Mo Li's hips moved in a relentless, devastating rhythm, each thrust slow and heavy, driving his thick cock deep inside Lin Xinyao's trembling, soaked heat.Every time he pulled out, her walls clutched at him desperately, slick with her shameful need — then he plunged back in, the head of his cock nudging right against the tender gate of her womb.
Her back arched off the mattress with a strangled gasp.
"Mo… Mo Li… it's— ah— it's so deep… I… gods, I can't—"
Her hands fluttered uselessly at his shoulders, nails scratching faint lines into his skin, as if torn between pushing him away and dragging him closer.
Her frost qi tried again to rally, sending little shards of cold racing through her veins — only to melt instantly under the molten heat that bloomed every time he bottomed out.
Mo Li's mouth curled into a dark, satisfied smirk.He slowed down deliberately, pulling almost entirely out, letting her slick walls cling and flutter around the swollen head — then pushed back in with a slow, grinding force that made her eyes roll back.
"N-no… d-don't— ah—!"Her voice broke into tiny, shattered whimpers."It feels… it feels so… so good I can't—"
"Say it."His breath was hot against her ear, hips grinding so deep she let out a helpless sob."Tell me exactly how it feels to be fucked like this."
Her face twisted in raw shame, tears welling up again — but her lips parted, trembling.
"It feels… gods… it feels so good— I c-can't breathe when you— when you're so deep…"
Her walls clenched around him even tighter, a slick gush betraying her.
Mo Li let out a low, savage growl. His hands tightened on her waist, lifting her slightly off the bed so he could start to drive into her harder, faster. The rough rhythm sent tiny ripples of pleasure jolting up her spine.
The slap of skin on skin filled the little room, mixed with her rising cries.
"Mo Li—! Ah— it's— so much— I—"
Each thrust bumped hard against her womb entrance, sending sharp shocks of raw pleasure twisting through her belly. Her inner muscles fluttered around him in greedy, desperate pulses, slick dripping down to stain the sheets.
"You're soaking me," he rasped, voice dark velvet."Your little frost cultivation never gave you this, did it? Never made you this wet."
Her head turned to the side, eyes squeezed shut, lips quivering — but her hips rocked up to meet him, chasing every punishing thrust.
Mo Li slowed again, just to savor her trembling, rolling his hips in deep circles that ground his cock right against her womb. Her thighs twitched wildly, trying to close — then wrapped tight around his waist instead, ankles locking to keep him there.
"Please…"Her voice was so small it barely made it past her lips.
Mo Li leaned down, mouth brushing hers.
"Louder."
Her face crumpled in hot humiliation — then she broke. Her hands flew to his hair, dragging his mouth to hers in a messy, desperate kiss.
"Please… Mo Li… fuck me harder— don't stop— I want it, I want all of it—!"
Her words spilled out in tiny sobs between kisses. Her frost qi had shattered completely, every icy line inside her cultivation melting into sweet, molten yin that sucked greedily at his yang.
Mo Li grinned against her mouth, then snapped his hips forward hard enough to jolt her entire body. She cried out, back arching, nails raking down his shoulders.
"Good little frost flower," he growled, each word punctuated by another deep thrust."Begging to be filled. Begging for your womb to learn who owns it."
Her moans rose higher, tiny gasping cries that turned into helpless sobs. The bed creaked under them, wood straining with each brutal snap of his hips.
Her walls clamped around him again and again, so tight it was almost painful, trying to milk him deeper.
"Mo Li—! Ah— gods— I'm— I'm so close— I can't—!"
His hands locked on her hips, dragging her down to meet each savage thrust. Then with a final, deep grind, he buried himself to the hilt — the thick head of his cock pressing hard against her womb entrance.
Mo Li groaned, voice low and wrecked.
"Take it… take all of me—"
Heat burst inside her. Thick, hot spurts of seed flooded her trembling core, pouring straight against her womb.
Her entire body jolted violently — then seized in a shattering orgasm. Her walls clamped down so hard around him it nearly forced him out, milking him desperately, slick gushing around the base of his cock.
"Ah—! Mo Li— Mo Li— gods, I'm— I'm—!"
Her cry broke into tiny, gasping sobs. Her thighs locked around him, hands clutching his shoulders so tight her knuckles went bloodless. Her entire cultivation core twisted violently — frost qi shattering into molten, needy yin that tangled around his demonic energy, binding them deeper than she could ever undo.
When it finally ebbed, she lay trembling beneath him, hair plastered to her damp cheeks, lips parted on small, wrecked whimpers.
His cock still rested deep inside her, warmth slowly leaking from her stuffed, aching core.
Her hands stroked weakly over his shoulders, then curled around him in a fragile hug — pressing tiny, shamed kisses to his throat, even as tears still clung to her lashes.
Mo Li only smirked, giving a slow, teasing thrust that made her entire body jolt with a tiny broken moan.
"Good girl," he whispered, voice like dark honey."Now your womb knows exactly who it belongs to."