The Radiant Feldspar resembled certain dark mountain ranges suspended in the sea of stars, vast and majestic.
Outside the ship, shimmering light wove into a brilliant river of stars, so magnificent it intoxicated the heart.
Yet, the opulent corridors within the ship were excessively quiet, so silent one could hear the beating of their own heart.
Tingyun's footsteps echoed on the gleaming, mirror-like alloy floor, each step reflecting her slender, graceful figure.
"Such a magnificent star-vessel... is it all your private property, Master Daziel?
Her voice held an irrepressible astonishment, her eyes shimmering.
Daziel walked beside her, his tone placid.
"It's merely a gift from 'The Family'.
His gaze swept over the silent robotic staff leading the way ahead, and he added.
'Now, it's more like my private garden.
"Oh my...
Tingyun's fluffy white tail swayed gently behind her, and a merchant's instinct for allure and calculation flickered in her eyes.
"Even if this humble one were to exhaust her entire life, I fear I could never acquire such a monumental estate.
Her tone shifted, tinged with a hint of resentment and self-mockery.
"What's more, now... the 'Blaze' Merchant Guild has fallen into unknown hands, and with this broken body of mine, I probably couldn't even afford a humble room on this ship.
Daziel waved a hand, dismissing her little schemes.
"No need to buy. If you wish to stay, you may, anytime."
Before his words finished, Tingyun's body suddenly leaned in without warning, a warm, sweet breath, as soft as a feather, brushing against Daziel's earlobe.
"I can't afford the rent."
Her voice dropped to an enticing whisper, "How about... I use this body as collateral?
Her tone was light and suggestive, yet deep in her eyes, there was a hint of serious probing.
Daziel's brow twitched, and he instinctively turned his face away, avoiding that burning gaze that threatened to ignite him.
'I didn't mean that...
"Hehe, just a joke, Master Daziel, no need to take it seriously.
Tingyun chuckled, gracefully retreating to her original spot, as if the flirtation had never occurred.
Daziel's expression, however, hardened. He stopped, scrutinizing her earnestly.
"When Ruan Mei reshaped your body, it seems she also incidentally adjusted some of your perceptions.
"When you meet the Xianzhou envoy later, you had best restrain yourself."
'This humble one understands.
Tingyun immediately lowered her gaze, her docile, obedient demeanor resembling a fox retracting its claws.
Ahead, the heavy gilded doors of the reception room slid open silently.
Cold, rigid metallic lines interwoven with soft lighting created an estranged yet utterly luxurious ambiance.
A woman in the uniform of a Cloudford Sky-Faring Commission Helmswoman stood silently before a massive viewport, her broad back exuding an aura of coolness.
Her hair was styled high, meticulously neat; even just her back view revealed the majesty of one long accustomed to authority.
That was Yukong.
Hearing the movement behind her, she slowly turned, her gaze like a drawn sword, precisely and unerringly locking onto Tingyun.
Those pale purple eyes, which always surveyed the whole situation with the stillness of a deep pool, now rippled with an intense, almost irrepressible emotion.
Yukong's voice rang out, carrying a trace of intense hesitation she herself might not have noticed.
"I worried I would lose my composure, and even prepared every opening line for you.
She took a deep breath, a bitter smile gracing her lips.
"It's you who returned.
"Yes, and yet... it is I who returned..."
Tingyun's gaze instantly dimmed, the joy of reunion overshadowed by a deeper melancholy.
"Why do you say that?"
Yukong keenly sensed her change in mood.
"Allow me to explain, Master Yukong." Daziel interjected at the opportune moment, his calm tone breaking the heavy sorrow between the two.
He concisely narrated how Tingyun's physical body had collapsed, how Ruan Mei had miraculously reshaped her form, yet she still bore the lingering effects of the 'Nanook' (Destruction), causing her particular pain under special circumstances.
Yukong listened in silence, the last trace of color draining from her face. Her gaze toward Daziel became incredibly complex, a mixture of shock, gratitude, and reverence.
She then shifted her gaze to Tingyun, her eyes now filled with pity and sympathy.
