Night swallowed the bamboo grove of Qīngshān, but the old hut was no longer the fragile shack of years past.
To bear the burden of a rising universe and the clash of three bodies forged at the apex of power, the environment needed absolute foundations. In the center of the room, Zhì Yuǎn raised his hand. Golden, indestructible Primordial Qi flowed from his fingers and seeped into the bamboo walls and the structure of the immense bed. Wisdom intertwined the threads of the Law of Space with the wooden stalks, rendering the bed dense and unbreakable as divine steel, capable of bearing the colossal gravity they exuded.
Upon the hardened frame, Yù Qíng and Yù Méi had unrolled layer upon layer of thick, soft silk—luxurious fabrics bought with the gold of the Golden Prairies—creating a nest of velvet and warmth that contrasted with the rusticity of the surroundings.
Yù Méi knelt in the center of the bed. The youngest wore only a light cotton tunic that already slipped off one shoulder, exposing the pale, full curve of her breast.
Only two days had passed since the barrier of her mortality had been broken and her dantian forged under his weight. The memory of the fire tearing through her core and the brutal filling of that night still left a residual, aching tingle in her flesh. Yet instead of retreating, her body pulsed with hunger. The purified Yin boiled, demanding the return of the only Yang capable of sating it.
Zhì Yuǎn stopped before the bed. His broad, sculpted chest gleamed faintly in the weak moonlight filtering through the gaps. The cosmic apathy in his black eyes had already been swallowed by a dense, protective, undeniable lust.
He climbed onto the silk mattress, and the gravity of the room seemed to sink immediately. Yù Qíng slid behind her husband. The blue priestess was completely naked, her porcelain skin bathed in the coolness of the night. She wrapped her arms around Zhì Yuǎn's broad back, her soft breasts pressing against his rigid muscles, as she kissed the nape of his neck with blind devotion. Her pale hands slid down his abdomen, loosening the tie of his dark trousers and freeing the majestic, throbbing shaft that already pulsed heavily against the air.
"Our little flower is thirsty, my heaven," Yù Qíng whispered, her rough voice brushing against Zhì Yuǎn's ear. "The soil was plowed two days ago, but her roots already beg for more rain."
Yù Méi gasped, her cheeks flushed. Her carnivorous impatience spoke louder. She crawled across the silk sheets and grabbed Zhì Yuǎn's nape, pulling his face down.
The kiss collided with voracity. There was no hesitation of a first time; Zhì Yuǎn's fervent tongue invaded Yù Méi's mouth, mapping her taste, while his large hands descended to grip the warrior's slender waist and voluptuous hips. Yù Méi moaned gutturally against his lips, the taste of sandalwood and ozone intoxicating her senses.
While the god's mouth devoured the youngest, Yù Qíng's hands descended. The priestess caressed her sister's thick, firm thighs, spreading them gently. Yù Qíng's cool fingers brushed against Yù Méi's wet slit, making her moan into his mouth, spreading the thick nectar already overflowing from her swollen labia.
"So hot…" Yù Qíng murmured, her fingers plunging into her sister's narrow, slippery cavern, preparing the way. "Her Yin is perfect for you, husband."
Zhì Yuǎn moved his kisses down Yù Méi's neck, biting lightly at the curve of her collarbone until he left a reddish mark. He gripped the young woman's thighs and pulled her to the edge of the mountain of silk pillows.
His incandescent, majestic shaft brushed against Yù Méi's soaked entrance.
The girl's body shuddered violently. The memory of the first breach that had forged her dantian days ago made her hold her breath, but biological hunger screamed louder. She thrust her hips forward, her slit dripping thick nectar that ran down her thighs and stained the silk of the bed.
Zhì Yuǎn was in no hurry. His calloused hands gripped the warrior's hips, his fingers sinking into the full flesh, and he pushed his rigid shaft slowly, opening a path through her tight, fervent cavern.
"Nngh…" a strangled moan escaped Yù Méi's lips, dying against his mouth. Her nails dug into her husband's broad shoulders. "H‑husband… ahn… gods, it's so thick…"
Behind him, Yù Qíng slid her pale hands over the god's rigid chest, kissing the line of his sweat‑damp neck with sick devotion. The priestess slid one hand down, her cool fingers finding her sister's full breasts, pinching Yù Méi's nipples without shame.
