Xuefeng nudged the door open, cradling Wuying in his arms as though she were made of porcelain. Her heart raced, a mix of anticipation and uncertainty swirling within her. She hadn't expected this—not the way he carried her with such purpose or the intensity in his gaze that seemed to pierce straight through her.
He laid her down on the bed with a tenderness that contrasted the storm of emotions raging inside him. For a moment, he simply stood there, his golden hair falling across his forehead, his chest rising and falling as though he were preparing for battle. Wuying could see the tension in his posture, the weight of something unspoken lingering in his eyes. She knew this wasn't just about passion; there was something deeper, something fragile, simmering beneath the surface.
When he leaned down and captured her lips with his, it was like a dam breaking. His kiss was urgent, hungry, as if he were trying to chase away the shadows of the past hours—the chaos, the blood, the fear. Wuying's breath hitched, her pulse pounding as she surrendered to the moment. Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers threading into his hair, pulling him closer as if she could anchor herself to him forever.
Their kiss deepened, lips molding together with an unspoken promise, a desperate need. Wuying's legs instinctively curled around his waist, drawing him closer, her body reacting to the fire he ignited within her. Each touch, each caress, sent ripples of heat coursing through her veins, burning away her hesitation.
Xuefeng pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling. His eyes searched hers, flickering with vulnerability and something unguarded. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low, rough, laced with equal parts desire and concern.
Wuying met his gaze, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes."
That single word broke the remaining barrier between them. Their lips crashed together again, the kiss deeper, more consuming. His hands skimmed over her body, slow and reverent, as though he were memorizing every curve, every detail. Wuying shivered under his touch, her skin igniting wherever his fingers roamed.
Their movements were clumsy at first, a tangle of hands and limbs as they fumbled with buttons and zippers, laughing softly against each other's lips. Xuefeng's shirt fell to the floor, revealing the sculpted lines of his chest, his skin faintly glistening in the dim light. Wuying's dress soon followed, slipping from her shoulders and pooling down her legs like liquid silk. She lay before him, bare except for the delicate lace of her undergarments, her cheeks flushed, her eyes shimmering with vulnerability and trust.
Xuefeng's breath caught as he looked at her, his hands trembling slightly as they settled on her hips. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice raw with honesty.
Wuying reached out, her hands exploring the planes of his chest, the strength in his shoulders. "So are you," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
Their bodies pressed together, skin against skin, the heat between them rising to a crescendo. Xuefeng kissed her again, his lips trailing down her neck, his hands mapping the contours of her body with a careful, almost reverent touch. Wuying arched into him, her soft gasps and murmurs filling the room, spurring him on.
The feeling of desire consumed him, controlling his every move. He couldn't resist any longer, his lips pressed to the base of her neck where he gently suckled and nibbled at the sensitive skin. She tilted her head back in pleasure as he trailed kisses down her neck, his hands roaming over her body.
Beneath him, she quivered with each touch, her breaths growing faster and heavier, sending electric waves through his body. His hands delicately cupped her breasts before moving lower, tracing patterns on the smooth skin of her thighs.
"Don't stop..." Her whispered words of encouragement were all the permission he needed to continue.
With a swift motion, he moved further down her body, taking his time to explore every inch of her with his lips and tongue. As he reached her most intimate place, he took a moment to inhale her intoxicating scent - musky yet floral - which only heightened his arousal.
Without hesitation, he lowered his head and gently swiped his tongue over her. The moan that escaped from Wuying's lips was like music to his ears, and he eagerly repeated the action. This time, her hips bucked in response and he could feel her legs wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
Despite the intensity of the moment, a smile crept onto his face as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth, exploring every fold and crevice with expert precision. Wuying's body writhed beneath him, her back arching off the bed and her fingers tangling in his hair.
Her moans of pleasure only fueled his desire, and he didn't stop until she was crying out his name in ecstasy, her body shuddering beneath him.
He expected her to be exhausted after such intense pleasure, but she surprised him by pulling him back up for more. Her kisses were now hungry and urgent as she climbed on top of him, straddling his waist and gripping his hips with her thighs. Burning inside, he led her hand down his body until it was wrapped around his throbbing erection.
