"Ah!"
With a high-pitched scream, Cheng Qiyue finally reached the peak, as the honey flowed out beneath her, soaking the sheets.
Seeing that she was ready, Yang Cheng parted Cheng Qiyue’s beautiful legs, grasped his weapon, and slowly moved his waist to enter her.
Hiss!
So tight!
As soon as the Dragon Head entered, Yang Cheng felt tightly enveloped.
The wonderful tightness made him inhale sharply, his movents abruptly halting.
"Ah...slow down, it hurts a bit."
Cheng Qiyue’s breathing beca erratic, her waist slightly twisting.
"You’re so tight, I’ve just entered a little, and you can’t handle it."
Yang Cheng had just said this when he couldn’t control his body’s instincts and continued to go deeper.
Every woman with him for the first ti felt the pain, but soon they would know the pleasure within.
The fierce Dragon Root slowly entered, reaching the deepest core, and this intense stimulus made Cheng Qiyue’s body tremble, her breath nearly halted.
"Ah ah ah... Stop, it’s too big, it hurts."
Cheng Qiyue pushed against Yang Cheng’s abdon, agony filling her exquisite face.
Yang Cheng was sowhat surprised at her reaction, as it shouldn’t hurt so much given that Cheng Qiyue wasn’t a first-tir.
"I won’t move yet, don’t be tense, try to relax."
He coaxed gently, his big hands softly teasing Cheng Qiyue’s chest.
Cheng Qiyue nodded slightly, her furrowed brows slowly relaxing, speaking in a soft voice, "Don’t be so rough! You almost tore apart just now."
"You’re a martial arts practitioner; why so delicate?"
Yang Cheng chuckled lightly, tapping her firm chest, making her breasts bounce imdiately.
"How can it be the sa? It’s all because you’re so big!"
Cheng Qiyue blushed deeply.
A mont later, Yang Cheng began to move slowly, with the Dragon Root tightly sucked by the woman’s Peach Blossom Cave, making it difficult to increase speed.
Even though Cheng Qiyue’s body was ready, it was challenging to adjust when such a massive object moved.
She even felt that moving further would tear her body apart.
"Mmm ah~~ So big, so swollen!"
Cheng Qiyue panted sweetly, her pearly teeth biting her red lips.
"Huff huff huff!"
Yang Cheng breathed heavily, desperately wanting to hold Cheng Qiyue and charge wildly, but she was too tight; too aggressive could hurt her.
However, Cheng Qiyue’s body was sensitive, quickly adapting to the Dragon Root’s size, with sloshing sounds echoing from below.
Each movent of his waist, withdrawing, brought out honey, the tight yet moist sensation making Yang Cheng feel euphoric.
"Hmm hmm hmm~~"
Cheng Qiyue gradually felt pleasure, her alluring eyes squinting, seductive moans escaping her mouth.
Hearing her joyful sounds, Yang Cheng knew her body was opening up, rapidly initiating powerful thrusts.
Initially, the scorching Dragon Head hit the core every few strikes; eventually, it bombarded the deepest parts each ti.
Cheng Qiyue just felt a tearing pain, followed by an intense pleasure spreading through her body, comfort surpassing pain, making her actively match Yang Cheng’s advances.
"Ah ah... So comfortable... Ling Er wasn’t wrong, being with you is amazing!"
"Now you know the benefits of being big."
Upon hearing, Yang Cheng revealed a mischievous smile, forcefully thrusting.
"Ah! So intense, you went too deep!"
Cheng Qiyue cried out, leaving red marks on Yang Cheng’s back with her fingertips.
"To beco a cultivator, you need to be fierce."
"Really?"
Cheng Qiyue asked suspiciously, her enchanting eyes watery, making it hard for anyone to resist.
"Of course, the fiercer, the faster you’ll beco a cultivator."
Yang Cheng spoke seriously, though nearly bursting into laughter.
"Then... then you’d better hurry up, achieving success in one go."
Cheng Qiyue closed her eyes, looking ready for his control.
"You said it, don’t cry out from pain later."
Yang Cheng chuckled, launching a fierce assault, crashing deep with each thrust.
When the Dragon Head pressed against her deepest core, Cheng Qiyue’s delicate body trembled uncontrollably, feeling as though her soul was being jarred loose.
An overwhelming sensation engulfed her entire body, giving her a strong sense of suffocation, her jade-like legs tense, even her toes curled.
Being a woman feels so good!
No wonder so many won enjoy it; if Kong Lingwen knew the joys between n and won, she’d likely abandon her male disguise.
"Ah ah ah... So fast... Too intense... You’re going to kill !"
"Ah ah ah... Yang Cheng, I’m close... No more!"
With Cheng Qiyue’s high-pitched screams, she convulsed reaching climax, honey gushing like a fountain onto the Dragon Head.
"Hiss!!"
Yang Cheng inhaled sharply, a numbing sensation from his coccyx as the fire within him surged.
He didn’t give Cheng Qiyue any ti to recover, clutching her slender waist, charging like a beast.
"No! So fast... Let rest for a while!"
"Yang Cheng, I beg you, don’t do this!"
Just after climaxing, Cheng Qiyue’s body was exceptionally sensitive, unable to withstand such fierce thrashing, feeling as though she was going to climax again.
"No way, resting now wastes all the prior effort."
Yang Cheng breathed heavily, his waist moving like a motor.
He said it intentionally, and Cheng Qiyue indeed stopped resisting.
"Then go a little easy, let catch my breath; you’re going to kill ."
Cheng Qiyue pleaded softly, her beautiful brows furrowed, the Peach Blossom Cave constantly sucking his great dragon.
"You say don’t move, yet you’re still sucking ."
Yang Cheng raised an eyebrow, letting out a satisfied grunt.
"I can’t control it; it felt too good just now."
Cheng Qiyue said shyly, having recovered from the climax, feeling a bit ticklish below, her waist instinctively twisting.
"Want it to feel even better?"
Yang Cheng asked with a wicked smile.
Cheng Qiyue blushed like a ripe peach, nodding bashfully.
"Then we’ll change positions; to absorb my essence better, just do as I say."
Yang Cheng withdrew his great dragon, then embraced Cheng Qiyue’s slender waist, flipping her onto her stomach on the bed.
Cheng Qiyue knelt on the bed, her waist pressed down by Yang Cheng, instinctively lifting her hips, revealing the exquisite pink region between her legs.
"Mmm ah~~ Can we not do this, it’s so embarrassing."
She protested softly, her hips slightly trembling, her lovely eyes pleadingly gazing at Yang Cheng.
"What did I just say, to beco a cultivator, follow my instructions."
Yang Cheng beca serious, gripping his great dragon, positioning it at the Peach Blossom Cave, ready to strike.
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