Following the morning's feverish intensity, the four of them retreated to a private pool carved from white jade, filled with steaming medicinal water. The infusion of rare herbs worked instantly, soothing their bruised skin and knitting back their exhausted Qi as the fragrant mist swirled around them.
Shen Yu sat with his head laid back against the smooth stone edge, his eyes closed in a rare moment of absolute stillness. His arms were spread wide across the rim, his powerful chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic tempo.
Xu Yi was perched on his lap, her body completely relaxed as she sat fully impaled upon his dick. For her, the sensation wasn't one of urgent lust, but a deep, grounding comfort; she rested her head lazily against his heart, listening to the steady thrum of his life force.
To his right, Lixue leaned in, her forehead resting against his shoulder, while Meng Yan occupied the left, her fingers idly tracing the water's surface as she leaned against him.
