The intense sense of strangeness left Princess Qingxiang flustered. Instinctively, she tried to close her legs, but Lin Xuan's strong knee forcefully parted them and pressed between them.
"Look at me, Xiang'er."
Lin Xuan propped himself up above her. His eyes burned with desire, yet he restrained himself and kept his voice gentle. "It's really going in now. It might hurt a little—just bear with it."
Feeling that hard, poised presence, though she had not truly seen it clearly, the pressure alone made the inexperienced princess instinctively tense.
Lin Xuan took a deep breath, guided himself with one hand, and pressed against her newly opened entrance.
Lin Xuan lowered his waist and slowly applied force.
"Ah—!"
A tearing pain struck in an instant. Qingxiang let out a cry of agony, tears spilling from her eyes. She felt as though her body had been split apart, the pain sharp and vivid.
Instinctively, she tried to push Lin Xuan away, her nails clawing several bloody marks across his shoulder.
"It hurts... it hurts so much... get out! Get out, quickly..."
Lin Xuan immediately stopped. Rather than pressing deeper, he gently kissed her lips and swallowed her cries. He stayed still, allowing her to grow accustomed to his presence.
"Shh... it's all right now. The worst of the pain has already passed."
As he kissed her cheek, he gently stroked her hair and back, soothing her taut nerves. "Good girl, relax a little... loosen your body... try to relax your breathing. Xiang'er is such a good girl."
Under his soft coaxing, Qingxiang gradually stopped sobbing. The tearing pain slowly subsided, replaced by a sense of fullness and swelling.
"Does it... still hurt?" Lin Xuan asked. Her tight embrace around him made him feel immensely gratified, and the sensation pleased him greatly.
Qingxiang shook