Verdis Morcroft lifted her head, eyes wide with delighted surprise as she stared at the young man beneath her. "Little brother, don't tell me you're carrying some kind of arcane treasure down there!"
Kael Ashvane blinked, still riding the fading waves of release. The fierce heat between his legs was already easing, his cock softening, the blazing crimson glow dimming. The thick, coiling veins that had stood out like living dragon scales across its surface were sinking back into ordinary flesh, retreating like a storm-serpent slipping into the clouds.
"Treasure?" he muttered, voice rough.
"That's right. This cock of yours might be a legendary prize," Verdis said, excitement clear on her beautiful face. She lowered her head again, turning the heavy, spent length over in her slender fingers, studying every ridge and vein.
Kael shifted uncomfortably. Having a woman—especially one like Verdis—handling him so openly after spilling his seed felt damn near shameful. He reached for the sheet to cover himself.
"Mmm, I haven't gotten a proper look yet," she murmured, blocking the fabric with her arm. Her fingers stayed wrapped tight around his softening cock, refusing to let go. "Hmm… those crimson dragon ridges have vanished…"
"Five-Soror, let go already," Kael groaned, face burning.
"Just a little longer…" Verdis kept peering close, her silky green-tinged hair brushing teasingly over the sensitive head. "How strange. Could it not be the fabled Dracoiling after all?"
Kael made a low, embarrassed sound. His cock was hypersensitive now, every casual stroke from her fingers sending confusing jolts of pleasure and discomfort racing up his spine.
Verdis frowned in thought, then her eyes lit up. "I remember now. Many of the greatest treasures of the flesh only reveal their true form after being bathed in a woman's nectar."
"Are you done yet?" Kael asked, grimacing.
She nodded, staring at him with bright, hungry eyes. "Let your sister test it properly. Then we'll know if that cock is a true legendary prize."
"Test it? How?" Kael asked quickly. Even after everything they had done, Verdis still made his pulse race. She was breathtaking, but she was also a green scorpion spirit who could kill with a thought.
"First, we need it hard again…" Verdis purred, her voice thick with promise. Her soft hand gripped the base of his shaft, the tender pad of her thumb circling the groove beneath the head. She began to stroke with slow, expert motions—sometimes loose, sometimes tight, always perfectly timed.
Kael's whole body tensed. A low groan escaped him.
"Does it feel good?" she whispered, leaning in close. Her sweet, heady scent wrapped around him like smoke.
"Feels… really damn good," he admitted, breathing hard. He couldn't understand how her hand could drive him so wild so quickly.
"Want it to feel even better?" Her voice dripped seduction.
"Yes…" The word slipped out before he could think. His mind was fogging over, every thought drowned beneath the rising pleasure.
Verdis smiled like a predator and slid lower down his body. Her lovely face hovered over his abdomen, then she dipped her head and took the thick head of his cock between her soft, warm lips.
"Five-Soror!" Kael gasped, eyes wide.
She plunged down once, fast and deep, then pulled back, only to slide her mouth over him again—slower, wetter, hotter. Kael's head fell back as slick heat and velvet suction overwhelmed him.
She worked him with skill that made his toes curl—hands stroking the base while her mouth sucked, licked, and swallowed in a dizzying variety of rhythms. Kael had never felt anything like it. Part of him knew a mouth was meant for other things, but right now all he could do was drown in the sinful pleasure.
Before long his cock stood rigid again, angry and veined and throbbing.
Verdis suddenly took him to the root in one smooth motion, her lips pressing tight against his pelvis. Kael shuddered, feeling the tight, slippery heat of her throat around him.
"Soror… Verdis…" he groaned, hips twitching.
She pulled off with a wet gasp, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with lust, saliva trailing from her swollen lips to the glistening head of his cock. After a few deep breaths she dove back down, sucking him with renewed hunger while watching his face with those half-lidded, wicked eyes.
Kael's chest swelled with raw gratitude. She was doing this for him—using her mouth like this. The thought alone nearly undid him.
Finally she released his throbbing length with a wet pop. "Is your sister good?" she asked, voice husky.
"Yes," he answered instantly. Any thought of her being a dangerous spirit had been burned away by lust.
"Good. Now let me see if this cock of yours is truly something special." Verdis rose, shedding the last of her sheer garments. She straddled him, guiding the iron-hard shaft to her slick entrance with practiced fingers.
