He said, his voice low, laden with genuine amusement that softened the intensity of the moment. The tone was almost playful, as if he were discovering something new and adorable in her.
Before Feng Xue'er could process the words, Ren Zu leaned in slowly. His lips touched hers gently, a soft kiss at first, like a whisper against the skin. Soft. Warm. He guided her with patience, his lips molding to hers with delicacy.
Feng Xue'er felt a soft shock run through her entire body, surprise, yes, but also a wave of emotions that overwhelmed her: his warmth, the softness of his lips against hers, the way he seemed to savor every second without rush, her eyes closing involuntarily.
The kiss deepened slowly, his tongue brushing her lips with gentleness, touching her pearly teeth like a subtle caress, inviting her to open up. She hesitated for an instant, her heart racing, but then… she yielded. Her lips parted, and he captured her fragrant tongue. His tongue intertwined with hers in a slow, sensual dance, deepening the kiss while pulling her by the waist into a tighter embrace.
Feng Xue'er responded in a very inexperienced way, her movements shy, hesitant, her tongue responding to his with an innocent curiosity that contrasted with his intensity. Her arms pressed against his chest, gripping the dark fabric as if she wanted to anchor herself, feeling his heart beat strongly under her palms.
The kiss lasted a sweet eternity, tongues intertwining, breaths mingling, the air becoming scarce and necessary at the same time. She felt the world spin, melting in his arms like snow in the sun, her entire body softening against his, surrendering to that warmth that enveloped her completely.
When they finally pulled away, slowly, her lips still tingled. She opened her blue eyes, hazy, flooded with a new and deep emotion that seemed to steal her breath.
For an instant, she remained still, as if still trapped in the heat of that kiss.
Ren Zu raised his hand and touched her face again, his fingers sliding smoothly over her warmed skin.
"You are beautiful…" He whispered, his voice low and hoarse.
His thumb traced the delicate line of her jaw before stopping under her chin, lifting it slightly so their gazes met.
"And now… you are mine."
Feng Xue'er, with her heart still racing, nodded slowly. Her fingers trembled slightly as she raised her hands to her own dress. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with a mixture of nervousness and determination. Her jade fingers touched the clasp that held her dark hair. With a gentle gesture, she released it, and the strands spread like a cascade made of the night sky, falling over her snow-white shoulders and down her back in silky waves, each strand shining with a natural luster that captured the room's light.
Ren Zu watched in silence, his black eyes fixed on her, capturing every movement as if it were a work of art revealing itself.
Then, her hands descended to the straps of the phoenix dress. With a subtle tremor, not of fear, but of a deep shyness that made her even more enchanting, she released them. The luxurious fabric, embroidered with the golden phoenix that seemed alive under the light, slid slowly over her shoulders, revealing the immaculate skin underneath. White as polished jade, smooth as silk woven by the gods, without a single imperfection, a perfect canvas that seemed to glow with an internal light, rosy and subtle, as if her own blood carried the blush of innocence.
The dress fell gradually, exposing her delicate shoulders, her slender and well-toned arms, descending along the smooth curve of her back, a perfect line that tapered at her slim waist like that of a porcelain doll, accentuating her ethereal femininity. Her modest but harmonious breasts were revealed, firm, perfectly rounded, the skin so smooth and white that they seemed sculpted from virgin snow, the pink nipples like delicate flower petals, responding to the cool air of the room with a subtle tremor. The dress continued to slide, passing over her smooth hips that flowed into gentle curves, revealing her flat belly and the immaculate skin that descended to her long and well-toned legs, subtle muscles defining the elegant shape without excess, as if they had been molded by the gods' will to be the epitome of grace.
Ren Zu swallowed hard, the movement subtle, almost imperceptible, but the only sign that even he, with all his indifference, had been affected by the sight. His black eyes roamed her body slowly, with deep appreciation...
Feng Xue'er felt his gaze on her, the nervousness returning like a cold wave. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her heart beating so hard that it echoed in her ears. But then… she gathered courage. Her blue eyes, still shy, met his.
