Admit it?
The audacity of this man, this... impostor, to presume he could unravel me with such base manipulations.
My cunt—oh, how I loathed the word even as it echoed in my thoughts—clenched involuntarily around his invading fingers, a traitorous spasm that sent a fresh wave of slick warmth coating his hand.
The wet schlk-schlk-schlk filled the chamber like a profane rhythm, each thrust curling deeper, brushing against walls I had never known could ignite such fire.
His thumb flicked my clit again, sharp and insistent, each snap like a spark on dry tinder, building that infernal pressure until my thighs quivered despite my iron will.
Born for this? Preposterous.
I was Elder Feng Lianhua, forged in the crucibles of Nascent Soul tribulations, not some vessel destined for carnal debasement.
Yet the heat... it spread like venom through my veins, my skin flushing beneath the faint curls he toyed with, tugging them as if they were chains binding me to this degradation.
Evidence, he called them—proof of my body's betrayal.
I would end this farce soon, shatter him with a mere thought, but... curiosity held me.
What sorcery made my body leak thus, defying all logic?
His fingers drove on, relentless, the intrusion now a pounding force that made my inner walls flutter and grip, slick sounds growing louder—
schlk-schlk-schlk—
as if mocking my resistance.
My breath came in short, unwilling gasps, the pressure coiling tighter, my clit throbbing under each flick of his thumb, sending jolts that made my hips buck once, twice, against my command.
Disdain warred with an alien hunger; lust was for the weak, a chaotic mess of fluids and cries, yet here it clawed at me, demanding surrender.
I narrowed my eyes, voice emerging like frost despite the fire building within.
"You presume to lecture me on destiny? This... this is nothing but illusion. Cease, or—"
He stopped.
Abruptly, utterly, his fingers withdrawing from my depths with a wet, sucking pop that left me... empty.
The sudden absence was a shock, my cunt clenching around nothing, a trickle of my own arousal dripping down my thighs in shameful evidence.
Confusion clouded my mind—why halt now, when his vulgar rhythm had been so insistent?
His eyes, dark and probing, fixed on his hand, now glistening with my essence... and something else.
A smear of crimson, stark against his skin. Blood? My blood?
"Were you a virgin?" he asked, his tone laced with genuine surprise, brows furrowing as he examined his fingers.
Virgin? The word hung absurd, a relic from mortal follies I had long transcended.
But the sight of that red streak confused me further—had I been wounded?
My cultivation should have healed any minor tear instantaneously.
Eyes narrowing to slits, I sat up sharply, ignoring the way my full breasts shifted with the motion, heavy and flushed from his earlier attentions.
"What is that thing?" I demanded, voice sharp as a glacial wind, pointing at the blood on his hand. "Did you attack me? Some hidden blade in your trickery?"
He moved like lightning—before I could summon even a flicker of qi to blast him away, his mouth sealed over mine in a fierce kiss, lips crashing against my own with bruising force.
The taste of him invaded me—salt and heat, his tongue pushing past my parted lips to tangle with mine, demanding submission.
My hands rose instinctively to shove him back, but he caught them in one swift motion, pinning both above my head against the headboard with a single, unyielding grip.
His strength was unnatural, enhanced by whatever devilry fueled him, holding me captive as his free hand trailed down my body once more.
I could have ended it there.
Pushed him? A mere flick of my Nascent Soul power would have sent him crashing into the walls, reduced to bloody rags and shattered bone.
Hell, a thought alone could summon chains of ice to bind him, flay him alive.
But... I wanted to see his trickery.
This heat, this inexplicable leaking from my core—it defied reason.
Lust was nonsensical, a tainted whirl of bodies slapping and entering forbidden places, yet it gnawed at me, curiosity overriding disdain.
Let him reveal his hand; I would crush him after.
"Ahhh..."
The gasp escaped unbidden as his fingers plunged back into my pussy—not one, but two, thick and insistent, stretching me wide with a slick, burning entry.
Shlkk!
The sound was obscene, my walls parting around him, clenching instinctively as he drove them deep.
