[To Become a River of Stars] Dong Xiange - Chapter 105

The white mist drifted over the milky waters of the hot spring. Loose strands of dark hair tangled together, dampened by the vapor, clinging like fine spiderwebs to their n*ked, entwined bodies. The ink-black locks snaked wetly over pale skin.

Her full head of hair spread out like night fog, the ends trailing on the water’s surface, trembling with her shivers, gently caressing the water and stirring tiny, lingering ripples.

Their bodies were still tangled together. Shiliu’s n*ked form was imprisoned in his grasp, his firm arm encircling the plump, white root of her thigh. Her body was so soft, bonelessly soft, yielding to his kneading and rubbing.

Her rounded butt*cks hung just above the water’s surface. The red, wet, thoroughly used entrance still sheathed a thick, hard member. Throbbing veins coiled around it, stretching the narrow slit to fullness. The two soft, pink inner lips pitifully enveloped the invading root, sucking and milking it rhythmically.

The sensation was unbearably intense.

Shiliu had been filled to the brim with his white release, and she had climaxed herself, everything mixing together. Yet, blocked by his shaft, it all remained trapped inside her, swelling unbearably.

Even the slightest movement from him sent sharp, electrifying shocks through her already frayed nerves.

Li Xuanci still had his eyes closed, his brow and the corners of his eyes lazy with satiation. He let his member be held within the extremely hot, tight sheath—slippery, wet, soaking him until even his fingertips felt loose, his spine softened by the spring flowing from within her little cave.

Even the most bloodthirsty beast would relax after venting its fury upon its mate.

He noticed that every time he moved, Shiliu would respond by clenching around him, the slickness inside swirling and shifting around his shaft. Her passage sucked fiercely, as if determined to drain his very essence dry.

This unexpected reaction made Li Xuanci’s lips curl silently. He deliberately, almost negligently, tightened his butt*cks, making the thick, ridged head grind and tease inside the hot passage, stirring the watery depths.

Shiliu couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t even lift a finger, only managing to kick weakly at Li Xuanci, who caught her foot effortlessly.

She lifted her head, thinking she was being fierce but actually sounding soft and plaintive, “You’re still moving, you’re still moving!”

But he thrust deep into her in response. That indescribable numbness and itch shot straight to her crown, unbearably intense, forcing her to bite her lip instantly. Her neck stretched into a delicate line, chin tilting up, resisting the overwhelming pleasure.

Li Xuanci let out a low chuckle. One hand gripped her butt*ck, the web between his thumb and index finger wedged against the jade-like root of her thigh, pinning her in place. He drove his newly hardened member fiercely into the deepest part of the lingering, clinging wet passage.

Buried to the hilt.

“You’re the one who didn’t eat, not me.”

His hoarse voice, amplified by the steam, echoed in the confined space, throwing her earlier words right back at her.

Sophistry, pure sophistry.

But Shiliu couldn’t argue. She couldn’t even speak. Despite that, broken pants escaped her clenched teeth.

She might stay silent, but her body was honest. Just being filled completely by his flesh brought her back to life, excitedly sucking on every ridge and contour of his shaft, secretly leaking slippery desire from within.

Now she couldn’t even cry properly.

“You… just how many bowls of rice did you eat?” Shiliu asked, eyes dazed, body sore and weak, on the verge of tears but unable to shed them.

Li Xuanci’s movements over her paused for a rare moment. Then, as if in retaliation, he plunged deep inside, burying himself to the root within that wet, hot sheath. He leaned in, biting her neck, grinding his teeth slowly against her skin.

A voice tinged with laughter came from over her shoulder. “Not enough, far from enough. So now, I’m going to feast to my heart’s content.”

With that, he gave Shiliu no space to catch her breath, thrusting into her with extreme speed and force.

Shiliu felt she was going mad. Her hands were still bound, her fine brows furrowed. Overwhelming pleasure washed over her in waves, drenching her entire body, leaving her almost drowning, breathless.

“I’ve had enough… I’m… I’m full… Ah!” Shiliu’s pleas for mercy were easily shattered by his relentless thrusts. Li Xuanci had already filled her passage with his white essence, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to feed her more, until she could do nothing else but hold his seed inside her, so full that even a single step would cause it to spill out.

He pistoned into her so fiercely, the fluids already within her passage were wantonly churned. The ridges and grooves of his member scraped against the tightly clinging, tender flesh.

With each thrust, the slippery wetness inside her was scooped out, forming fine froth on his shaft, dripping from her entrance, and drawing thin, glistening threads that continuously fell onto the misty, steaming water surface.

Li Xuanci didn’t utter half a word; his eyes closed. His palms gripped her buttocks, pulling her onto his desiring root again and again. His hips thrust violently, the muscles of his waist and abdomen taut, revealing their defined shape.

His member plundered freely within the utterly soaked passage. Each entry and exit sent increasingly turbulent tides of passion coursing through both their bodies.

“You… be gentler, I can’t take it anymore…” Shiliu finally couldn’t help but beg for mercy. Escape was impossible; she only hoped for a slight reprieve, a chance to catch her breath.

But Li Xuanci instead extended his tongue, licking along the line of her delicate jaw. His tongue slid over her skin, leaving a damp, hot trail. It traced past the base of her ear, teasing the small, soft earlobe, then slid over the cartilage, probing inside.

His repertoire of torment was truly endless. While his lower body thrust ruthlessly, pounding her wet passage into soft, pliant submission, his tongue moved in rhythm with their coupling, entering and exiting the small confines of her ear.

Shiliu was assaulted from both above and below. The passage below was forced to soften, willingly catering to this rough invader. Even her ears weren’t spared; his tongue left damp, hot, ambiguous sensations, and his suppressed pants, transmitted through this intimate contact, echoed within her body, stirring burning desire.

Her legs unconsciously fell open, her slender waist arching up to meet Li Xuanci’s thrusts.

His bag of tricks wasn’t empty yet. Li Xuanci even tightened the red cord in his hand, raising it so the taut string slid across her soft, white bre*sts.

“Itchy…” Shiliu moaned helplessly, the sound escaping her lips.

“Endure it.” Li Xuanci showed no mercy whatsoever.

The thin red cord scraped over the creamy, delicate mounds. Her ni*ples stiffened, standing erect enticingly, tormented by the play of the hair cord, matching the fierce pace of the thrusts below, rubbing against them repeatedly.

He even applied force, winding the red cord around one bre*st, binding the pitifil white mound.

One end of the red cord pulled at her wrist, forcing Shiliu to arch her chest even more deeply. The other end he used to bind her bre*st flesh. The vivid red thread bit into the soft, jade-like whiteness of her bre*st, a sight that stirred the deepest, most base instincts in human nature.

His thrusts below grew even more intense, pounding Shiliu’s passage until it felt almost incontinent, fluids dripping incessantly, pattering onto the water surface—a truly wanton scene.

These ambiguous sounds of pleasure, within the mist-shrouded, hazy-hidden white spring, echoed through the heart of the night, not ceasing until the crowing of the dawn rooster.