Shen Yu hovered over Lixue, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over her trembling form. He positioned himself between her spread thighs, the head of his "dragon" resting against her wet, pink entrance.
Lixue looked down, her eyes widening in genuine fear.
Now that the moment was here, the reality of his size terrified her. He was massive, swollen with blood, veins pulsing along a shaft that looked far too thick for her innocent, untouched body to accommodate, though she had just given him a head.
"Shen Yu..." she whimpered, her legs instinctively trying to close, though she forced them to stay open. "It won't fit... I'm too small. You're going to split me in half."
He stopped himself.
He knew she was right to be afraid. She was agonizingly tight, a sealed vessel that had never known a man's touch. She was a fortress gate that had remained shut for eighteen years. If he forced his way in now, blinded by his own need, he would tear her. It would be nothing but pain, and pain would cause her Yin Qi to turn turbulent, spoiling the harvest.
He needed her pliable. He needed her melting.
His mind flashed through the Primal Desire Inheritance, searching for a solution. A moment later, a specific auxiliary art surfaced in his memory:
The Crimson Nectar Touch.
It was a technique that allowed a cultivator to distill their own Yang blood essence into a potent, localized aphrodisiac. Instead of wasting pheromones into the air, one could concentrate the lust-inducing properties into a physical fluid.
Shen Yu closed his eyes for a split second, biting the tip of his tongue to draw a microscopic amount of blood essence.
He circulated his Qi according to the scripture, guiding the essence down his arm and into his right hand. The energy hummed, transmuting the blood as it moved. When it seeped out of the pores of his thumb and forefinger, it was no longer red.
It had become a clear, glistening oil that smelled faintly of sweet peaches and heavy musk—pure, concentrated desire.
He reached down, his coated fingers hovering over her entrance. The scent alone made Lixue's breath hitch, her hips twitching instinctively toward his hand.
"Trust me," he murmured, his voice rough with suppressed restraint. "This will melt the pain away."
He placed his thumb directly onto her swollen clitoris.
"Ah!" Lixue gasped, her hips jerking. The sensation was electric, far more potent than before. Where his thumb touched, it felt like liquid fire was being poured into her nerves.
"Focus on my hand," Shen Yu commanded softly.
He began to massage her sensitive pearl with a firm, circular rhythm, working the potent, oil-slicked pheromones directly into her most vulnerable nerve endings.
Lixue's breath hitched, her spine arching off the mattress. Her eyes rolled back as a wave of drug-like pleasure crashed over her, drowning out her fear in a haze of golden heat. The Crimson Nectar was working instantly, turning her blood into liquid fire.
Shen Yu didn't stop there. He used the slickness to coat the entrance, teasing the tight, dry ring of muscle until it began to soften under the magical influence. He slipped his finger inside, coating the interior walls, watching as her body convulsed around him, desperate for more of the aphrodisiac.
While her mind was hazy with bliss, Shen Yu made his move.
He aligned himself and pressed the broad, swollen head of his dragon against her trembling opening.
Slide.
Lixue stiffened, a gasp tearing from her throat. She felt him stretching her beyond her limits. It felt massive, an intrusion that demanded space she simply didn't have. Her inner walls clamped down on him with a terrified, spasmodic grip, a vice of hot velvet and muscle that threatened to crush him.
"Relax," Shen Yu groaned, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead.
The sensation was maddening. It felt like trying to push a battering ram through a keyhole.
"Breathe out, Lixue. Don't fight it."
He didn't retreat. Instead, he refocused his thumb on her pearl, increasing the speed of the massage. He forced her body to focus on the blinding pleasure of the nectar rather than the intrusion of his size.
"Oh... oh...!" Lixue moaned, her hips bucking involuntarily, the pleasure warring with the pressure.
Shen Yu used that split second of distraction. He pushed his hips forward.
The head slipped past the outer ring, stretching her to translucence. Then, he hit it.
The final barrier. The seal of her maidenhood.
Lixue's eyes snapped open, tears pooling instantly as reality cut through the haze. "Hurts... Shen Yu, it hurts!"
"I know," he whispered, leaning down to kiss the tears from her lashes, his voice tender but his hips unyielding. "I'm sorry. But I have to break it."
