Shen Yu's fingers began to circle their tight, puckered entrances with a slow, predatory intent. The women's faces went scarlet, a visceral shame warring with a lust so potent it threatened to shatter their cultivation.
"Yu'er... no, it's... it's dirty," Lixue whimpered, her face buried deep into the silk pillows to hide her burning cheeks. "Husband, what are you doing?" Meng Yan gasped, her hips trembling uncontrollably as she felt his touch hovering at her final gate.
Shen Yu's response was a dark, melodic chuckle that vibrated with a jagged, demonic edge. He didn't answer with words. Instead, his fingers suddenly plunged deep into their tightest depths.
Squelch. Squelch.
They shrieked, their bodies locking into rigid arches as the forbidden intrusion sent jagged shockwaves of lightning through their spines.