"I… I am all yours, husband…" She whispered, her voice trembling, but laden with a sincerity that made the words even more powerful.
She took a step forward, naked and vulnerable, but determined, her perfect body approaching him like a voluntary offering, the blush spreading over her entire snow-white skin, making her even more irresistible.
Ren Zu did not move immediately. His black eyes devoured her for another second, engraving every detail, every curve, every subtle glow on her skin. Then, with deliberate slowness, he extended his hands and pulled her to him, his arms encircling her slim waist, feeling the hypnotic softness against his body.
He captured her lips again, the kiss starting soft, but quickly deepening as his tongue invaded Feng Xue'er's mouth with patient skill, intertwining with hers in slow and sensual movements. She responded as best she could, inexperienced as she was, her shy tongue brushing his as if discovering a new world, his taste leaving her dizzy. As the kiss intensified, his hands guided her gently backward, pushing her carefully against the soft bed. She felt her back touch the white sheets, her body sinking into the thick mattress, and his weight positioning itself on top, without pressing hard, just enough for her to feel his warmth enveloping her. Her heart beat uncontrollably, echoing in her ears like a frantic drum, her hands trembling slightly as they rested on his chest, feeling the firm muscles under the fabric.
"This… this is happening…" thought Feng Xue'er, her entire body tingling, her stomach churning with agitated butterflies. She had never touched a man before in this way, never felt a body against hers. It was strange, scary… but exciting in a way that left her confused.
They stopped kissing for a moment.
"Xue'er…" Ren Zu murmured against her lips, his voice calm and low like a gentle breeze, breaking the kiss for an instant to look into her eyes.
"I need to prepare you… relax for me."
His reassuring tone, without any trace of urgency, calmed her like a balm, making the initial panic subside, her shoulders relaxing slightly under his comforting weight. Feng Xue'er nodded slowly, her blue eyes full of a mixture of shyness and innocent curiosity.
"Prepare…? What… what is he going to do…?" She thought, her body tense, but not resisting.
He began to trail kisses down her neck, his warm and soft lips brushing the snow-white skin, leaving a trail of heat that made her gasp softly, surprised by the electric sensation that spread down her spine. Descending slowly, a trail of light and warm kisses over her collarbone, her delicate shoulders, each one leaving a tingling trail that made her hold her breath. Then, he reached her breasts, modest but perfect, firm and rounded like divine sculptures, the skin smooth and white as virgin snow. His lips captured a pink nipple delicately, sucking with gentleness, his tongue swirling around it with gentle skill. Feng Xue'er moaned softly, a shy, surprised sound that escaped before she could contain it...
"Ah… this… this is…"
Her eyes closed tightly, her entire body trembling from a new, electric sensation that left her confused and embarrassed. Was it pleasure? Was it shame? She didn't know. Her hands rose instinctively to cover her mouth, her trembling fingers, while he alternated between her breasts, sucking and licking with patience, his teeth grazing lightly to test reactions.
At first, she was tense and rigid as ice because of the completely new situation, the nervousness making her arch her back involuntarily, the moans muffled by her own hand.
"This… this shouldn't be like this… it's so… so strange…"
Innocent and without experience, she couldn't comprehend the fire that was beginning to ignite in her belly.
"Mmm… ah…"
As he continued, gently squeezing her breasts with his hands, his fingers tracing light circles around the hardened nipples, her body began to relax. The pleasure emerged subtly at first, then became overwhelming, like snow melting into a hot river.
"Ah… hnn… this…" A murmur escaped her lips as she concluded in her thoughts: "This… this is good… so good…"
Her face flushed, her eyes half-closed, she surrendered completely to that touch that made her feel alive in a new way. Ren Zu descended further, leaving a trail of hot kisses over her flat and soft belly, over the smooth curve of her hips. Each kiss made her skin goosebump. When he reached her groin, Feng Xue'er panicked upon realizing his face so close, her eyes widening, her entire body tensing.
