Chapter 17
The phantom dragon and phoenix, once hovering above the bed, had long since dissolved into countless points of light, all of it merging into the two of them. The candles in the bedchamber flickered, casting long, intertwined shadows of the couple on the walls. The rich musk and orchid fragrance in the air was now overlaid with an erotic aura, the scent of essence and sweat mingling after reaching the peak of passion.
Ning Xuefei's body was limp as mud, as if she had no bones. She lay softly upon Hu Hong's firm, feverish chest. Her fair skin was now covered with suggestive red flush and beads of sweat left by their intense lovemaking. Her lustrous black hair was damp with sweat, clinging messily to her cheeks and fragrant shoulders. Her phoenix eyes were half-closed, her long lashes trembling slightly. A spring-like passion lingered between her brows, and her moist, cherry-red lips parted slightly as she let out sweet, rapid breaths, as if still immersed in the afterglow of her climax.
She gasped for breath, and the full, ripe mounds on her chest, which had just been wildly swaying, heaved violently with her hurried breaths. They were pressed tightly against Hu Hong's chest muscles, the soft flesh deformed by the pressure. Through the lace bra which was already soaked with sweat, Hu Hong could clearly feel her frantic heartbeat.
Her plump peach-like buttocks were raised high. Even in her limp state, they maintained a breathtaking curve. The two large round globes were like balloons filled with water, soft yet elastic. Her sweat and nectar made the flesh glisten, emitting a sensual, carnal fragrance.
The fierce coupling from moments before had left the prints of Hu Hong's palms all over her buttocks. Between her ass cheeks, her pink, puckered anus was faintly visible, slightly twitching and glistening with clear fluids. Her lace panties had been pulled to the side, the fabric digging into the tender flesh of her buttocks and inner thighs, outlining a lewd silhouette. The tender opening of her flower was still tightly gripping the man's thick, sturdy rod. The veined shaft glistened in the candlelight. Deep within, the tender flesh of her womb was still contracting and clamping down on his manhood. A mixture of her yin essence and thick nectar oozed from her wet entrance, trickling down the inside of her skin-colored lace stockings, soaking the intricate lace trim at their tops and creating a lewd wet stain.
Her long shapely legs straddled Hu Hong's waist weakly. The lace trim at the top of the skin-colored stockings had curled up slightly due to the slickness of sweat, tightly digging into the base of her meaty thighs and creating a lewd mark. The stocking material which was already as thin as a cicada's wing, now soaked with her fluids and sweat, clung to every inch of her legs. Her beautiful feet were still in those silver-white stiletto heels.
After a long while, the ultimate pleasure that had swept through her entire body slowly receded, replaced by an unprecedented, vast, and pure warm current of spiritual power coursing through her body. This new power, born of perfect fusion between them, was both gentle and domineering. Like the spring sun melting winter snow, it gently cleansed and repaired the meridians that had been weakened by the erosion of the "Xuanshang" cold energy. The lingering afterglow spreading from deep within her core also crashed over her like a tide. Her consciousness gradually cleared from its chaotic confusion after being nourished by this power.
She forced herself to take a deep breath and slowly opened her phoenix eyes, which were misty with moisture. Her gaze was complex as she looked at the man beneath her who had just wantonly ravaged her body and made her lose control. That thick, hot rod was still buried deep inside her wet, honeyed passage, its head pressed firmly against the tender flesh of her womb. The layered folds of her inner walls sucked and coiled around the shaft. She moved her sensual lips, wanting to say something, but her throat was terribly dry. She cleared her throat and whispered, "Hu Hong..."
"I am here," Hu Hong's voice was equally hoarse, filled with post-coital satisfaction and languor. One of his large hands still remained fondly on her plump, round buttocks, gently kneading them, feeling their breathtaking elasticity. His massive manhood, deep within her wet, tight passage, enjoyed the lingering sucking and embrace of her inner walls. The glans was tightly clamped by the velvety folds, and the tender flesh of her womb quivered and pulsed around him.
"From this day forward..." Ning Xuefei's breathing was unsteady, her pretty face slightly flushed. Paying no mind to the lecherous hand wantonly kneading her buttocks, she said softly, "You and I... are now Dao companions."
Hu Hong's heart jolted violently, followed by an overwhelming surge of joy.
Dao companions! He knew the weight of these two words all too well. This was not merely a bed partner, but a companion who shared weal and woe on the path of cultivation and was linked in spiritual power.
Ning Xuefei ignored the excitement in his eyes and continued, "Through our union, your true qi has completely merged with mine. From now on, our cultivation will be inseparable. Remember this opportunity bestowed upon you today. From now on, you will devote yourself to me wholeheartedly, and I... will not treat you poorly."
Hu Hong was overjoyed. "I understand! I am willing to serve the Holy Empress with my life, I will never betray Your Majesty, the Holy Empress!"
He looked at the stunningly beautiful, sweat-drenched body in his arms. The thought that this legendary "Number One Beauty of the Longyue Continent", this ice-cold empress desired by countless powerful experts, had become his Dao companion filled him with an unprecedented sense of masculine conquest.
Ning Xuefei gave a soft "Mm," seemingly satisfied with his answer. She struggled, propping herself up on Hu Hong's chest with her sore and weak arms, trying to get up. The meat rod still inside her slid out slightly with her movement. The huge swollen glans scraped against the layered folds of her vaginal walls, pulling out a thick, sticky mixture of their yin and yang essences, before they trickled down her thick labia.
Hu Hong's eyes suddenly darkened. His arms tightened like iron bands around her soft, boneless waist, locking her firmly in place and stopping her from rising.
"You..." Ning Xuefei was startled.
