Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 410; Mature Context R+18

Lu Yuze lay there trembling, his body taut with need that bordered on pain after so long without release, every muscle tensed and waiting for contact that she was deliberately withholding. His hands flexed in her hair, torn between the desire to pull her back to continue and the knowledge that she was in control now, that she would give him what he needed only when she decided he’d earned it through proper supplication.

"Please," he finally ground out, his voice wrecked beyond recognition, all pretense of control abandoned in the face of overwhelming need. "Please, Shuyin. I’m begging you.. Please don’t make me wait any longer. I need you, need you to...." His voice broke completely, unable to articulate the desperation pounding through every nerve. "Please."

The word came out as pure surrender, complete capitulation to her will, acknowledgment that she held all the power in this moment and that he was willing to give her anything, everything, if she would just end this beautiful, agonizing torment and give him the release his body was screaming for after more than a decade of deprivation.

Shuyin held his gaze with deliberate intensity, her lips hovering just at his tip where her breath ghosted hot and purposeful against the most sensitive skin. The power dynamic had shifted completely, and she savored every moment of having him at her mercy, of seeing the desperation written across his features. "As you wish," she purred, her voice carrying satisfaction and promise in equal measure.

Her tongue swirled once more over the most sensitive spot, lapping at the evidence of his arousal with a hum of approval that vibrated against his skin. Then, finally granting the mercy he’d begged for, she parted her lips and began to take him in with agonizing slowness. The head first, her mouth closing around it with soft suction that made his entire body tense in anticipation. Then inch by deliberate inch, she relaxed her throat and took him deeper, her movements controlled and purposeful until he hit the back of her throat and she had to consciously suppress her gag reflex to accommodate him fully.

Lu Yuze’s head slammed back against the pillows with force, a guttural moan tearing from his throat that was completely unrestrained and raw. The sensation of her mouth, the tight heat of her throat closing around him after twelve years of complete celibacy, felt like it was destroying every carefully constructed defense he’d built over more than a decade. Her throat was impossibly tight, the muscles constricting around his length in ways that made coherent thought impossible, and when she swallowed experimentally around him, the rippling contraction of muscles squeezing rhythmically along his entire length drew a broken curse from his lips, his hips bucking involuntarily despite his attempts to maintain some control.

She started with shallow movements, her lips sliding halfway down his length before retreating, establishing a rhythm while her hand twisted around the base in coordinated motion. Saliva dripped down to provide additional lubrication, making the glide smoother with each pass. Then she went deeper, taking him fully into her throat until he was completely sheathed in wet heat, and she swallowed again with deliberate gulps that felt like they were actively milking him, her tongue pressing firmly against the underside to create additional pressure and friction.

The vibration of her moan hummed through her throat and against him, the sound reflecting her own arousal at having this kind of power over him. Her scales remained cool where they pressed against his thighs, providing temperature contrast to the overwhelming heat of her mouth, while the jasmine enchantment in the air had grown so thick it felt almost suffocating in its intensity.

Lu Yuze’s mind was fracturing under the sensory overload, his thoughts reduced to desperate fragments that couldn’t quite coalesce into coherence. Can’t handle this, it’s too much, his brain tried to process, but his body was responding regardless of what his overwhelmed mind could manage. His fingers tangled in her hair without consciously directing the movement, his entire body quaking from the combination of twelve years of celibate denial suddenly being shattered and the skillful attention she was lavishing on him.

She pulled back with a wet sound that would have been obscene under other circumstances, her tongue licking him clean with thorough attention before she plunged deep once more without warning. Her throat swallowed convulsively around him, the rhythmic contractions designed to edge him ruthlessly toward release while somehow managing to keep him just shy of actually tipping over that precipice. The cycle repeated with maddening precision: deep throat that took him completely, the swallow-squeeze of muscles working his length, then shallow teasing movements, her hand pumping slickly at the base in coordination with her mouth.

The second cycle began with faster swallows, her technique becoming more aggressive as her own arousal built in response to his reactions. Her mermaid glow flared brighter, luminescence pulsing in time with her movements, scales shimmering with supernatural light that painted patterns across both their bodies.

"Shuyin.... close..." Lu Yuze panted, his voice breaking on the words as he teetered on the edge of release that had been building for twelve years and was now threatening to overwhelm him completely. Every nerve ending was screaming, his body wound so tight that the slightest additional stimulation would push him past the point of no return.

She withdrew slowly, swallowing the taste of him with visible satisfaction, her expression carrying a smirk that spoke volumes about how much she was enjoying his complete loss of control. Her hand squeezed firmly at the base of his length, applying enough pressure to deny the release that had been building, forcing him to step back from the edge despite his body’s desperate protests.

"More?" she asked with false innocence, her tongue extending to lick and swirl around him once again, the wet muscle tracing patterns that made his vision blur. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

The third cycle was the deepest yet, her throat relaxing completely to take him as far as physically possible, the convulsive swallows creating rhythmic pressure that felt designed to break him entirely.