The village elder's hut smelled of incense and old paper. By noon, the marriage was sealed with a red stamp and two cups of baijiu that burned like liquid fire. No ceremony, no feast—just the promise that Tang Xue was now **Mrs. Li**.
Li Yi carried her out on his back, her laughter ringing across the terraced rice paddies. The sun blazed overhead, gilding the water into molten gold. Villagers paused mid-plow, mouths agape as the newlyweds vanished into the tall stalks at the far edge of the upper field.
"yi, they'll see," Tang Xue whispered, but her thighs already squeezed his hips, skirt rucked high from the ride.
"Let them," he growled. "Let the whole valley know you're mine."
He laid her down in a nest of crushed green blades. The earth was warm, loamy, fragrant with crushed stems. Tang Xue's wedding dress—borrowed crimson cotton, two sizes too small—clung to every curve. Her nipples stood proud beneath the thin fabric, dark shadows begging for his mouth.
Li Yi knelt, spreading her knees wide. The skirt rode up to her waist, revealing slick, swollen folds still puffy from the morning's claiming. A bead of their mixed release trickled down her inner thigh. He licked it clean, tongue dragging slow and deliberate until she whimpered.
"Still full of me," he murmured, voice rough. "But I want more."
Two fingers plunged in, curling. Tang Xue's back arched, breasts thrusting skyward. He scissored gently, stretching her, watching her clit swell and glisten. When she was trembling on the edge, he withdrew—replacing fingers with his tongue.
He devoured her like a starving man. Lapping broad stripes, then flicking the sensitive bud until her thighs clamped around his ears. Her hands fisted in his hair, hips grinding shamelessly against his face. The wet sounds of his feasting mingled with her broken cries.
"Yi—please—inside—now!"
He rose, trousers shoved down just enough. His cock jutted heavy and dark, veins pulsing. Tang Xue reached for it, guiding him to her entrance. One thrust buried him to the hilt; the rice stalks swayed around them like a living curtain.
He set a brutal pace—deep, grinding strokes that lifted her ass off the ground with every snap of his hips. Her walls fluttered, sucking him in. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her bouncing breasts; he leaned down to catch a drop on his tongue, then sealed his mouth over hers.
Their kisses were messy, desperate—teeth clashing, moans swallowed. Tang Xue's nails raked down his back, leaving red trails through his shirt. When she came, it was with a silent scream, pussy spasming so hard he saw stars. He followed seconds later, pumping thick ropes deep inside her, hips jerking through the aftershocks.
They lay tangled, the sun baking their skin. Somewhere below, a plow ox bellowed. Tang Xue traced lazy circles on his chest.
"Tomorrow," Li Yi said, voice steady despite the haze, "we plant the new hybrid seeds I brought from the county seed station. Double yield. We'll sell the surplus in town, buy a truck. By winter, we'll have electricity."
Tang Xue nipped his collarbone. "And tonight?"
He rolled her beneath him again, already hardening inside her. "Tonight, I ruin you for every other man in every life."
She laughed, legs locking around his waist. "Too late, husband. You already did."
The rice field swallowed their moans as the sun dipped lower, painting the sky the same crimson as the dress tangled in the dirt beside them.