"No… there… not there…" She thought, embarrassed, trying to close her legs by instinct, the blush spreading over her entire body like fire.
However, he held her gently by the thighs, opening them carefully, and began to explore her with skill, his tongue tracing the outer lips with softness before diving slowly.
"Aah…!" Feng Xue'er moaned loudly, a surprised and shocked sound that echoed through the room. She brought both hands to her mouth, closing her eyes tightly, her entire body trembling.
The sensations overwhelmed her: the wet warmth of his mouth, his tongue moving with dexterity, stimulating the sensitive point with light circles that sent waves of pleasure throughout her body. It was intense, overwhelming, like a river of icy fire running through her veins, making her toes curl and her hips rise involuntarily.
As an innocent girl, she couldn't comprehend, was it pleasure? Was it shame? Was it all at once? Her muffled moans escaped between her fingers, her body writhing, surprised by her own reactions: the heat growing in her belly, the tingling that spread through her legs, the confused desire for more, even though the intensity almost hurt...
"Haa… ah… s-slower… nn…!"
He continued with skill, his tongue diving deeper, his lips maintaining a precise rhythm, while his fingers traced her thighs to help her relax, in a few moments, she relaxed completely and surrendered to the pleasure...
"Ah… N-no... Husband, this… is… so strange…" Feng Xue'er moaned even louder; her hands fell from her mouth, and her eyes opened, glazed, while she murmured: "Ah… no… this… is too much…!"
The pleasure grew quickly, like a blizzard, turning into an avalanche.
In a few minutes, she felt something break inside her, her entire body tensing, her muscles contracting, a muffled scream escaping when the first orgasm of her life hit her like an inevitable wave. Waves of ecstasy coursed through her, leaving her trembling and panting, her body relaxing completely against the sheets, her mind clouded by a sweet and exhausted peace.
But Ren Zu did not stop. His lips remained pressed against her intimacy, wet and sensitive after the first climax, his tongue resuming the rhythm with a mastery that seemed instinctive, as if he knew exactly how to draw each wave of pleasure without excessive haste. He sucked slowly, his lips sealing around the swollen clit, sucking with a gentle and rhythmic suction that sent electric shocks directly to the core of her body. His tongue, hot and flexible, traced slow and precise circles, alternating between flat and broad licks that covered the entire extent of the outer lips and quick, pointed touches on the most sensitive tip, as if painting a symphony of sensations over the delicate skin...
Feng Xue'er arched her back against the sheets, her body still trembling from the previous orgasm, but now the pleasure returned with renewed intensity, as if the fire he ignited refused to go out. Each suction made her belly contract, a delicious pressure building in the depths of her abdomen, spreading like hot roots through her thighs and even to her toes, which curled involuntarily. The warmth of his mouth enveloped her completely, wet and insistent, and she felt every movement of his tongue like a living caress, exploring folds she didn't even know existed, brushing the inner point with a subtle pressure that made her gasp, the air escaping in short and irregular bursts.
"Ah… hnn… Husband… it's… it's too much…" She moaned, her voice hoarse and broken, her hands descending to his hair, her fingers entangling in the dark strands without strength to pull, just to anchor herself while the pleasure dragged her like a current. The blush on her skin intensified, sweat beading on her forehead and the valley between her breasts, making each touch even more slippery and sensitive.
He accelerated his tongue slightly, now diving deeper, imitating a thrusting rhythm with the tip, while his lips vibrated against her with a low hum of suction, and that was enough to break the second barrier. The orgasm came faster this time, an explosion that made her convulse, her hips rising against his mouth, her inner muscles pulsing in rhythmic spasms that squeezed around the invading tongue.
"Haa… ahh! No... aaah!" The moan turned into a muffled scream, her body writhing in waves, the pleasure pouring out like hot lava through every vein, leaving her panting and limp, her blue eyes lost on the ceiling while stars danced in her peripheral vision.