"That's... the situation, Master Yukong," Daziel concluded.
Yukong shook her head, her tone unusually resolute. She looked at Daziel, correcting him word by word, "From now on, you should not address me as 'Yukong'.
She instinctively straightened her posture, adopting the absolute obedience of a soldier facing a superior.
"You are a distinguished guest of The Xianzhou, and now, you even possess the heart of a Wingweft Borisin War Chief. For me to stand and speak with you without my legs buckling is already no easy feat.
"This 'Master' title, I, Yukong, cannot bear."
Daziel rubbed his brow with a bitter smile, "Being addressed like that, I'm quite unaccustomed to it.
"Who could have imagined...
A hazy recollection flickered in Yukong's eyes, "The days when we investigated the Aurumaton Gatehouse Merchant Guild together, it feels like it was just yesterday.
"You have undergone such earth-shattering changes...
She suddenly lowered her voice, her tone like a honeyed hook, whispering at a volume only the three of them could hear.
"Back then, you made me feel so incredibly good, that soul-searing, bone-melting sensation... I still can't forget it to this day."
Daziel's expression instantly froze, as if struck by lightning.
"Tingyun is still here, and you're so blunt?"
Tingyun's fluffy fox ears twitched perceptively, and an intrigued, faint smile immediately appeared on her face.
"Oh, so Master Yukong and Master Daziel... also had 'that kind' of relationship.
She feigned surprise, covering her mouth, but the amusement in her eyes was almost spilling over.
"It seems many interesting things happened while I was away."
"What's the harm?"
Yukong met Daziel's shocked gaze with composure, her aura fully unleashed, "Tingyun grew up under my watch. I even held her when she was little; she's not an outsider.
Tingyun immediately seized the opportunity, echoing in a sweet voice.
"That's right, there's nothing to hide.
She turned her face, her eyes fixed intently on Daziel, her gaze both predatory and bold.
"Speaking of which, before coming to this vessel, due to a wondrous encounter, I shattered into countless 'mes' in a dream...
"They are all parts of my memory, and the part belonging to a child, once cried and begged you for a hug...
"And Master Daziel was truly cold back then, completely ignoring this one...
"Uh...
Daziel cleared his throat, feeling his temples throb, "The situation was special then; I was only thinking about restoring you to your original state.
"It's not too late now, is it?"
Tingyun's body leaned forward slightly, a faint, ethereal fragrance winding around him like a silken thread.
"Master Yukong might not be able to hold me anymore, but Master Daziel, your arm strength is exceptional, why don't you try now?
"Didn't I tell you to restrain yourselves? Why are you two being more open than each other...?"
Daziel felt a strong headache coming on.
"If it were any other envoy, this humble one would naturally adhere to etiquette and dare not be presumptuous.
Tingyun's smile deepened, and her words became even more provocative, "But it's Master Yukong who has come, and all three of us have shared intimacy with you, so there's no need to cling to those empty formalities.
Daziel was momentarily speechless, utterly refuted by her logic.
"Lady Ruan Mei reshaped my body, and I hear some crucial techniques relied on Master Daziel's divine insight.
This was not false, after all, some of Ruan Mei's current research achievements in the field of life truly benefited from Daziel.
Tingyun's gaze became incredibly fervent, as if to melt him, and her words grew even bolder and more audacious.
"Both Masters have shown this humble one kindness akin to rebirth. If you don't mind, next time... next time we do 'that kind' of thing, it wouldn't be improper for me to call you 'Papa'.
"Stop! Hold it right there!"
Daziel immediately stopped her. "This is getting completely out of hand!
Ruan Mei, who had been silently tasting pastries, seemed to have heard their conversation. She elegantly dabbed the corner of her mouth with a napkin, her voice soft but exceptionally clear as it carried over.
"No need for that, Miss Tingyun. I will assist Master Daziel in creating a truly new life."
Upon hearing this, Tingyun showed no restraint whatsoever; instead, a primal, scorching flame ignited in her eyes.
