The heavy double doors of cedar slammed with a dull thud, isolating the corridor and locking the rest of the world outside.
Yù Méi still held Zhì Yuǎn's hand. Her full chest rose and fell violently beneath the blood‑stained golden silk. She had pulled him driven by carnivorous impatience, but the vastness of the immense bed covered in scarlet sheets in the center of the dimly lit room made her breath catch in her throat.
Zhì Yuǎn gave no room for her hesitation.
The god's large, febrile hand released the girl's fingers only to grip her waist firmly. With a fluid, relentless movement, he pushed her back against the wooden door. The impact was absorbed by her musculature, but the sheer dominance of the gesture crushed the air from her lungs. His bare, sweat‑covered chest pressed against her. The rocky volume of his erection, contained only by his black silk trousers, pressed heavily against the young woman's soaked lower belly.
"Zhì Yuǎn…" she murmured, her voice failing under the weight of that presence.
He silenced her with his mouth. His fervent tongue invaded her wet cavity with absolute possession, savoring her saliva, mapping the inside of her mouth. Simultaneously, his right hand rose to the collar of her golden dress. His calloused fingers gripped the silk stained with Mù Chén's blood and, with a single sharp pull, he tore the fabric from neck to hip.
The sound of the fabric ripping cracked in the silent room. As he pulled it lightly, the ruined dress slid off her shoulders, falling in a golden pool on the floor. The cold night air hit Yù Méi's warm skin, raising goosebumps on her full breasts, taut abdomen, and thick thighs. She wore only a small silk undergarment, already darkened by her own moisture.
Zhì Yuǎn pulled his face back just enough to look at her. The Hunger roared in the abyss of his dantian, but he knew that pouring his Yang without preparation would fry the girl's nerves. Yù Méi's body was a fortress capable of crushing stones; he needed to melt the steel slowly before forging it.
He leaned in, his hot breath of ozone and sandalwood brushing the line of her jaw. His mouth descended, and his teeth sank into the pale curve of her neck, sucking the soft flesh without any mercy.
"Nngh…" Yù Méi let out a strangled moan. Her fingers instinctively dug into the skin of his broad shoulders. His masculine mouth left a purple, wet, dark mark at the base of her neck. A mark of possession.
Zhì Yuǎn's huge hands did not stop. They slid over her dense arms, traced the curve of her waist and descended, grabbing the full flesh of her bare buttocks. He lifted her slightly against his lap, rubbing his hips in a heavy friction that made Yù Méi's breathing become an uneven wheeze.
Yù Qíng walked silently to the edge of the immense bed. The priestess lay on her side on the silk pillows, parting the edges of her own dark robe, her black eyes gleaming in the dimness as she watched her sister being consumed.
"Make her melt, my heaven," Yù Qíng whispered, her voice rough and dripping with dark, complicit lust. "The flesh must beg before it is opened."
Zhì Yuǎn lifted Yù Méi off the floor by her hips. To him, the girl's monstrous strength weighed nothing. With steady steps, he crossed the room and laid her on her back on the scarlet sheets.
He crawled over her, caging the warrior with his own knees. Her husband's unfathomable gaze descended on her panting body, and his mouth went straight to her exposed breasts. He weighed the softness in his palm, kneading the full flesh with delicious force, and took her left breast into his mouth. His rough tongue lashed the untouched nipple before his lips enveloped it in a wet, voracious suction.
"Ahn… husband…" Yù Méi arched her back, offering her chest. Her hands tangled in his black hair, pulling him against her.
He sucked, grazing his teeth against the hypersensitive nerve until it was red and throbbing, while his right hand pinched and rolled her right nipple. Yù Méi whimpered with her mouth open, her head thrown back on the pillow. The pure Yin of her body boiled, triggered by the hyperstimulation. Her brain, trained to ignore pain in battle, could not process that avalanche of raw sensation.
"Don't stop, please…" she moaned awkwardly, her hips grinding blindly against the mattress, seeking the friction of his body.
Feeling the girl's wetness and impatience, Zhì Yuǎn's right hand slid down Yù Méi's rigid belly. He hooked his fingers under the strap of her soaked undergarment and yanked it off with a pull, tossing the silk to the floor. Her sex was completely exposed.
The musky, sweet scent of Yin flooded the cold air. Yù Méi's vulva was swollen, her reddened labia overflowing with hot, thick fluid that already stained the scarlet silk beneath her hips.
