The Lustful Young Master starting with Holy Maiden.-Chapter 118: Ride as you ride horse.

He increased his pace, driving into her with wild abandon, his own release approaching rapidly. She clenched around him, her inner walls spasming as another orgasm tore through her, more powerful than the first.

"AAAGHHHHH!!!!! Yoooungggggg Mastaaaaaaaa"

She cried out his name, her body shaking uncontrollably as she rode out the waves of ecstasy, her vision blurring at the edges. But he didn't stop, didn't slow down even as she came on his manhood again and again.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

In fact, he seemed driven by her pleasure, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more urgent. She could feel him swelling inside her, growing impossibly large, and she knew he was close too, so, her flesh clung to his manhood even harder and warmer, melting his raw animalistic thrust into her soft, feminine heat.

"Ah, ah, ah, ammmmmmm, hnn, hnnn, ah, ah, ah, amm,"

she chanted, her voice barely recognizable, urging him on, wanting him to find his own release. "pleaseee, give it to me!" she begged, her nails raking down his back as she held onto him for dear life.

Her entire body felt like it wasn't her, it felt too light as of even the soark of wind will blow her away.

"Ah, ah, ah, nnghhh, ann, nnn, ah, ah, ah, angggg,"

She moaned and moaned with the sound of their wet slapping of flesh echoing in the room. The very summit seems to be interested in the noise inside the four quarters and one roof.

"then, take out." With a growl that sounded almost feral, he pushed himself as deep as he could go, burying himself completely within her hole. She felt him pulsing, felt the warmth of his essence flooding her womb, filling her until it started to leak out around his still throbbing member.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

"Hnnngggggghhhhhh!!!!!!" she screamed feeling her entire body ascending into the never ending pleasure. She felt so good, so electric as of the very smallest elements in her body was happy.

Neither of them moved for several long moments, simply laying there and watching each other...

Finally, she took a deep breath, feeling another orgasm ripple through her body, yet, he was still hard like never never-ending flow of masculinity.

"Ah, Haah, Haa, hmmm.... Nnn, I can feel your warm essence in my womb, do you want me to fertilize it..." she asked. Being a cultivator she can choose to be pregnant and not to be pregnant as per will.

Given that, they can also choose whose kid they want to bear.

"No," Young Master Zhao replied. He will ascend soon, there is no point of having a branch here. They say the descendants should cover the sky, the heavens, and the myriad worlds but Young Master Zhao doesn't have such thoughts. He has his own path to follow.

He knows that Luan Yuyun was a smart woman. She knows what is at stake here. She understands it well. She just wanted to test the waters. After all, if he said yes, her status would elevate far more than she could imagine. Such is the heart of a woman. But alas, Young Master Zhao has little care for such petty thoughts. He is above that.

"I understand," Luan Yuyun smiled, not disappointed, but relieved. She knew what the answer was going to be but she wanted to ask it anyway. To see how he reacts. Now she knows that he truly is a powerful man, unlike her husband. He has his own goals and he isn't afraid to pursue them, no matter what.

Young Master Zhao slowly pulled his holy sword out from the divine land, making the nine holy white cream flow from the cracked well-used hole.

"Clean it..." Young Master Zhao said, cold as ice, unmoving as stone.

"P-Paradon?" She looked quite confused unsure of the meaning. Clean it? Clean what? The room?

"Clean the Yang rod, it is dirty by entering into your flirthy body," He pointed towards his holy rod that is still standing erect, as though it doesn't feel tired or satisfied, rather eager and hungry, as though the one that he just defiled wasn't enough.

Luan Yuyun gulped nervously, knowing well that he wasn't satisfied yet. She knew he would demand more, and she was prepared to give it to him.

Without hesitation, she bent down, opening her mouth wide and enveloping the tip of his holy sword... It was still hot and wet from her essence, and it tasted of salt and musk. She sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the head, cleaning away any remnants of their coupling.

"Mm, mmm," she hummed contentedly, her lips sliding lower, taking more of his length into her mouth. She could taste him, all of him, and surprisingly, she found that she liked it. It was primal, raw, and utterly intoxicating.

