The air in the hidden chamber of the Skyfall God Realm was thick with the scent of ancient herbs and the faint, sweet perfume of Yu Yan's own skin. Dusk had fallen, painting the sky outside the high, arched windows in hues of deep violet and molten gold, but within these hallowed walls, a different kind of twilight reigned. Yu Yan, the majestic Deity of the Skyfall God Realm, found herself in a moment of rare, profound stillness. Her ethereal blue eyes, usually alight with ancient wisdom or focused intensity, now held a soft, almost vulnerable glow. She wore a simple, silken robe, unadorned, allowing the graceful curves of her form to be hinted at beneath the delicate fabric. Her long, sapphire hair cascaded over her shoulders, shimmering like a waterfall of starlight.

For millennia, she had been a being of immense power, a goddess burdened by responsibility, her heart a fortress against the ravages of time and the isolation of her existence. Yet, in the presence of the one who had awakened new facets of her ancient soul, that fortress was slowly, beautifully crumbling. Nie Li, with his audacious spirit and unwavering determination, had not only saved her realm but had also kindled a warmth within her that she had long thought extinguished. Tonight, there was an unspoken understanding between them, a silent pact to momentarily shed the burdens of their world, even the encroaching darkness that threatened their very existence, and simply be. To feel.

Nie Li approached her slowly, his gaze tender, reverent. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her jaw, sending a shiver through her. Her skin, usually cool and almost imperceptible, now felt acutely alive. She leaned into his touch, her lips parting slightly as she met his eyes. The weight of her past, the struggles of the present, all faded into the background, leaving only the intoxicating thrum of anticipation. She was no longer just the Deity; she was Yu Yan, a woman, a goddess yearning for connection, for release, for the raw, human touch that had become so precious to her.

His hand slipped to her waist, drawing her gently closer until their bodies were barely a breath apart. The soft material of her robe brushed against his, a whisper of fabric against fabric that felt like a roaring crescendo to her heightened senses. She could feel the heat radiating from him, a stark contrast to her own inherent coolness, and it drew her in like a moth to a flame. Her senses, honed over countless ages, were now focused entirely on him: the earthy scent of his skin, the warmth of his breath on her cheek, the subtle thrum of his heartbeat echoing her own. This was a side of her that few, if any, had ever seen. The powerful, dignified goddess was melting, becoming pliant and yearning in his grasp.

Nie Li's lips found hers, softly at first, a feather-light touch that promised so much more. It was a kiss of deep reverence, a slow exploration that sought to savor every sensation. Yu Yan responded instinctively, her own lips parting to allow him deeper access. Her hands, which had once commanded the very elements, now found purchase on his shoulders, gripping lightly as the kiss deepened. She tasted him – a clean, warm, subtly masculine taste that intoxicated her further. She was a Milf, yes, ancient and wise, but her desires were as fresh and fervent as any young woman's, perhaps even more so for the long deprivation she had endured.

As the kiss grew more urgent, Nie Li’s hands moved, pushing aside the silken fabric of her robe. It slid from her shoulders, pooling around her feet, leaving her standing before him in nothing but the soft glow of the chamber. Her Big Tits, full and perfectly rounded, rose and fell with her quickening breath, their pale, unblemished skin gleaming in the dim light. A gasp escaped her throat as his eyes devoured her, a silent appreciation that sent a wave of heat through her core. Never had she felt so utterly exposed, so desired, and yet, so safe. Her hands, almost trembling, reached for his, guiding them to her breasts.

His touch was exquisite, delicate yet firm, as his thumbs brushed over her engorged nipples. A low moan rumbled deep in her chest, a sound that surprised even herself. The sensation was overwhelming, an electric current that surged through her veins, tightening her stomach and making her knees feel weak. He leaned down, his hot breath teasing her skin before his mouth finally closed over one rosy peak. He suckled gently, then more urgently, drawing a long, shuddering sigh from her. She arched into him, her fingers tangling in his hair, pressing him closer, wanting more of that delicious friction, that exquisite pull.

He moved between her breasts, teasing them both, his tongue tracing patterns on the sensitive skin. She felt a familiar wetness begin to bloom between her legs, a sign of her body's eager response. Nie Li, sensing her burgeoning need, knelt before her. Yu Yan’s eyes widened slightly, a flush rising from her chest to her cheeks. He reached out, his hand sliding down her abdomen, past her navel, until his fingers found the soft, sensitive curls between her thighs. He stroked lightly, his touch sending shivers of intense pleasure through her. Her legs trembled, threatening to give way beneath her.

“Yu Yan,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “Let me worship you.”