Kael held his breath, elbows braced on the bed, watching as she lowered herself. Wet heat enveloped him inch by inch—tight, silky, and impossibly welcoming. She sank down until he was buried to the hilt.
"Mmm…" Verdis sighed, eyes half-closed in bliss. "So good… Little brother feels so good inside me."
As she settled fully, the head of his cock pressed against a soft, plush spot deep within her. Pleasure exploded through him like lightning. Verdis shuddered hard. "Ah! Right against my core on the first stroke…"
Kael's mind reeled. Every woman felt different inside. Selene's hidden bloom was shallow and maddeningly sensitive. Peria was tiny and delicate. But Verdis… she was lush and full, her core gripping and sucking at the head of his cock like it wanted to devour him.
She began to ride him in earnest—hips rolling, waist flexing like a serpent, breasts swaying with each motion. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure, her expression pure seductive bliss.
The pleasure built fast. Kael felt her growing wetter, slick juices coating his cock, his belly, her thighs. Then, on one deep downward thrust, her core clenched and seemed to bite softly at the head of his cock.
He gasped, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
Verdis rode harder, faster, lost in the rhythm. Suddenly she paused, eyes narrowing at the red sash still tied around his waist. "Little brother… what is that sash around your middle?"
"The Emberseal Sash," Kael panted. "My Master gave it to me."
"Take it off."
"Why?" He was too deep in pleasure to think clearly, but he kept thrusting up into her.
"It feels like it's drinking my Aether," she said, a hint of wariness in her voice. Her movements slowed.
"That can't be right. Master said it strengthens my fire path." Kael gripped her hips and drove upward hard, chasing the building ecstasy.
Verdis cried out, her body shuddering. "So good… Little brother is so good… Those thrusts are going to scatter my soul…"
Her praise ignited him. Kael fucked her harder from below, pounding upward with raw need. Verdis trembled, then collapsed forward onto his chest with a sharp cry. The moment her breasts brushed the glowing Emberseal Sash she jerked back as if burned. "It really is draining me! Remove it, now!"
"I can't," Kael groaned. "Master put a binding on it. I'm never supposed to take it off."
Verdis studied the sash for a moment, then gave a cold little laugh. "A simple binding curse? Watch this." She made a quick series of hand signs and swept her fingers across his abdomen. The Emberseal Sash loosened and fell away.
Kael looked alarmed. "If my Master finds out—"
"It's a minor trick. I'll put it back in the morning. She'll never know." Verdis tossed the sash aside, then froze, staring at his bare navel. "What in the hells is that in your belly?"
Kael glanced down at the faint glow pulsing from the mark at his navel. "I don't know. It's been there since I was a child."
"It looks like some kind of powerful artifact," Verdis murmured, eyes fixed on it. "Something is leaking out… energy, but not ordinary Aether…"
Kael had enough. He surged upward, flipping her onto her back and pinning her beneath him. He drove into her hard, fucking her with deep, punishing strokes. "Enough staring. If you like it so much, you can study it later."
Verdis's eyes rolled back, her voice turning sweet and broken. "I don't care about that… I only want to study the treasure you're burying inside me…"
Kael lost himself in her body—hips slamming, chasing the building pressure. Verdis writhed beneath him, moaning, her core sucking greedily at his cock. The heat at the base of his shaft grew unbearable, veins beginning to bulge and glow again.
Verdis noticed immediately. "Let me see!"
"Wait—" Kael tried to stop her, but she twisted with inhuman grace and pulled free of him.
The sight that greeted her made her gasp in triumph. His cock was blazing crimson once more, thick dragon-like veins coiling visibly along its length, pulsing with power. "It really is the Dracoiling! The legendary manifestation!"
She grabbed the blazing length and planted a hungry kiss right on the swollen head.
Kael groaned as the sudden stimulation pushed him over the edge. His cock jerked hard, spraying thick ropes of seed across her face and hair in heavy, uncontrollable spurts.
Verdis blinked, then burst into laughter. She kept her hand wrapped around his twitching cock, stroking gently as he emptied himself. When the last pulse faded she reached for a silk cloth, wiping her face and hair while still giggling. One of her fingers, coated in his spend, slipped between her lips. She sucked it clean with obvious enjoyment, eyes half-lidded in pleasure.
