The thick nectar slowly descended from her parted lips, into the head of Young master’s Dao rod.
The young master’s face didn’t change but she was able to detect a slight twitch of his body.
It feels like he is holding back his desires.
She also sensed Ye Chen but chose to ignore him, after all, Ye Chen had already seen even worse.
The nectar spread around his Dao rod, then it slowly went to his Yang balls, where she leaned in and licked it carefully, like a nine-tail vixen hungry after male essence.
Hmmmmpp* Muaaaa* Shlurrrp* mmm*
Yi Xin Xue closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She let her body relax and her mind clear of any distractions.
She could feel the heat from his body as she slid her tongue around his long shaft, and once atop, she opened her mouth and took him deeper into her mouth, the taste of him lingering on her tongue.
She could feel his hardness and the pulsing of his desire, and she knew that she had to satisfy it, it’s the duty of a humble maid.
She moved her head back and forth, taking him in and out of her mouth, her hands gripping his thighs to steady herself as she pleasured him.
She took him deeper, her tongue swirling around him, tasting every inch of him, her hands still gripping his thighs as she sucked him off.
Meanwhile, Ling’er was shocked to see Ye Chen here, but she couldn’t say anything as the quarter belonged to Young Master.
She silently looked at Young Master, to which he just nodded his head.
"Let him watch... Let the world know the fine maidens belong to this Young Master," He said voice calm as night breeze, soft as autumn wine.
Ling’er just nodded and stole another glance at Ye Chen, like a deleting shadow of a falling petal.
Yi Xin Xue could feel him tensing up, his muscles tight with anticipation, and she knew he was close.
She continued to suck, her mouth working him over, her jade pink tongue swirling around the tip, tasting the saltiness of his early nectar.
"Nn..." He began to thrust his hips, pushing himself deeper into her throat, his moan becoming louder.
She could feel herself getting wet, her body responding to the pleasure she was giving him, and she could feel his desire for her growing with each thrust.
She let go of his thighs and reached down to touch herself, her fingers slipping between her legs as she continued to pleasure him.
She rubbed her Yin Bud, her body shaking with pleasure, as she brought him closer and closer to the edge.
She could feel his Yang essence building up inside of him.
She slowly drew back, her jade lips parting from the Yang rod as though the moon were retreating from the mirrored lake at dawn.
A single thread of shimmering dew lingered, glistening as morning nectar stretched between flower and honeyed stem, kind of tenuous, trembling, yet unwilling to break.
The breath between them hung heavy, misted with the warmth of mingled Qi. His Yang Dragon pulsed with a restrained storm, unable to erupt.
She licked her rosy cherry lips and looked at Ling’er with a smile, "How about you try now, young master will erupt any moment now,"
She said with a smile.
Ling’er, her breath steady as a lotus floating through a storm, knelt beside Yi Xin Xue. Her robes, the color of snowy lily petals, rustled like wild snakes.
She gazed at Yi Xin Xue with eyes calm as still water, then turned to Zhao Fan, her lord, her heart.
"May I," she asked her voice like the first bell of dawn.
Zhao Fan, silent as the mountain peak, nodded only once.
Yet, his gaze, steady as the northern star, never wavered.
Yi Xin Xue smiled, her lips curved like a moonlit wave. "Show him the depths of your skills... Let your body speak what your heart cannot voice,"
With graceful movements, Ling’er reached for Zhao Fan’s robes, her hands trembling slightly, like the first leaf of autumn. She lowered his garments even more, up to his knee.
Her breath caught, a sound so faint it might have been the whisper of a butterfly’s wing, but does a butterfly’s wings even have sound?
She looked at the jade pillar, smooth and unyielding, radiating an aura like thunderous storms, glistening with the saliva of Yi Xin Xue.
At its base lay two orbs, round and full, like the twin moons of a distant world, also coated with the wet saliva of Yi Xue Xin.
Yi Xin Xue watched her with the patience of a sage observing the bloom of a rare flower.
"The tongue is a sword, and the throat a sheath, use both wisely," She guided like a senior, teaching the junior, the way of life.
Ling’er bowed her head, her hair falling forward like a cascade of night.
With reverence, she reached out and gently grasped Zhao Fan’s celestial rod.
Her touch was feather-light, as though she feared it might shatter beneath her fingers... But it pulsed with a life of its own, warm and insistent.
Last time, she couldn’t smell it but this smell intoxicating and heavenly.
Slowly, with the caution of a warrior approaching a hidden enemy, she lowered her head, her lips parted, revealing a tongue as pink as the first blush of dawn.
She hesitated for a heartbeat, then touched the tip of her tongue to the head of his celestial rod.
The flavor that bloomed on her palate was unlike anything she had ever tasted, perhaps due to her mind, last time it tasted tangy and salty, but now it was like a symphony of earth and sky, of raging rivers and still ponds.
Encouraged by Zhao Fan’s steady gaze, she grew bolder. She opened her mouth wider, taking him in inch by inch.
His length filled her mouth, stretching her lips wide.
She could feel him throbbing against her tongue, producing a primal rhythm that seemed to echo the beat of her own heart.