"Then I also wish to assist 'General Daziel' in creating a new life.
And, "I heard that the Fox Slave race, currently in Qingqiu, are not only Master Borisin's sustenance, but also... specialized fertility machines for their master to continue their bloodline.
"By doing so, I would also be adhering to ancient tradition, returning to my origins."
"No, Ruan Mei!"
Daziel abruptly turned to the "Ghostly Deity" on the sofa, "What chaotic knowledge did you actually input into her?
"Master Daziel."
Yukong's voice, deep as an abyss, suddenly rang out, interrupting his interrogation.
"I think Tingyun's words are not entirely unreasonable.
"The kindness of rebirth, impossible to repay. And now you are also the co-ruler of the Foxian people... Her serving you with body and soul... this is not unacceptable.
She paused, and deep within her eyes, a hint of long-suppressed, almost destructive yearning surged forth.
"Come on, Master Yukong, you join us too.
Tingyun saw through her thoughts, and suddenly, intimately took Yukong's arm, whispering enticingly to her.
"Your adopted daughter is already this grown up", yet you haven't truly experienced much 'nourishment' yourself. Tingyun... is truly worried for you.
On Yukong's perpetually tense, unsmiling face, a rare flush of crimson appeared, a mixture of embarrassment and desire.
Yukong's voice took on a barely perceptible hoarseness and tremor. Centuries of restraint and self-control seemed to waver precariously before Tingyun's bold words and the surging tides within her own heart.
Daziel felt his mouth dry and throat parched, as if all the air in the room had been sucked out, leaving only the chaotic, burning breaths and heartbeats between the three of them.
As he watched Yukong in that state, the high wall built within his heart instantly crumbled at one corner.
That was a Yukong he had never seen before—one who had shed the heavy burden of the Cloudford, no longer the helmswoman who strategized from behind curtains, but a woman yearning for something.
"Master Daziel, look.
Tingyun's laughter was like a silver bell, clear and seductive, "Master Yukong is already tempted, so why must you pretend to be proper?
As she spoke, her slender fingers audaciously traced Daziel's lapel, lightly and suggestively caressing the fabric over his chest. That faint, ethereal fragrance now became incredibly浓郁, like an invisible net, binding him firmly.
"You two... not here."
Daziel's voice also grew hoarse.
"What's wrong with here?
Tingyun pressed her body against him, her warm breath caressing his ear, "Given Lady Ruan Mei's relationship with you, she won't mind. She probably won't even have any emotional fluctuations..."
Before Daziel could retort, another hand, bearing a distinctly different touch, also landed on his shoulder.
That hand belonged to Yukong; her fingertips were slightly cool, yet trembled with a hint of nervousness, but the force conveyed from her palm was unequivocally firm.
Yukong opened her mouth once more, her voice low but carrying an irresistible determination, "Tingyun is right,
The moment her words fell, she leaned down and kissed his lips, a touch that was slightly hesitant yet intensely eager.
It was not a fleeting touch, but a torrent of emotions that had accumulated for far too long, bursting forth in an instant. Her kiss carried a faint, clear tea fragrance, mixed with her own unique, refined aura, now thoroughly tinged with desire.
Daziel's mind went blank.
Seeing this, Tingyun's foxy smile deepened. She did not join the kiss, but instead turned her attention to Yukong.
Her soft body coiled around like a nimble snake, her hands wrapped around Yukong's waist, her cheek affectionately rubbing against Yukong's figure.
"Yukong...
Yukong walked up to her, slowly raising her hand, but her fingers stopped in mid-air, an inch from her cheek, slightly trembling.
The perfectly tailored uniform.
"Master Yukong", you're truly proactive. Since it's like this, Master Daziel."
Tingyun's lips parted slightly, a thousand words boiling like water in her chest, but in the end, they only formed this one offering.
Leisurely tasting with a silver fork, her posture composed, but a different kind of interest sparkling in her eyes.
Stirred.
Tingyun lifted her head, her eyes shimmering with tears. She reached out her hand to him, extending her final invitation, the man she had yearned for so long.