Fortunately or unfortunately, Ren Zu continued, tireless, his skill revealing itself in deeper layers now. He changed the angle, slightly lifting her hips with his firm hands on her thighs, exposing her even more to his touch, and introduced a finger, curved with precision, sliding inside with torturous slowness that stretched her inner walls, finding the exact point that made her tremble. His tongue continued its work on the clit, now with vertical, long and insistent licks, alternating with stronger sucks that made a wet and obscene sound in the quiet air of the room. The finger moved in sync, curving to massage the interior with gentle circles, while a second finger joined, stretching her slowly, preparing her with a patience that contrasted with the growing urgency in her body.
The sensations overlapped now, a delicious chaos: the subtle filling of the fingers, brushing inner textures that sent sparks of raw pleasure up her spine; the surface suction, which made the clit pulse like an exposed heart; the constant heat of his breath against the wet skin. Feng Xue'er felt her entire body like a taut string, vibrating with each movement, the pleasure building in layers that left her on the brink of madness, her belly contracting in anticipation, her legs trembling around his head, unable to close or open completely.
"Mmm… ah… please… Husband… I… I can't take it… hnnn!" She murmured, the moans merging into a continuous flow, her nails digging lightly into his shoulders as the third orgasm approached, more intense than the previous ones, like a storm breaking. He intensified the suction, his fingers accelerating the internal rhythm in a curved and precise back-and-forth, and that took her to the abyss. The climax hit her with full force, her body arching in a perfect arc, her muscles contracting around his fingers in violent spasms, a spurt of liquid pleasure escaping while she screamed, her voice breaking into incoherent syllables.
"Aaah!… I… I'm… dying… haaa…!"
The ecstasy consumed her completely, endless waves coursing through every nerve, leaving her exhausted and floating, her body collapsing back onto the sheets in a tangle of trembling limbs and panting breath.
Ren Zu rose slowly, kneeling between her legs on the wide bed, the dark robes covering his body catching fire. Golden flames licked the fabric without emitting sound or excessive heat, consuming it in seconds as if the air itself devoured it. The ashes dissipated into the air, leaving him completely naked.
His body was a living sculpture of masculine perfection: defined muscles without excess, white and flawless skin that seemed to glow with an internal light, broad shoulders that tapered into a narrow waist, abdomen marked by precise lines that descended to the deep V that guided the gaze downward. And there, erect and throbbing, his member rose, enormous, thick as a woman's wrist, salient veins running along the length, the pink head glistening with a drop of pre-cum that reflected the golden light of the room.
Feng Xue'er, still panting and lost in the remnants of the previous pleasure, emerged from her reverie slowly. Her blue eyes, hazy and dreamy, roamed his body from bottom to top and then stopped.
She swallowed audibly.
The sound was loud in the silence of the room.
Her gaze fixed on the erect member, her eyes widening in pure, innocent, and frightened shock. Her breathing faltered, her chest rising and falling too quickly.
"This… this is going to enter me…?" The question didn't need to be thought to exist, it was stamped on her face: the blush covering her entire body intensified, her lips parted in a silent "o," her eyes fixed on that length that seemed impossible to accommodate.
Genuine fear and apprehension took hold of her.
She was a virgin, had never even touched a man before, and that… that was immense. Her head shook slightly from side to side, almost imperceptibly, as if denying the reality before her eyes. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles white, her entire body contracting in a mixture of panic and fascination.
"Husband…" She whispered, her voice trembling: "This… this is… too big… I… I don't know if I can… if I can handle it…"
The fear was palpable, not of rejection, but of potential pain, of something that her small and delicate body might not withstand. Her blue eyes filled with tears again, not of sadness, but of vulnerability. She looked at him, pleading, seeking reassurance in that black gaze that always calmed her.
Ren Zu did not laugh, he just leaned over her again, supporting himself on one arm beside her head, the other hand gently caressing her cheek.
"Shhh…" He murmured, his voice low and reassuring like a caress. "I won't hurt you. Never."
He kissed her forehead, then her eyelids, then the tip of her nose, small, gentle gestures that made her body relax gradually, even with the fear still present.
