Though shrouded in darkness, through scent, sound, and even taste, Pei Yan could imagine the delicate flower hidden between her legs. It must be small, a tender pink, its soft petals shyly closed, revealing only a narrow slit. His large hand brushed against it, finding it smooth, slick with moisture.

The sweet, fragrant liquid dripped down, and as Pei Yan rubbed, the girl beneath him whimpered, the flow increasing.

He leaned down, his tongue darting out to taste. Yes, he thought with satisfaction, it was just as he imagined–pure and sweet, like nectar, intoxicating. He buried his face between her legs, lapping greedily.

The sounds of his sucking were loud and lascivious. Yao Ji, experiencing this for the first time, couldn't bear such intense pleasure. Her body trembled like a leaf in the wind. Her legs instinctively tightened around his head. Her small hands clutched his hair, wanting to push him away, yet instinctually arching her back against him.

His lips and tongue trailed from her opening down to the cleft between her bvttocks, then back up, sucking and nibbling on her cl1t. "Ah!" Yao Ji cried out, another wave of pleasure washing over her as her body went limp–she had cl1maxed under his touch.

Only then did Pei Yan pull back, licking clean the moisture that had escaped her, not even neglecting her delicate rosebud. His movements remained elegant and fluid, as if he were playing chess in a pavilion or reading beneath the moon, rather than pleasuring a n4ked girl.

Yao Ji, breathing softly, gazed at him with hazy eyes. No one who knew Pei Yan would ever imagine this scene. He was so ethereal, like an immortal descended to the mortal realm, untouched by the world's darkness and impurity. Yet here he was, straddling her, n4ked, filled with the same primal desire as any man.

And this moment, this moment of his descent from the clouds, Yao Ji thought, she was the first to witness.

A complex mix of emotions–satisfaction, joy, and pride–swelled within her. Unconsciously, she spoke her thoughts aloud. Pei Yan chuckled softly. 

"Yes, you're right, Yao Yao. You are the first to see this." He leaned down, whispering in her ear, "And you will be the only one."

Yao Ji's heart skipped a beat. "My lord…" 

Before she could finish, his already hard shaft pressed against her entrance, the heat making her shiver.

He embraced her tenderly, but his er3ction pushed past her tightly closed petals with unrelenting force. "Yao Yao," he murmured, kissing her lips and br3asts as he kneaded her n1pples and cl1t to help her relax, "tell me, what does it feel like when I enter you?"

"Ah…" Yao Ji's response was broken. Her legs were on his shoulders, her hips lifted off the bed, giving her a clear view of his long, dark shaft splitting her lips and pushing past the folds of flesh, slowly disappearing inside her. "My lord's… it's… going in… ah… so big… the head… the head went in first… mm, mm… then… then…"

"Then what?" Pei Yan gripped her waist tightly, preventing her from struggling against the initial discomfort. He, too, was struggling. Despite her earlier release, this was her first time, and she was incredibly tight. 

His thick shaft throbbed with a dull ache. Once she relaxed slightly, he didn't dare increase the pace, instead moving slowly, gently thrusting within her. Fighting back his own urgency, he coaxed her, "Yao Yao, tell me, what is it that's inside you?"

The fullness stretching her insides made Yao Ji convulse. Her legs kicked, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her. Tears welled in her eyes as she clutched his shoulders, sobbing, "It's my lord's… it hurts… Yao Yao's… it's so full… too big… I can't take it…"

Hearing her pitiful pleas, Pei Yan, though reluctant, felt a pang of sympathy. He started to withdraw. "I was too hasty. You're still young, your body not yet fully developed. It's only natural you can't take me." He began to rise, but she grabbed his arm, her legs wrapping around his waist, her inner muscles clenching around him.

"No, don't go!" Yao Ji's face flushed crimson. The naive fool, did he actually believe her? Her sobs intensified. "Are you leaving because… because you dislike me? Because I'm… inexperienced? I heard men like… large br3asts…" She cupped her own br3asts, pushing them against him. "My lord, Yao Yao's br3asts may be small, but they're soft…"

Pei Yan, already reluctant to leave her warmth, couldn't resist her innocent, seductive words. He grabbed her br3asts, kneading them roughly, abandoning his gentle movements and thrusting hard into her.