"A Noble Family's Romantic Journey" - Chapter 559

Ning He was prepared; she eagerly took off her clothes and lay down on the bed. Liu Lang opened his eyes wide, gazing at this beautiful body, his desire burning even more fiercely. Ning He's two snow-white thighs crossed, forming an extremely provocative pose. Her beautiful hair cascaded over her shoulders, graceful and elegant, like a willow dancing in the east wind. Her face was as beautiful as the moon and as radiant as a flower, her shoulders as delicate as green mountains, her almond-shaped eyes like autumn water, her lips like cherries, her white teeth like two rows of pearly jade, her delicate lips holding a charming smile, and her bright eyes shimmering with moisture.
She was completely naked, her breasts as smooth as jade, her peaks high and firm, the two purple nipples at their tips. Below her round belly, between her thighs, a patch of soft, fragrant grass, a mesmerizing and enchanting sight, covered a wondrous realm. Liu Lang's blood was boiling, a surge of heat rushing towards her belly; he could no longer control himself.
"Sister He..."
Liu Lang climbed onto the bed, eagerly embraced her, and showered her delicate face with kisses, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
Soon, Ning He transformed from a young girl into a young woman. To Liu Lang's surprise, deflowering her was surprisingly smooth. If it weren't for the first drops of blood and the unmistakable sensation of breaking through her hymen, Liu Lang wouldn't have believed such a passionate girl existed. Ning He was fiery and unrestrained. Liu Lang felt as if he were entering another duel; his "Azure Edge Sword" was drawn once more, incredibly hard, and the two fought like tigers, their battle raging fiercely…
Ning He's breasts were being kneaded and pounded by a pair of large hands, a sensation that was both sour and sweet, tingling and numb. Her face was like a peach blossom, her eyes were watery and alluring, her heart was pounding, and she was trembling uncontrollably, letting out weak moans. Liu Lang gradually sensed her arousal, so he slowly pushed inside her, little by little. Ning He was now filled with desire, her lust rising, and her juices flowing freely. She twisted shyly, seemingly welcoming and resisting, her breath coming in soft, delicate gasps.
Liu Lang held her tightly, whispering sweet nothings, their love blossoming as he caressed her, teasing her further. Ning He felt a tingling, numbing sensation throughout her body, a piercing, tingling feeling like ants biting her, her heart burning with desire, yet she could no longer restrain herself. She swayed gently, her legs encircling his waist, thrusting and twisting, responding to his every move, doing everything she could to please him.
Under Ning He's wanton state, Liu Lang unleashed all his skills, using his enormous and hard dragon spear to thrust, ram, and penetrate, sometimes sweeping away fallen leaves like a whirlwind, sometimes grinding against the entrance of her cave. Ning He was conquered by Liu Lang's attacks. Swift, fast, and fierce, his powerful thrusts made her feel numb and itchy, wildly pleasurable, her bones weak and her spirit exhausted, her soul adrift, her lust incessant, soaking the bedsheets, arousing the seductive charm of a naturally gifted woman.
"Good little brother...you...are too strong..."
Ning He stroked Liu Lang's face, gazing at him. His eyebrows were delicately arched like willow leaves, and a sweet smile graced his perfectly sized mouth. Beads of sweat glistened on his temples and forehead. His strong, muscular body pressed against hers, his prominent pectoral muscles rising and falling with each even breath.
Unable to contain herself, Ning He embraced Liu Lang's head and showered him with passionate kisses. His alluring masculine scent sent shivers down her spine. Liu Lang, even more energized, raised his sword and began to thrust and pound fiercely into her, driving her to the brink of ecstasy.
"Good brother... Dragon Spear brother... You can't insert it anymore... I'm going to die... Ouch..."
Ning He's moans only fueled Liu Lang's madness, and he thrust in forcefully dozens more times.
"Sixth Brother... Sister... you... played me to death... It felt so good... Ouch... My whole body feels like it's falling apart..."
A series of strange moans and cries stirred Liu Lang to gallop like a wild horse across the grassland. He tightly embraced her paralyzed, delicate body, and with all his might, he thrust into her again and again, like a whirlwind and a torrential downpour, his sword flowers raining down on her most sensitive spot.
Ning He was in agony, shivering and trembling uncontrollably, her cherry lips agape as she gasped for breath, unable even to utter a sound of pain. Liu Lang felt her vagina contracting rapidly, his internal heat intensifying, and he knew she had climaxed.
"I...I've lost it again...you rascal...please...good brother...I can't take it anymore..."
Liu Lang couldn't control himself either.
"Sister...you're so tight...I'm going to...cum..."
"Sixth Brother...shoot quickly...oh...ah!...so good...sister...it feels so good..."
A tingling sensation followed, and shivers ran through them. Both of them released in blissful relief, panting and neither wanted to move anymore.
The storm had passed, and Liu Lang, holding Ning He in his arms, laughed and said, "I've had so many sisters, but I've never felt this comfortable. Sister Xiu, you're a natural little slut."
Ning He lay quietly, breathing softly, a blush creeping across her face: "You still dare to say that? I was afraid of not doing it well, so I disregarded my shame. Do you doubt your sister?"
"Sister, you're overthinking it. You're a pure and innocent girl, and I know that perfectly well. I didn't mean anything by it. I'm very satisfied with your behavior. Sister Xiu, do you still want me?"
Liu Lang asked with a smile.
Ning He blushed, climbed off the bed, knelt in front of Liu Lang, buried her head between his thighs, and stuck out her tongue. Did the meaning need to be explained? It was clear that she still wanted more.
"Sixth Brother, I both love and fear your dragon spear."
Ninghe focused intently on sucking on it.
"Ah...ah...Sister Xiu...you..."