She could only nod, her throat tight with emotion. Her long life had been one of duty, of sacrifice. This unadulterated pleasure, this complete surrender, was a new, intoxicating experience. He continued to tease her delicate flesh, his fingers slipping past the moist labia, finding her throbbing clitoris. He stroked it gently, then rubbed with increasing pressure, eliciting another series of breathless moans from her. She felt herself spiraling, her body coiling with a delicious tension, pushing her closer and closer to the precipice of release. Her hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against his palm, begging for more.

He withdrew his hand for a moment, and a small whimper of protest escaped her lips. But then, he presented his own throbbing manhood, already thick and rigid with desire. Her eyes, wide and heavy-lidded, observed its impressive length, its dark, engorged head. She reached out, her fingers closing around him, feeling the hot, velvety skin, the solid erection. It felt so powerful, so vital, and so utterly ready to plunge into her. She began to stroke him, her touch surprisingly deft and confident. Her years of accumulated wisdom, her understanding of energy flows and the body's intricate systems, translated into an intuitive understanding of pleasure. This Handjob was not just an act of foreplay; it was a communion, an acknowledgment of their intertwined desires.

He groaned, his eyes closing for a moment as her skilled fingers worked him, drawing him closer to his own edge. But he held back, wanting to prolong the exquisite torture, wanting to bring her even higher. He guided her to a plush, silken rug on the floor, settling her gently upon it. She lay back, her sapphire hair fanned out around her head, her body a vision of mature, goddess-like beauty. He leaned over her, his eyes still locked with hers, as he brought his throbbing shaft to the valley between her Big Tits. A gasp of pure sensation escaped her lips as the warm, hard flesh pressed against her soft, sensitive skin. He began to thrust, slowly at first, then with more vigor, burying himself between her breasts, rubbing against them with a primal rhythm. This Titjob was an intense, glorious friction, the softness of her breasts cradling his hardness, their sensitive nipples brushing against his shaft with every movement.

Yu Yan closed her eyes, her head rolling from side to side as waves of pleasure washed over her. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly as he continued to pound into her chest, the sensation both rough and tender, fulfilling a deep, unspoken longing. She could feel the subtle shift of her breasts, the delicate ache as they cushioned him, the delicious slide of his slick body against her. Her whole being vibrated with the intensity of it, her goddess essence thrumming with raw, earthly desire. This was her, Yu Yan, the ancient spirit, embracing human intimacy with a fervor that transcended time.

After a few minutes of this exquisite Titjob, Nie Li lifted himself slightly, his eyes still burning with passion. He then shifted, taking her feet in his hands. Yu Yan’s eyebrows rose in surprise, a faint blush returning to her cheeks. He brought one of her slender, elegant feet to his mouth, gently kissing her arch, then her toes. She had always found human feet to be a curious, almost vulnerable part of the body, so exposed yet so essential. Now, under his tender ministrations, they became instruments of pleasure.

He began to caress her feet, his thumbs pressing into her soles, sending tingling sensations up her legs. Then, with a playful glint in his eyes, he brought his already slick, pulsating shaft between her feet. Yu Yan gasped, her breath catching in her throat. He began to rub, gently at first, letting her adjust to the new sensation. Her feet, usually accustomed to standing on ancient altars or walking across spiritual realms, now cradled his throbbing masculinity. The delicate skin of her instep, the sensitive pads of her toes, pressed against him, creating a unique and thrilling friction. This Footjob was an unexpected delight, a testament to his inventive passion.

She watched him, fascinated, as he worked his shaft between her feet, his hips thrusting with a mesmerizing rhythm. Her toes curled, instinctively gripping him, enhancing the friction. Her body arched, her hands once again finding purchase on the silken rug beneath her. The sensation was surprisingly intense, a deep-seated pleasure that radiated from her feet all the way up her spine. Her moans grew louder, more uninhibited, as she let go of all decorum, all ancient reservedness. She was purely, passionately, a woman lost in sensation, guided by the hands and body of her lover.

After a powerful climax to her feet, Nie Li slowly withdrew, his breath heavy. He leaned down, kissing her deeply, tasting the lingering echoes of her pleasure on her lips. Then, he gently turned her onto her stomach, parting her luscious, rounded buttocks. Yu Yan, though a goddess, felt a blush deepen on her skin. She had never explored this path of intimacy, this vulnerable yet thrilling surrender. She felt a mix of apprehension and eager curiosity, trusting him implicitly. He stroked the soft, yielding flesh of her bottom, his fingers tracing the sensitive seam between her cheeks, sending another wave of shivers through her.

He knelt behind her, pressing his hard, throbbing shaft against her incredibly soft and plump posterior. Yu Yan gasped, her internal muscles clenching in anticipation. He began to thrust gently, sliding his erection up and down the soft valley of her butt cheeks. The friction was incredible, a warm, soft caress that felt deeply intimate. This Buttjob was a sensual dance, her body undulating with his every thrust, the warmth of his skin against hers, the playful slap of flesh, all building a new kind of tension, a prelude to deeper explorations.

