The carriage rumbled along the mountain path, the rhythmic clatter of the wheels a counterpoint to the heavy silence that had fallen between Qin Su and Yuan Ai.
The privacy screens, magically erected, ensured their conversation, or any other activity, remained shielded from prying eyes.
Qin Su, still flushed with the victory at the tournament, glanced at Yuan Ai. Her golden hair, usually meticulously arranged, was slightly disheveled, framing a face that was a mixture of anticipation and something akin to a predator's hunger.
The joke, or rather, the promise, had been made before the tournament. A playful taunt, a challenge, a dare – Yuan Ai had offered him the chance to claim her in a way he hadn't before. Now, with the tournament concluded and Qin Su victorious, the time had come.
His champion's robe was loosely tied, revealing the hard, sculpted plane of his chest. But her eyes, again and again, were dragged downward, to the formidable bulge straining against his trousers. That fucking monster. That twelve-inch promise of oblivion that had haunted her thoughts since her joking pledge before the tournament
He leaned forward, the raw, masculine scent of him enveloping her. His fingers, calloused from wielding a sword, traced the line of her jaw, down the sensitive column of her throat. "Torture is needing to sit through formal celebrations when all I could think about was the sound you make when you come. The way your perfect, mature body convulses around my cock. But a promise is a promise. You said a first time. A very specific first time."
A shiver, violent and delicious, racked her frame. Gods, he was going to make her say it. Her heart hammered against her ribs. "I did," she breathed, her voice husky.
"Say it," he commanded, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. "Tell me what you promised me, Yuan Ai. I want to hear the words from those pretty, pouting lips."
She met his dark, hungry gaze, her own heat rising to match his. "I promised… I promised you could take my ass, Qin Su. That you could be the first to fuck me there."
A growl of pure, primal satisfaction escaped him. "That's my good girl."
In one fluid motion, he pulled her onto his lap, straddling him. Her golden hair fell around them like a curtain as his mouth crashed down on hers, not with tenderness, but with a claiming, devouring hunger. She kissed him back just as fiercely, her nails digging into his shoulders. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, sucking a mark into her skin that would be hidden by her robes but that she would feel for days.
"I need to taste you first," he muttered against her collarbone, his hands cupping her full breasts through the silk of her dress, his thumbs circling her already hard nipples. "I need to feel how fucking wet your greedy little cunt is for me."
He expertly pushed the fabric down, freeing her breasts, and his mouth was on her, hot and demanding. He sucked one nipple deep into his mouth, his tongue lashing it, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak until she cried out, her hips grinding down instinctively onto the hard ridge of his cock. Fuck, just that was almost enough. She was so ready, so utterly desperate.
He laid her back on the plush seat, pushing her skirts up to her waist. He knelt on the floor of the carriage, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight of her, bare and spread for him. "Look at you. Soaked. You're fucking glistening for me, Yuan Ai."
He didn't make her wait. He buried his face between her legs, his tongue finding her clit with unerring accuracy. She screamed, her back arching off the seat. His tongue was a wicked instrument of pleasure, fucking her with broad, flat strokes before zeroing in on that throbbing nub, sucking it, flicking it relentlessly. He slid two fingers inside her, curling them, finding that spot deep inside that made her see stars.
"Qin Su! Oh, fuck! Right there! Don't stop, please don't stop!" she begged, her words dissolving into incoherent moans. Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him to her as she rocked against his mouth, her climax coiling tight in her belly.
He pulled back, his chin glistening with her arousal. "Not yet. You don't get to come from this. Your climax belongs to my cock. To my cock in that tight, virgin ass."
The vulgarity, the sheer ownership in his words, made her clench around nothing. She was panting, her body humming with denied release. He found a small vial of oil amongst their things—always prepared—and coated his fingers generously.
He kissed her inner thigh, his voice a dark promise. "Relax for me. This is just the beginning."
The first touch of his slick finger against her back entrance made her gasp. It was an unfamiliar, intrusive sensation, but the look in his eyes, the sheer want, made her push against it. He worked one thick finger slowly, patiently, circling the tight ring of muscle, pressing gently until the very tip slipped inside.
"Fuck, Yuan Ai," he groaned, watching his finger disappear into her body. "You're so fucking tight. I can't imagine how my cock is going to feel buried in here."
He added more oil, working a second finger in alongside the first. The stretch was intense, a burning fullness that was so different from her cunt. But with every twist and scissoring motion of his skilled fingers, the pleasure began to overshadow the discomfort. He was stretching her, preparing her, and the filthy, wet sounds filled the carriage.
"Are you ready for me?" he asked, his voice strained. He was kneeling now, his enormous cock in his hand, glistening with oil he'd poured over its intimidating length. It looked impossible. It looked like everything she needed.
"Yes! Fuck, yes, Qin Su, please! I need it! I need to feel you fucking my ass!"
He positioned himself, the broad, slick head of his cock pressing against her. He held her hips firmly, his gaze locked with hers. "Breathe out for me, my love."
She exhaled, and he pushed.
The feeling was astronomical. A splitting, incredible fullness that stole the air from her lungs. It was a stretch beyond anything she had ever known, a burning invasion that was somehow exquisite. He didn't stop, pushing forward with relentless, gradual pressure until she felt his hips meet her ass, until every glorious, fucking inch of him was buried inside her.
They both froze, panting. Her body was clamped around him, a vice-like grip of pure sensation. The initial burn was already melting, transforming into a deep, resonant pleasure that echoed through her entire being.
"Gods… Yuan Ai…" he choked out, his knuckles white where he gripped her hips. "Your ass is… it's fucking perfect. It's milking my cock. I can feel every fucking pulse."
He began to move, a slow, tentative withdraw before pushing back in. The friction was insane, a hot, slick slide that made her whimper. Each thrust was a revelation. She could feel every ridge of his cock, every slight movement inside her. He leaned over her, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss as his pace began to quicken.
"Touch yourself," he growled against her lips. "I want to feel you come on my cock while I fuck this perfect ass."
Her hand flew to her clit, rubbing frantic circles as he pounded into her. The dual sensations were overwhelming. The deep, full feeling of his cock pistoning into her ass and the frantic pleasure from her own fingers on her clit pushed her to the edge instantly.
"I'm going to come! Qin Su, I'm going to—!"
Her orgasm tore through her, a violent, screaming release that made her ass clamp down on him like a fist. The convulsions were intense, wracking her entire body.
Her climax tipped him over the edge. With a guttural roar that was pure animal triumph, he drove into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he came. She felt the hot, pulsing rush of his release flooding her depths, an intimate, claiming heat that sent another, smaller shudder through her.
He collapsed atop her, spent, his weight a comforting anchor. They lay there in the swaying carriage, a tangled mess of limbs and sweaty skin, the only sound their ragged breathing. He was still inside her, softening, a constant reminder of what they'd just done.
After a long moment, he shifted, pulling out slowly, making her gasp at the sensitivity. He looked down at her, his expression a mix of awe and possessive satisfaction. He brought his fingers to her swollen, well-fucked lips, smearing a mix of her slick and his own release.
"Taste it," he murmured, his voice dark and rich with promise. "Taste what we just did."