A name caught in her throat.
This pastry interested her more than the conversation between Yukong and the other two.
"After all, "Together... let's truly cherish us.
Every one of her touches carried an almost pious reverence.
This address, like the most potent catalyst, made Daziel's body tremble, and made Yukong beside him pause.
This was a designation exclusive to the Foxian and Borisin people, but its implication was self-evident.
"I've come to take you home, Tingyun.
Yukong stepped forward, each stride seemingly treading on everyone's heart. Her voice had regained its usual composure,
"I hadn't expected... it would be Master Yukong who came.
Tingyun gazed at the old acquaintance who had walked up to her, surprise and emotion interwoven, her eyes slightly red-rimmed.
The temperature in the room suddenly rose, and the air was filled with three distinct yet strangely merged auras.
Every one of her touches carried an almost pious reverence.
"Now it seems... all those preparations were quite unnecessary."
yet carried an undeniable tenderness.
Ruan Mei took half a step back, elegantly yielding space, like an unconcerned observer.
"It seems you have much to discuss privately. You and Daziel are also old acquaintances, so I shall not disturb you here."
Yukong, however, did not ignore her. Instead, she paused and gave Ruan Mei a slight nod, her gaze more solemn than ever before.
"On behalf of The Xianzhou Alliance, I sincerely thank you once again, Lady Ruan Mei.
"No need."
Ruan Mei's tone was as cool as ever, as if this enormous kindness was merely an equivalent exchange, "I merely completed an interesting transaction.
Having said that, she walked directly to a nearby sofa and sat down, picking up an oak cake roll, unique to Penacony, "It was I who proactively requested it from the General.
The soft rustle of silk, suppressed whispers, and the clear sounds of skin on skin intertwined.
Daziel no longer resisted. He stretched out his arms, one arm embracing Yukong's taut waist, pulling her back into his embrace, while the other hand held Tingyun's outstretched hand.
The sofa was wide and soft, spacious enough to accommodate the three of them in their abandon. Then came the long-awaited pleasure, revealing a side of themselves they rarely showed, shedding their inhibitions and disguises.
Tingyun was like a greedy little fox, leaving her unique marks between Daziel's neck and chest.
Her nails intentionally or unintentionally trailed across his back, bringing Daziel a unique sensation.
Yukong, after her initial impulse, became silent and focused. She used her own body to feel this.
At the peak of their passion, Tingyun suddenly whispered in his ear, her voice almost choked, sweet to the bone, gently uttering a sound.
This address, like the most potent catalyst, made Daziel's body tremble, and made Yukong beside him pause.
This was a designation exclusive to the Foxian and Borisin people, but its implication was self-evident.
Tingyun's eyes glittered with the light of her successful gambit, yet also carried a hint of genuine adoration and infatuation, "My new 'Papa', Tingyun... and Master Yukong..., are we serving you comfortably?"
The last barrier in Daziel's mind shattered. A low growl rumbled in his chest—a primal response that sealed the pact. Without another word, he yanked both women against him. His lips crashed into Yukong's first, a ravenous kiss devoid of hesitation. It was his turn to take charge, and he did so with a ferocity that left her breathless. At the same time, his other hand gripped Tingyun's nape, dragging her into the kiss, twisting it into a chaotic trio.
The wide, plush sofa became the stage for their unrestrained passion—a tangle of limbs, silk, and exposed skin. Daziel resisted no longer; he surrendered to the whirlwind.
His mouth moved with predatory hunger between them. Yukong's kiss was firm, almost a battle for dominance, her tongue skilled and demanding. Tingyun's was lighter, a game of teasing, her lips pulling away just enough to release a giggle before diving back in. Their scents intoxicated him—Yukong's refined tea perfume mingling with Tingyun's sugary, musky aroma.
"More… Daziel…" Yukong murmured against his lips, her usually controlled voice now rough and broken.
