The rest of the night passed in a state of peaceful intimacy. Song Qing, his arm wrapped protectively around Bibi Dong's naked form, drifted off to sleep, the warmth of her body a comforting presence against his. Bibi Dong, nestled in his embrace, finally allowed herself to relax, the tension that had been her constant companion for so long easing its grip.
The first rays of dawn peeked through the heavy curtains of the chamber, casting a soft golden glow across the room. Song Qing was the first to awaken. His eyes fluttered open, and he found himself gazing at the serene beauty of Bibi Dong's sleeping face. Her rose pink hair, now slightly tousled, framed her features like a halo. Her lips were slightly parted, and a peaceful expression rested upon her face.
He gently shifted his position, careful not to wake her, and his gaze drifted down her body. The silken sheets had slipped down during the night, revealing the exquisite curves he had explored with such shy boldness just hours before. The sight was breathtaking, and a wave of affection and desire washed over him.
'She's so beautiful,' he thought, his heart swelling with a tenderness he had never felt before. He reached out a hand, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her collarbone, the soft swell of her breast.
He lingered there for a moment, simply admiring her, before gently nudging her shoulder. "Teacher," he whispered softly, "it's morning."
Bibi Dong's eyelids fluttered open, her beautiful eyes, still slightly hazy with sleep, focusing on him. A soft smile touched her lips as she saw his face so close to hers.
"Good morning, Qing'er," she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.
They lay there for a few more moments, simply gazing at each other, the comfortable silence filled with unspoken emotions. Then, Song Qing gently pulled back the covers. "Let's go take a bath, Teacher."
Bibi Dong nodded, a hint of a playful smile in her eyes. They rose from the bed, their naked bodies brushing against each other, sending a fresh wave of awareness through them both.
The bathing chamber was spacious and luxurious, filled with the fragrant steam rising from a large, ornate tub filled with warm water and flower petals. They stepped into the tub together, the warm water enveloping them in a soothing embrace.
As they washed each other, their touches lingering a little longer than necessary, Song Qing knew he needed to address the delicate nature of their newfound intimacy.
"Teacher," he began, his voice serious, "about last night… I… I cherish what happened between us."
Bibi Dong looked at him, her expression soft and understanding. "As do I, Qing'er."
"But," Song Qing continued hesitantly, "I don't want to… I don't want to hurt your prestige as the Pope. Our relationship… it's not something that can be known openly."
A shadow of sadness flickered across Bibi Dong's face, but she nodded slowly. "I understand, Qing'er. For now… it must remain our secret."
"Yes," Song Qing agreed, relief washing over him. "A secret relationship… just between us."
As they continued to bathe, Bibi Dong's gaze drifted down Song Qing's body, lingering for a moment on his lower region. Her eyes widened almost imperceptibly.
'That…' she thought, a wave of surprise washing over her. 'For someone so young…'
She couldn't help but notice the impressive size of his manhood, already showing signs of awakening in the warm water. It was… remarkably large, especially considering his age.
'It's… quite substantial,' she mused, a faint blush creeping up her neck. She had never seen a man's… member… up close before. Her past with Yu Xiaogang had been emotionally scarring and devoid of any true intimacy. And her forced union with Qian Xunji… that was a nightmare she preferred not to revisit.
But she had, on occasion, overheard the palace maids whispering amongst themselves, their hushed conversations filled with giggles and exaggerated tales of the… endowments… of various men. And from what she had gathered, Song Qing's seemed… exceptional.
'Could it really be… the largest?' she wondered, a strange curiosity mixing with a touch of nervousness. 'He said he wanted to wait two more years… with… that?'
The thought sent a shiver down her spine. Two years seemed like a very long time to wait, especially now that the door to this new intimacy had been opened.
Song Qing, noticing her gaze, felt a flush rise to his own cheeks. He suddenly felt a little self-conscious.
'Is it… too big?' he wondered, a flicker of insecurity momentarily clouding his confidence.
But then, Bibi Dong's gaze met his, and the look in her eyes was not one of judgment or surprise, but rather a curious… almost admiring… fascination.
