Chapter 38: Lie (R18)

He pushed back into her in one hard stroke.

Zhao Wen’s cry broke against the pillow. His full length filled her to the root. Slick ran down the insides of her thighs. The wet slap of his hips against her filled the sealed room.

Thapp... Thapp.... Thapp....

Harder than before. It was just the drive of a man who had held himself back through three of her climaxes and was done being gentle.

"Take it," he said against her ear, fist in her dark hair, pulling her head up so her spine arched. "You said you were not done, then take it."

Zhao Wen pushed back to meet him. Her breasts swung under her with every thrust. Dark brown nipples tight, scraping the silk. Her walls clenched around him, still sensitive, still dripping, still trying to pull him deeper even as her Alluring Yin poured out in thick waves that his dual core drank and sent back hotter.

"Hngg....Lin....slower—"

He kept the pace until her broken sounds turned into continuous moans and her hands scrambled on the bedding. "You came three times. You are still gripping me like you want a fourth."

"Ummmh"

He reached under her, found the swollen brownish peak where they joined, and rubbed hard while he thrust. Zhao Wen’s whole body jerked. A thick rush of slick squeezed out around him and ran down onto the silk. Her Alluring Yin spiked so sharp his meridians had to brace.

"God, There... there... do not stop!"

He did not stop. Thumb on that peak, hips driving, hair in his fist, he worked her until the fourth climax tore through her with almost no warning. Her walls clamped down in violent pulls. A broken scream left her throat. Clear slick forced out around him and dripped in long sticky threads onto the bed. Her eyes were open and empty. It was a woman on her knees, taking him, shaking so hard her thighs gave out.

Her one hand rose up, aggressively grabbing her one one boob, eyes tightly shut, as she squeezed hard.

Lin Tian held her up.

One arm locked under her belly. Still deep, hard. Still grinding in small circles while she twitched and whimpered and tried to remember how to breathe.

"Again," he murmured.

"I cannot—"

With a slick sound and lot of wetness, He drew almost all the way out the head of him stretching her brown wet lips, glossy, swollen, strings of her slick connecting them then drove home again. "Your art is still running. Your body is still hungry. I can feel it pulling. Do not lie."

Zhao Wen’s laugh came out broken and wet.

"More deeper"

He pulled free completely. The sudden empty made her moan in protest. Before she could push back looking for him, he turned her, onto her back, legs hooked high over his arms, thighs folded toward her chest and sank into the scalding heat of her in one long stroke that punched the air out of her lungs.

From this angle he could see everything.

Dark rose lips stretched wide around him. Glossy with the mess of four climaxes. Her breasts pressed up by the fold of her thighs, dark brown nipples pointing at the canopy. Dark hair wrecked across the pillow. The pout everything, slow rhythm of her breast rising and falling, and the wet feeling of her pussy lips, trembling slightly.

"Look at yourself," he murmured,He held her thighs and kept a steady rhythm, the wet filthy sound of it loud in the room. "Look at how open you are. How you take me to the root. How you keep dripping every time I pull back."

Zhao Wen’s eyes dropped between them. She watched him disappear into her. Watched her own lips cling and stretch. Watched the slick run down over her ass onto the silk. The sight made her flutter hard enough that he groaned.

"Filthy," she whispered.

"You love it." He drove deeper. "

"I love—" The word broke on a moan as he ground against the soft deepest part of her. "I love it. I love your cock. I love how deep! how full— Lin Tian!"

Fifth or sixth. She had stopped counting. Her whole body locked. Alluring Yin howled. Her walls milked him in hard pulls that almost broke his control. He held on by force and kept moving through her climax until she was sobbing into his neck and her nails were scoring thin lines down his back.

He slowed down Just enough that she could catch a breath. Still pulsing in the scalding grip of her.

Zhao Wen’s hand found his face. Thumb at his mouth. Her eyes were wet. Her smile was wrecked and almost soft.

"You still have not finished. I am past done." A broken laugh. "I am ruined. My art is running wild. If you do not come inside me soon I am going to lose my mind."

"Then lose it on my tongue first."

He pulled free. Zhao Wen made a desperate sound at the empty. He shoved her up the bed, climbed down between her thighs, and put his mouth on her before she could close them.

Shaved. Scalding. Soaked. The taste of her filled him intense, the musk of a body that had come five times and was still dripping. He licked through her folds, broad and slow, then sealed his mouth over the swollen peak and sucked. Zhao Wen’s back arched off the silk. Only her soldier and large hips were connected to the silk. Both hands fisted in his hair. Her thighs clamped around his head.

"Lin... your mouth.... Mmmyess!"

He pushed two fingers into her while he sucked, curled them against the soft spot inside, and worked her without mercy. Alluring Yin poured through the contact. His dual core drank it. Zhao Wen came on his tongue with a broken cry, hips grinding against his face, slick running down his chin onto the silk, and he did not stop until she was twitching and pushing at his head and begging in a voice that had no elder left in it.

"Inside now! put it back please"

He climbed up her body. The head of him found her entrance, slick and open and ruined, and he sank in to the root in one long slide. Zhao Wen’s legs locked around his waist. She pulled his mouth down to hers and kissed him deep, tasting the thick salty taste on his mouth, messy and open and desperate.

Finish Inside me, fill me. If you pull out I will kill you."

She ordered against his mouth.

Lin Tian’s control finally snapped.

He drove into her hard and fast, no more measured rhythm, just the need to be as deep as her body would take him. Zhao Wen met every thrust. Her breasts crushed against his chest. Dark brown nipples dragging. Her walls already fluttering toward another climax, Alluring Yin binding them in a circuit that had no name in any manual.

"Come with me," he got out.

"I am... I.am...."

They broke together.

His release flooded into her in long thick pulses, and her Alluring Yin drank it the way it had been trying to all night binding, circulating, claiming the Yang while her own climax clamped down around him and milked every drop.

Zhao Wen shook through it under him, mouth open on his name, eyes wet, the practical woman completely gone. Lin Tian buried his face in her throat and spent himself in the scalding heat of her until there was nothing left to give.

For a long breath neither of them moved.

He twitched inside her with aftershocks. Her walls fluttered around him, still greedy, still soft. Slick and seed leaked out around him onto the red-black silk. The room smelled of sandalwood and sex and the adult musk of a dual that had finally finished what the residual started.

Zhao Wen’s hand found his hair. Idle. Exhausted.

"You matched it," she whispered. Voice raw. "All of it. Three times I thought you would empty and you held."

Heh women you are so naive..I have the chaos dual core.He didn’t say those words loudly, after a deep breath he muttered softly.

"You warned me."

"I warned you that you might leave crippled." A beat. Her fingers stroked the back of his neck gently. "You did not leave. You are still inside me. Still hard."

The dual core was already cycling the last of her Alluring Yin into denser Yang, and his cock, spent once, was thickening again inside the scalding grip of her.

Zhao Wen felt it. Her laugh came out broken and disbelieving.

"Again."

"You said you were past done."

"I lied." She rolled her hips under him, taking the thickening length deeper, and her eyes when they met his were pure heat glowing violet.

"Do not you dare go soft on me now, Lin Tian. The night is not over. And I have thirteen years to make up for."

Elder Zhao Wen pulled his mouth back down to hers, and the dual that had already ruined her open on started again from the beginning.