NTR: Choice Based System

He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, every stroke of her tongue sending shivers down his spine.

He could taste the sweetness of her own arousal mingling with his own, an intoxicating blend that drove him wild.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Is this what you want, Ye Yang?" she purred, her voice husky with desire.

He groaned, his voice rough, "Yes, more... keep going."

She resumed her ministrations, her tongue swirling around the head of his dragon, teasing him to the brink.

He arched his back, his hands tightening on her hair. He could feel himself nearing his limit, the tension building within him unbearable.

Suddenly, she pulled away, leaving him momentarily breathless. "Almost," she whispered, her eyes locked with his.

She leaned forward again, this time taking him deeper, her mouth engulfing him completely.

He gasped, his body arching off the bed. The world seemed to fade away as he experienced the exquisite pleasure of her oral ministrations.

He could feel the walls of his pleasure centre contracting, the release imminent. He gripped her hair tighter, his nails digging into her scalp.

"I... I'm... going to..." he managed to gasp out, his voice thick with pleasure.

She responded by intensifying her movements, her tongue swirling around him with renewed vigour. He could feel himself nearing the edge, a wave of euphoria washing over him.

Then, it happened. He exploded, a torrent of pleasure erupting from deep within him.

He cried out, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm. He clung to her, his body trembling with aftershocks.

She remained with him for a moment, her mouth still firmly attached to his, before she gently pulled away. "Was that good?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper. Experience tales with empire

He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and gratitude. "Unbelievable," he breathed, his voice hoarse. "You're incredible."

She smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Well, I have done this with many who came for my Yang energy, including them." She pointed at the men who had been puppets after they failed her test.

Ye Yang pulled her close, burying his face in her hair. He had never experienced such intense pleasure, such complete surrender. He knew this was something he would never forget.

He lay there for a moment, savouring the afterglow of their encounter. He felt a deep sense of contentment, a feeling of being truly alive.

Finally, he looked up at her, "You have gulped everything," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

She smiled, while licking her lips. "Why should I waste such vigorous Yang energy?" she replied, her voice filled with warmth.

She then pushed him onto the ground, declaring, "Let me prepare for the main course." With that, she began stroking his partially limp member, even using her lips to stimulate it.

He watched, mesmerized, as she expertly manipulated his member with her tongue. Each lick, each suck, brought him closer to the edge.

He groaned, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as the pleasure intensified.

Finally, with a triumphant smirk, she pulled away, revealing his fully erect member, glistening with her saliva. "Ready for the main course?" she purred, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Ye Yang gulped as she climbed on top of him. He could see her wet lower lips, honey leaking from them as she pointed the tip of her tongue towards the head of his erect member.

Then, with a confident grin, she lowered herself onto him.

The initial contact was a jolt, a searing sensation that sent shockwaves through his entire body.

He gasped, his hands instinctively gripping her hips. She began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that quickly intensified.

Ye Yang felt her glide up and down his length, each stroke deeper and more forceful than the last.

He closed his eyes, savouring the sensation. Her body, warm and supple, moved against his with a mesmerizing grace.

He could feel the heat radiating from her, the scent of her arousal intoxicating. Her hips swayed, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, teasing him with their proximity.

Ye Yang arched his back, meeting her movements with his own. He groaned, his voice rough with pleasure.

She responded by increasing the tempo, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. He could feel the friction building, the intensity of the pleasure mounting with each passing second.

He gripped her hips tighter, urging her on. "Faster," he groaned, his voice barely a whisper.

She obeyed, her movements becoming a frenzied dance. He could feel her core muscles clench and release around him, sending waves of ecstasy through his body. He was close, dangerously close, to the precipice.

Then, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear. "Are you ready, Ye Yang?" she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

He could only nod, his body trembling with anticipation. She pushed herself forward one last time, a final, explosive thrust that sent him over the edge.

He cried out, his body arching off the ground. The world exploded in a kaleidoscope of colours and sensations. He clung to her, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm.

She remained on top of him for a moment, her body still moving in a rhythmic afterglow. Then, she collapsed onto him, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and gratitude. "That was..." he began, but words failed him.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Was it good, Ye Yang?" she purred, tracing circles on his chest with her fingertips.

He nodded, his voice hoarse. "Unbelievable. Simply unbelievable."

She leaned down and kissed him, a long, slow kiss that spoke volumes. He kissed her back, his hands exploring the contours of her body.

She broke the kiss, declaring, "Don't expect this to be the end. We're just starting." With that, she dismounted, leaving traces of his seed on her skin. Soon, however, she absorbed it completely.