"Swallow it all, little flower," Yù Qíng whispered, her voice dripping with dark, encouraging lust. "Open that dirty cavern wide. Pull our heaven deep inside and don't leave a single millimeter untouched."
The provocation was the trigger. Zhì Yuǎn's rhythm began.
The cedar and bamboo bed, now reinforced by the threads of the Law of Space, bore the crushing gravity without creaking. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh—slap, slap, slap—echoed dense, loud, and wet in the dark room. Zhì Yuǎn collapsed his weight onto Yù Méi, kissing her neck, biting her collarbone until he left a reddish mark, while his pelvis pounded relentlessly against hers.
"Ahhh… ahnn… yes…" Yù Méi gasped, her head thrown back on the pillow, her breasts bouncing heavily beneath him with each thrust. Her long legs wrapped around the god's waist, locking him against her. "Deeper… mnn… fuck me, husband… crush everything…"
The friction tore through the Brutal Blade's defenses. Her inner walls contracted in delicious spasms, milking his hot shaft with each movement. He bombarded her until the first climax climbed her spine, tearing from her throat in a hoarse sob.
"ZHÌ YUǍN! I'M COMING! AAAAAH!" Yù Méi screamed, her body arching violently as her fluids gushed, soaking his shaft in a bath of musky nectar.
The exact moment the youngest collapsed, trembling and drooling against the sheets, Zhì Yuǎn withdrew with a wet suction sound. Without losing the rhythm of his Hunger, he turned his body to the side.
Yù Qíng was already waiting for him. The blue goddess lay on the silk, her legs wide open, her black eyes overflowing with a sea of blind adoration, her slit gleaming with moisture.
He plunged into the eldest in a single lethal thrust, sinking to the base.
"AHHNNN! MY GOD!" Yù Qíng howled, a languid, poetic, obscene sound. Her ocean of devotion swallowed the rigid shaft with overwhelming familiarity. "Plow me… destroy me, my heaven… mnnn… I'm just your bitch… deeper!"
The friction there was even more possessive. Zhì Yuǎn gripped his wife's pale thighs, pushing them against her chest to open the angle, and began hammering Yù Qíng's core without mercy. The room became a furnace. The thick smell of masculine sweat, the sweet perfume of the two women's Yin, and the ozone leaking from his skin created an intoxicating haze.
Yù Méi, catching her breath inches away, dragged herself across the soaked sheets. The youngest nestled beside them, her mouth descending to lick the sweat from Zhì Yuǎn's chest. But when she saw the brutal way her husband punished her sister's wet cavern, and Yù Qíng's rolled‑back eyes, the warrior's blood boiled.
Instinctive hunger obliterated exhaustion.
"Your soil has drunk enough for now, sister," Yù Méi growled, her almond eyes gleaming with predatory urgency. She crawled and grabbed Zhì Yuǎn's rigid waist, scratching his skin with her nails. "My turn. Put it back in me, husband. I want your weight."
Zhì Yuǎn's unfathomable gaze fell on the youngest. The Hunger of his dantian appreciated the girl's dirty greed. He withdrew from Yù Qíng with another wet pop, leaving the priestess gasping and sobbing with pleasure against the pillows, and immediately turned to Yù Méi, breaching her defenses in one stroke.
The infernal alternation began.
A full hour of raw friction, possession, and filth dragged through the room. Zhì Yuǎn alternated between the two, driven by an Inner Universe that knew no limits. The sound of wet slaps, whispered curses, and moans fused together.
—"Good girl… swallow it all," his rough voice brushed their ears. —"Fuck… ahhh… husband…" —"Fill me… mnn… don't stop…"
Sweat plastered black and blonde hair against the red silk. During that hour of sensory massacre, Yù Méi's absurd resistance finally began to falter. Her voice tore, her screams giving way to thin whimpers as hypersensitivity seized her nerves.
"Nngh… husband… please… f‑fuck, I can't take it anymore…" Yù Méi begged, her voice muffled with her face buried in the pillow, her arms uselessly splayed on the bed, her cavern throbbing and contracting in painful spasms with each violent thrust invading her from behind.