Kael lay there panting, face burning with embarrassment. "How… how did that happen?"
"So fast," Verdis said softly, still smiling as she drew out a long, sticky strand of his seed between her fingers.
"Fast?" Kael felt a stab of insecurity.
"Very fast. Barely a few dozen strokes." She laughed again, the motion making her earrings dance. On her, even mockery looked sinfully beautiful.
Kael's ears burned. He remembered Lyra giving him a similar teasing smile once and calling him something like a silver-plated spear with a wax core. "Why is fast bad?" he asked, voice tight.
"Oh, little brother, you are too adorable." Verdis pinched his cheek playfully, then pulled his head down against her soft breasts. Her sweet breath ghosted over his face. "Because you finished… but your sister hasn't yet."
"You… you didn't finish?" Kael asked, genuinely confused, still catching his breath.
Verdis's smile widened, full of wicked promise.
Verdis's smile widened, full of wicked promise. "Because you finished… but your sister hasn't yet."
"You… you didn't finish?" Kael asked, genuinely confused, still catching his breath.
She shook her head, voice low and coaxing. "Not discomfort, little fool. Just not yet at that peak. Men spill and feel their greatest rush. Women need to reach that same shattering moment. Leaving your woman behind like that… it leaves her aching."
"I didn't run," Kael protested.
She gave his softening cock a light squeeze. "Soft means run."
Understanding dawned on his flushed face. "But… but…"
"But what?" she asked, smiling.
"You're so damn beautiful," he muttered, staring at her predatory, seductive features. "And inside… you squeeze and bite like you're trying to milk me dry. How the hell am I supposed to hold back?"
Pleasure flashed in her eyes. "Did it feel good?"
"Better than I can put into words."
Verdis looked pleased. Her gaze turned sly. "Then let your sister teach you a secret art. One that'll make you strong and lasting. Every woman will crave you after."
"A secret art?" Kael's interest sharpened.
"Sapping Arts, of a sort. I'll teach you the easiest entry—the Nine-Vessel Reclamation." She recited the opening lines slowly: "Between heaven and earth, forming the root of essence and life…"
Kael listened like a man hearing a foreign tongue. When she finished, he looked lost. "That's supposed to be the easy one?"
She laughed softly and began breaking it down, line by line, explaining the difficult parts with patience. Three peaks plucking battle. Planting lotus in the jade pool. Fanning the cauldron to refine the pill. Strange, carnal terms he had never encountered.
Yet as she spoke, the ideas took root. Kael's face burned, but fascination gripped him. He had never cared much for training, but this—this was a new world of forbidden power. He drank it in, half-dazed.
"Not so hard once it's explained, is it?" Verdis said. "This art comes from ancient traditions. A disciple like you should grasp it easily."
"It's nothing like what I learned in the Covenant," he admitted.
She smirked. "Sapping Arts exist in countless traditions—scholar, monk, mystic, and rogue paths alike. Your Ascendant Covenant has its share. Your own Primus Valder is a master of Ars Vitae."
"Ars Vitae?" Kael echoed, confused.
"Men and women cultivating the union of opposites. Each becomes the other's crucible and forge, exchanging virilic and lunar essence to refine power together." She leaned closer, breath warm against his ear. "The technique I just taught you is one path among many in that art."
Kael's mouth hung open. "Even the Patriarch practices… this?"
"Doubt me? Ask around later." Her eyes glittered. "And those two renowned beauties in your order—Yvaine Trillance and Lyra Farrow? They stand among his finest partners in the dual path."
Kael's body stiffened. "That's… impossible."
"Impossible?" Verdis scoffed. "Their reputations for pleasure and power echo across both realms. Everyone knows how wanton and skilled they are."
He sat stunned, mind reeling with memories of Lyra's teasing smile and the night in the plantain pavilion. A strange ache bloomed in his chest. "This can't be…"
Verdis noticed his distress. "What's wrong?"
"How could it…" He trailed off, voice hollow.
"You think these are crooked paths?" She sounded dismissive. "Sapping Arts, properly practiced, are supreme methods. Ancient kings and sages excelled at them. The Nine-Vessel Reclamation comes straight from the Secret Directive of Returning to Truth."
