Strange Fire flared, reducing their clothes to ash.
Lan An pressed himself against Hua Qing Zhu's soft, voluptuous body, savoring her cool, cotton-like skin. He sighed in bliss.
"Hmph, always seizing the moment," Hua Qing Zhu huffed playfully, nipping his shoulder. His firm, muscular frame, honed by physical cultivation, impressed her.
Lan An grinned, thrilled to be atop the White Sand Empire's noblest woman—a delight denied even the Emperor. His arousal surged, veins pulsing visibly.
Her jade-like thighs brushed against his heated length, sparking a delicious friction. A mischievous thought struck him.
"Darling, be good… clamp it with your thighs," he coaxed, his voice laced with allure. The Tribulation Lust Mark on her forehead glowed, rendering resistance futile.
"Lecher!" she scolded softly, yet obediently guided his rigid length between her plump, slick thighs, squeezing them shut.
"Hng…" Lan An groaned, the cool embrace of her skin indescribable.
Her long, flawless legs were a masterpiece. Propping himself above her, he began to thrust, the friction intoxicating.
Slap, slap, slap.
His thick member slid between her thighs, stirring strange sensations in Hua Qing Zhu. She hadn't known such play was possible.
"You're a creation's masterpiece," Lan An panted, praising her.
"Healing, you said?" she shot him a cold glance, her charm overwhelming.
Blushing, he feigned righteousness. "No rush. It's most effective when I'm at peak hardness."
Pfft.
Her laughter broke her icy facade. With him, maintaining her cold demeanor was near impossible.
Her smile, like a hundred blooming flowers, radiant despite her pale lips, captivated him. He gazed, entranced.
Leaning down, he kissed her tender lips gently.
"Mmm…"
She hummed softly, closing her eyes, parting her lips to meet his affection.
He savored her soft lips, their sweet fragrance driving him to explore with his tongue, tracing her delicate teeth, claiming every corner of her mouth, and entwining their tongues in a passionate dance.
Smack, smack, smack.
Their kiss deepened, pouring out fervent emotions. Her arms wrapped tightly around his bare back, while his hands kneaded a full breast, teasing its rosy peak until it hardened.
Below, his length continued its steady rhythm between her thighs, heedless of the slickness seeping from her secret garden.
Time blurred in their fervor. When her thighs grew slick with her essence, he reluctantly released her swollen lips.
Panting, Hua Qing Zhu's misty eyes locked onto his heterochromatic gaze, her soul ensnared. She couldn't break free.
"Handsome, huh?" he teased, winking.
"Tch, thick-skinned!" she pouted, a girlish playfulness emerging.
"Women always hide their hearts, unlike us straightforward men," he chuckled, caressing her face. "My Qing Zhu is breathtaking, so stunning I can't look away, even knowing you're Lian Hua's mother. I can't let you go."
Her body trembled. His mention of her daughter in this moment sparked an odd thrill, her core tightening. Blushing, she met his gaze, her breath soft. "You're so greedy. Am I really that beautiful?"
No longer calling herself "this seat," she spoke as his equal.
He didn't answer with words. His actions spoke.
Kissing her cheek tenderly, his tongue traced her slender neck, lingering on the vivid mark he'd left.
"Mmm… ticklish…"
Her skin prickled under his touch. She pinched his nipple, rolling it playfully.
Undeterred, he left a trail of red marks on her neck, then lapped at her exquisite collarbone. With a swift move, he took a rosy peak into his mouth, nibbling gently.
"Are you a baby?" she teased, arching as he suckled like a child.
"In front of my woman, a man's always a boy," he replied, releasing her. Grasping both full breasts, he squeezed them together fiercely.
"Ah, what now?" she gasped, moaning.
Under her shy gaze, her breasts strained, nearly bursting. When their peaks nearly touched, he engulfed both in his mouth.
"Mmm… hng… trying to kill me?" Pleasure surged, her lower body itching, her platinum patch drenched.
Smack, smack, smack.
He suckled eagerly, her scent intoxicating. Releasing them, he admired the glistening, marked mounds, his possessiveness soaring.
"Hng… hng… Nam… I can't take it," she panted, her sensitive body overwhelmed, mind hazy.
"Open your legs, darling. Let me love you," he said, smacking her full breast.
Gone was her lofty demeanor. She parted her long legs, revealing her soaked, inviting core.
"So beautiful…" Lan An gazed, awestruck.
Her mound was plump, the rosy pearl gleaming proudly, the narrow slit a tempting pink. The deeper folds, slightly darker, seemed impossibly tight, barely fit for a finger.
Mesmerized, he traced his tongue from bottom to top.
"AHHH, you'll kill me…"
Already mortified by his scrutiny, the sensation of his tongue drove her wild. She screamed, filling Hua Qing Palace with lascivious echoes.
Last time, the Tribulation Lust Poison clouded her senses, but now, fully aware, she marveled at his skill, the pleasure divine.