A small, playful smile touched her lips. "Qing'er," she whispered, her voice suddenly husky, "you said you wanted to wait two more years…"
Song Qing nodded, a little confused by the sudden shift in the conversation. "Yes, Teacher. I want our first time… our true union… to be special."
Bibi Dong's smile widened, becoming more suggestive. She reached out a hand, her fingers gently tracing the length of his burgeoning manhood beneath the water.
"And I will wait, my dear Qing'er," she purred, her voice like velvet. "But… that doesn't mean we can't… explore a little in the meantime, does it?"
Before Song Qing could fully process her words, Bibi Dong leaned closer and whispered something in his ear, her breath warm and intoxicating against his skin. His eyes widened in surprise and a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure shot through him.
'She… she wants to… here? Now?' he thought, his mind reeling.
Without waiting for his response, Bibi Dong's hand slipped beneath the water, and her touch became more intimate, more deliberate. Song Qing gasped, his earlier shyness completely forgotten, replaced by a rush of pure sensation.
He watched, mesmerized, as his powerful teacher, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, began to pleasure him with a skilled and knowing touch. His breath hitched in his throat, and a low groan escaped his lips.
'Teacher…' he thought, his mind going blank as waves of pleasure washed over him. He had expected a quiet, secret relationship. He hadn't expected this.
Bibi Dong's eyes were fixed on his face, a look of intense concentration mixed with a hint of playful amusement. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying his reaction, her touch becoming more confident, more demanding.
Song Qing closed his eyes, abandoning himself to the exquisite sensations. The warm water, the fragrant petals, the soft touch of his teacher's hand… it was all a surreal and incredibly pleasurable experience. He had initiated a change in their relationship, but he hadn't fully grasped the extent of Bibi Dong's own desires and her willingness to explore this new dynamic.
He moaned again, louder this time, his body trembling slightly. Bibi Dong's smile widened, a look of pure satisfaction on her beautiful face. She continued her ministrations, her touch expertly guiding him closer and closer to the edge.
Song Qing could barely think, his mind consumed by the overwhelming pleasure. He had wanted to take charge, to be more dominant, but his teacher was proving to be just as assertive, just as willing to explore the boundaries of their relationship.
He reached out and gently cupped her face, his thumbs stroking her soft cheeks. He opened his eyes and looked at her, his gaze filled with a mixture of gratitude and burgeoning desire.
"Teacher…" he managed to gasp out, his voice thick with emotion. "You… you don't have to…"
Bibi Dong simply shook her head, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous light. "But I want to, Qing'er," she whispered, her touch never faltering. "You've given me a gift. Let me give you one in return."
And with that, she continued her ministrations, her touch becoming more insistent, more urgent, until Song Qing finally succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure, his body shuddering as he reached his peak.
He leaned back against the edge of the tub, his breathing ragged, his body still trembling. Bibi Dong continued to hold him, her gaze filled with a soft, almost maternal affection.
"Are you alright, Qing'er?" she asked softly, her hand gently stroking his hair.
Song Qing could only nod, still catching his breath. He had been completely taken by surprise, but it had been an incredibly pleasurable surprise.
'She really… she really likes me,' he thought, a wave of warmth spreading through his chest.
But even as the last shudders of pleasure faded, Song Qing felt a lingering tension in his body. He glanced down, a hint of embarrassment mixed with a certain pride, and noticed that his member was still stubbornly erect, rock solid hard despite his recent release.
Bibi Dong, who had been gently stroking his hair, followed his gaze. Her eyes widened slightly once more, a hint of surprise and perhaps even a touch of awe flickering within their depths.
'Still?' she thought, a faint blush returning to her cheeks. 'Even after… that?'
She couldn't help but feel a strange sense of… satisfaction? Yes, perhaps satisfaction was the right word. Satisfaction that she could elicit such a strong reaction from him.
She looked up at Song Qing, her expression softening with a tenderness that was becoming increasingly familiar between them. "It seems you're still… quite eager, Qing'er," she whispered, a playful lilt in her voice.
Song Qing flushed a deeper shade of red. "I… well…" he stammered, feeling a little foolish.
Bibi Dong chuckled softly, a warm, melodious sound that sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. "Don't be embarrassed, my dear boy," she said, her hand now gently caressing his cheek. "It's… quite understandable."
