Accidentally Married a Fox God

Li Meirong's body seemed to need him as much as her befuddled mind did, for she felt herself grow increasingly wet for him. A line of slick liquid trickled down her thighs while Zhu Qingyue handled her body as if she were a marionette. He had complete control, pushing her forcefully down onto his shaft until he was fully buried within her.

Zhu Qingyue released a primal hiss of satisfaction once his cock thrust inside her all the way to the hilt.

"You are so tight, so wet." He let out the words through gritted teeth.

Li Meirong writhed on top of him, whimpering helplessly.

Zhu Qingyue lifted her up until his cock was nearly fully visible once more. Li Meirong cast her gaze downwards to observe her own slick juices overflowing, coating Zhu Qingyue's throbbing manhood. The evidence of her arousal shamefully plain to see.

A streak of red suddenly caught her eye but was immediately concealed from view as the silver haired man seemed to lose whatever was left of his patience.

Without any further ado, Zhu Qingyue's powerful hips surged forward, burying his entire length once more into her aching core with one swift movement.

The intruding sensation was so sharp and intense that Li Meirong was screaming as she held onto Zhu Qingyue for dear life, her arms around him in a fierce embrace, fingernails digging and cutting into his back.

He seemed entirely all too pleased by her reaction, slamming his hips upwards and shoving himself inside her repetitively, sheathing his cock to the hilt with every hard thrust. His pace grew increasingly faster every time she cried out.

"I can't anymore!" Li Meirong screamed, shutting her eyes in ecstasy. Her body felt no better than a taut cord of a musical instrument, about to snap at any given moment.

"You can, and you will," he countered with a low growl while vigorously pumping into her again and again.

His motions were unpractised, uneven. But his deep, magnetic voice was low, controlled, and mysteriously reassuring. It helped to ease Li Meirong's tension and fear, allowing her to concentrate on the mounting pleasure building within her.

His thrusts were growing ever harder and faster with a desperate urgency, on the precipice of pain, but not quite there.

Everything stripped away except for a primitive need, a demand, which Zhu Qingyue not only answered, but had far exceeded any of her wildest expectations.

She screamed again as her walls clamped down on him, tremors of electricity shooting up her spine.

"Look at me." Li Meirong heard him say.

"Mmhm?"

She let out a mumbled response and groggily opened her eyes to stare straight at Zhu Qingyue. Her cheeks were flushed red at the lewd sounds evoked by their lovemaking. Her taut legs trembled as her body naturally strived to loosen itself from the intense orgasm, yet he kept pumping himself inside her, prolonging the agonizing, nerve-wracking sensation.

"Li Meirong." Zhu Qingyue's gaze burned through her soul. Her name was uttered as a ferocious command from his lips.

"Finally," he whispered, forcing himself inside and grinding his erection as deeply as he could. "You're mine."

Li Meirong trembled all over as she rode the pleasure, every pounding of his shaft became another jolt of electricity searing through her.

She locked eyes with him and the tremble in her body became one that was not entirely of enjoyment. He stared at her with a pair of haunting, fiercely possessive eyes. It was a look no less frightening than his wrath.

As if to match the ferocity of his gaze, Zhu Qingyue began to almost viciously slam himself into her abused tunnel at a much greater speed, on the verge of his own approaching release.

"You're mine forever," he said, breathing hard. His mouth clamped on hers as she felt his swelling cock spasm and expand its width within her, stretching the contorting muscles of her inner walls wider as he shot his seed inside.