The guard didn't have to stand all night fully awake—he could rest—but his position was at the outskirts, on the edge of the camp. From there, he could notice any approaching danger early and warn the others, giving them time to wake up and defend themselves. Since the guard couldn't afford to fall into a deep sleep, he had to stay lightly alert.
That night, it was Lian's turn to be on guard. He was still recovering from previous injuries and had relatively low strength, but he had healed enough to handle basic duties. Fortunately, on guard duty, he didn't need to fight—just watch and stay alert.
Because the past few days had been exhausting—filled with long hours of exploring in search of rare herbs—everyone was tired. Lian, feeling capable and wanting to help, volunteered to take the guard shift that night. It was mostly about staying alert rather than action, so it was manageable even for someone recovering like him.
Lian feigned sleep, his breathing slow and even. He heard the rustle of fabric, the softest pad of bare feet on moss.
Xia stood over him, her form silhouetted by the dying embers. She was trembling. For a minute, she just watched him, her lower lip caught between her teeth. Then, driven by a guilt that had twisted into a desperate, hungry curiosity, she knelt.
Her small, cool hand touched his stomach, making him jump internally. She froze, but when he didn't stir, her courage returned. Her fingers trailed down, through the coarse hair, until her fingertips brushed the base of his soft cock.
A sharp intake of breath from her. She wrapped her hand around him, her grip tentative at first, then firmer as she felt him respond, thickening and lengthening under her touch. It was like holding living velvet over steel. She stared, mesmerized, as his dick grew to its full, daunting size in her fist, the head swelling and darkening.
She began to move her hand, a slow, clumsy stroke. Her other hand came up to her mouth, biting her knuckle to stifle any sound. Her eyes were locked on the sight of her own small hand jerking him off, on the way his cock glistened in the low light as precum beaded at the tip. Her own core clenched, a sudden, slick heat blooming between her legs that had nothing to do with guilt.
Her strokes grew bolder, faster. She leaned closer, her breath puffing against the sensitive head. Lian let out a low, sleepy groan, arching his hips slightly into her grip. The vibration seemed to shatter her last restraint.
With a frantic, hurried motion, she tightened her fist and worked him harder, her wrist twisting on the upstroke. Lian's body tensed. A guttural silent sound ripped from his throat as his cock pulsed violently in her hand. Thick, hot streams of cum shot out, splattering across her fingers, her wrist, dripping onto his stomach with wet, obscene sounds.
Xia gasped, staring at the sticky white proof of what she'd done. She snatched her hand back as if burned, cum dripping from her trembling fingers. She looked from her soiled hand to his seemingly sleeping face, a chaotic mess of shame, shock, and a thrilling, electric excitement coursing through her.
….
Lian feigned the deep, even breaths of sleep, but every nerve in his body was pulled taut as a bowstring. The warm stickiness of his own cum was cooling on his stomach, and Xia's faint, floral scent mixed with the musk of sex hung in the air around his bedroll. He heard her shaky exhale, the soft shhhk of her rubbing her soiled hand against her robe.
Then, a different sound.
A slow, tentative inhale, close to his hip.
Through slitted eyes, he saw her. She was still kneeling beside him, her wide eyes fixed on his cock, which lay spent but already stirring again against his thigh. The strange energy inside him was a constant thrum now, a low-grade heat that fed his vitality and, apparently, his refractory period. A fresh bead of clear precum welled at the tip, catching the faint glow of the embers.
Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips.
Guilt and hunger warred openly on her face. The guilt was a fleeting shadow, quickly swallowed by a darker, more curious need. Her fingers, now cleanish, reached out. Not to stroke, but to trace the thick vein running along the underside of his shaft. Her touch was feather-light, a whisper against his sensitive skin.
Lian forced himself to remain limp, to keep his breathing slow.
Just a little more, he thought, the predator in him holding perfectly still.