He did not stop. Zhì Yuǎn growled low, a guttural sound of pure dominance. He grabbed her golden hair and pulled the girl's head back, exposing her vulnerable throat, slamming his pelvis against her full buttocks.
The final impact sounded like a whip cracking on wet flesh.
"It's all mine," the god whispered, his voice vibrating at the base of her spine.
With one deep thrust, buried to the base of her exhausted slit, Zhì Yuǎn reached his limit and came. The first wave of scalding, thick seed spurted into Yù Méi's deep interior. The volcanic temperature of his energy made the girl shriek, her body arching in a twentieth uncontrollable climax.
But the maddening friction demanded more. Instead of retreating, he delivered three more brutal thrusts and discharged a second heavy, volcanic torrent inside the warrior. The excess of nectar and seed overflowed, running down the youngest's trembling thighs and staining the sheets white and silver.
After some minutes, he finally withdrew, his breathing heavy but rhythmic. Yet his body showed no fatigue; his virility remained taut and pulsing against her skin, a silent warning that his hunger was far from sated.
Yù Méi lay with her eyes rolled back, her mouth half‑open drooling onto the pillow, her mind floating in a blind stupor. Her lower belly seemed on fire with the obscene volume of Yang deposited twice.
But the night was not over.
"Don't sleep, Méi," Zhì Yuǎn's unshakable voice brushed the girl's ear, demanding martial focus in the midst of delirium. "The fire is overflowing in your dantian. Spin the energy."
Yù Méi tried to whimper, blinking away tears of pleasure. "Mnn… husband, it hurts… I'm tired…"
"Grind it with your cold," he instructed, laying her on her back against the velvet, his large fingers pressing her bare lower belly, forcing intention, guiding the formation of the furnace he had developed for cultivation with his wives directly into her dantian. "Invert the polarity. The friction hasn't stopped."
Yù Qíng, watching from inches away, licked her swollen lips, her black eyes gleaming with pride and lust as she watched her husband train her sister.
"Obey our heaven, little flower," the priestess whispered, her voice dripping with sweet poison. "Let his fire purify your flesh from the inside out. I will tend to his Hunger while you work."
Blindly obeying his absolute tone, the warrior used the last drop of her mental strength. She located the scalding lake of magical seed in her dantian and began using the furnace he had prepared to spin the Yin. The metaphysical friction started and turned under pressure. Yang to Yin. Yin to Yang.
The nine inversions occurred in a hallucinatory loop. With each turn, the heavy, dense energy evaporated, instantly converting into a torrent of golden, absurdly pure Primordial Qi.
It was too fast. The double Yang injected by Zhì Yuǎn carried the weight of a star. As soon as the ninth inversion was completed, the sphere in Yù Méi's lower belly became completely saturated with golden light.
The dantian flickered. And overflowed.
"AAH!" Yù Méi's eyes widened, her body jolting suddenly beneath her husband.
Primordial Qi leaked impetuously like a flood breaking a dam, spreading violently through the channels connecting her tendons, muscles, and bones. The second body tempering began at terrifying speed. The youngest's hyper‑dense bones cracked dully through the room. Deep heat swept away the exhaustion from her thighs, refining her flesh in a way that made her dig her nails into the sheets, gasping between the shock of tempering and numbing euphoria.
As soon as he felt Yù Méi's internal pulsing stabilize on the task, Zhì Yuǎn turned his face.
The Hunger in his Inner Universe still roared, vast and unsatisfied. He crawled across the silk sheets and hovered over Yù Qíng. The blue goddess smiled lethally, spreading her pale legs and pulling her husband by the shoulders, ready to bear the second hour of the burden that only she knew.
Zhì Yuǎn plunged into her with a brutal thrust, and Yù Qíng's languid howl tore through the air of the room.
And while Yù Méi struggled with her eyes closed at the edge of the bed not to go mad with the heat grinding in her core, the symphony of flesh slapping, gasping breaths, and the possessive exchange of words between Zhì Yuǎn and Yù Qíng resumed with full force, swallowing the night in an endless spiral of devotion and insatiable lust.
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