He stared at her with growing awe.
"Understood enough?" she asked, shifting against him.
"A little."
"Good. Then your sister will teach you properly… now." Her hand slipped down and found him already hardening again, thanks to his exceptional constitution and the heat of their bodies pressed together. "This time, I guide you while we move."
She took his hand, positioned herself, and guided his renewed length back into her slick, welcoming depths. Kael groaned as her wet heat enveloped him to the root. He began thrusting eagerly.
"Slow," she breathed, legs wrapping around his waist. "Follow what I taught. First…"
He obeyed, matching rhythm to her instructions. The difference was immediate. Pleasure surged, but control remained. He lasted.
"That's it," she moaned, voice turning husky. "Little brother is excellent."
Kael rose up, shoving her skirts higher to expose her long, pale legs completely. The sight drove him wild. He reached down and pulled open her sheer jade garments, freeing her full, bouncing breasts. They swayed with every thrust, nipples hard and inviting.
"Deeper," Verdis gasped, eyes glassy with lust. "A little higher… right there…"
Her body suddenly shuddered. A hot gush of nectar flooded around him, soaking their joining.
Kael drove into her sensitive core again and again. Then he felt it—the Dracoiling stirring. His cock swelled, veins coiling like living dragonfire across its surface. The chamber tightened around him, every ridge and texture becoming maddeningly vivid.
"Ah!" Verdis cried out in delight. "It changed again! Your mighty thing… is that the legendary coiling dragon manifestation?"
She thrashed beneath him, hair wild, lost in ecstasy. Kael pressed down, thrusting harder, technique breaking under raw need.
"Steady," she urged, even as her voice cracked. "Use the art… hold…"
"Can't," he growled, sweat pouring down his back.
"You must," she whimpered, clinging to him. "Hold until I come with you…"
"But you squeeze so hard inside," he groaned, face twisted in desperate pleasure. "It's impossible to endure."
"Use what I taught you!" She trembled violently, meeting his thrusts with wild rolls of her hips. "Just a little longer… I'm close… my lunar essence is rich after centuries… remember the Draw Formula when I peak…"
Her lewd cries pushed him over. Kael buried himself to the hilt, roaring as he erupted. Thick ropes of virilic essence pumped deep into her.
The sudden flood against her core shattered Verdis. Her hidden flower spasmed violently, gushing powerful streams of lunar essence that bathed his pulsing length.
Their joining became a slick, messy ruin of mingled fluids.
The rush hit Kael like lightning. He activated the Draw Formula on instinct. Her lunar essence poured into him, clarity and power flooding his channels like divine nectar. Pleasure so intense it bordered on pain lifted him out of himself.
Verdis convulsed beneath him, milking every drop while her own climax tore through her in waves.
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Much later, Kael lay spent, voice lazy. "Fifth Sister?"
"Hm?" she answered, soft and sated in his arms.
"That was… incredible."
"You were magnificent," she purred against his chest. "Not only blessed with the Dracoiling, but this Primal Vigour Constitution. Your essence nearly numbed my hand earlier. The heavens truly favor you."
Kael kissed her bare shoulder. "You feel just as incredible. Centuries of refinement, I guess."
She smiled proudly. "The Nine-Vessel Reclamation—did you like it?"
"Never felt anything like it. A true wonder of the world."
"When you return to the Jade Peaks, I have many more secret arts to teach you." Verdis rolled atop him, staring into his eyes with raw hunger. "Little brother, I'm addicted to you now. What am I going to do?"
Kael's heart hammered. He had no answer.
She laughed at his hesitation. "Fool. I'm only teasing. I love watching you squirm." She glanced at the window where the sky was beginning to lighten. "Dawn approaches. I must leave, or your masters and sorors will find us. You'd be finished."
"So soon?" Kael felt a pang of reluctance and caught her hand. "Will you come find me again?"
"Not for some time. I have matters to attend. Tonight was stolen time." She began to rise.
A clear, angry voice suddenly cut through the air outside. "Come out, demon who stole the rhinox beasts from this isle! Show yourself and face capture!"
Both of them stiffened. Verdis hissed. "Persistent bastard. His tracking art is formidable to follow me here."
Kael's face drained of color. "Gods above… the one hunting the stolen rhinox beasts… that's my Sixth Elder-Uncle!"