Liu Lang's sword was slowly drawn again. Ning He, like a cleaner, carefully licked the sword, licking away the liquid on it and examining the tip.
"Ah... Sister He... It feels so good..."
Ning He climbed back onto the bed, draped her thighs over Liu Lang's shoulders, and spread them apart wantonly.
"Good brother... come quickly... sister feels lonely again... good brother... please relieve my itch..."
With a low roar, Liu Lang plunged the dragon spear into the immortal's cave once more.
"Sister He...you're so tight...the friction feels so good..."
Liu Lang couldn't help but groan.
Their second encounter was even more thrilling. After Liu Lang thrust in and out hundreds of times, the two reached their climax simultaneously, ending this earth-shattering battle.
Deng Rou was an extremely beautiful girl, but in her entire life, she had never been more beautiful and captivating than at this moment. Her cheeks were flushed, a vibrant red that shone through her fair and delicate skin. Her eyes were watery and mesmerizing, and her rapid breathing and heaving chest made Liu Lang involuntarily clench his teeth.
As she walked towards Liu Lang, the intoxicating fragrance wafted through him, almost making him faint. Liu Lang felt as if he had been electrocuted, his whole body going numb. Deng Rou approached the bedside, slightly out of breath, her back to Liu Lang.
Liu Lang slowly walked over, coming right up behind Deng Rou. Their bodies were almost touching, but Deng Rou didn't flinch from what Liu Lang had said. He gently reached out and embraced her slender waist. Deng Rou let out a soft moan, leaning back as if boneless. She leaned against Liu Lang, her head tilted back, resting on his shoulder. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath was slightly ragged, her starry eyes were closed, but her long eyelashes trembled.
Liu Lang lowered his head to kiss her, first placing a kiss on Deng Rou's pink cheek. Deng Rou's cheeks were burning hot; she only let out another soft moan, her eyes still tightly closed, motionless. Liu Lang took a deep breath, his hand, which had been around Deng Rou's slender waist, slowly moved upwards, slipping inside her gauze dress and the silk ribbons of her bodice. When his hand finally grasped Deng Rou's breasts, her body trembled.
Deng Rou gasped, "Brother...I..."
Her voice trembled, and she closed her eyes even tighter.
Deng Rou wanted to say that no man had ever touched her body before. But at this moment, her whole body was weak, and Liu Lang's fingers, which were just gently rubbing, felt to Deng Rou like bolts of lightning passing through her body. She was unable to express what she wanted to say; she had become completely confused.
Just as she was feeling dizzy and disoriented, she felt herself being lifted up by Liu Lang. She closed her eyes tighter and her breathing became more rapid. She felt herself being placed on the bed. Her heart pounded even harder. She didn't have the courage to open her eyes. When Liu Lang's body pressed down on her, all she knew was to hold him tightly. It was a man's body, so strong and muscular.
Deng Rou kept her eyes closed, panting, until she felt Liu Lang's burning lips kiss her eyes, then she slightly opened them. When she did, her eyes were burning red. Liu Lang's strong physique made her hold him tightly, lost in passion. She felt a tearing pain in her lower body, but she managed to endure it.
Deng Rou's naked body possessed a high degree of elasticity and healthy curves. Her shoulders had a very beautiful arc, and her large breasts stood proudly like pendants. Her calves were strong and powerful, and her thighs were round and shapely. As Liu Lang admired her body, he slowly pushed his dragon spear in, and Deng Rou cried out in a sweet and seductive voice, "Brother... ah... I... I... ah... brother... ah..."
She came with the intention of giving herself away, and she tried her best to endure the pain of losing her virginity.
Liu Lang gently comforted her, "Sister Rou, your brother loves you, you have to bear with it."
After he finished speaking, he pushed the dragon spear forward again. Deng Rou gritted her teeth, her brows furrowed, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
"Ah...that feels so good...Sister Rou...I...I'm all the way in..."
A sweet feeling welled up in Liu Lang's heart. He said, "Sister Rou...you're so good...ah...your inside is so tight and warm...ah..."
"Mmm... Gently... Gently... Mmm... Oh... Brother... Mmm... Gently..."
"I know, I'll take it slow, Rou-mei, you're so beautiful, your breasts are so lovely."
"Um...brother...your sister is yours..."
Liu Lang leaned down and pressed his chest tightly against her breasts. He kissed her cherry lips and began to thrust his hips forward.
"Mmm...mmm...oh dear...brother...oh dear...I..."
Deng Rou called out.
"Don't be sad, I will take good care of you. I'll take it slow, Rou-mei. The pain is only temporary and will pass soon."
Liu Lang explained, while simultaneously beginning to thrust in and out. He worked diligently, feeling his whole body heat up and his blood boil. After hundreds of thrusts, Deng Rou wore a blissful and alluring expression, moaning, "Mmm...mmm...ah...mmm...brother...mmm..."
Liu Lang knew her moment of agony had passed, so he increased his strength, pressing his dragon spear directly against her clitoris. Deng Rou trembled all over, her waist beginning to sway slowly in rhythm. Liu Lang took a breath and began his vigorous assault again. Deng Rou's body was burning hot, her juices flowing like a surging spring tide.
"Ah...ah...Sister Rou...h..."
Liu Lang felt a burst of hot water being poured over his glans, a numbness shooting through his lower back, and then his thick semen gushed out. Deng Rou let out a soft "hmm," her hair disheveled, but the disheveled hair only enhanced her charm.
Liu Lang whispered in her ear again, "Sister Rou, isn't it amazing? The two of us are one person."
Deng Rou hugged Liu Lang even tighter, pressing herself against him. She let out a sigh of relief. What she expected had happened; the tension before it occurred had vanished. In a seductive, alluring voice, she said, "Brother... I... am finally yours..."

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