The West Wing was drowning in silence, save for the crackle of the spirit candles. The scent of lavender incense hung heavy in the air, but it did little to calm the racing heart of the girl sitting on the edge of the red silk bed.
Mei Lixue gripped the sheets, her knuckles white. She was dressed in a thin, translucent white robe that did nothing to hide the pink flush of her skin. She was nineteen, a cultivator, a warrior... but tonight, she felt like a leaf trembling in a storm.
Click.
The lock slid home.
Shen Yu turned from the door. He wasn't wearing his usual stern expression. His golden eyes were soft, molten pools of warmth.
It hit Lixue like a warm breeze, loosening the knot of fear in her chest instantly.
"Shen Yu..." she breathed, standing up on shaky legs.
"You look like you are marching to your execution," Shen Yu teased gently, walking over to her.
He didn't grab her immediately. He simply reached out and tucked a stray strand of black hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered on her jaw, his skin fever-hot against hers.
"I... I just don't want to disappoint you," she whispered, looking down.
"Look at me," he commanded softly.
She raised her eyes.
Shen Yu leaned in. He brushed his lips against hers, a feather-light touch.
Smooch.
It was barely a kiss, but Lixue's breath hitched. Overwhelmed by the sudden proximity, the scent, and the reality of what was happening, her instinct took over. She jerked her head back, pulling away from the contact, her eyes wide with panic.
"I—I can't—"
Shen Yu didn't let her retreat.
His hand moved faster than her reaction, sliding around to the back of her head. He tangled his fingers in her long, silky hair, his grip firm but gentle, cradling her skull and holding her in place.
"Don't run," he murmured against her mouth, his breath mingling with hers. "I have you, Lixue. Trust me."
He pulled her back in. This time, he didn't tease. He slanted his mouth over hers and claimed her.
"Mmph!"
Lixue gasped against his lips, her hands flying to his chest to push, but finding only warmth. Shen Yu took advantage of her parted lips. His tongue swept inside, wet and hot, finding hers. He tasted her, the sweetness of spirit tea and the minty freshness of her breath. He swirled his tongue around hers, sucking on it gently, drawing a soft, wet noise from their joined mouths.
Schlick. Mwah.
The sound of their saliva mixing echoed in the quiet room. Lixue's resistance melted instantly. Her knees went weak, and her hands, which had meant to push him away, curled into his white robes, pulling him closer.
Shen Yu broke the kiss, leaving a silver thread of saliva connecting them.
"Good girl," he whispered, nipping at her lower lip.
His hands moved to the sash of her robe. With a single tug, the silk fell away, pooling at her feet.
She stood naked before him, glowing in the candlelight. Her body was a masterpiece of youthful vitality, a slender waist, smooth hips, and perky, round breasts that stood proud, tipped with pale pink buds.
"Shen Yu... I'm naked..." she whimpered, trying to cover her chest with her arms.
"Don't hide," he whispered, taking her wrists and pinning them gently to her sides. "Let me see them."
He lifted her effortlessly, placing her on the bed. He didn't climb on top of her. He sat beside her hips, looming over her.
He focused entirely on her chest.
He reached out with one hand, tracing the slope of her left breast with just his fingertips. He didn't touch the nipple yet. He circled the mound, feeling the soft, heavy weight of the flesh.
"They are so perfect," he murmured. "So perky."
He cupped the breast fully in his large hand, giving it a squeeze.
Squish.
"Ah!" Lixue arched her back, her breath catching.
"Sensitive?" Shen Yu asked, smiling.
He lowered his head. He didn't lick her yet. He blew a stream of hot air directly onto her nipple. The pink nub tightened instantly, crinkling into a hard pebble.
"Oh... it tingles..."
Shen Yu leaned in. He extended his tongue, flat and broad, and dragged it slowly from the base of her breast all the way up to the peak.
Sluuuuurp.
The wet, rough texture of his tongue sent a jolt of electricity straight to Lixue's core. She gasped, her fingers digging into the red sheets.
He began to swirl his tongue around the areola, painting it with saliva, making it glisten in the candlelight. He teased the nipple, flicking it rapidly—flick, flick, flick—before finally opening his mouth and taking the whole thing inside.
Schlupp.
He sucked hard. His cheeks hollowed as he drew on her, treating her breast like a piece of fruit he wanted to drain.
Suck... pop. Suck... pop.
"Tang Wei! Ahhh! Not so hard!" Lixue cried out, her hips bucking off the mattress.