Slurrrrp* Shlurrrrrp* Slrupppp*

"Mmmm, mfff, guggggg, ghhh"

"Gwakkk* guggggggg*"

She bobbed her head up and down, working her way down his holy rod until she could feel it hitting the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but kept going, determined to take as much of him as she could.

"Good girl," he praised, his hand tangling in her hair as he watched her worship his manhood. "Take it all," he urged, his hips moving subtly, helping her take more.

Gwaakkkkk*

She gagged again, but didn't pull away. Instead, she relaxed her throat, allowing him to slip even deeper, until she could feel him lodged firmly in her esophagus. She stayed there for a long moment, her nose pressed against his manhood that had only entered more than half into her, before slowly pulling back, sucking hard as she went.

When she finally released him, he was glistening with her saliva, clean and shiny. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smiling up at him proudly.

"Did I do good?" she asked.

"You did wonderfully well," he replied, a rare smile gracing his handsome face. "Now, come here," he said, pulling her up and into his lap.

She straddled him eagerly, her thighs spread wide as she settled onto his lap. His holy rod was still hard and ready, and it pressed insistently against her soft yin flower, seeking entrance once more.

Without preamble, he grabbed her hips and lifted her slightly, positioning himself at her entrance. Then, with a swift motion, he lowered her onto his manhood, impaling her once more.

"Mmmm, hnnn... Ahhhh..."

She gasped at the sudden intrusion, her body still sensitive and sore from their previous activities.

"Hhnnggghhh," she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to the feeling of him inside her again. It was different this time than before, maybe due to positions.

"I hope grace have learnt how to ride a horse, because now I want you to ride my manhood," he said, his hands guiding her hips as he taught her how to move.

Slowly, tentatively at first, she began to ride him, lifting herself up and then dropping back down onto his holy rod. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, reigniting the flames of desire that had only recently been sated.

"Faster," he commanded, his grip on her hips tightening as he helped her increase her pace.

She obeyed willingly, her body moving in tandem with his, their hips meeting in a rhythmic dance as old as time itself.

"Squish squish* Squish squish*

Clap clap clap clap

Thud! Thud! THud! Thud!

"Ahhh, ahhh, ah, ah, ah, ammmm, mm, ah, ah, ah,"

"Ahh, ahhh, ah, ah, ann ah, haaah, haaa, haaab, amm, ah, ah,"

"Hnghhh, hnnn, hnnm, haa, haaa, haa,"

The sounds of their coupling filled the air once more, accompanied by her moans and pants of exertion. She was moaning heavily.

"Ah, quite yes, just like that," he encouraged, his eyes never leaving hers. "Ride me like the queen of horses, also squeeze your flesh when I enter deep inside,"

His words spurred her on, driving her to move faster, to take him deeper. She wanted to please him, to make him feel as good as he had made her feel. And judging by the look on his face, she was succeeding.

She rode him hard, her hips undulating wildly as she chased her own pleasure. She could feel another orgasm building, coiling deep within her core, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she erupts like the spring into bliss.

"Ah, ah, ah, mmm, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!j"

She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of silk. Her breasts bounced with each movement, tempting him with their fullness and softness. She squeezed her flesh as he told, clamping onto him as he entered deeper inside. He groaned deeply, his hips bucking upward to meet her downward motions.

The change of angle was all it took to send her spiraling over the edge once more. With a scream of pure ecstasy, she came hard, her inner muscles clenching and releasing rapidly around his rigid length.

"HAANNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Oooh, oooh, ooohhhhh!"

Waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathless and boneless. She collapsed against his chest, her arms wrapping around his neck as she clung to him, riding out the tremors that wracked her body.

"Such a good slutty woman," he purred, holding her close and continuing to move beneath her, drawing out her pleasure. "One more time, let me see it again," he demanded, his voice rough with his own mounting need.

Not letting her recover, he suddenly stood up, lifting her with him as he continued to thrust upwards, never breaking their connection. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her arms still clinging to his neck for support.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

With her back pressed against the wall, he pounded into her furiously, his hips pistoning like a blacksmith's hammer as he chased his own release.

"Ahhh, ah, ah, ahhhh, ahhh, ah, ah, mmm... So rough... Hmmm, an, ah, slowwwww... Ah, ah, amm..."

She felt her mind go dark, he was very rough using her noble body as if it was cheap, meant to be used and destroyed.