Tingyun, meanwhile, was pure foxlike agility. While Daziel and Yukong locked in a deep kiss, her hands slid down, swift and precise. The buttons of Daziel's shirt came undone in seconds, her fingers tracing his chest muscles, nails lightly scratching, sending jolts of electricity across his skin. Her fluffy white tail deliberately brushed against his leg—an exotic touch that made him shudder.
She lowered her face, the heat of her breath grazing his belt buckle. Her vulpine eyes glittered with mischief as she glanced up. "Daddy seems… very happy to see us."
Without waiting for a reply, she unzipped him with impressive skill. Daziel's cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. Tingyun let out a faux-surprised "Oh…" but her eyes devoured the sight.
Daziel felt a tug on his hair and saw Yukong watching the scene, her deep violet eyes now dark with desire. The composure of the Helm Master had given way to raw lust.
"Tingyun…" Yukong whispered, voice strained. "Good girl."
The praise seemed to be the trigger. Tingyun licked her lips and leaned forward. Her warm, wet tongue traced the bulging vein along Daziel's shaft, making his hips jerk. She was no amateur—Ruan Mei had implanted memories of her sessions with Daziel, and Tingyun now had plenty of material to work with. Every movement was calculated to wring out maximum pleasure. She took him into her mouth, swallowing him slowly, her eyes locked on his—challenging and submissive at once.
As Tingyun's skilled mouth carried him to heaven, Daziel felt Yukong's body press against his. Her hands, once hesitant, were now firm, exploring his chest, his shoulders, squeezing his muscles. She leaned in and bit his shoulder—not hard enough to wound, but enough to mark, to claim.
"Look at her," Yukong whispered in his ear, breath hot. "So eager to please… So hungry."
The image of them—the mischievous fox on her knees, serving him with profane devotion, and the mature vixen at his side, egging her on—shattered the last remnants of Daziel's control. He gripped Tingyun's hair, not violently but with undeniable possessiveness, guiding her rhythm. Her head bobbed, the obscene glug-glug filling the room's silence, broken only by Yukong's low moans.
"Deep throat… just like that…" Daziel gasped, his mind emptying.
Tingyun accepted the challenge, taking him deeper until he felt the tip of his cock nudge her throat's entrance. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, but the smile on her lips remained.
At the same time, Daziel slid his hand beneath Yukong's silken uniform, finding the heat between her legs. She was already soaked. His fingers plunged into her wetness, finding her swollen clit. Yukong arched her back with a muffled cry, her body trembling under his touch.
The combination was too much. Tingyun's tight mouth, his fingers sliding through Yukong's slickness, the sound of their moans—Daziel was on the edge. He felt the pressure building in his groin, a heat threatening to explode.
"Yukong… look at me," he ordered, voice rough.
She obeyed, their eyes meeting. In that moment, he drove his fingers deeper into her while guiding Tingyun's head into a faster rhythm. Yukong came first, a violent spasm that tore his name from her lips. The clench of her muscles—even through his fingers—was the final straw.
With one last thrust into Tingyun's throat, Daziel erupted.
He allowed no recovery time. Yanking Tingyun up—her chin slick with his seed—he tossed her aside onto the sofa. In one fluid motion, he flipped Yukong onto all fours against the cushions. Her uniform was crumpled, her once-impeccable hair now a glorious mess.
"My turn," he snarled, positioning himself behind her.
Tingyun, catching her breath, laughed. "Yes, Daddy! Show Master Yukong how it's done! Teach her a lesson!"
Daziel needed no further encouragement. He slammed into Yukong with a single powerful thrust. She screamed—a mix of pain and absolute pleasure. He was thick, filling her completely, stretching her in a way she'd secretly longed for.
PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.
The sound of skin slapping echoed through the room, a primitive, wild rhythm. Daziel gripped her hips hard, driving into her relentlessly. Tingyun crawled closer, her hands roaming Yukong's back, her nails scratching Daziel's ass.
"Harder… rougher…" Tingyun whispered like a devil on their shoulders. "Make her beg… Make her forget she was ever the great Helm Master…"
"Tingyun… shut up…" Yukong managed between moans, but there was no anger in her voice—only surrender.
