In the shadowed heart of the Pavilion,the air hummed with a vital energy that transcended the mundane.
Yuan, the mature beauty layed sprawled beneath Qin Su, her voluptuous form a testament to years of refined cultivation. Her ex-husbands—petty lords with their pitiful endowments, mere shadows of true potency—had left her yearning for a force that could shatter her defenses. Now, at the peak of her allure, with curves honed by inner alchemy and skin glowing like polished jade, she faced the young prodigy who would claim her utterly.
Qin Su, barely past his twentieth cycle, his body a sculpted vessel of youthful vigor and untapped qi, towered over her with the confidence of a rising sect heir. His eyes, sharp as tempered steel, burned with the fire of conquest.
The initial anal storm had ravaged her, his twelve-inch cock—a legendary weapon forged in forbidden dual cultivation rites—plunging into her tight rear with merciless precision, leaving her ass slick and gaping, her cries echoing like thunderclaps in the misty chamber.
But the flames of their merging essences refused to dim; instead, they ignited anew, pulling them into an endless spiral of carnal enlightenment.
Yuan's breath came in ragged gasps, her full breasts heaving as Qin Su's strong hands captured them, his palms rough from sword drills kneading the heavy mounds.
His thumbs flicked over her darkened nipples, pinching with calculated force until they stood rigid, aching peaks. She arched into his touch, a moan tearing from her throat, deep and throaty, born of a woman's seasoned hunger. 'Honey,' she whispered, her voice laced with the sultry timbre of experience, 'you wield power my past lovers could only dream of.'
He smirked, lowering his head to claim one nipple between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to send sparks racing through her meridians. His tongue swirled, sucking greedily, while his free hand trailed downward, fingers parting the slick folds of her pussy.
She was drenched, her mature body responding with a flood of arousal that betrayed her composure.
Two fingers plunged inside, curling to stroke her inner walls, while his thumb ground against her swollen clit.
Yuan bucked wildly, her hips grinding against his hand, legs splaying open in instinctive surrender. The pleasure coiled tight in her core, a vortex of heat that blurred her vision, her mind teetering on the edge of oblivion.
With the fluid grace of acrobats, Qin Su withdrew his fingers, slick with her essence, and flipped her onto all fours. Yuan complied eagerly, her round ass presented high, cheeks parting to reveal the puckered entrance still tender from their earlier frenzy.
She glanced back over her shoulder, her dark hair cascading like a waterfall, eyes hooded with defiant lust. 'Take me again, Su!
But her bravado faltered as he gripped her hips, his twelve-inch shaft—veins bulging like coiled serpents, head flared and dripping—pressing against her rear.
He spat onto her hole, the warm saliva mixing with the remnants of his previous load, then thrust forward. The intrusion was brutal, her tight ring yielding to his girth with a burn that made her scream, the sound raw and primal, shaking the incense burners.
Inch after thick inch speared into her, stretching her ass impossibly wide, the friction igniting every nerve along her spine. Qin Su didn't pause; he drove deep until his balls nestled against her pussy, fully sheathed in her clenching heat. 'Your ex-husbands' toys were twigs compared to this,' he growled, his voice a low rumble of dominance. 'Now, feel me tame you.'
He began to pound her ass, hips snapping with the relentless force of a charging stallion, each withdrawal pulling her inner walls taut before slamming back in.
The wet slap of flesh echoed through the pavilion, mingling with Yuan's escalating cries—pleasure-pain twisting into a symphony of submission.
Her mature body, once commanding in sect halls, now quivered under his assault, her heavy breasts swinging pendulously, nipples grazing the sheets. He reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in harsh circles that amplified the fire, her pussy weeping juices down her thighs.
Yuan's thoughts fragmented, the overwhelming stretch in her ass erasing coherent plans, leaving only a haze of need. She craved more, her body betraying her with involuntary pushes back against him, addicted to the way his massive cock filled her so completely, so brutally.
The pounding intensified, Qin Su's youthful endurance allowing him to maintain the brutal pace for what felt like an eternity. He pulled out halfway, only to ram forward again, the head of his dick battering her deepest spots, sending jolts of ecstasy that made her toes curl.
Yuan's mind went blank, words dissolving into guttural moans; she couldn't form sentences, couldn't recall her own name beyond the singular obsession with his thrusts. Her ass clenched greedily around him, milking his length as if desperate to keep him inside forever.
Sweat dripped from her brow, mixing with the tears of overwhelmed bliss streaking her cheeks. 'More... please... can't stop...' she babbled incoherently, her voice breaking, the addiction rooting deep as her body surrendered to the rhythm.
Sensing her crumbling resolve, Qin Su withdrew his cock with a slick pop, the sudden emptiness making Yuan whimper in protest, her hips twitching desperately. But he gave her no reprieve, aligning his throbbing shaft with her dripping pussy and slamming home in one fluid motion.
Her walls stretched around his girth, the switch from ass to cunt creating a dizzying contrast—her pussy even wetter, greedier, sucking him in as if starved.
He fucked her with the same ferocity, balls slapping against her clit with each deep plunge, his hands digging into her hips hard enough to bruise.
Yuan's body rocked forward on all fours, her arms buckling as waves of pleasure crashed over her, one orgasm blending into the next without pause. Her mind was a fog, thoughts of resistance or control long gone; all that remained was the addictive burn of his cock claiming her, the way it made her feel alive, desired, broken open.
