[To Become a River of Stars] Dong Xiange - Chapter 78 [H]

He was lost in that suffocating tightness, moving in and out frantically, even losing track of time himself.

Not a sliver of space was to be left. Li Xuanci half-raised himself, the muscles at his waist taut, lifting Shiliu’s legs to rest on his hips. The protrusion of his hip bones ground against her soft, plump flesh, pounding into her without mercy.

A drop of sweat fell from his hair, tracing a glistening path down his handsome brow before falling.

Plop.

It landed right on their entangled, crimson s*x.

His p*nis was fiercely hard, even the pulsing veins along its length glistening wetly from the suction of her slick passage.

He was doing it on purpose, unmistakably on purpose—like he was savoring it, toying with her, slowly pulling out, letting the ridges of his shaft scrape against her dripping entrance.

With each slight withdrawal, her flesh clung with ten thousand kinds of reluctance, the glistening walls of her passage rubbed to an ambiguous red, tangling and coiling around the merciless intrusion.

And then he would slam back in, burying himself to the hilt without reserve. The head of his shaft rapidly parted the tightly clinging flesh, accompanied by the lewd sound of skin meeting skin, mixed with subtle, wet noises, heating the already thin air around them even further.

“Mmm… it’s too hot, too hot!” Shiliu’s eyes glistened with moisture, her lower lip bitten until it showed pale marks, her waist writhing along with his rhythm.

Li Xuanci, however, let out a low, soft laugh.

“You’re holding me so tight—of course it’s hot.”

As he spoke, his fingertips lightly traced along Shiliu’s bare arm, then captured her wrist, lifting it. He followed the blue veins along its inner side, kissing and sucking his way downward.

The skin there was extremely tender, untouched by hardship, so sensitive that even the faint texture of his tongue felt vividly clear. His lips and tongue, much like Li Xuanci himself, were domineering—intensely hot, scalding, as they moved along the most vulnerable part of her wrist. Her nerves had no time to mount a defense, leaving her to tremble helplessly under his mouth.

Shiliu couldn’t take it anymore—it was simply too hot. Her tender passage, forced open, still ached with a raw, stinging soreness, the inner flesh convulsing in waves.

But her inside was hot too, and the member pounding into her was hot as well. It all mingled together, turning into a muddled heat, so scalding that her fluids flowed uncontrollably, slick and wet, transforming the lingering pain into an itch that clung to her very bones.

Her pubic bone itched, her tailbone itched, her spine itched, and even her knees felt as if ants were crawling inside. She couldn’t control the urge to press herself against him, to rub every inch of her skin against his, to twine around him, to grind against him freely—if only to relieve the itch.

Shiliu opened her eyes and met his gaze. They were like obsidian, dark as the night wind, yet hiding a glimmer of light within that darkness.

It seemed as though he was far away from her, and yet, also unbearably close.

Seeing that look, for some reason, her heart skipped a beat.

But it was in that very moment that Li Xuanci tightened his grip, pulling her into a curve like a new moon. The muscles of his butt*cks clenched with force, driving his p*nis deep into her, hitting the very core, parting her flesh, and squeezing out indecent juices.

“Such a tight little c*nt—how am I supposed to f*ck it?” he said calmly, yet the movements of his hips showed no such restraint, thrusting in to the hilt with full force. After grinding the swollen head against her tender flesh, he would pull halfway out, only to slam back in again.

He was clearly talking nonsense.

Shiliu was being f*cked nearly out of her mind.

She couldn’t even form words. The moment a few gasps escaped her lips, they were shattered by the beast-like assault, like a string stretched to its limit, the sound growing increasingly sharp.

The bed enclosed by curtains became a boat rocking in the wind and rain.

Li Xuanci held her slender, pale arms, kissing and sucking a trail of red marks along them. His handsome nose nuzzled against her skin, filled entirely with her scent.

His other hand gripped her waist so firmly that the veins on his arm bulged tightly. The plump curve of her hips, the soft flesh of her inner thighs, and the slight swell of her bre*sts swayed gently, like melted milk pudding, waiting to be fiercely devoured.

Her jade-white calves hooked around his lean waist, swaying with each thrust of his c*ck, rubbing intimately against the small of his back—close and ambiguous.

His c*ck moved in and out of her core, churning the wet, muddy heat. Even the deepest, itching places were fiercely assaulted. Pleasure fermented between their entwined s*xes, hidden within the intense, rhythmic sounds, burning away all reason.

“Too… too deep,” Shiliu gasped intermittently, struggling to squeeze out the words. The soles of her feet tightened against his back, her delicate toes curling up, pressing right against his waist.

The muscles on Li Xuanci’s back tensed. He furrowed his brow, gritted his teeth, and endured for a moment before speaking in a low voice, deliberately twisting her meaning.

“Want it deeper?” His eyes glinted with malice as he laughed mockingly and thrust in fiercely. “You really have no fear of death.”

He reached out and spread Shiliu’s already sore thighs to their limit, increasing his force. His hips moved wildly, recklessly piercing the soft, muddy wetness.

“B*stard!” Shiliu’s curse was sharp and clear.

“Thanks for the compliment.” Li Xuanci raised an eyebrow, then thrust violently, making it impossible for Shiliu to utter another word of complaint.

He thrust too fiercely, his c*ck swollen to its limit, no longer its original color but a ripe plum red.

This terrifying weapon moved in and out of her, turning her tender opening into a skinned peach, the surface split open, the inner flesh pierced until juice splattered everywhere. Even the fluids from their union dripped down her thighs, leaving a glistening trail.

Even Li Xuanci was no longer rational, unable to remain detached. The veins at his temples throbbed violently, his hair soaked with sweat, making his dark locks gleam.

He reached out and cupped Shiliu’s tender bre*st, letting the small mound of milky flesh bounce wildly in his palm with each thrust. The erect ni*ple scraped against the calluses on his palm, sliding and rubbing, trembling like a flower branch.

It felt too good.

This was what it meant to f*ck.

A hot, wet, gripping hole, one that swallowed him to the deepest point, clinging and sucking him as he pulled out.

Their panting mingled together. Li Xuanci held nothing back, moving with unrestrained force, thrusting with extreme ferocity. No longer humans bound by propriety, they had become two entwined beasts.

Her entrance was thoroughly churned into soft mush, her legs too weak to resist, trembling helplessly against him.

Shiliu was no longer lucid, as if she had fallen back into boundless darkness. Only her wet, flowing hole and the fierce, pounding flesh inside remained, her mind melting away, flowing out completely with the lewd fluids.

Amid such an assault, she suddenly shuddered, her body convulsing. The flesh of her passage tightened to its limit, contracting and sucking his swollen c*ck, licking every inch of its bulging surface.

Hot fluid uncontrollably gushed from her deepest depths. Shiliu’s back arched like a bow, her chest thrust forward, trembling as if in a trance.

She came just like that.

This poor, tender flesh had been churned into juice, crushed into mud, soaked and wet, capable of nothing but sucking his root.

He f*cked to his heart’s content, feeling her passage convulse in the midst of his loss of control. She screamed, hot fluids gushing out, squeezing him to madness.

Li Xuanci managed a few more difficult thrusts before burying himself in the deepest, tenderest flesh, releasing powerfully inside her.