"We'll go slow…" He murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "You decide the pace. If it hurts… we stop. I promise."
Feng Xue'er nodded slowly, still trembling, but trusting him. Because he had never lied. Because he had always been gentle when she needed it most...
Ren Zu kept his gaze fixed on her eyes, deep and calm, as he positioned himself carefully between Feng Xue'er's open legs. He held the base of his own member with one hand, the hot and throbbing skin contrasting with the softness of hers. Slowly, he guided the thick and rounded head until it touched the still swollen and wet lower lips from the previous pleasure. The initial contact was just a gentle pressure, a deliberate brush that made both of them gasp at the same time.
His head slid slowly up and down along her delicate slit, spreading her natural moisture over the rigid length, lubricating every inch. The wet warmth of her lips embraced the glans with each pass, creating a slippery and delicious friction that made his member throb visibly. Feng Xue'er trembled beneath him, her inner thighs contracting involuntarily with each brush, her sensitive clit being lightly stimulated whenever the head passed over it.
"Ah… hnn…" She let out a low moan, her hips moving a little upward without her realizing, seeking more of that contact.
Ren Zu continued the movement, now pressing a bit more with each pass, making the thick head slightly open the outer lips, stretching the tiny pink entrance. The tightness was immediate and intense, she was extremely tight, her inner walls still contracted from the recent orgasms, but wet enough to allow the glans to begin forcing its way in. He felt the scalding heat that enveloped him, the way her lips opened slowly around him, resisting and yielding at the same time...
"You are… perfect…" He murmured, his voice hoarse with restraint, the muscles in his arms tensed as he held back from advancing too quickly.
When the head finally passed through the ring of muscles at the entrance, Feng Xue'er let out a louder moan, almost a sob of surprise mixed with pleasure.
"Aah…! Husband… it's… entering…"
Her body contracted around the glans, squeezing with almost painful force for him, a grip so perfect that Ren Zu had to close his eyes for a second, breathing deeply to maintain control. He stopped there, leaving only the head inside, giving her time to adjust. The inner walls pulsed around him, hot, soft, and incredibly narrow, as if trying to expel him and at the same time pull him deeper...
He advanced a little more, centimeter by centimeter, feeling every inner fold open and mold to his shape. Blood began to trickle slowly, a vivid red stream that stained the white sheets and the base of his member, the silent proof of the purity being offered. Feng Xue'er arched her back, her nails digging into his broad shoulders.
"Haa… it hurts… but… ah… it's also… good…" Her voice came out broken, trembling, her blue eyes half-closed and full of tears that did not fall.
Ren Zu continued slowly, pushing deeper. The enormous member stretched her inner walls to the limit, creating an absolute sensation of fullness that made her belly contract tremendously. He felt the tightness change with each advance: tighter at the entrance, then a bit more yielding in the middle, but always hot, always pulsing, always perfect. The blood facilitated the slide now, mixing with her moisture, making each movement more slippery.
When he reached halfway, he stopped again, letting her breathe. Her body trembled entirely, her breasts rising and falling quickly, her hardened nipples brushing against his chest with each inhalation.
"You're taking me so well, Xue'er…" he whispered, kissing her sweaty forehead. "So tight… so hot… I've never felt anything like it."
She responded with a long and low moan.
"Mmm… continue… please… I want… all of it…"
Ren Zu obeyed. He advanced further, feeling her inner walls miraculously open around him, yielding space to the impressive length. The grip was almost unbearable in how good it was, every inch that entered was enveloped by a hot and silky warmth that massaged him entirely, her involuntary contractions squeezing and releasing as if her body knew exactly how to give him pleasure.
When he finally reached the bottom, the base of his member pressed against her outer lips, both let out a simultaneous sigh. He was completely inside, almost thirty centimeters of length buried to the limit, the cervix being gently touched by the thick head. The blood still trickled slowly down the sides, but now mixed with an abundant moisture that showed how much her body responded despite the initial pain.
