The stars had no warmth here.
They shimmered around Long Tian like silent watchers—distant, ancient, indifferent. His body floated in a space of endless dark, yet he was not afraid.
He was naked, stripped of robe, shame, and illusion.
And still, he did not shiver.
Because she stood before him.
No… floated.
She was not of this world.
She wasn't a woman. She was memory, heat, and hunger given form.
Her skin glowed like dusk after flame. Her eyes bled crimson, not in pain, but in longing.
Her hair was fire woven with shadow, flowing down her back like silken embers.
And she looked at him with eyes that had seen gods rise—and burn.
"You are more starved than most," she said softly.
"But not broken."
"That… is rare."
Long Tian didn't speak. Couldn't.
His breath was caught somewhere between disbelief and desire.
"Do you fear me?" she asked.
He nodded.
"Good," she whispered, drifting closer. "Because everything worth touching begins in fear."
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She raised her hand—slowly, with grace that made time itself pause.
When her fingertips brushed his chest, he gasped.
Not from cold.
But from the heat.
It wasn't flesh meeting flesh.
It was essence meeting essence.
She touched his heartroot, the place no technique had ever awakened, and his soul bloomed like a flower scorched open by divine fire.
"This is not lust," she said. "Not yet."
"This is what comes before—the ache, the tremble, the knowing that you were born to feel more than silence."
Her fingers traced down his torso.
His skin pulsed beneath her, not in pain—but in resonance.
Every nerve sparked.
Every scar softened.
He was becoming something else.
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The First Connection
"You were denied pleasure not because you were weak," she breathed against his ear.
"But because Heaven feared what it would make you become."
She pressed her palm against his lower abdomen.
A symbol flared—the First Flame Rune, ancient and living.
Long Tian gasped as the rune spun inside him, threading through his veins, waking parts of his body that had never stirred—not in meditation, not in combat, not even in dreams.
"This is where the Lust Sutra begins."
"Through touch. Through trust. Through surrender."
Her lips brushed his
—not a kiss,
but a whisper of fire against flesh.
Long Tian shuddered as her breath skated over his parted mouth, hot and deliberate. She didn't close the distance. Didn't take. She lingered there, letting him feel the damp heat of her exhale against his skin, letting him ache for more.
"Do you feel it?" she murmured, her voice like smoke curling into his veins.
His pulse hammered in his throat. His cock throbbed between them, already hard beneath her legs. He could smell her—jasmine and something darker, something primal.
She stepped back just enough for him to see her fully.
She was naked.
Not merely unclothed, but unveiled, her body glowing faintly under an unseen moon. Her breasts rose with each slow breath, nipples taut and dusky pink. The curve of her waist dipped into hips that swayed as she circled him, her fingers trailing over his chest, his stomach—lower.
Long Tian gasped as her nails scraped lightly over the bulge straining against his stomach.
"Shh." She pressed a single finger to his lips. "This is not surrender. This is awakening."
Her hand slid beneath the sash at his waist. The silk slithered free, pooling at his feet. Cool air kissed his skin—but it was nothing compared to the heat of her palm wrapping around his cock.
He groaned, hips jerking forward instinctively.
She tightened her grip. "Look at me."
He forced his gaze up—past the swell of her breasts, past the smirk playing on her lips—to her eyes. They burned like molten gold, pupils dilated with hunger.
Her thumb swiped over the slick head of his cock, spreading the bead of precum down his length. His thighs trembled. Every nerve in his body was alight, every muscle coiled tight.
"You want to fuck me," she said, matter-of-fact. Not a question. A truth.
He couldn't deny it. Couldn't speak at all.
She leaned in again, her lips grazing his ear. "Then take what's yours."
Her free hand fisted in his hair, yanking his head back as she sank onto him in one smooth motion.
"Fuck—"
She was molten around him, tight and wet and perfect. Her inner walls fluttered as she settled onto his lap, taking him deeper than he thought possible. His hands flew to her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there as she began to move.
Up. Down. Slow at first—agonizingly slow—her body undulating like a serpent's. Each drag of her cunt along his cock sent sparks shooting up his spine.
"Feel how I clench around you," she purred, rolling her hips in a vicious circle. "Feel how your body answers mine."
He could feel it—the way her muscles milked him, the way her breath hitched when he filled her just right. Her nails raked down his chest, leaving fiery trails in their wake.
She tipped forward, pressing her forehead to his. Their breaths mingled, quick and ragged.
"Now," she whispered against his mouth, "let me show you what pleasure truly is."
Her core pulsed around him—once, twice—and then she was moving faster, harder, riding him with abandon. The slap of skin on skin filled the air between them. Sweat slicked their bodies together as she took him deeper with every thrust.
Long Tian's vision blurred. His grip on her hips tightened as pleasure coiled low in his gut, threatening to snap.
She laughed—a dark, delighted sound—and ground down onto him, grinding her clit against his pelvis.
"Come for me," she commanded.
And he did.
White-hot ecstasy ripped through him as he spilled inside her, his cock twitching violently with each pulse of release. She rode him through it, milking every last drop until he was gasping, shaking beneath her.
Only then did she still—but she didn't pull away.
Instead, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him properly for the first time. Deep. Hungry. Claiming.
When she finally broke away, her lips were swollen, her eyes wild.
"Good," she murmured, licking his taste from her lips. "Now we begin."
She stood above him, untouched by sweat or exhaustion.
Yet her eyes shimmered—not with power… but with something far more intimate.
"Now," she whispered, "you understand."
"This path is not about sin. It is about truth. And pleasure… is only the beginning."
Long Tian looked up at her, throat dry, body raw, soul opened.
"What… are you?"
She smiled.
"I am your first flame. The Sutra's spirit. Your guide on the Path to Pleasure."
"You may call me… She'yan."
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