Before she could open her mouth to berate him, Hu Hong's waist and abdomen surged with power. He pulled her fragrant, soft body tightly into his embrace and rolled over violently. Her black hair danced through the air, and in an instant, they had switched positions.
"Ah!" Ning Xuefei let out a delicate cry. Her jade hands instinctively wrapped around his neck. Her body was pressed firmly by Hu Hong into the soft, phoenix-adorned bed. The ice-silk quilt was crumpled into layers by the violent motion. Her hair scattered across the bed like a waterfall. Her damp, dark locks clung messily to her flushed, beautiful face and her slender neck. Hu Hong's tall frame completely enveloped her. His firm chest pressed against her soft, full breasts. Her thin lace bra was soaked with sweat. Her long legs, still wrapped in the lace stockings, were forced to lift and part in an extremely shameful position as they rolled over, now draped over Hu Hong's broad shoulders. The stockings thin as a cicada's wing, clung to her juicy thigh flesh. Her plump buttocks were suspended high in the air. The two large, round cheeks parted slightly due to the posture, and her private parts, still stuffed with the thick rod, were exposed and thrusting upward after the flip. Deep within her flower, the tender flesh of her womb was still spasming and contracting, her swollen labia glistening with the slick moisture
What terrified her even more was that the scorching, massive object, which had just been docile inside her, was slowly awakening and hardening again within her honeyed passage. The enormous glans pressed against the spasming tender flesh of her womb, bringing a wave of tingling pleasure that made her body shudder violently.
"Hu Hong! What are you doing?! How dare you!" Ning Xuefei was both shocked and angry. A furious red flush spread across her face. Her identity as the Holy Empress of the Immortal Palace made her particularly enraged by this action. Her phoenix eyes widened as she shouted, "Today's cultivation is over! Let me go at once!"
Hu Hong leaned down, looking at the stunningly beautiful face beneath him that was both furious and alluring. A wicked, playful smile curled at his lips. His large hands were tightly clasped on her slender waist, his fingers sinking deep into her tender flesh, feeling their smoothness and suppleness. He said softly, "Holy Empress... Your Majesty... my dear Holy Empress..." As he spoke, he deliberately thrust his hips slightly and his manhood, which had become hard as iron again, ground lightly inside her tight, wet passage.
"Mmm...!" Ning Xuefei's delicate body trembled violently. The glans scraped precisely against the sensitive folds of her inner passage, bumping against the sensitive, tender core. A wave of unbearable pleasure surged from her lower body to her brain. The fleshy folds of her tight passage contracted and writhed involuntarily, tightly clamping down on the mischievous shaft. Her words of rebuke were instantly replaced by a soul-stirring, muffled moan.
Hu Hong buried his face in the crook of her neck, greedily inhaling the intoxicating scent of her body, a mixture of orchid, musk, and the fragrance of a mature woman. He gently licked the smooth skin of her pink neck, from her earlobe all the way down, teasing the alluring curve of her sexy collarbone. He chuckled lewdly and said, "The cultivation is over... but... but... Holy Empress, can't we... just... do it one more time?"
"Not for cultivation... not for the technique..." He raised his head, his burning gaze staring at her phoenix eyes that had already begun to blur with desire, and said word by word, "Just for... pleasure? Consider it... a reward from the Holy Empress for my excellent performance this time, okay?"
"A reward?" Ning Xuefei's mind buzzed. This man, this "medicine cauldron" who had just been so submissive to her, was now daring to take the initiative, speaking to her in such a frivolous tone, and even demanding a "reward"?
"Ridiculous... what nonsense... you... you dare to be so insolent... otherwise... ah..."
Years of abstinence had made her think she was already detached from matters of love and passion. She instinctively wanted to refuse, to berate him, but Hu Hong's large rod began to misbehave inside her. It was no longer the fierce, deep thrusting from before, but instead moved at an extremely teasing and tantalizing angle, his large glans slowly scraping and poking at the newly awakened sensitive spots inside her passage. The glans would withdraw shallowly, before slowly pushing back in. Every movement was precise, scraping against her thick labia and the tender petals of her clitoris, teasing her until her body trembled. Deep within her honeyed passage, new love juices uncontrollably secreted, making lewd squelching sounds.
"Ah... no... stop... I haven't allowed... you... you lecher..."
Ning Xuefei's voice was as soft as spring water. Her struggles became weak and powerless, more like coy flirtation than genuine resistance. Her sensitive body, which had just experienced a climax, was now like a finely tuned musical instrument, easily played by the skilled hands of Hu Hong, to play the most lewd melodies. His large hands slid up from her slender waist, forcefully kneading her full ripe breasts through her lace bra. His fingers sank deep into the soft, elastic flesh, his fingertips pinching and pulling at her tender nipples.
Hu Hong whispered his loving plea in her ear, "Just... just this once, Your Majesty. I beg you... I... I really can't hold back. I... I love you too much... Really, I adore you. Just once, okay?"
He looked at her seductive face, her eyes hazy with desire, her red lips slightly parted, her expression struggling to endure. His desires blazed even hotter. He lowered his head and gently kissed her trembling red lips. His tongue skillfully slipped in, teasing her soft, fragrant tongue. First soothing her gently, then provoking her boldly, entwining and sucking, savoring her sweet nectar.
Ning Xuefei utterly melted under his licking, kissing, kneading, and thrusting. His soft, loving words whispered in her ear, his large hands caressing and fondling her all over. Wave after wave of desire surged to her brain. Her cheeks were flushed, her charm overflowing and her tightly clenched pearly teeth finally slowly parted. Her phoenix eyes gently closed, her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings. A soft moan, as faint as a mosquito's buzz, escaped from deep in her throat.
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