It's… really growing…
Sheng Qianying's cheeks burned as she tried her best, her lips wrapped gently around Ye Xian's cock. At first, it had felt warm and soft—almost harmless—but now… now it was changing. The more she moved, the more she kissed and sucked as he guided her, the more it stirred and pulsed in her mouth, like a sleeping beast awakening from a deep slumber.
It's getting harder… and… bigger…
Her eyes widened slightly as she felt it twitch and expand against her tongue. She struggled a bit, adjusting her angle, using her hand to help hold what her lips couldn't handle. It felt hot, alive, and stubborn. Each time it throbbed, her heart skipped. Her mouth could barely keep up.
The memory flashed in her mind—Ye Ling'er knocking on the door, and in her panic, she had accidentally clenched down on Ye Xian's dragon so hard it was as if she almost crushed it into paste. She remembered the sharp hiss of pain he let out. It was partly her fault. They had been so lost in the moment when Ye Ling'er knocked on Ye Xian's door, and she had squeezed him tightly while he was still deep inside her cave.
I hurt him… I squeezed too hard…
Her chest tightened with guilt, but also a strange resolve. I'll make it better now… even if it's my first time…
She looked up at him—Ye Xian's face, eyes clouded with warmth and restraint. He was holding back for her. That made her want to try harder.
She adjusted her lips, focused on the tip—pressing soft kisses and letting her tongue swirl gently. The dragon twitched again, harder this time. He's waking up completely…
Her jaw ached slightly, but she didn't stop. Even if it's big… even if I'm clumsy… I'll take care of you.
In that quiet, heated moment, Sheng Qianying felt something shift—not just in her hands or mouth, but in her heart. She was no longer just making up for a mistake.
"Qianying—!"
She pulled back, lips glistening, eyes hazy with a mix of pride and shyness. "Did I… do it right?"
Ye Xian stared at her, chest heaving. Right?She'd just unraveled him with nothing but earnest enthusiasm and that sinful, clueless mouth.
'This woman… she'll be the death of me.'
The dragon—no longer weak, no longer frightened—had fully returned to glory. And it was all thanks to her.
Ye Xian settled between Qianying's thighs, his hands gripping her hips as he guided himself to her pussy. She was already wet, her body welcoming him eagerly. With a slow, deep push, he slid inside, watching as her back arched, her fingers clutching the pillow beneath her head.
"Ahhh~!"Her breath hitched, her lips parting in a soft moan.
He moved carefully at first, rocking his hips in steady strokes, letting her adjust to his size. But soon, the rhythm grew faster, harder—each thrust drawing another sweet sound from her lips.
Ye Xian couldn't help but smile at her flushed face—the way her brows furrowed in pleasure, the way her breath came in shaky gasps. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep kiss.
Qianying responded instantly, her arms circling his neck, pulling him closer. Their mouths moved together, hot and desperate, even as his hips never stopped their relentless pace.
"Ye Xian…" she whimpered against his lips, her nails lightly scraping his shoulders.
"You feel so good," he murmured, thrusting deeper, making her gasp.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in even tighter. The wet, slick sounds of their joining filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths. Every movement sent waves of pleasure through them both—her walls clenching around him, his cock driving into her with increasing urgency.
She could feel it—Ye Xian's 'dragon' was fiercer than before. It throbbed with renewed strength and stubborn resilience, far harder and more unyielding than during their last encounter.
He could feel her tightening, her body trembling beneath him. "Don't hold back," he growled, fingers digging into her hips.
Ahhh~!
Qianying's moans turned into desperate cries, her body shaking as pleasure took control. Her back arched, pressing her breast against Ye Xian's as her climax hit—hard. Warm juices gushed around his cock, her tight walls squeezing him in rhythmic pulses. She trembled beneath him, fingers digging into his arms, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Ye Xian groaned, watching her fall apart. The way she clenched around him, so hot and slick, drove him wild. His hips snapped forward, harder and faster, chasing his own release.
His thrusts turned rough, uncontrolled—no more patience, just pure need. Then, with a low growl, he buried himself to the hilt, holding her hips tight as his own climax ripped through him.
Hot bursts of his yang essence pumped deep inside her, each pulse making her whimper. He stayed there, pressed flush against her, letting every last drop spill into her core.
Qianying's legs trembled around his waist, keeping him close. She felt so full—stretched, used, and completely claimed.
When he finally pulled out, a slick trail followed, dripping down her thighs. Sheng Qianying lay there, breathless, skin flushed, her body still twitching from the aftershocks.
.
.
.
Ye Xian guided Sheng Qianying onto her hands and knees, his hands gripping her slim waist as he positioned himself behind her. The moment he pushed inside, her soft, round ass jiggled with each thrust—plush yet firm under his rough movements.
Slap~ Slap~ Slap~
The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room. Qianying gasped as he drove deeper than before, each stroke brushing against her womb, sending electric pleasure up her spine. Her full breasts swayed beneath her, bouncing with every powerful snap of his hips.
Squelch~
Squelch~
Ye Xian grabbed her arm, pulling her back against him as he fucked her harder. Qianying moaned, her voice breaking as pleasure overwhelmed her. She could feel him everywhere—stretching her, filling her, claiming her.
"Y-Ye Xian~!"
Her body trembled, sweat glistening on their skin. He didn't slow down, pounding into her with relentless need. Then—
"Ahhn~!"
Sheng Qianying orgasm first. Her body clenched around him, tight and trembling, as her climax rushed through her in warm waves. A breathy cry escaped her lips—high and sweet—as pleasure pulsed through her core.
Spurt~
Ye Xian groaned at the feeling, his arms circling her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her full breasts molded into his forearms as his chest pressed to her back, skin slick with sweat. With one last deep thrust, he buried his cock to the hilt and spilled inside her, his yang essence flooding her depths. At the same time, her own release trickled along his length, their essences mingling where their bodies were still joined.
Breathless, he held her close, his heartbeat pounding against her back. Still sheathed inside her, he tilted her chin and claimed her lips in a slow, possessive kiss. His tongue slid against hers, lazy and deep, as they both shuddered through the lingering aftershocks.