Chapter 62 The Taste Of An Immortal Fairy (2/2)

As Xuan positioned herself, Huo Fei spread her legs slightly, ample chest pressed to the hardwood as he entered her slowly and smoothly, his length dragging itself across her g-spot. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she gave a moan of sheer ecstasy, her mind melting again as he began to thrust. Her cheeks flushed, her crotch throbbed. As she moaned through her gag, muffled and high-pitched, Xuan's hand made its way to her ample chest. He groped and squeezed, exploring the softness of her welcoming frame again for the first time in years.

Every so often, his hand brushed against her nipples through her clothing, his touch electric to her. Every time he did, her back arched violently, her moans amplifying. She became short of breathing at points—spots appeared in her vision every so often as her husband pounded away at her, his cock molding her to fit his shape again after so many years of celibacy without him. It was heavenly, divine—he was hitting parts of her that hadn't been touched in years. Her juices dripped down her legs as his hand firmly gripped her waist, hot, warm and sticky. But then, he suddenly stopped, pulling the gag out of her mouth.

"Wh-Why'd you stop?" she stammered, eyes hazy and face red, her hair disheveled with a pleading expression on her face.

"I'm close. And we don't have protection."

She knew why he had stopped for this reason. He didn't want children, but she did. He needed to focus on his cultivation, more so now than ever. He didn't have the time to be worrying about taking care of a child. But in this moment, none of that mattered to Huo Fei.

"I d-don't care. It's a safe day anyway. Even if it happens, you don't have to father them. I'll…I'll take full responsibility." She spoke with honesty, locking eyes with him. They flashed with sureness, defiance, desire. Ambition. He had no doubt she was serious, but paused anyway.

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Your choice."

With that, his ramming resumed without warning. Her uninhibited moans now rang out clear across the room, soft and pleading. His thrusts picked up pace, faster, more aggressive. She could feel him swell inside her ever so slightly, throb harder for a moment, before he erupted within her. A thick, red hot explosion of constant seed, filling her without warning as it flowed freely. Some trickled out around the edges of her pussy, trailing down her legs. The warm sensation within her gave rise to another orgasm as he pumped his cum into her, forcing him to push her down by the back with a hand to ease her involuntary convulsion and bucking. Her legs trembled under her, weak and energy spent. But she wasn't done.

With drool trailing from the edge of her mouth, she shakily wiped it off with the back of her hand as she turned to him.

"I want… m-more."

He cocked an eyebrow, skeptical. He tucked his arms between her legs, remaining hard inside her as he lifted her up, her back pressed to him as his palms held her head in place in a full-nelson stance.

"After this, you're gonna be resting. Trust me."

Before she could argue, his relentless pounding resumed. His length swiftly crammed itself into her over and over again, unfaltering. She swore she could feel him ramming himself into her so hard that she could see the slightest bulge in her lower abdomen as he moved, but her vision was too blurred and her head too dizzy to be sure. He slammed into her g-spot repeatedly, not caring anymore to be slow and gentle. She had asked for it, and he intended to oblige.

Their cum mixed and dropped down onto the floor as his hips snapped back and forth without fail, and she came—but not once. The constant stimulation of her pleasure points by her husband caused her to orgasm repeatedly, not stopping. She felt herself tighten around him several times, the pleasure wrecking her mind and hitting her like a truck. All rational thought was eradicated as burning desire overcame everything else, her eyes crossing as her tongue hung out of her slack jaw.

She felt herself black out every fifteen seconds or so—but it could have been every fifteen minutes. She lost all concept of time, space, everything - all she knew was the overpowering serenity she had been introduced to. The constant clamping of her pussy on Xuan's length didn't go unappreciated—the pleasure was almost too much for even him to keep up as he shot load after load directly into her, his constant movement ramming the sloppy liquid deeper and deeper into her.

She was still cumming even when Xuan finally started to slow his pace, orgasming constantly. Only when he lifted her off his shaft did she finally start regaining consciousness, her chest rising and falling heavily as cum pooled between her legs on the ground where she lay, flowing out of her overfilled insides, still warm as her husband left. She knew he had left the room, but was too tired and too ecstatic to consider why or where. She was still riding the high.

She was left there for a moment, trying to comprehend exactly what she had just felt and how good it was, what exactly had happened to her in her hazy memory and where she was, until Xuan returned with towels and fresh clothes. First he cleaned up the floor, then carried Huo Fei to a warm bath he'd run for her while he was gone. He let her lay still, moving her himself only to help clean her off of all the sweat on her body. He shampooed and conditioned her hair the way he remembered she liked it, gently running his hands through it as he massaged her scalp and worked out all the matting and knots.

He massaged her favorite scented body butter into her skin, since she prided herself on keeping it soft and supple. Eventually he drained the bath, toweling her dry and picking her up in a princess carry as he took her to his bedroom, the king size bed soft under her delicate frame. He dressed her in fresh underwear and silky smooth pajamas taken from the grandiose wardrobe inside the room.

He laid her to rest once more as her breathing made her chest rise and fall gently, her sleeping expression calm and quiet. He found himself changing into a similar set of clothes and joining her, despite his usual attitudes, wrapping his arm round her waist and pulling the duvet over the two of them as they slept.

For a blissful moment, Xuan almost wished that time would stop. But he knew that he could not make that happen as he was right now, and so, he simply closed his eyes and took in the warmth of Huo Fei beside him.

Life was good.