Because of his unique physique, the moment his entire member disappeared into her depths, Feng Xue'er climaxed...
"Aaahhh…!"
The orgasm came as a violent and immediate wave. Her inner walls contracted in strong spasms around him, squeezing with such force that Ren Zu grunted low, his teeth clenched, fighting not to lose control. Her pleasure was so intense that her entire body convulsed, her hips rising against him, her inner muscles pulsing rhythmically, milking the buried member as if they wanted to extract everything from him. Tears streamed from the corners of her blue eyes, but her face was of pure ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream that turned into hoarse moans.
"Haa… hnn... don't stop… ahh…"
Ren Zu felt every contraction, every spasm, every hot and wet pulse that enveloped him. The grip was indescribably hot, silky, tight to the point of almost hurting in how good it was. He remained still for a few seconds, letting her ride the waves of orgasm while he adjusted to the sensation of being completely inside her.
When her spasms began to subside, he leaned in and captured her lips in a slow and deep kiss, still buried to the bottom, their bodies pressed together, sweaty, trembling together.
"You are mine… completely mine now…" He murmured against her mouth, his voice laden with something that seemed like reverence and pure desire at the same time.
Ren Zu remained still for a few more seconds, allowing the last tremors of her orgasm to dissipate around him. The member still throbbed deeply buried, enveloped by the tight heat and the gentle contractions that seemed to caress every salient vein. He tilted his face until his forehead touched hers, breathing the same panting air, his black eyes fixed on her hazy and tear-filled blue ones of ecstasy.
Then, slowly, he began to move.
The first thrust was minimal: just a few centimeters back, almost exiting, before sliding back in with torturous slowness. The movement made the residual blood and her moisture mix even more, creating a wet and low sound that echoed in the silent room. Feng Xue'er arched her back immediately, a long moan escaping her parted lips.
"Ah… hnn… Husband…"
He repeated the movement, now a little deeper, withdrawing to halfway before returning to the bottom with controlled firmness. Each withdrawal stretched her inner walls deliciously, each return filled her completely, the thick head brushing the most sensitive point at the bottom, sending shocks of pleasure that made her thighs tremble. The tightness was so intense that Ren Zu felt every inner fold molding to his shape, massaging him with a hot and rhythmic pressure that forced him to breathe deeply to maintain control.
"You feel this…?" He murmured, his voice hoarse against her ear. "Feel how you envelop me… so tight… so hot…"
"Mmm… yes… ah… I feel everything… you're… so deep…" She responded between moans, her hands rising along his back, her jade fingers digging into the muscular skin while her body adjusted to the slow rhythm.
He gradually increased the speed. The thrusts became longer, more fluid: he withdrew almost entirely, leaving only the head inside, before plunging back to the limit, the base softly hitting against her swollen outer lips. The friction was perfect now, lubricated by the initial blood, her abundant arousal, and the sweat that began to bead on both their bodies. Each thrust made her modest breasts bounce slightly, her hardened nipples brushing against his chest, adding layers of sensation.
Feng Xue'er embraced him tightly, her slender arms encircling his broad neck, her legs wrapping around his waist as if she wanted to merge completely. Her nails scratched his back in long red lines, not from pain, but from a pleasure so intense that her mind began to unravel, reduced to pure sensations: the absolute filling, the heat spreading from her belly to every extremity, the constant brush of the thick head against her cervix, the delicious friction that made her clit pulse even without direct touch.
"Ah… more… faster… please… hnn…!" She begged, her voice broken into continuous moans, her face buried in his neck, nibbling the salty skin.
Ren Zu obeyed. The thrusts gained speed and strength, the wet sound of their union becoming louder, rhythmic, accompanying her moans. He held her slim hips with his large hands, guiding her to meet each movement, deepening the angle so the head brushed exactly where she needed it most. The pleasure for him was overwhelming: the hot and pulsing grip that enveloped him with each entry, the involuntary contractions that seemed to suck the member inward, the slippery heat that allowed him to slide easily despite the size.