He kissed the back of her neck, his hands reaching around to cup her heavy breasts, massaging them gently as he continued his rhythmic movements against her bottom. Yu Yan’s hips began to sway and grind against him, her own body guiding his movements, urging him on. The soft, luscious flesh of her buttocks cushioned him, milking him with every movement, driving him to the brink. She felt an exquisite heat building between her cheeks, a deep, throbbing pressure that promised an even greater release.

Finally, Nie Li paused, pulling her closer, pressing his entire length against her. He whispered in her ear, his voice rough with desire, "Are you ready for more, my goddess? To open yourself completely to me?"

Yu Yan’s breath hitched. She knew what he was asking, and after a moment of exhilarating trepidation, a deep, primal yearning surged through her. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper, "Yes. All of me. Please."

He moved slowly, deliberately, his fingers gently probing her tight, willing entrance. Yu Yan tensed slightly, a new kind of fear and excitement mingling within her. He murmured reassurances, stroking her back, his touch calming her. With a little more pressure, and the help of his own slickness, the tip of his shaft began to push inside her. A sharp gasp tore from her lips as she felt the stretch, the fullness, the profound invasion. It was a sensation unlike any she had ever experienced, a deep, internal pressure that was both painful and incredibly erotic.

He paused, letting her adjust, giving her time to accept the incredible stretch. She felt herself relax around him, her internal muscles beginning to yield. "Move," she urged, her voice strained but eager. "Please, move."

Nie Li began to thrust, slowly at first, his hips a deliberate rhythm. Yu Yan cried out, a mix of pain and pure, unadulterated pleasure. Each thrust pushed deeper, stretching her, filling her completely. The raw, primal sensation of him inside her, pressing against her most intimate walls, was overwhelming. This Anal penetration was a revelation, a complete surrender that stripped away all her ancient defenses, leaving her utterly vulnerable and exquisitely alive. Her body convulsed around him, gripping him with an intensity that made him groan.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more urgent. Yu Yan was a storm of sensation, her moans echoing in the chamber, her body arching and bucking beneath him. Her fingers dug into the rug, her back arching, her hips meeting his with every deep, powerful plunge. She felt a knot of pure, unadulterated pleasure tighten deep within her, growing with every movement. The feeling of him buried so deeply within her, stretching her to her limits, was an intoxicating mixture of glorious pain and mind-shattering bliss. Her entire existence, her millennia of life, culminated in this single, intense moment of surrender.

“Oh… Nie Li… Yes… Deeper…” she gasped, her voice hoarse, broken with pleasure. She could feel his immense length inside her, stretching her, filling her, owning her in a way no one ever had. Her internal walls gripped him with fervent intensity, each thrust sending electric shivers through her ancient body. She was no longer just the Deity of the Skyfall God Realm; she was a woman consumed by desire, a goddess unraveling in the throes of ultimate pleasure, her power channeled into this profound physical connection. The feeling of him stretching her was a deliciously painful pleasure, one she never knew she craved until now.

He pounded into her, his own groans mingling with her cries. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their breaths ragged. The ancient chamber, usually silent save for the hum of spiritual energy, now resonated with the sounds of their primal lovemaking. Yu Yan felt her climax building, a torrential wave gathering force, threatening to shatter her into a million pieces. Her hips bucked violently, her fingers clawing at the rug, her vision blurring with the intensity. The pure, unadulterated pleasure of his full, hard erection deep within her, hitting her most sensitive spots, was too much, too glorious.

With one final, powerful thrust, a guttural roar tore from Nie Li's throat as he spilled his hot, potent seed deep inside her. Yu Yan cried out, her entire body seizing, her back arching violently as her own shattering orgasm washed over her, a blinding, all-encompassing wave of ecstasy. The sensation of his warm, thick Creampie filling her, mixing with her own internal fluids, was profoundly intimate, a deep, primal connection that bound them together. It was a surrender not just of her body, but of her very soul.

They lay there for a long moment, tangled together, their bodies still trembling, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Yu Yan felt a profound sense of peace settle over her, a quiet contentment that permeated her entire being. The raw intensity had faded, leaving behind a tender, overwhelming love. She turned her head, resting it against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. She felt truly seen, truly desired, and utterly cherished. This extraordinary encounter, a passionate intertwining of ancient power and human desire, had opened her heart in ways she never imagined possible. In his embrace, the formidable goddess, the ancient Milf, found not just pleasure, but profound joy, a love story etched into the very fabric of their world, a moment of raw, sensual beauty within the ongoing saga of Tales Of Demons And Gods, a truly vivid scene out of a Manhwa brought to life by their shared passion. The sapphire phoenix had soared, but in his arms, she had finally found her softest landing.