Her boldness only carried her so far, her every movement coming to a halt. She pulled away from their kiss and looked down at the hard shaft in her hand, her eyes widening. "This... Does it hurt?" she asked with clear concern in her voice.
"What?" Xuefeng asked back in confusion.
"I asked if it hurts when it's like that," she repeated, pointing down at his manhood.
"No, not really. It's more... uncomfortable, I guess," he replied, finally realizing what she meant.
The people in this world didn't have internet with unlimited access to adult content that most teenagers on earth had. Not to mention that the women here were raised in an environment where sex was a taboo subject, making them unaware of many things.
"Would you like to help me?" he asked, seeing her eyes never leaving his length.
Wuying nodded shyly, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "I... I want to, but I'm not sure how," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Xuefeng's heart swelled with tenderness at her innocence. He gently took her hand in his, guiding it along his length. "Like this," he murmured, showing her how to stroke him.
Her touch was hesitant at first, but as she gained confidence, her movements became more assured. Xuefeng couldn't help the low groan that escaped his lips, his head falling back against the pillow.
Encouraged by his reaction, Wuying grew bolder. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his neck as she continued her massage. Her free hand explored his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles, reveling in the way they tensed beneath her touch.
Xuefeng's breathing became ragged, his hips involuntarily bucking into her hand. He cupped her face, drawing her into a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced as he started experimenting, twisting her fingers around the delicate head, leaning into techniques that made him shiver.
Recalling how good his tongue felt before, Wuying suddenly pulled away from his lips and slid down his body, his hot length straight like a bowstring. "You don't need to do it for me…" he said softly, sensing her hesitation. "I'm fine with anything you find—"
Before he could finish his sentence, she overcame her nervousness with curiosity and desire, leaning down to gently lick his sensitive skin. As her tongue touched the tip, Xuefeng's breath hitched in his chest. The sensation was electrifying; sending shivers down his spine and a shudder through his core.
Wuying found his reaction amusing and she delved deeper, tracing the underside of his shaft with her tongue before flicking the tip of her tongue around the sensitive head. Xuefeng let out a strangled moan, his hands balling into fists on either side of him to keep himself from reaching out and guiding her. He wanted her to explore at her own pace, to find what felt good for both of them.
Her lips followed the path of her tongue, enveloping him in their warmth as she took him into her mouth. The feeling was indescribable; it was as if all of his senses were heightened. Her soft, wet heat engulfing him was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.
"You are incredible…" he whispered uncontrollably, gently patting her head while gathering the strands of hair that disturbed her. "Any more and I'll burst soon."
She didn't stop despite his warning, her efforts only intensifying with each whimper of pleasure. He finally couldn't resist anymore, his hips gently thrusting into her mouth.
"You are incredible…" he whispered uncontrollably, gently patting her head while gathering the strands of hair that disturbed her. "Any more and I'll burst soon."
Wuying responded to his warning with increased determination, her fingers digging into his muscular thighs as she redoubled her efforts. She took him deeper, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down. The wet heat of her mouth combined with the gentle suction she applied sent waves of pleasure coursing through Xuefeng's body.
His breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles tensing as he felt the pressure building within him. He tried to hold back, to prolong the exquisite sensations, but Wuying's eager ministrations were too much to resist. With a strangled cry, he reached his peak, his hips bucking involuntarily as he spilled himself into her mouth.
Xuefeng's heart raced as he saw Wuying's momentary shock. For a split second, panic gripped him - had he gone too far? Should he have warned her more explicitly? But before he could voice his concerns, Wuying's surprise melted into curiosity.
Her tongue flicked out, lapping at the pearly drops that clung to his shaft. The sight of her pink tongue gliding over his sensitive skin sent a jolt through Xuefeng's body. He watched, mesmerized, as she meticulously cleaned every inch of him, her movements slow and deliberate.
Wuying's eyes fluttered closed, savoring the taste as warmth and vitality spread through her body. It felt as if all her tiredness from today was disappearing, replaced with refreshing pleasure. Her lips pursed around his length, gently sucking to ensure she didn't miss a single drop. The soft, wet sounds of her ministrations filled the room, mingling with Xuefeng's ragged breaths.
When she finally looked up, her eyes were bright with excitement, her lips glistening. "Why haven't you told me it's this delicious?" she asked, staring at his shaft that was still hard as ever. "Can I help you again?"