He flipped her onto her back mid-thrust, her legs splaying wide as he hooked them over his shoulders, folding her mature form in half.
Qin Su loomed above, his young muscles flexing with each powerful drive into her pussy, the angle allowing him to grind against her g-spot relentlessly. Yuan's eyes rolled back, her mouth agape in silent screams, drool slipping from the corner of her lips as she lost herself completely.
The addiction consumed her—every withdrawal left her aching, every re-entry flooded her with euphoric relief. She clawed at his back, nails raking red lines, but her movements were frantic, mindless, driven by pure instinct. 'Yours... all yours...' she gasped, the words tumbling out unbidden, her thoughts reduced to echoes of submission.
The cycle repeated, endless and unyielding. Qin Su pulled out of her pussy, slick with her juices, and flipped her back to all fours, targeting her ass once more.
He entered her rear slowly this time, savoring the way her ring fluttered around his head before engulfing him inch by inch. Yuan pushed back greedily, unable to help herself, her addiction making her chase the fullness despite the burn.
He built the pace gradually, starting with long, deep strokes that made her ass ripple with each impact, then accelerating into a frenzy of short, punishing jabs that had her screaming incoherently. Her pussy clenched emptily, dripping onto the sheets, jealous of the attention her rear received. Thoughts? What thoughts?
Her world narrowed to the cock in her ass, the hand now snaking between her legs to pinch and twist her clit, sending her spiraling into another shattering climax. Cum squirted from her untouched pussy, soaking his fingers, but she barely registered it—only the need for more, always more.
Hours blurred in the pavilion's timeless haze, the qi-infused air thick with the scent of their joining. Qin Su shifted positions fluidly, a master of forms in this carnal duel. He sat back on the fur rug, pulling Yuan onto his lap facing away, her ass impaling itself on his upright cock as she sank down with a broken sob.
She rode him desperately, her mature thighs quivering with effort, grinding her cheeks against his pelvis while her hands braced on his knees.
The angle let him hit even deeper, his twelve-inch length bullying her insides, making her feel split apart.
Yuan's head lolled, hair sticking to her sweat-drenched skin, her mind a whirlwind of fragmented sensations—fullness, heat, the addictive pulse of his veins against her walls. She bounced faster, chasing the high, unable to think beyond the next drop, the next stretch.
Qin Su's hands roamed her body, one cupping a swaying breast to twist the nipple, the other delving into her pussy, three fingers thrusting in time with her rides.
he dual penetration overwhelmed her further, her body convulsing as orgasms ripped through her in rapid succession—ass clenching around his cock, pussy spasming on his fingers, the pleasure looping endlessly. 'Can't... think... need you... forever...' she slurred, her voice hoarse, the addiction etching itself into her soul. Her ex-husbands' feeble attempts paled into irrelevance; this young tamer had rewired her desires, leaving her a vessel for his dominance alone.
Not satisfied, Qin Su lifted her off, laying her on her side and spooning behind her. His cock slid back into her ass with ease now, lubricated by their mingled fluids, and he fucked her in long, grinding strokes while his hand worked her pussy from the front.
Yuan's leg lifted instinctively, granting him better access, her body pliant and eager despite the exhaustion creeping in. The slow build tortured her, each drag of his shaft along her sensitive walls stoking the fire higher, her mind dissolving into pure sensation.
She babbled nonsense—pleas, praises, fragments of forgotten sect lore—all lost to the haze. When he sped up, hammering her ass while finger-fucking her cunt to the brink, she shattered again, body arching like a bowstring, cum gushing from her in hot spurts.
The alternation continued, a marathon of taming. From side to missionary, his weight pinning her down as he alternated holes mid-sequence: deep in her pussy for a dozen thrusts, pulling out to bury in her ass for another ten, the switches making her gasp and writhe.
Yuan's addiction peaked; she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, her hips bucking up to meet every plunge, unable to stop even as fatigue blurred her edges. Her thoughts were gone, replaced by an insatiable hunger that only his cock could sate. Orgasms chained together, one fading into the next, her pussy and ass throbbing in unison, leaking a constant stream of her arousal and his pre-cum.
Finally, as the candles burned low, Qin Su flipped her onto her stomach, mounting her from behind in a prone position.
His twelve-inch cock plunged into her pussy one last time, the angle allowing him to grind his pelvis against her ass while reaching under to stroke her clit. He fucked her with measured power, building to a crescendo, his breaths hot against her neck.
Yuan, face pressed into the sheets, could only moan and tremble, her mind utterly blank, addicted beyond reason—every nerve singing his name. When he switched to her ass for the finale, pounding with all his youthful fury, she felt the flood coming. His cock swelled, erupting in thick jets of hot cum that filled her rear to overflowing, the warmth triggering her own cataclysmic release.
Yuan's body seized, a final, mind-shattering orgasm ripping through her, vision tunneling to black as waves of ecstasy drowned her. She collapsed fully, limp and spent, her ass and pussy pulsing with aftershocks, cum dribbling from both in creamy rivulets.
Qin Su withdrew slowly, gathering her unresponsive form into his arms, his own breaths steady despite the marathon. The pavilion's qi hummed softly, the taming etched into their essences, but Yuan's addiction ensured this was merely the first of many cycles in their forbidden union.