There was a sharp sting of pain with only a single finger. It took Yu Yanlin by surprise. The unmentionable place that had never since he was born, was extremely sensitive and wasn't used to any intrusion. He was a little terrified at the amount of pain that flared in his secret place.
He wondered if the courtesans who had eagerly pushed themselves down against him, experienced this similar sharp flaring of pain. Though, it did not deter Yu Yanlin, and almost made him more curious about the experience. He groaned, trying to force his body to relax into the foreign intrusion.
Zhang Wang kissed his brow in encouragement, massaging that place with soft gentle strokes. His finger popped out with a wet soft and began to knead the shy ring of muscle until it finally gave under his ministrations.
"That's it, you just have to relax. Tell me if it hurts, okay?"
It took a bit of work but soon Zhang Wang was able to slide his finger in up to the knuckle without resistance. He added another. The cold lubrication coated the demon's inner walls.
Yu Yanlin had one hand clasped around the sleeve of Zhang Wang's robes, shaking as he fought to hold back his strength. The other hand came up to comb through silver locks, gripping onto his own hair as it gave him some sort of reprieve, a grip, a foothold. It didn't.
An unfamiliar feeling tickled that place and as pain soothed, the first thing Yu Yanlin could describe it as was strange. He groaned, feeling himself stretch around slender digits and flushed in realization he was supposed to take the giant thing that hung between Zhang Wang's legs.
Embarrassment, excitement and apprehension all melted together into a heart bounding swirl that ate away at his heart, suffocating him from the inside out.
"Hurry," he gritted through quick shallow breaths as he pushed his hips down on the fingers working him open. Yu Yanlin felt possessed. He needed more stimulation. Fingers untangled from hair, he reached for touch his own length.
Zhang Wang chuckled, his eyes feasting on the sight in front of him. Yu Yanlin's eager impatience was both alluring and adorable and made his dick twitch in response. It was still no excuse to rush things. "A little more. Bare with it, okay?"
A growl replied. Yu Yanlin wasn't keen on bearing with it. But he had no choice.
Zhang Wang scissored his fingers inside and added a third. The flesh still hugged him tightly but it was becoming tender, trembling light beneath his touch. The muscle that had been uninviting earlier was not greedily sucking him in. Zhang Wang's mind was going to explode from the lewdness of it all. He twisted his digits and searched, watching Yu Yanlin's expression carefully for change.
The demon's body suddenly jolted. Eyes that had been partially closed flew open wide. Glossy lips hung open, "Ah! What?" Yu Yanlin shuddered, confused.
Intrigued, Zhang Wang brought his fingers back, finding that interesting spot again, where he felt a swell of something harder than the soft pliable flesh. He tapped against it, slowly at first before pressing with a bit more strength.
The reaction rewarded was spectacular.
Yu Yanlin whined loudly, back arching away from the stone wall as his head tossed back, revealing the long length of his pale throat, readily available for Zhang Wang to mark up. He nibbled on the throat, feeling each vibration behind a groan and each time his Adam's apple bobbed.
Zhang Wang was straining so hard that it hurt but he was addicted to working Yu Yanlin's body to breaking point.
The demon king was plagued with impatience and terrified by the shuddering feeling that assaulted him when Zhang Wang pressed into that secret spot within him. It was driving him mad, unsure if he should grind his hip upward for friction against the cultivator's body, or down so he could impale himself further on those skillful fingers.
His whole body was humming with pleasure. A wondrous heat pooled in his gut and spread like wildfire. Just as it was about to consume him whole, Zhang Wang retracted his hand.
Yu Yanlin gasped at the sudden loss of sensation, glossy eyes blinking in confusion. His ears and tail had come out from all the excitement and now lay flat pressed against his head.
"Why are you stopping?" His voice was almost a little angry, commanding but also shaking.
A smug smile curled Zhang Wang's lips, "I can't let you be the only one having all the fun now, right?"
"Oh." Yu Yanlin had completely forgotten, so lost and swept up by the feeling. He gulped as Zhang Wang picked up one of his legs, holding it up from under the knee to better expose his entrance. Cold wind tickled him, sharp against the wet lube that coated his nether regions, lewdly dripping out of his hole.
Zhang Wang licked his lips, and aligned himself with that puckered ring. Yu Yanlin's body was shaking. "Can I enter?"
Why was he even asking? Growling, Yu Yanlin grinding toward him, "Hurry."
"So impatient," Zhang Wang chided before pressing in. There was some resistant at first, clasping around his sex almost painfully. Yu Yanlin took a sharp intake of air. Zhang Wang stopped, waiting for his partner to relax. A few shuddering breaths warmed the shell of his ear.
When he relaxed, Zhang Wang eased himself in a bit at a time. A wanton groan escaped the depth of the demon's chest, his eyes blinked at the strange feeling of being filled, stretching to accommodate for something so large.
"You're doing so well, taking me in like this," Zhang Wang hummed as he kissed the edge of Yu Yanlin's jaw. With bleary eyes, the demon tilted his head mouth open with a wordless request. Zhang Wang chuckled as he complied, joining those plumped, swollen lips with his own.
Strong arms came around the Immortal of a Thousand Blossom's shoulders in search of leverage. The demon king pulled himself up, sinking his hip downward with Zhang Wang's slow intrusion until he was soon sitting down at the hilt.
"All of it's in," Zhang Wang pulled back, breath hot has he spoke close to Yu Yanlin's face. He could see the small crystals of tears in the demon's eyes. "Does it hurt?"
It did a little, but Yu Yanlin did not wish to wait any longer! "Just hurry." He urged again.
"I don't want to hurt you." Zhang Wang teased, his hands traced the lines of Yu Yanlin's sides, marveling at the way he quivered to each stroke.
"I'm not a woman. I won't break." Yu Yanlin hissed out. Zhang Wang raised a brow with a smirk. He wasn't sure the woman thing was necessarily true but he was pleasantly amused by Yu Yanlin's eagerness. It only served to turn him on even more, his erection swelling even more, nestled inside the demon's hot inner walls.
"Alright, I'll start moving now." After pressing a little kiss on the corner of Yu Yanlin's lips he began to honestly thrust. Slow at first, teasing out every last ounce of Yu Yanlin's wanton neediness. But Zhang Wang's composure was slowly coming apart as well. It was so delectable and soft inside of the demon that he could hardly control the movement of his hips and found himself chasing for pleasure, drunk on the lovely mewls and moans won out of Yu Yanlin's lips.
Hopefully the winds won't carry their love-making too far.
"How are you feeling?" Zhang Wang asked between grunts, "Does it feel good? Tell me, won't you?"
"Nnngh!" Yu Yanlin bit his lip, his neck flushing bright and red from the embarrassing questions that came out of Zhang Wang's lips. Each time the Immortal of a Thousand Blossom's thrust, his cock angled just right and hit that mysterious spot inside of him. His nerves erupted and Yu Yanlin's mind was white. He only mindlessly ground his hips down, chasing after the pleasure like a simple, idiot beast.
The pleasure soared, his nails dug into the cultivator's back, one hand coming down to touch his length that had been bouncing between their bodies. Zhang Wang watched, loving the sight of him, pumping his dick as Zhang Wang slid in and out of that hungry ass.
"Fuck," he cursed, "You're so good, sucking me in. It's so hot inside of you." The quiet night was filled with sounds of their lovemaking, wet and passionate.
With a final soundless cry, Yu Yanlin's head tossed backward. A long stream shot out of his cock and soiled his belly and even chin.
Zhang Wang followed not long after him spilling his seed inside Yu Yanlin's trembling body, causing his toes to curl even as he stood.