Chapter 21: Lustful Bonds (R-18)
Eventually, Lucas couldn’t take it anymore—her mouth was too much, too warm and wet and eager, and he needed more. With a shaky breath, he pulled his cock free from Lira’s lips, the slick pop of it leaving her mouth echoing in the quiet room.
A string of her spit stretched between them for a second before snapping, and she blinked up at him, dazed, her lips swollen and shiny. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, and then her eyes dropped to his cock again—still hard, still dripping with her saliva, glistening in the flickering light from the candle on the table.
"Oh gods, that’s going inside me," she thought, a sharp little stab of fear twisting in her gut. It was so big, bigger than she’d even realized when it was in her mouth, and now that it was right there, hovering over her, she felt her heart skip.
"How’s that gonna fit?" she wondered, her hands clutching the sheets, knuckles whitening. But under the fear, there was a buzz of excitement too, a needy ache that made her thighs press together.
Lucas caught the flicker of worry in her eyes and softened, his hand brushing her cheek for a second, his fingers gentle against her flushed skin. "I’ll try my best to make it less painful," he said, his voice low and steady, a promise wrapped in it. Lira nodded, quick and nervous, her head bobbing in a way that was almost too cute, her hair falling messy over her face.
"He’s gonna take care of me," she thought, clinging to that, and it eased the knot in her stomach a little. She trusted him—had to, after everything he’d already done to her. He shifted closer, his knees nudging her thighs apart, and she let them fall open, her breath hitching as he settled between them. His cock was still wet from her mouth, dripping a little onto the sheets, and he gripped it with one hand, guiding it down. He rubbed the tip against her pussy, slow and teasing, sliding it through her folds, and she moaned loud, her hips twitching up toward him. That feels good, she thought, her fear melting a bit under the heat building inside her.
Then, without any warning, he pushed in—just a little, but deep enough to make her gasp. It wasn’t slow or careful like she’d expected; he plumped it in fast, stretching her open, and Lira’s whole body tensed. Pain hit her first, sharp and burning, like something tearing, and she bit her lip hard to keep from crying out.
"Ow, ow, ow," she groaned, her eyes squeezing shut. But right behind the pain came a flood of pleasure, hot and overwhelming, crashing through her so fast it made her head spin. "Oh... oh gods," she thought, her breath catching as the two feelings tangled up together. It was her first time—nothing had ever been inside her before, not like this—and the stretch of him, the fullness, was almost too much to handle. She could feel her pussy pulsing around him, and a surge of Yin energy rushed out of her, wild and unchecked, pouring into Lucas like a dam breaking.
Lucas felt it hit him, that thick wave of Yin slamming into his core, and he grunted, his hands tightening on her hips. "She’s so tight," he thought, his jaw clenching as he held still for a second, letting her adjust. He could see the flash of pain on her face, the way her brows scrunched up, and he didn’t want that—not for her first time. Quick as he could, he focused, drawing on the dual cultivation technique.
His hands slid up her sides, fingers pressing into her skin, and he pushed a thread of his own energy into her, soft and warm, letting it flow through his touch. It wasn’t much—just enough to dull the sting, to ease her into it—and he watched her face relax a little, her eyes fluttering open again. That’s it, he thought, relieved. He started moving then, thrusting slow and gentle, keeping it missionary so he could see her, could feel every little shiver that ran through her.
Lira moaned again, softer this time, the pain fading into a dull ache that got swallowed up by the pleasure building with every push of his hips. "He’s... he’s really inside me," she thought, still half-stunned, her hands scrabbling at the sheets for something to hold onto. His cock slid in and out, steady and careful, and she could feel every inch of it, stretching her, filling her up.