The Captive Consort's Tale - Chapter 20: Only When Heaven and Earth Unite Will I Part From You

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From the moment he entered her body, Mingruo held her breath. At first, she only felt a slight swelling, followed by immense pain. The feeling of her body being stretched open by a foreign object was unbearable; she felt as if she were being torn in two. Her tender lips parted slightly, but she couldn't even make a sound because of the pain. Her two delicate hands, which had been gripping her arms tightly, were now completely powerless. Her whole body trembled and shook. The thick object inserted between her slender, white legs was excruciatingly painful.
"Ruo'er—" Duanmu Yun was anxious and wanted to kiss her, but this movement aroused the thick and long erection still residing in her flower cave, making the tearing sensation even more intense. Ming Ruo's small mouth opened wider, but she could only whimper hoarsely. Her two tender legs stretched straight out, and the insteps were also tensed. If you looked closely, you could see that her entire delicate body was trembling.
It really hurts… She had never experienced such pain before… Mingruo’s expression became dazed due to the immense pain. Her delicate eyebrows were furrowed, and her purple phoenix eyes were filled with tears. Before her marriage, her nanny had mentioned to her, only briefly, that it might hurt, and told her to bear it a little, saying that the first time was bound to be a little painful… But was it really just a little painful?!
"Don't cry, Ruo'er, don't cry..." Duanmu Yun carefully touched Mingruo's face, trying his best to keep his lower body still—even though he was being squeezed painfully by her tender little hole. "It won't hurt in a while, it won't hurt in a while???" Looking at her sweaty little face, he felt both amused and heartbroken, and in the end, he didn't know what kind of expression he should make.
Mingruo looked at him through her blurry, tear-filled eyes, "It hurts..."
That soft, sweet cry of pain instantly softened Duanmu Yun's heart. He cupped her small head in his large hands, kissed her repeatedly, and soothed her gently, "It's okay, it won't hurt anymore soon, Ruo'er, don't cry."
Only then did she realize that she seemed to be crying, and Mingruo was a little dazed. It wasn't that she hadn't suffered before; when she was little, her older sisters often bullied her, and sometimes they would even beat her. She had experienced pain even greater than this before. Back then, no matter who hit her, she wouldn't cry. So why was she crying now?
"My dear... my Ruo'er..." Duanmu Yun murmured softly, "I'm here, Ruo'er, don't cry, it doesn't hurt anymore..."
He's there.
Her slender little hand climbed up Duanmu Yun's arm, feeling the taut muscles beneath her palm. A faint smile, tinged with pain yet also filled with immense joy, involuntarily bloomed on her pink lips.
"Yunlang... I'm not in pain anymore, come in."
Duanmu Yun almost thought he had misheard, but upon closer inspection, he saw his little wife with a flushed face and her eyes closed. Her previously trembling body slowly softened, and sticky fluid seemed to be dripping from their point of contact. He glanced down with his dark eyes, then leaned forward and gently kissed Mingruo's lips: "It won't hurt anymore, I promise." As he spoke, he forced back the cold sweat that covered his forehead and slowly, little by little, went inside.
The massive, hot iron slowly forced its way through the narrow passage, gradually expanding and occupying the pink flesh inside. Duanmu Yun was both excited and distressed by the squeezing sensation, finally understanding why men and women in the world were so obsessed with desire. He wanted to rush in without hesitation, but his remaining rationality told him it was best not to do so. His wife was very small and fragile, and if he didn't want to hurt her, he should relax a little.
Her slender, white legs trembled slightly as Duanmu Yun entered her. The woman's most private parts were held tightly in place, as if not only her body but also her soul had been split in two... It wasn't until Duanmu Yun exerted a little force and pushed himself completely inside her that Mingruo let out a soft, seductive moan from the intense feeling of penetration.
His large hands kneaded her pink breasts, which were blooming with delicate beauty. Duanmu Yun breathed heavily, his words somewhat incoherent: "I—I can—it's so tight and hot…Ruo'er, does it hurt?" Seeing Ming Ruo shake her head almost imperceptibly, Duanmu Yun was overjoyed. He pressed his handsome face against her beautiful face and said softly, "Then I'll begin, hmm?"
start?
Mingruo nodded in confusion, but she didn't know what Duanmu Yun was talking about.
But when something began to move inside her, she finally understood what Duanmu Yun meant by "beginning"! Her small mouth was slightly open as she breathed, and her tender, white breasts swayed in his palm with each thrust. She was still young, and because she wasn't well-liked in the palace, her body wasn't particularly plump; she was small and delicate, easily contained by Duanmu Yun's hand. Compared to her more voluptuous older sisters, Mingruo was even more delicate, her skin like solidified cream, so smooth and delicate that a gentle suck could leave a red mark or bruise. She was as moist and supple as a vibrant peach blossom bud, soft and limp, with a beauty that could topple kingdoms. It was fortunate that Consort Huai had the foresight to apply something to her face from a young age; otherwise, she probably wouldn't have lived to seventeen.
Each time he entered, he was enveloped by her delicate, tender flesh. Being her first time, Duanmu Yun dared not use force, much less linger. His little wife was still incredibly delicate; there was plenty of time ahead, a lifetime to slowly and tenderly entwine, no need to rush.
It's usually very difficult for a woman to experience pleasure the first time. Although Mingruo's body is sensitive, Duanmu Yun was still worried that she would be in pain. So he played with her soft breasts with one hand and reached to the point of intercourse with the other to tease her gently until he noticed a sweet fluid flowing out, which made him feel a little relieved.
"Does it still hurt?"
Mingruo was panting heavily from his thrusts, and had no time to answer him. She could only shake her head and nod awkwardly, her little mouth open, making incoherent noises, but she couldn't say anything.
Knowing she couldn't take it anymore, Duanmu Yun didn't dare to pester her any further. He quickly thrust a few times. Although he longed for that beautiful flower cave, he couldn't bear to continue. The wedding night was only to bring their hearts closer, not just for lust.
In the final, uncontrolled moment, Duanmu Yun lowered his head and captured Mingruo's small mouth, kissing her deeply. His dark eyes were filled with tender, lingering affection, pressing against her lips in varying shades, etching the kiss into the sea.
"Ruo'er... um... my wife... my..."
Her purple eyes widened in an instant. Mingruo trembled several times as the hot liquid rapidly surging into her body. Her small hands slowly imitated the way Duanmu Yun hugged her, gently stroking his bare, muscular back, and then she closed her eyes.
"Oh Heaven! I wish to be with you forever, until the end of time. Unless the mountains crumble, the rivers run dry, winter thunder roars, summer snow falls, and heaven and earth unite, only then will I part from you!"
Without realizing it, the two opened their eyes simultaneously. Their most intimate parts were still joined together, yet as they looked into each other's eyes, they slowly, word by word, recited the ancient poem. Although they were newlyweds, and had only known each other for a short time, at the moment their bodies merged, it felt as if they had known each other for lifetimes, a timeless and tender entanglement.
Author's Note:
I really didn't want to stay up all night, but why did I end up doing it again?! I woke up at 5 pm~~~ and finished writing at 2 am the next day, damn it... I'm a god, aren't I?! (>_<)~~~~

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