The morning sun filtered through the warded windows of the master suite, casting a soft, golden glow over the wreckage of the night before. Torn silks and discarded robes littered the floor, but the bed itself was a sanctuary of quiet recovery. Shen Yu was the first to stir, his Primordial Bloodline ensuring he woke with a mind as sharp as a blade, despite the hours of exertion.
After waking Lixue and Meng Yan, the trio moved to the expansive en-suite bath, where the steam from the heated spirit-springs curled around their bodies.
Lixue and Meng Yan worked in tandem, their movements efficient and reverent as they cleaned the lingering marks of the night from Shen Yu's skin. They scrubbed his broad shoulders and massaged the tension from his corded muscles, their hands moving over him with the silent understanding of women who had been thoroughly conquered. Shen Yu sat with his eyes closed, the steam opening his pores as he absorbed the last lingering fragments of their Yin energy.