"Xue'er… you are… incredible… so wet… so tight… squeezing me like this…" He grunted low, his voice trembling with restraint, the muscles in his arms and abdomen tensed as he accelerated even more.
She responded only with moans, her entire body moving in sync with his, her hips rising to meet each thrust, the scratches on his back becoming deeper, marking the skin with red lines that he didn't even feel, lost in the absolute pleasure of being inside her.
"Ah… hnn… Husband… I… I'm going to… again… aaah!"
The room filled with their sounds: the heavy breathing, the broken moans, the rhythmic impact of bodies, the wet sound of deep penetration. Ren Zu felt his own pleasure building at the base of his spine, her tightening intensifying with each thrust, as if her body knew he was close to the limit.
He slowed the rhythm for an instant, wanting to prolong, but Feng Xue'er tightened her legs around him, pulling him deeper.
"Don't stop… please… don't stop… I want to feel you… all… inside me… haa…!"
Those words broke his last thread of control. The thrusts returned with full force, deep and fast, the base hitting against her with each movement, the entire member disappearing and reappearing in a frantic rhythm. His pleasure exploded in waves: the wet heat that enveloped him, the grip that massaged every inch, her contractions that seemed to milk him.
"Xue'er… I… I'm going to cum… inside you…" He warned, his voice hoarse and low, almost a growl.
"Yes… please… inside… fill me… Husband… aaah!"
He buried himself to the bottom one last time, his entire body tensing. The orgasm hit him like a violent wave: the member throbbed strongly inside her, spurting hot and thick jets directly against her cervix, filling her completely. Each pulsation was accompanied by a low grunt from him, his muscles contracted, his hips pressed against hers to not let even a drop escape.
Feng Xue'er climaxed along with him, the orgasm triggered by the heat of his semen flooding her interior, by the strong contractions that made her feel every jet. Her body convulsed violently, her inner walls squeezing around him in rhythmic spasms, milking every drop while she screamed.
"Aaahhh…! Husband… I feel… hot… so hot… hnn… that's coming… again…!"
The two remained glued together, trembling together, his member still pulsing inside her, releasing the last jets while her orgasm extended in long and sweet waves.
Ren Zu remained inside her for long minutes, still semi-hard, feeling the soft and rhythmic contractions of her body around him while both caught their breath. The hot semen he had spilled began to trickle slowly out, mixing with the residual blood and her abundant arousal, creating a sticky and intimate sensation at the junction of their bodies. He kissed her sweaty forehead, then her parted lips, and murmured against the hot skin:
"Can you handle more, Xue'er?"
She opened her blue eyes, still glazed and dreamy, but now with a new spark shining in them, something hungry, almost wild. The blush on her face was no longer just from shame, but from desire. She nodded slowly, biting her lower lip before whispering with a hoarse voice:
"I want… more… Husband… don't stop… I need you… again…"
Those words, said with a boldness that even she didn't expect, made Ren Zu smile sideways, a dangerous and satisfied smile. He withdrew slowly, the still thick and slippery member exiting with a wet sound that made her moan from immediate loss. The sudden emptiness made her squirm, her thighs closing instinctively as if wanting to keep him inside.
He turned her gently onto her side, lying behind her in a spooning position. One large hand held her upper thigh, lifting it to make space, while the other slid under her body, squeezing one breast with possessive firmness. He aligned the member again at the still sensitive and swollen entrance, rubbing the thick head against the wet lips before pushing slowly.
The penetration in this position was different, deeper, more intimate. The head brushed a new point inside her, pressing against the front wall, sending an oblique sensation of fullness that made her arch her back against his chest.
"Ahhh… like this… so deep… Husband… I feel you… hitting here…" She moaned, her voice trembling with new pleasure, one hand descending to hold his wrist while he penetrated her to the bottom.
He began to move slowly, long and controlled thrusts, each withdrawal almost complete before returning with contained force. The angle made the thick head constantly massage that sensitive inner point, creating waves of pleasure that rose up her spine like electricity.