She then leaned closer, her gaze direct and filled with a newfound determination. "I said I would give you a gift, didn't I?" she murmured, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "And I intend to."
Before Song Qing could even begin to guess what she meant, Bibi Dong gracefully shifted her position in the tub. Her movements were fluid and elegant, even in the confined space. And then, to Song Qing's utter astonishment, she kneeled down in the warm water, her gaze never leaving his.
'What is she doing?' Song Qing's mind raced, a sudden wave of nervousness washing over him. He had heard whispers, rumors… but he had never actually…
And then, he understood.
Bibi Dong reached out a hand, her fingers gently guiding him closer. Her eyes held a mixture of playful intent and a deep desire to please him. And then, slowly, deliberately, she opened her mouth and… took him in.
Song Qing gasped, his body jolting with a mixture of shock and an intense, almost overwhelming pleasure. It was a sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced before. A strange mix of vulnerability and utter bliss.
'She's… she's actually doing it,' his mind struggled to comprehend. His first blowjob. And it was from his teacher, the Pope. The irony, the sheer unexpectedness of it all, was almost comical.
But the comedy quickly faded as the sensations intensified. Bibi Dong's mouth was warm and surprisingly skilled, even though he sensed a hint of inexperience in her movements. The gentle pressure, the warmth, the sheer intimacy of the act sent shivers of pleasure coursing through his entire being.
Instinctively, his hands found their way to her head, his fingers tangling in her wet hair. A surge of dominance, a feeling he had only just begun to explore, rose within him. He gently yet firmly pushed her head down, wanting to feel her mouth engulf him even more completely. It felt… incredible. Too good to be true.
Bibi Dong, for her part, felt a momentary gasp of surprise at his sudden, dominating action. Song Qing's member was even larger than she had initially thought, and having it thrust so deeply into her mouth caused a brief feeling of… suffocation.
'It's… quite a size,' she thought, her cheeks puffing out slightly. But she didn't pull away. Her determination to please him, to give him the pleasure he deserved, outweighed any discomfort. She focused on the task at hand, her movements becoming more confident, more rhythmic.
Song Qing groaned, his head falling back against the edge of the tub. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a dizzying wave of sensation that threatened to overwhelm him. He had never imagined anything could feel this… intense.
Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity. Bibi Dong continued her ministrations, her jaw starting to ache slightly, her breath growing a little ragged. But she persevered, her focus solely on Song Qing's pleasure. She could feel the tension building in his body, the subtle tremors that indicated he was nearing his climax.
Song Qing's grip on her hair tightened, his breathing becoming rapid and shallow. He could feel the point of no return approaching, the overwhelming pressure building within him. He let out a guttural groan, his body tensing.
And then, it happened.
A rush of pure, unadulterated ecstasy flooded through him. He came, his release powerful and intense, directly into Bibi Dong's mouth.
He shuddered violently, his body arching off the edge of the tub, his grip on her hair almost painful. He could feel the warm, thick fluid filling her mouth, and he instinctively pushed down one last time, wanting to empty himself completely.
Bibi Dong, despite the unexpected volume and intensity of his release, didn't pull away. She kept him engulfed, her throat working as she… swallowed.
Song Qing finally collapsed back against the tub, his body limp and completely drained. He opened his eyes and looked down at Bibi Dong, who was now looking up at him, her face flushed, her lips glistening with his… essence.
A mixture of shock, embarrassment, and an overwhelming sense of gratitude washed over him.
"Teacher…" he stammered, unable to find the right words.
Bibi Dong simply smiled, a soft, knowing smile that seemed to say, "You're welcome." She then leaned forward and gently licked her lips, swallowing the last remnants of his release.
Song Qing stared at her, utterly speechless. He had expected a secret relationship. He had experienced a night of unexpected intimacy. But he had never, in his wildest dreams, imagined this. His teacher, the powerful and revered Pope, had just…
He didn't know what to think, but one thing was certain. His relationship with Bibi Dong had just entered a whole new realm. A realm filled with unexpected pleasures and a bond that was becoming increasingly complex and undeniably intense. The two years he had asked her to wait now seemed like an even greater test of his own willpower.