My Mother Has a System but Won't Use It

They were in the missionary position. Liyue looked to the side in shyness and closed her eyes tightly. Her cheeks burned crimson.

Taking both of her thighs, he spread them as far as he could and rested them atop his own shoulders, and her wet vagina was before him with all its beauty. His cock was as hard as it could be.

She looked at it for a brief second and all her misgivings attacked her.

"Will… Will it fit?" she squeaked.

He smiled at her reassuringly and rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, and she took rapid breaths.

"Ge… gently… please!"

Her husband didn't use any Magic Powers, and with a gentleness in his movement that sent electricity coursing through her veins, he pushed in. It was so gentle, so slow, she could feel its movement crisply.

It was entering her, and it was painful.

On the contrary, he could feel the wetness around his shaft, the comforting embrace of her insides, which was so tight. He could hear the quivering in her body, and he could sense the anticipation and fear.

Her insides were tight, and, a bit deeper in, it was closed off by her hymen.

Slowly, he pushed in deeper.

She gasped as she took hold of his hands powerfully. Her body was stronger than normal, and so was her hymen.

Tears rolled down her eyes as blood trickled into the bedsheet. He paused halfway in, leaned down, and kissed her. She reciprocated while sniffing.

It was the most painful thing she had ever experienced.

They broke the kiss, their unruly hair and flushed faces focusing on each other.

"Painful?"

"Yes, but I am happy." Liyue tried to rub her tears away, but he did it for her.

She hugged his head onto her nape with more tears, not letting him go. She wanted him close, as close as possible. "Continue…" she said with a weak tone.

They could feel both of their Existence mingling, colliding against each other and slowly becoming one in this form. Their souls were in intercourse as much as their bodies were. It was fusing into one temporarily.

He kissed the side of her face and entered the rest of the way into her pussy. Her soul almost left her body as the entire thing entered deep into her.

Liyue let out a painful breath.

Blood coated the bedsheet.

"Wait. Wait a moment, don't move…" she said weakly, her legs powerlessly wrapped around his waist.

He didn't move. His head was forced onto her nape, but he could feel her weakness; her olive neck was full of sweat, and her movement was full of painful struggle. He poured some of his stamina into her without moving.

She straightened a bit and nodded, thankful for his consideration.

She was ready.

He gently began to thrust, and she moaned in pain as her tears began to leak again, out of his sight. Her nails tried to sink into Han Li's arms, but they couldn't. He continued to thrust, and among deep breaths and moans of pain, the pain slowly transformed into pleasure, and Liyue began to loosen up.

Leaning up from her hold, he kissed her on the lips while continuing to move.

She broke the kiss before asking, "Enough pain… now I can remember that pain forever. It's enough. Big Brother… remove the pain…"

He nodded and kissed her cheeks.

Lust Dao—Painless Lust.

The power washed over her, and all her pain became Lust.

With a flushed face, she could feel his cock filling her untouched insides, parting the barriers again and again and molding them to his own shape. There was no longer any pain in his thrusts but pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Her Big Brother moved in slow, rhythmic motions and fast, powerful ones, and she moaned, her eyes glazing over as he continued his ministrations.

Then, she was in a land of pleasure that she had never experienced before.

Their Existence completely became one for that short moment; she could feel all the thoughts he had about her, and he could feel hers.

She loved him almost to the point of obsession. She was obsessed with every single minute detail about him.

He loved her. He wanted her. He cared about her. He wanted to love her, and his care was even deeper than her own. He saw her as someone he had to lead and protect.

Her eyes became even more glazed as his thrusts became rough and fast.

Only five minutes in, "Ann~" she moaned, and her dam broke as her nectar spurted across his shaft. He gulped, taking her boobs and slamming his cock powerfully into her before releasing all his jizz into her.

Both of them breathed heavily, looking at each other with flushed faces before they once again continued.

Hours and hours of intercourse followed. They came multiple times, and she moaned with abandon. Even for him, this was a new experience. They were one at this moment.

Their Existence, at this moment, was meant for each other and each other alone. They were left gasping, again and again, in heat. But he was far from over.

He wanted to use all his stamina up today.

Without allowing their Existence to become two again, he put her in a different position and spread her rosy ass cheeks before he entered into his familiar butthole.

She blushed as, one after the other, her holes were filled with his liquids.

It was an extreme satisfaction of sexual satisfaction that followed each of his moves, yet beyond any of this physical pleasure. Their Existence was in a constant battle of sensuality; it felt far more powerful than their bodies mingling.

It was a far more powerful pleasure. She could only cum again and again to each of his moves, but even then, she didn't feel tired, she wanted to go on forever. Soon enough, Han Li couldn't stop himself either.

Both of them were lost in pleasure. In wonderful pleasure that they hadn't even known existed.