He didn't pull back. He ground his thumb hard against her pleasure point, overloading her nerves with a spike of pure sensation to dull the coming shock.
Then, with one decisive, smooth motion, he drove his hips forward.
Snap.
There was a distinct, wet sensation of tearing silk. The barrier shattered under his assault.
"AH!"
Lixue cried out, her back bowing off the bed as a sharp, searing pain ripped through her center, mingling with the heat of his invasion.
But before the scream could fully leave her throat, Shen Yu buried himself to the hilt. He filled her completely, stretching her passage to its absolute limit, his pubic bone slamming against hers with a dull thud.
For a moment, there was only silence, save for Lixue's ragged sobbing breaths. She felt incredibly full, stuffed, invaded, and possessed. The burning pain of the tear was throbbing, but Shen Yu's thumb was still there, anchoring her in pleasure.
"I have you," Shen Yu whispered against her lips. "You are mine now."
He didn't move yet. In this moment of total connection, he closed his eyes and mentally opened the floodgates of the Primordial Yin-Yang Scripture.
Vwoom.
The effect was instantaneous and explosive.
Lixue gasped, her back arching off the mattress as if galvanized. The pain in her flower vanished, replaced by a sensation of having her soul sucked out through her womb.
A stream of cool, blue, refreshing energy, her Virgin Yin Qi, was pulled out of her core and rushed straight into Shen Yu's invading weapon.
For Shen Yu, the sensation was blinding ecstasy.
It wasn't just sexual pleasure. It was spiritual salvation.
The Yin Qi rushed up his spine like a river of ice water. It slammed into his damaged, withered meridians. Where the energy touched, the cracks in his foundation didn't just heal; they fused together, knitting the broken channels with a strength harder than steel.
Hiss... Crackle... Mend.
The agony of his broken body, the pain he had lived with since birth, was vanishing. It was replaced by a feeling of wholeness, of power returning.
"Oh gods..." Shen Yu groaned, his head thrown back, the tendons in his neck straining.
The combination of the tight, wet heat of her pussy gripping his cock and the cool, soothing rush of her energy healing his soul was a pleasure beyond anything he had ever felt.
He began to move.
He withdrew almost completely, dragging the head over her sensitive, ravaged ridges.
Schlock.
"Shen Yu...!" Lixue moaned, clutching his shoulders. The circulation of Qi made her nerves hyper-sensitive. Every inch he moved sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her limbs. "It feels... huge! It feels hot inside!"
"Give it to me," Shen Yu growled, his voice guttural. "Give me everything."
He picked up the pace.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The gentle rhythm quickly escalated. The pleasure was too intense, the hunger of the technique too great to stay slow. He began to pound into her.
His hips snapped forward with the power of his Copper Bones. He hit her cervix gently with each thrust, eliciting high-pitched whimpers from her throat.
"Ah! Ah! Shen Yu! Deep! Too deep!"
"Take it!"
He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, pulling her onto him to deepen the penetration.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the room, a symphony of wet skin and primal lust. Sweat flew from his silver hair. He was no longer the gentle lover; he was the cultivator refining his vessel.
The Primordial Yin-Yang Scripture roared. A vortex of energy formed around the bed. Lixue's Yin Qi was being drained rapidly, but in exchange, Shen Yu fed her a trace of his refined Yang, creating a cycle that pushed them both toward insanity.
"Yes! Yes!" Lixue screamed, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist, her heels digging into his back. "Fill me! Break me!"
Shen Yu looked down at her. Her face was flushed crimson, her mouth open in a rictus of pleasure, her eyes rolled back. She was beautiful. She was corrupted. She was his.
He felt the pressure building at the base of his spine. The healing was nearly done for this session. The Yin Qi had done its work. Now, the Yang needed to explode.
He drove into her harder, faster, his movements becoming a blur.
Thud-thud-thud-thud!
"I'm close!" Shen Yu roared, his voice sounding like a beast. The veins on his arms bulged. "Lixue! I'm going to fill your womb!"
He prepared for the final strike, his body coiled like a spring, the dragon pulses throbbing violently inside her tight walls, ready to unleash the flood.