"Hmmm..." Rowan took the action to bed, and what was most curious was that he managed this without their lips parting. The transition was seamless, a testament to their mutual desire and urgency. Lyra, on the other hand, was more wanton in her actions. She excitedly wrapped her legs around Rowan's tall, muscular body, pulling him closer with a fervor that spoke of deep longing.
Lyra was a top beauty, even in the nine heavens sect, where her admirers were legion. Her long, flowing hair framed a face that could launch a thousand ships, and her eyes held a depth that could captivate any soul. Despite her ethereal beauty and the celestial aura she exuded, Lyra was still truly flesh and blood. She had feelings of love and lust, just like anyone else. Her training in the ways that went against heaven had not stripped her of her humanity; rather, it had only intensified her emotions, making moments like these all the more profound.
Rowan's touch was both gentle and commanding, a perfect balance that drove Lyra wild. She could feel his strength, the power in his muscles as they moved against her, yet there was a tenderness in his kiss, a softness that made her heart race. They were lost in each other, in the heat of the moment, driven by a passion that defied the heavens themselves.
"Thud." Lyra's back hit the soft bed, the impact barely cushioned by the plush mattress beneath her. The ensuing moments were a flurry of passionate motion. Lyra wore fairy-like white cultivator robes, delicate and ethereal, which Rowan meticulously peeled away with a reverence that belied the urgency of his actions. Each layer fell away like petals from a flower, revealing more of her luminous skin.
Before long, her naked body was fully revealed, a vision of perfection that could drive any man to madness with desire. Her proportions were flawless, a harmonious blend of strength and softness that spoke of both her rigorous training and natural beauty. Rowan's eyes traced every curve, his breath catching at the sight. His hands followed, gentle yet firm, exploring her form with a mix of awe and hunger.
Lyra's skin glowed in the soft light, her body responding to Rowan's touch with a palpable electricity. Every caress, every kiss was an affirmation of their shared desire, a testament to the intense connection between them. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them entwined in a dance as old as time, driven by passion and an unspoken understanding.
They kissed and explored each other's bodies until Lyra became crazy with desire. Every touch, every caress, heightened the tension between them, driving her to the edge of sanity. "Stop. I need you to fuck me now, Rowan. Hurry. I've been waiting for this moment for so long already. Don't make me wait a second longer," Lyra begged, her voice trembling with an urgency that was impossible to ignore.
Rowan paused, his lips reluctantly leaving her red, swollen mouth. He looked into her eyes, seeing the raw need there, and knew he couldn't deny her any longer. He disengaged from their embrace, hastily freeing his body from the ordinary-looking farmer's attire that now felt like a barrier between them. Each piece of clothing fell away, revealing his muscular physique, sculpted by years of hard work and training.
Lyra watched in open-mouthed shock, her eyes widening as more of Rowan's body was unveiled. His chest, broad and powerful, his arms, strong and sinewy, all led her gaze downward to the ultimate revelation. When her eyes landed on the apex of his manhood, she was stunned into silence.
"Why is it so big?" Lyra asked, her voice a mix of fear and awe. In her thirty years of life, this was the first time she had seen a man's cock, and the sight left her breathless. Her eyes roamed over him greedily, taking in every detail, every inch of his perfect form.
Rowan's eyes softened at her reaction, a small smile playing on his lips. He moved closer, his hand gently cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray lock of hair. "I promise I'll be gentle," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to her nerves.
With a newfound determination, Lyra nodded, her initial shock giving way to anticipation. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, their shared desire creating a palpable tension in the air. Rowan positioned himself carefully, his movements slow and deliberate, ensuring she was ready for him.
Their eyes locked, and in that moment, everything else faded away. Lyra's fear was replaced by trust, her awe by a deep-seated need. As Rowan entered her, she gasped, the sensation overwhelming but laced with an unexpected pleasure. Together, they moved in a rhythm as old as time, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion and love, lost in each other completely.
"Ah… ah… ahh…" Lyra's moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and desire that echoed off the walls. Her legs were high in the air, her body arching with each powerful thrust. Rowan was relentless, driving into her with long, rapid strokes that left her breathless.
She glanced down, her eyes widening in amazement at the sight of her lewdly stretched pussy being drilled over and over by Rowan's massive 15-inch cock, as thick as her very own thigh. The sheer size of him was mind-boggling, and the initial pain had been intense, a sharp contrast to the wave of pure, overwhelming pleasure that followed. It was a sensation she never thought possible in this broken, cruel world, and it left her gasping and trembling with delight.
Rowan wasn't just focused on the act itself. His hands roamed her body with an expert touch, pinching and teasing her sensitive nipples, licking and sucking them until they were hard and throbbing with need. Every touch sent electric jolts through her body, amplifying the pleasure and driving her wild with desire. His mouth and hands worked in tandem, creating a symphony of sensation that left her moaning and writhing beneath him.
"Fuck me, Rowan! Fuck me forever!" Lyra encouraged, her voice a desperate plea mingled with raw need. She shouted her mantra in time with his powerful thrusts, her words spurring him on. Each syllable was a testament to the profound connection and unbridled passion they shared in that moment. Rowan responded with even more fervor, his thrusts becoming deeper and more intense, pushing her closer to the edge.
The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, a cacophony of moans, gasps, and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Lyra's body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. She could feel the tension building within her, a coil winding tighter and tighter, ready to snap.
Rowan's movements became more frenzied, his control slipping as he neared his own release. He never stopped his relentless assault on her nipples, his mouth and hands driving her to new heights of ecstasy. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, a torrent of sensation that threatened to overwhelm her.
"Rowan, I'm going to… I'm going to…" Lyra couldn't finish the sentence, the words lost in a cry of pure bliss as her orgasm crashed over her. Her body convulsed, muscles tightening around him as waves of pleasure washed through her. Rowan followed moments later, a deep groan escaping his lips as he found his own release, their bodies entwined in a perfect, primal rhythm.
They lay together, breathless and spent, the afterglow of their lovemaking settling over them. Lyra's heart pounded in her chest, her body still tingling from the intensity of their encounter. She looked up at Rowan, a smile playing on her lips as she reached up to caress his face.
"That was… incredible," she whispered, her voice filled with awe and satisfaction.
Rowan leaned down, capturing her lips in a tender kiss, his touch gentle and loving. "You are incredible," he murmured against her mouth, his words a promise of more to come.
In that moment, all the pain and suffering of the world faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other, their bodies and souls entwined in a bond that nothing could break.