Feng Xue'er turned her face back, seeking his lips, kissing him hungrily while moaning against his mouth.
"Harder… please…"
He obeyed. The thrusts gained speed and depth, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room along with her moans, louder and more uninhibited. He squeezed her breast harder, his thumb circling the hardened nipple while the other hand descended to her clit, massaging it in quick circles. The double stimulation took her to the limit in minutes.
"Haa… that's coming… again… ahhh!"
She climaxed trembling violently against him, her inner walls squeezing with rhythmic force around the member, milking him while he continued to thrust through her orgasm. His pleasure grew quickly with the tightness, but he held back, wanting to prolong.
Without giving her time to recover, he turned her onto her stomach, lifting her hips with his large hands. Feng Xue'er supported herself on her forearms, her face buried in the pillow, her black hair spread like ink over the white sheets. He knelt behind her, aligned the member, and penetrated all at once to the bottom.
"Aaahhh!"
The position allowed maximum penetration, the head hitting directly against her cervix with each deep thrust. The angle made her feel every salient vein brushing her inner walls, creating an intense and constant friction that drove her crazy.
Ren Zu held her hips tightly, pulling her back against each thrust, the wet and rhythmic sound filling the room.
Feng Xue'er was no longer the shy girl. She pushed her hips back, meeting each thrust with eagerness, moaning loudly and without shame.
"More… deeper… fill me again… I want to feel that hot liquid… inside… haa…!"
He accelerated, the rhythm becoming almost wild, sweat running down his defined muscles as he pounded against her. His pleasure was at the limit: the hot and pulsing grip, her contractions that seemed to suck every inch, the way she surrendered completely.
He buried himself to the bottom one last time, his entire body tensing. The orgasm came strong, hot and thick jets filling her again, pulsing deeply while he grunted low against her back. Feng Xue'er climaxed along with him, her body convulsing, her inner walls squeezing rhythmically, milking every drop while she screamed his name.
"Aaahhh… hot… so full… I feel… everything… hnnn…!"
He remained inside her, pulsing the last jets, the two panting and sweaty.
But that was just the beginning, at his request, Feng Xue'er would lead this time. She didn't even refuse when she heard his idea, her blue eyes now shining with insatiable desire, and she gently pushed him to lie on his back.
Ren Zu smiled, letting himself be guided. She climbed on top of him, her slender thighs spread around his broad hips, her small hands supported on his muscular chest. She held the still hard and slippery member, aligned it with herself, and descended slowly, swallowing it entirely with a long and satisfied moan.
"Mmm…"
She began to move, rising and falling slowly at first, feeling every inch slide in and out, the angle allowing the head to brush exactly where she wanted. Soon she accelerated, her hips rotating in circles while rising and falling, her breasts bouncing slightly with each movement. Ren Zu held her hips, helping her maintain the rhythm, his thumbs pressing her clit while she rode.
Feng Xue'er was lost, her mind melted into pure pleasure, her body moving by instinct, becoming bolder, more voracious. She leaned forward, kissing him hungrily, biting his lower lip while moaning against his mouth.
"You're so big… you fill me so much… I want more… always more… haa…!"
Her rhythm became frantic, rising and falling with force, the wet sound of their union echoing loudly. Ren Zu felt the pleasure building again, her hot and rhythmic grip taking him to the limit once more.
"Xue'er… you're going to make me cum again…"
"Yes... fill me until I overflow… aaah!"
She descended with force one last time, rotating her hips while climaxing violently, her inner walls squeezing in strong spasms. That took him along: the member pulsed deeply inside her, spurting more hot semen, filling her until it trickled down the sides, mixing with what was already there.
"Aaahhh… yes… hot… so full… Husband… I love this… hnnn…!"
She collapsed onto his chest, panting, sweaty, trembling with residual pleasure, but with a satisfied and addicted smile on her lips. The two remained like that, glued together, his member still inside her, pulsing softly while the room filled only with the sound of heavy breaths and the sweet and musky smell of sex.
But that was just the beginning of that day...
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