He fucked her with the force of a god and the fury of a demon, each thrust deeper than the last. He felt her clench around him, nearing climax again. He leaned down, biting her neck as he growled: "You're mine, Yukong."
At the peak of their frenzy, as their bodies teetered on the edge of ruin, Tingyun whispered in his ear—her voice sweet as honey, poisonous as hemlock:
"Daddy… cum inside her. Fill her with your seed. Let's see if we can make a little brother for me."
The words—so obscene, so perfectly aligned with the madness of the moment—were the final push. Daziel roared as his second orgasm of the night erupted inside Yukong, a hot, thick flood. Her body convulsed around his, an orgasm so intense it left her limp and gasping beneath him.
Daziel stayed buried in Yukong for a long moment, her body trembling with aftershocks. His heat filled her, a mark of possession that left her feeling both violated and complete. He pulled out slowly, the wet, obscene sound echoing in the silence. His seed, thick and white, spilled down her thighs, staining the sofa's dark silk. Yukong didn't move, her face buried in the cushions, her body heavy and spent—surrendered in a way she'd never experienced in centuries of life.
Tingyun watched with a satisfied smile, her eyes gleaming like a fox who'd successfully cornered two far larger prey. She rose with fluid grace, her slender form a stark contrast to the passionate carnage she'd orchestrated.
She circled the sofa, stopping beside Yukong's head. Leaning down, she whispered—sweet and venomous—words only the Helm Master could hear:
"Looks like Master Yukong finally met a storm she couldn't navigate. Did it feel good… Mommy?"
A shiver ran through Yukong's body, but she didn't reply. She was utterly at their mercy.
Satisfied, Tingyun turned her attention to Daziel. He was slumped, panting, sweat glistening on his chest as he fought to recover. His eyes were glazed, lost in the post-sex haze. But the beast within him wasn't sated—his cock still half-hard, proof of his divine stamina.
Tingyun climbed onto the sofa, kneeling before him, her knees sinking into the cushions beside his hips.
"And Daddy…" she purred, licking a bead of sweat from his chest. "Seems like you need a break. You spent so much energy on Master Yukong." She pouted playfully. "But your favorite little fox hasn't even had her real fun yet."
Before Daziel could process her words, she moved. With surprising agility, she straddled him, facing him, and gripped his cock with one hand. With the other, she guided him to her tight, wet entrance.
"You didn't think Tingyun would just watch, did you?" she whispered, eyes locked on his—a mix of calculated innocence and brazen lust.
She sank onto him, slowly, torturously. Daziel hissed at how tight she was. It was nothing like Yukong. Where Yukong was a fortress surrendering, Tingyun was a silken trap, tailor-made to ensnare and drain him.
She let out a high, satisfied moan when he filled her completely. "Ah… yes… right there…" she gasped, arching her back. Her small hands found his, fingers intertwining. "This is where you belong, Daddy. Inside me."
Tingyun began to move, to ride him. Her motions weren't wild like Yukong's—they were precise, skilled. She knew exactly how to tilt her hips to hit his most sensitive spots, how to clench her inner muscles to wring out his moans. Her fox ears twitched with each motion, her fluffy tail swaying, brushing against his thighs—adding another layer of exotic sensation.
"Harder…" she demanded, her sweet voice now edged with command. "You were so rough with Master Yukong… I want that too. Don't hold back just because I look fragile."
A growl escaped Daziel's lips. Exhaustion burned away under fresh desire, a hunger focused solely on the little fox dominating him. His hands, once lax, gripped her hips hard enough to leave red marks on her pale skin. He was no longer passive.
Tingyun gasped—not in pain, but in ecstasy. Her eyes widened. "Yes… like that. Hold me tight, Daddy. Don't let me escape."
She quickened her pace, riding him with energy that defied her size. Each descent was a precise strike, each ascent a promise of more. The sound of their bodies—a wet PLAP, PLAP—became the only music in the room. Tingyun's silver hair clung to her sweaty forehead, her usual calculated teasing replaced by a wild, genuine smile. She was lost in the moment, just as he was.