Her head dipped lower. Her breath, warm and quick, washed over the head of his dick. He felt the faintest, wet touch—the tip of her tongue, tasting the salty-bitter precum. She made a tiny, choked sound in her throat, part surprise, part thrill.
Then she took him into her mouth.
It wasn't skilled. It was hesitant, exploratory. Just the broad head, her lips stretching awkwardly around his girth. A soft suck sound followed, tentative and wet. Her tongue swirled clumsily, and the sensation—the incredible, velvet-hot suction—shot straight to Lian's balls.
He couldn't pretend anymore.
A low groan tore from his throat, this one entirely real. His hips jerked upward instinctively, sliding another inch deeper into her mouth. Xia's eyes flew open in panic, meeting his. He wasn't asleep. He'd been awake the whole time.
She tried to pull back, gagging slightly at the sudden intrusion, but Lian's hands snapped up. One tangled in the hair at the back of her head, not yanking, but holding firm. The other cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking over her flushed skin.
"Shhh," he breathed, his voice rough with sleep and desire. "Don't stop."
Her eyes were huge, frightened pools in the dark. But she didn't fight his grip. She stayed there, his dick resting on her tongue, his taste in her mouth. He saw the moment curiosity overrode panic. Her throat worked as she swallowed, and she relaxed her jaw a fraction.
"That's it," Lian whispered, applying the gentlest pressure on her head. "Just like that. Take it."
He guided her down, watching her lips stretch wider to accommodate him. Slurp. Gllrk. The sounds were obscene, beautiful. Spit dripped from the corners of her mouth, slicking his length. She began to move, a slow, unsteady bob of her head, learning the rhythm his hands suggested.
"Fuck, Xia," he gritted out, the pleasure coiling tight in his gut. "Your mouth is so fucking good."
Her moan vibrated around his cock, a sensation that made his toes curl. He took over, fucking upward into the wet heat of her throat. It was shallow at first, then deeper. Schlllp. Glrk. Her nose pressed into his pubic hair. She gagged, tears springing to her eyes, but he didn't stop.
"Breathe through your nose," he instructed, his own breath coming in sharp gasps. He pulled her all the way off, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his shining dick. "Now open wide."
She did, panting, her face a mess of tears and spit. He pushed back in, deeper this time, holding her head still as he thrust. Guh-guh-glk. She struggled, her hands flying up to clutch at his wrists, but her grip was weak, pliant. The resistance, the sheer taboo of it, made his blood burn hotter.
He leaned down, his lips close to her ear as he pistoned into her mouth. "Is Luo sleeping?" he taunted, voice a dark rumble.
Her whole body flinched. A fresh wave of guilt and fear spasmed through her, her cunt clenching emptily miles away. She tried to shake her head, a muffled whimper escaping around his girth.
"He is, isn't he?" Lian continued, fucking her face with steady, deep strokes. Splorch. Slurp. "Right over there. While you're here, choking on my cock. Do you think he'd like to see this? See how pretty you look with your throat full?"
Tears streamed down her cheeks, cutting through the shine of saliva. But even as she cried, her tongue began to move again, flattening against his shaft, lapping at him as he slid in and out. The guilt in her eyes fractured, then melted, replaced by a dazed, overwhelming pleasure. She was surrendering to it, to him.
Lian felt her throat muscles spasm, trying to accommodate him. He pulled her all the way down until his pelvis met her lips, his cock buried to the root. He held her there, her nose crushed against him, her body trembling. Hnnngk… she gurgled, her eyes rolling back.
"Take it," he growled, finally letting her up for a ragged gasp of air before plunging back in. "Take every fucking inch."
The wet, messy sounds filled the tiny space around them—the slick friction of her mouth, the guttural noises from her throat, his own harsh breathing. He was close. The tight, constricting heat of her throat was too much. He fucked her mouth faster, harder, a brutal, driving rhythm that had her drooling uncontrollably.
"I'm gonna cum," he warned, his fingers tightening in her hair. "Gonna fill that pretty throat. Swallow it."