Instead of penetrating her with his fingers all at once, the calloused hand merely slid over the slick surface. He found her rigid clitoris and pressed his thumb against it, rubbing in a heavy, rough, circular rhythm while his mouth continued to pop and suck at her breast.
The simultaneous shock of stimuli nearly erased Yù Méi's mind.
"Mnn… Zhì Yuǎn… ah…" Her thick thighs began to tremble. The colossal strength of her muscles protested against the vulnerability, trying to close her legs by pure instinct, but Zhì Yuǎn's iron forearm rested between her knees, keeping her open and submissive.
His fingers plunged into the wetness. Slick with fluids, his index and middle fingers invaded her tight entrance. The barrier of virginity was there, but he did not break it; he merely stretched her hot, throbbing vaginal walls, moving his fingers in and out in short thrusts, spreading her natural lubricant, while his thumb continued to assault her clitoris without mercy.
Yù Méi's moans echoed through the room like sobs. Every nerve of her Refined Body was being bombarded by visceral lust. The friction was humiliating and perfect. She writhed on the sheets, the strength that broke stones completely useless against raw, naked desire.
Zhì Yuǎn released her breast with a wet pop of saliva. He withdrew his fingers from her entrance, pulling a long, glistening strand of moisture, and lifted his face.
He said nothing. His hands descended to the girl's knees and pushed them back with force. Yù Méi's long legs were folded against her own chest, exposing her soaked, pink, pulsing genitals completely to his view. The cold air hit her hot flesh, making her shiver uncontrollably.
The god lowered his head.
When Zhì Yuǎn's broad, fervent tongue touched her intimacy, Yù Méi's brain shut down entirely.
He was not merely kissing; his experienced tongue invaded her swollen lips with a voracity bordering on animal hunger. He plunged deep into her moisture, savoring the sweet and salty fluids of pure Yin.
Yù Méi's hoarse cry tore through the air. She grabbed her own hair, her heels scraping violently against the silk sheets.
Zhì Yuǎn gripped her heavy, firm buttocks with both hands, lifting the warrior's pelvis directly against his mouth. His lips wrapped around her sensitive clitoris, sucking with pressure, his tongue lashing the nerve in an aggressive, possessive rhythm. The obscene sound of saliva, wet flesh, and heavy suction filled the quiet room.
With each lunge of his tongue, an electric shockwave shot down the younger sister's spine. The humiliation of being spread open while the man who swallowed heavens devoured her sex drowned any trace of martial composure she had left.
"This… husband… my heaven…" the words came out jumbled, interspersed with gasps, as fluids ran down Zhì Yuǎn's cheeks and chin. She instinctively pushed her hips against his face, demanding more pressure.
He obeyed. He sucked harder, his teeth grazing the swollen nerve in a delicious torture.
Yù Méi's physical limit simply evaporated. Weeks of tension listening to the sounds of that room through the wall, added to the pure Yin boiling in her veins, collided in a single point.
The dam burst.
"Zhì Yuǎn," she panted loudly, her eyes rolling back, her face red.
The first climax of her life struck her with the force of an avalanche. Her hyper‑dense body arched violently, her pelvis locking in the air. Her thighs, which could crush a beast's skull, suffered convulsive spasms trying to close in a vice, but Zhì Yuǎn's calloused hands held them anchored and open without effort.
The young woman's internal walls underwent brutal contractions. An obscene amount of moisture and essence was squirted directly against her husband's mouth and face. Yù Méi trembled uncontrollably, sobs tearing from her throat, her arms spread on the mattress, her entire body gleaming with a layer of cold sweat.
Zhì Yuǎn lifted his face. His lips and strong chin were dirty and gleaming with her fluids. He breathed heavily, his dark eyes fixed on the woman melted beneath him. The musky, primitive scent of that first climax ignited the void in his dantian. The hunger of his universe could no longer be contained.
Yù Méi blinked away tears of pleasure, her chest rising and falling in short gasps.
She looked at his dirty face. Then her almond eyes descended to Zhì Yuǎn's black silk trousers. The monstrous erection pulsed with such force it threatened to tear the seam of the fabric. That climax had not satisfied her; it had only dug an even deeper, more painful hole in her core. A febrile, carnivorous impatience seized the warrior.
She rose on her elbows. Her trembling hands lunged forward and grabbed her husband's silk waistband, pulling the fabric down with violent urgency.
"Enough preparation," Yù Méi's voice came out hoarse, torn by the raw need to be filled. She spread her legs wider, offering her soaked, pulsing flesh. "I'm ready. Fuck me, Zhì Yuǎn. Put it inside me already. Flay my flesh, but enter me now."
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