In a bold move, she leaned forward until her soft breasts pressed against his chest and whispered in his ear, breath ragged:
"Look at her, Daziel." She turned his head, forcing him to stare at Yukong's limp form on the sofa. "The great Helm Master… broken. Defeated. Why don't you do the same to me?"
The tempting suggestion—a dirty secret shared—was more erotic than any touch. Seeing Yukong so vulnerable, knowing he'd caused it… and now being claimed by the architect of her downfall…
The beast inside Daziel awoke fully.
With a roar that made the windows rattle, he flipped her. In one brutal motion, he tore her from his lap and pinned her beneath him on the cushions. Now, he was in control.
Tingyun's eyes shone with shock and pure excitement. She wasn't afraid—she was thrilled.
"YES!" she screamed, legs locking around his waist, pulling him closer. "LIKE THIS! Fuck me, Daziel! Fuck your little fox until I can't walk! Make me forget my own name!"
He accepted the challenge. He plunged into her with a ferocity that made his earlier bout with Yukong seem gentle. Thrust after thrust, he hammered into her, her body curving to meet each one. Her cries were no longer calculated—they were raw screams of pleasure, mingling with the sound of skin on skin and his guttural groans. Her tail thrashed wildly, lashing the air, sometimes wrapping around his leg in a spasm.
He felt his climax building again—a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to drown him. He was a machine, an instrument of their shared lust, about to break.
At the peak of their frenzy, as his vision blurred and every muscle screamed, Tingyun lifted her head, eyes blazing with triumphant madness. Sweat dripped down her face, mixing with tears of pure ecstasy. She licked his salty lips and, with the last of her breath, whispered the final invocation—the key to unlocking the last gate of his control:
"Inside… Daddy…!" she gasped, voice hoarse and broken. "Fill your little fox… Breed me… Claim me!"
Those words.
They were no longer a game. They were a primal command, an appeal to the ancestral roots Ruan Mei had stirred within her—roots that now connected to Daziel's power. The mention of "tradition," of his near-divine duty as co-ruler of the Foxians, was what broke him.
A thunderclap exploded in his mind, obliterating all thought. There was no more Daziel the man—only the male, the alpha, the sovereign answering his mate's call.
He roared—a guttural, animal sound from the depths of his soul—and buried himself to the hilt, his hips crushing against hers in one final, devastating thrust. And then he came undone.
A flood of liquid fire, surging endlessly, filling her. This wasn't an orgasm—it was an eruption, an act of marking, of absolute possession. He came and came, emptying himself inside her, claiming every inch of her being.
Tingyun's body arched like a bow, her walls clamping down in violent spasms, milking every drop, every pulse. Her nails dug into his back, not scratching but piercing, leaving behind bloody crescents as her own mark on him. A strangled, hissing sound escaped her lips as her own climax consumed her—a full-body orgasm so intense she saw stars.
When the last pulse faded, he collapsed atop her, his dead weight pinning her to the cushions. Neither moved. The silence that followed was heavier than any scream. The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and seed.
Slowly, from across the sofa, Yukong stirred. With visible effort, she pushed herself up on her elbows, her hair a tangled mess, her expensive uniform in ruins. Her face was a complex mask of shock, exhaustion, and envy so deep it was palpable. She'd witnessed the final act, the complete claiming—and something in her expression suggested she wished she'd been the one marked that way.
Daziel finally found air for his lungs, his body trembling. He tried to rise, but Tingyun held him, her legs still locked around his waist, refusing to let go.
She was exhausted, wrecked—her body would ache for days—but her eyes held the unmistakable light of victory. She'd gotten what she wanted.
Pressing her face into his sweaty shoulder, she whispered—her voice barely a breath, but every word weighted with what had just happened:
"See?…" she murmured, voice hoarse and triumphant. "...Now… I'm yours. Truly."
Across the room, entirely indifferent to the carnal chaos, Ruan Mei took a delicate sip of her tea, a faint gleam of analytical interest in her eyes—as if she'd just observed the results of a particularly fascinating experiment.
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