His rough tongue delved deep, greedily claiming her sweet essence.
Writhing, she felt a mix of numbness, itching, and ethereal bliss, floating yet not reaching the peak.
She lay still, eyes half-closed with desire, panting, surrendering to the sensation.
"AHHH, so good… I'm done!"
His tongue struck her hardened pearl, igniting her nerves. A gush erupted, drenching his face. He drank deeply, savoring her unique sweetness.
Her lower lips parted fully, ready for complete invasion.
Seeing the noble Empress's expression, Lan An neared his limit.
Lifting her legs over his shoulders, he teased her entrance with his tip, slicking it with her wetness.
"Mmm… come in… Little Nam, I'm itching!" Her pleading voice betrayed her arousal.
He licked her leg, smirking. "Call me husband, and you're my wife."
Mortified—she was Bai Lian Hua's mother, what would her daughter call him?—she saw his domineering look. Yielding, she whispered, "Husband… enter your wife!"
"Good girl."
Laughing, he thrust hard.
Schlick.
Her tight core engulfed him fully, root to tip.
"AHH, I'm in bliss… you're amazing… it's tearing me!" Her breasts heaved, creating mesmerizing waves.
The tight, slick friction overwhelmed him. Words failed; only action conveyed his fervor.
Slap, slap, slap, slap.
Gripping her legs, he pulled her close, hips pounding relentlessly. Each thrust reached her depths, merciless yet thrilling, the conquest of the empire's noblest woman consuming him.
"Hng… so good… mmm… I'm dying… gentler…" Her hair disheveled, head thrashing, she wept with pleasure, her moans incoherent.
"She's mine, to love as I please," he declared, capturing her panting lips.
Slap, slap, slap, slap.
His fierce thrusts stretched her, numbing her nerves. Her sealed lips silenced her moans, but her heart surrendered fully. His dominating presence shattered her pride, claiming her entirely.
She closed her eyes, hips swaying instinctively, welcoming his invasion, letting him revel in her body.
Her nails dug into his skin, fueling his excitement. Like a wild beast, he claimed her.
Each thrust felt as if he'd force everything inside, her core clenching tighter, a vortex of soft flesh pulling him deeper.
Thud, thud, thud.
The sounds echoed through the palace, Extreme Ice crystals reflecting their passionate union.
Hua Qing Zhu lost count of her peaks, yet hadn't fully released.
"Husband… my lips are numb…" she sent telepathically, her voice coy.
Regaining clarity, he released her swollen lips, seeing their reddened state. "Sorry, my love, your beauty made me lose control."
Smiling, she nestled into his chest, moaning softly, "I'm close… be gentle."
He slowed, shifting to lie behind her, arms around her slender waist. His length remained inside, moving tenderly, full of love.
She melted into his bare embrace, blissful.
"Mmm… yes, love me gently like this…" she panted, savoring his care.
In this position, her core gripped him tighter with his gentle rhythm.
Each woman loved differently; Hua Qing Zhu craved tender affection.
"Mmm… so good… I love you…"
"I feel every inch of you inside me, it's indescribable…"
Her murmurs filled him with pride.
"Ah, I'm there… release, darling!"
"Yes, my love… I'll fill you!"
Silently sharing their passion, they moaned in unison, their bodies and souls entwined.
She turned to face him, joy blooming on her lips. Meeting Lan An was her life's turning point. She even felt gratitude toward the Extreme Ice Demon Monarch for their union.
"Like calling me husband or master?" she teased, licking her lips, clinging to him.
"As long as it's you, I love it all," he said. Her "master" sent a jolt through him, but he played it cool.
Feeling his reaction, she giggled, her seductive glance enchanting. "Master… I'm your slave…"
Boom.
Her words, from the heavens' noblest woman, ignited him. A lofty Empress calling herself his slave—how could he resist?
Smack.
"You little vixen!" He spanked her playfully.
Her cold, haughty exterior was a facade born of circumstance. Lan An had unlocked her heart, earning her boundless love. She gave herself fully to please him.
He was her exception. To others, she remained icy and untouchable.
He was her first and last love. If he betrayed her, her heart would freeze eternally, beyond melting.
Would he? Could he not love her?
He swore, even if the world ended tomorrow, he never would.
"Heal me now…" She grasped his fierce length, murmuring.
"Silly, you're swollen yet still indulge me?" He held her tighter, noting her tender state but her desire to please him.
Seeing he noticed, she stuck out her tongue cutely.
"This time, it's real healing," he laughed, entering her gently.
"Mmm…" She nodded, accepting him.
"Relax your mind. Your husband will teach you the Dual Cultivation Scripture," he said softly.
She obeyed, and he transmitted the Dragon Fairy Sacred Scripture.
Instantly, heaven and earth's spiritual energy roared toward them.
Both moaned in comfort, lost in ecstasy.