"You like it," he growled, the vibration of his voice humming against her sensitive skin.
He didn't stop. While his mouth ravaged her left breast, his hand moved to the right one. He squeezed it rhythmically, kneading the soft flesh, pinching the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it.
Pinch. Squeeze.
"Ah! Oh gods... Shen Yu!"
She was overwhelmed, drowning in a sea of conflicting sensations.
One breast was being devoured, sucked wet and hot by his demanding mouth, while the other was being pinched and kneaded by his calloused fingers. The contrast between the wet heat and the rough pressure drove her mad, sending electric shocks straight to her core. She felt a heavy, throbbing heat pooling between her legs, a sensation so intense it made her toes curl.
Shen Yu finally released her nipple with a wet, suctioned pop.
He pulled back to admire the view. The peak was glistening with his saliva, swollen and cherry-red, standing stiff against the cool air. He looked at his handiwork with the satisfaction of a craftsman, his eyes darkening.
He shifted his gaze to her face. Her ocean-blue eyes were no longer clear; they were fogged over, hazy with a potent mix of confusion and raw lust.
He leaned in and captured her lips again, kissing her deeply.
This time, Lixue didn't just accept it. She responded with a clumsy, fiery aggression, trying to imitate his movements, her tongue fighting against his. She was inexperienced, but her enthusiasm was intoxicating. Shen Yu loved that untamed spirit. He growled low in his throat, his left hand sliding behind her head to angle her deeper for his tongue, while his right hand squeezed her breast, rewarding her eagerness.
Breaking the kiss, he gently pushed her back onto the soft mattress.
He didn't rush. He loomed over her, a dark shadow of desire. He lowered his head, tracing the delicate ridges of her ribs with his tongue, kissing her skin with a reverence that made her feel precious, wanted.
He moved lower, pressing a wet kiss to her flat, trembling stomach, before swirling his tongue playfully around her navel. Lixue gasped, her hips bucking off the sheets.
He didn't stop. He continued his descent, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the tender, sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
"You are so wet," he murmured, his voice vibrating against her skin as he saw the glistening nectar soaking her lower folds.
With a firm, decisive movement, he hooked her knees over his arms. He spread her wide, opening her completely, displaying the most secret, vulnerable part of her to his hungry, golden gaze.
He placed his palm flat against her mound and rubbed.
Shluck.
The wet sound was shockingly loud in the room.
"Shen Yu!" Lixue cried out.
"Hush," he soothed. "Just feel."
He began to move his hand. He used the heel of his palm to grind against her clitoris while his fingers dipped into her wetness, coating themselves in her nectar.
Pah... pah... pah...
The rhythmic sound of his hand slapping against her wet flesh filled the room. It was lewd. It was raw.
Shen Yu watched her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure, her head thrashing from side to side.
He slipped one finger inside her tight channel.
Squelch.
"Nngh!" Lixue gasped, tensing.
"Relax," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her neck. "Make room for me."
He added a second finger. He began to scissor them inside her, stretching her walls, mimicking the motion of intercourse. At the same time, his thumb found her swollen pearl and began to circle it mercilessly.
He picked up the pace.
Smack. Smack. Squelch. Pah.
"Ah! Ah! Tang Wei... wait!" Lixue grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging in. "It's... it's building! Something is happening!"
"Let it happen," Shen Yu growled.
He curled his fingers inside her, hitting her G-spot, the 'come hither' motion. At the same time, he increased the pressure of his thumb, vibrating his hand.
Pah-pah-pah-pah!
The wet slapping sound became a frantic rhythm.
"Oh gods! Oh gods!" Lixue wailed. Her legs shook uncontrollably, her heels digging into the mattress. "I can't... I can't hold it!"
"Don't hold it," Shen Yu commanded. "Give it to me, Lixue. Flood my hand."
He thrust his fingers deep and ground his palm hard against her.
"AHHHHH!"
Lixue screamed, her body bowing off the bed like a drawn bowstring.
She shattered.
Her inner walls clamped down on his fingers with crushing force, spasming violently. Her hips convulsed, shaking the bed frame. A gush of hot, clear fluid soaked Shen Yu's hand, dripping onto the red sheets.
She lay there, panting, her chest heaving, her nipples still hard and red, completely undone by his fingers alone.
Shen Yu withdrew his hand slowly. Schlock.
He brought his wet fingers to his lips, licking the nectar of her first climax, his golden eyes glowing in the darkness.
"Sweet," he murmured. "But we are just getting started."