My body heated instantly, like a furnace ignited, skin flushing from my marble-pale chest down to my thighs, a feverish warmth spreading that made no sense.
Why? I was Elder Feng Lianhua—untouched, unyielding—yet my cunt leaked profusely now, arousal gushing around his fingers in hot, slick waves, dripping down my ass and pooling beneath me.
Confusion swirled in my mind; this was not pain, not injury, but a building pressure that made my hips twitch, seeking more despite myself.
"What... sorcery... is this?" I managed between gasps, my voice breaking as his fingers started to fuck me in earnest—pumping in and out with ruthless rhythm, curling to hit that sensitive inner wall over and over.
Schlk-schlk-schlk—
the wet, rhythmic sounds filled the room, each thrust sending fresh leaks from my core, my pubic hair matted and glistening, framing the betrayal like the "evidence" he had mocked.
He didn't answer with words.
Instead, his mouth descended again, sealing my protests with another kiss—deep, devouring, his tongue invading like a conqueror, tasting my confusion and drawing out muffled moans I could not suppress.
"Mmmphh..."
My body arched against my will, pinned hands straining futilely above me, breasts heaving as the heat intensified.
His fingers pounded harder now, knuckles brushing my clit with every plunge, the dual sensation making my pussy clench and flutter wildly.
I leaked more, uncontrollably, the slickness coating his hand, dripping in obscene rivulets—why was my body doing this?
Lust was tainted nonsense, a mess of fluids and cries, yet here it was, my core heating like molten qi, betraying centuries of purity.
I wanted to push him away, to end this farce, but the curiosity held—the need to understand this "trickery" that made my flesh burn and leak like a broken dam.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck, nipping at the skin with teasing bites that left faint red marks—hickeys, as mortals called them—before reaching my breast.
His mouth latched onto my nipple without mercy, teeth sinking in with a sharp, merciless bite that made me cry out.
"Ahhhh—!"
Pain and pleasure exploded in tandem, the nipple hardening instantly under the assault, swelling as he sucked and bit, leaving purple bruises blooming across the pale swell of my tit.
All the while, his fingers never stopped—pounding into my pussy with brutal force, schlk-schlk-schlk echoing louder, faster, his thumb now joining to flick my clit in rapid, punishing bursts.
Each flick sent jolts through me, my body heating impossibly further, pussy leaking in gushing spurts that soaked the sheets beneath us.
I didn't understand—my core throbbed, clenching around his fingers like it craved more, the wetness pouring out as if my body had sprung a leak I could not seal.
Confusion drowned in the rising tide; why did this feel... good?
Tainted, yes, but the heat built relentlessly, my hips bucking against his hand despite my pinned state, breaths coming in ragged gasps.
He bit down harder on my nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before sucking it deep into his mouth, tongue swirling mercilessly while his fingers fucked me without pause—plunging deep, curling to scrape that inner spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.
"Nhhh—ahhh... stop... what is... happening..." I gasped, voice fracturing as my pussy leaked even more, the slick sounds turning sloppier, schlk-schlk-schlk filling my ears like a shameful confession.
My body was on fire now, skin burning, core pulsing with each thrust and flick, the pressure coiling tighter until I could barely think.
Hickeys bloomed across my breast like battle scars, purple and raw from his bites, yet the pain twisted into something else—something that made my cunt clench harder, leaking profusely as if begging for release.
I could have ended him with a flick—sent him crashing into rags against the wall—but I held back, trapped in the web of my own curiosity.
What was this trickery that made my virgin body heat and leak like a common whore?
The confusion consumed me, even as the pleasure built to a shattering peak, my cries echoing unchecked in the chamber.
He pulled back from my nipple with a wet pop, the flesh red and marked, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction as his fingers pounded on—deeper, faster, thumb flicking my clit without mercy.
"Feel it, Elder? Your body's awakening—leaking for me, heating like it was always meant to. Born to be fucked, remember?"
His voice was a rasp, but I could only gasp, my pussy clenching wildly, leaking in floods as the world blurred into heat and confusion.