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Upon closer inspection, I was surprised to find that Lingsha's physiology truly seemed different from a human woman's—inside that delicate interior, I couldn't find the small urethral opening that usually sits above the vaginal entrance!
Could it be that the Vidyadharas share a single passage for both excretion and reproduction, or possess entirely different physiological structures?
This discovery has added another layer to my understanding of the mysterious Vidyadhara race.
Having explored what lay ahead, my curiosity remained unsatisfied.
My gaze shifted downwards, landing on her equally tight, pinkish-hued, mysterious rear entrance.
As if guided by some strange impulse, I took a finger from my other hand, dipped it in some of the fluids flowing from her front as lubricant, and tentatively and slowly explored the forbidden territory behind her.
"Mmm...!" "Ngh...!"
The sudden stimulation to her rear made Lingsha's body jolt, and an uncontrollable groan—mixed with pain and shame—escaped her throat.
She instinctively tried to close her legs, but I gently pressed them down.
Although she made a sound, she still didn't stop my exploration.
A thought struck me, and my finger continued to slowly penetrate deeper.
Unlike humans, I found that Lingsha's rectum wasn't as "bottomless" as I had imagined; after going a certain distance, my fingertip touched a soft, pouch-like end.
It turns out that the rectal structure of the Vidyadhara lineage also has an end.
Lingsha's rectum was indeed unusually short, appearing more like a symbolic decoration than a true organ with excretory function.
Perhaps the Vidyadhara, this ancient and mysterious race, possesses fundamental physiological differences from humans and even other intelligent species I know.
They might not even need to excrete metabolic waste through traditional metabolism.
The mystery of Lingsha's physical structure temporarily satisfied my somewhat excessive curiosity.
I slowly withdrew my probing finger and turned my gaze back to Lingsha's gorgeous, blushing face.
Because of the slightly excessive stimulation just now, her face was now crimson, as if stained with the most vibrant rouge.
Her breathing was rapid, her chest heaving slightly. Her long, moist eyelashes trembled, and a few crystalline tears even clung to the corners of her eyes—whether from shyness, pain, or some indescribable, strange pleasure, it was hard to tell.
This look—steeped in desire and pitiful—stirred my heart, and a feeling of tenderness arose within me.
I lowered my head, gently kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and tenderly kissed her trembling lips, whispering reassuringly, "Are you okay?"
She didn't answer, only letting out a faint nasal sound before proactively reaching out her scale-covered hands to hook around my neck and pull me toward her.
This silent invitation was the best signal.
The previous exploration and appreciation had already heightened the atmosphere to its peak.
Without further hesitation, I lifted her legs, adjusted my position, and began the real "main event."
Being with Lingsha in her boudoir, in this antique setting filled with her essence, was truly a unique experience.
The air was filled with the faint scent of medicine and her natural fragrance, mingling with our rising desire, creating a unique and intoxicating atmosphere.
We tried many different positions, from the classic face-to-face, to lifting her up so her legs wrapped around my waist, to having her lie prone on the soft bed… Each position brought a different visual impact and sensory experience, allowing us to explore the compatibility of our bodies even more deeply.
Throughout this process, Lingsha also demonstrated an astonishing ability to learn and a willingness to please me.
When my lips and tongue lingered on her full, soft peaks, she would arch her body slightly to make my sucking easier; when I hinted at wanting to experience "paizuri," she—despite her reddened cheeks—worked hard to press her breasts together, using their incredible softness and elasticity to envelop my heat, bringing a sublime rubbing pleasure different from the usual passage.
Even when I hinted at wanting deeper intimacy, she hesitated for a moment before finally leaning down shyly and beginning to perform oral services for me with her fragrant, soft lips and tongue.
Her technique was still far from skilled, carrying a clumsy earnestness and occasionally bumping her teeth, but that posture of being willing to give everything for me, and the hazy brilliance in her agate-like eyes reflecting only me, ignited my fire more than any skill could.
Under this wholehearted devotion, her oral sex skills visibly improved—or rather, she became increasingly adept at arousing my desire.
Inside the room, the sounds of passion were incessant.
Gasping, moaning, the sounds of fluid, and the clatter of flesh intertwined, composing a movement unique to us, brimming with primal passion and vitality.
I don't know how much longer it was—perhaps another satisfying half hour or even longer.
During a change of position, as I hoisted her legs over my shoulders and thrust into her with the deepest and most violent strokes, Lingsha's body suddenly snapped to its limit!
"Ah—!!"
She let out a high-pitched scream that pierced the sky—a cry of ultimate pleasure and complete release.
The incredibly tight passage contracted and twisted wildly, as if it possessed its own consciousness, locking me in tightly.
Another surging wave erupted from the deepest part of her body.
This intense stimulation brought me to my breaking point instantly!
I roared, embracing her trembling body tightly, and with my last strength thrust wildly into the depths of her warm, moist womb, releasing the vast amount of essence I had accumulated—far more than any previous time—into her very depths without reservation!
Afterwards, a wave of immense fatigue washed over me.
I slowly withdrew, watching Lingsha slumped on the bed, gasping for breath, her sweat-soaked body twitching slightly, clearly having completely lost all her strength.
I leaned down tenderly, picked up a damp towel, and carefully wiped away the sweat and traces of our lovemaking from her body.
Her skin glowed with an alluring pink luster as I wiped it.
Then, I gently covered her with a soft silk quilt and tucked her in.
Looking at her peaceful sleeping face as she drifted into a tired slumber, my heart was filled with indescribable satisfaction and tenderness.
I gently pressed a kiss onto her smooth forehead, then, not wanting to disturb her further, I quietly got up, left her room, and returned to my own bedroom.
This night was incredibly fruitful—exhausting for both body and mind, yet deeply satisfying.
Back in my room, lying on the soft bed, my mind kept replaying the intimacy with Lingsha.
Her tenderness, her obedience, the unique touch of her dragon-lady body, and that final look full of love... all of it kept me from settling down for a long time, and I eventually drifted into sleep with a satisfied smile.
In my dreams, it seemed as if I were still surrounded by sweet moments with Lingsha—warm and comforting.
However, after an unknown amount of time, a sudden gust of cold wind seemed to blow into the closed room out of nowhere, bringing a bone-chilling cold that startled me awake!
I jerked my eyes open, instantly dispelling most of my sleepiness.