Fengjiu awoke with the crisp morning sun, illuminating Kunlun mountain. She couldn't believe what had happened the night before. Her mind replayed the memory over and over again.

The night before:

She sat in his lap, her lips against his naked neck. Dong Hua began to untie the waist of her skirts. His hands shuddered and she smiled against his warm skin, pleased that he was just as nervous as her.
"I have never-" He began to whisper and she pulled back, looking at him in the eyes.
"I will look after you, Dijun." She cooed to him and he let his eyes fall shut as the pleasure pulsed through him.

Against her father's wishes, she had sat in on the classes that Gugu had taken before her marriage to Ye Hua. A fine woman of Qing Qiu instructed them on the ways to please a husband. The places to touch, the ways to delicately instruct, so that he would never feel the need nor desire to take a concubine.

Her knowledge had been useless for so long. But the woman's training flared in her mind as she sat on Dong Hua's lap. She needed to do this for him, at least the first time, this had to be for him.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and laid him down on the bed. He followed the instructions willingly, she was glad to find and he stared up at her with intense desire in his eyes.

She held his eye contact as she shrugged her dress from her shoulders and her hair fell over her shoulder, onto her exposed breasts.

He had never seen something so marvellous, Fenjiu in her naked form, every bit a goddess. He reached out to touch her and she took his hand, restraining him for a moment.
"Patience, Dijun." She whispered to him and rather liked when she addressed him in such a way in such a circumstance.

First, she leant herself down, until her naked breasts pressed firm against his bare chest. She heard his breath come ragged and faint as she made the contact. She pulled him in for a kiss, a soft and tender touch of the lips, before she began kissing down his throat and onto his chest.

He had thought she might be nervous or coy. But she was the one in control in this situation and he was rather glad for it, to be able to be at her mercy in such a way.

He hissed when her tongue darted over his nipple. It happened so quickly he was unsure if it was reality, or just a dream, until it happened again and again.

Jiu watched in bliss as his mouth fell open softly and he strained his head to the side. It was exactly the reaction she wanted. She began to trace her tongue down his torso, following the delicious line down his mid drift. When she reached his pelvis, she gave him a quick kiss there and then pulled the strings of his trousers with the tips of her fingers.

Dong Hua's body reacted without any intervention from his conscious mind. He lifted his hips as she slid the fabric from his lower half and gasped as he felt the night-time air against his most private part.

Fengjiu could not believe it. She had seen sketches in books and some girls had spoken about ones that they had seen while the boys went nakes swimming in the lake, but it was never like this. His member was laid flat against his stomach, glossed with a kind of sheen. It was pale, as was the rest of his being. Its size shocked her. She had never heard of an appendage described at such a size. She took a moment to remind herself of her determination and outreached her fingers.

She touched it with the tips of her fingers first and flinched when she heard Dong Hua groan and bare his teeth. Her hand hovered over the flesh as she began to panic. The woman teacher in Qing Qiu had said they might have some strange reactions, but he seemed as if he was in a frenzy.

She needed to push forward. She placed her fingers as far around the shaft as they could reach and tilted it away from his body, so that she might look at it in more detail. She tuned out the crawling gurgling cries from Dong Hua and focused on the piece of flesh that she had never seen before.

Dong Hua could not see straight. No one had ever come close to touching him there. He had heard what men said, how comfortable it was to lie with a woman. But this was unthinkable. His entire mind was shrouded in the sensation of his manhood. He could think of nothing else, consider nothing but his need for her.

Fengjiu was in no rush. She looked at the shaft from multiple angles, tapping her fingertip against the slimy substance that was leaking from the tip. She watched as it began to leak more as she touched it and wondered if there was some causation there.

She recalled her training and began moving her hand in soft motions, moving the skin that covered the sensitive manhood. Dong Hua's hips left the bed as he undulated against her touch. She wondered how he must have suffered, waiting for so long to experience such pleasure.

After a while, she moved onto the next act of the sequence that she had been taught. She lowered herself between his legs and parted her lips, placing them over the tip of him, kissing him. His body doubled over then, and his hands were in her hair as his torso towered over her.
"Jiuer." He panted as she took more of him into her mouth. She silently praised herself for giving him such pleasure.

The torture lasted for what seemed like forever, until she released the shaft, allowing it to slap back against his pelvis and turned her attention to the fruits that her teacher had told her would be hanging beneath. When she looked, there they were, hanging at the size of two fruits native to her land. She adjusted herself and extended her tongue, lapping it over the warm surface, before taking the fruit into her mouth.

As she sucked, Dong Hua fell back on the bed. He thought he might lose consciousness, that he might fade, before they had even consumated the marriage. But he forced himself to remain in the moment, to stay with Jiuer.

She released him and looked down at her husband. He was dripping with sweat and his chest was rising and falling with panting breaths. She smiled down at him and realised that just as she belonged to him, he was her creature too.

Dong Hua looked up at his wife as she began to position herself at his core.
"I want you to feel all of me, Dijun." She whispered to him, as she slid him into her most private of places.

He was knocked off of his axis as he groaned against the silence. She was so warm, so hot and the walls of her place squeezed him in the most painfully pleasurable of ways. He gripped the sheets of the bed as she began to move herself against him.

Jiu had to resist her desire to giggle with glee, looking down at him, so enthralled by her. He was so large, he invaded her place and she breathed rhythmically to get past the pain. But once the dull ache had subsided, she began moving her hips, just as she had practised and it seemed that what her teacher had said was right: The easiest way to hypnotise a man is by sitting utop him.

She arched her back and began pressing herself against him with more force. She was pleased when she felt him moving against her, meeting her with every stroke, every thrust. His hands moved to her hips, his fingers pressing against the skin there and she placed her hands in her hair, pulling it away from her face.

Dong Hua wished he could keep that image of her forever, enthralled in such passion. His hips moved of their own volition as he thrust himself into the soft, burning core of her and soon, he pulled her down to his lips, kissing her passionately, as the angle changed and he could feel all new depths of her.

Fenjiu panted as he increased his pace, it was bliss, pure bliss to be so filled by him. She felt her cheeks become red and her toes begin to curl as she felt herself building to something. Her teacher had also educated her on this aspect of the act and she continued to breath steadily, as she was instructed.

She felt herself tightening, and it seemed Dong Hua did too as his fingers pressed deep into her hips, his pace quickening and quickening, thrusting at an unbearably fast pace, until Fengjiu felt herself leap from a mountain top, and fall into a warm rippling river, falling lax against his chest as the core of herself contracted and her entire being shuddered with pleasure.

Dong Hua heard her cries of pleasure mingle with his own as he released inside of her. His seed filled her as it came in bouts, seemingly never ending. They laid like that for a long while, him still inside of her, both shuddering with the aftershocks of such an event. It was blissful and peaceful, as if all was right in the world.

Jiu returned to the present moment and found a rather amused Dong Hua looking up at her.
"Good morning." He whispered, pulling her close and placing a kiss between her breasts.
"What were you thinking about?" He asked against her skin and she shook her head, attempting to shake out her vivid memories.
"Oh, nothing." She told him and he sent her a small knowing grin.
"Nothing indeed."