"You're still hard?" She arched an eyebrow, feeling his length twitch against her thigh. Her fingers trailed down his stomach with deliberate slowness.
He recovers faster than I expected.
She straddled him in one fluid motion, the damp heat between her legs already pressing against his renewed erection. "This time," she purred, rolling her hips just enough to make him groan, "I'll ride you until dawn breaks."
Her nails scraped lightly over his chest as she leaned down.
Shi Yang's eyes widened as Wei Kunshan settled herself above him, her slick heat enveloping the tip of his throbbing member.
"Mmmh... You're insatiable," he groaned, reaching up to cup her breasts in his palms. He kneaded the soft mounds gently, thumbing over the pebbled nipples as she began to rock against him.
Wei Kunshan threw her head back with a throaty moan, hips undulating in a sensual rhythm that had Shi Yang's breath catching in his throat. "You have no idea how long I've craved this," she panted, grinding down harder on him.
Shi Yang tangled his fingers in her hair, tugging lightly to bring her face closer to his. "Then take what you need from me," he urged huskily before capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
Their tongues danced and clashed as Wei Kunshan rode him with increasing fervor; each roll of her hips sending sparks of pleasure shooting up Shi Yang's spine.
He broke the kiss to gasp out a warning: "Be careful not to make me come too soon again."
But it was too late—Wei Kunshan had already coaxed another powerful climax from him with just the pressure of her inner walls and the relentless pace of their lovemaking.
Her fingers tightened around his wrists as she pinned them above his head, her body moving in slow, maddening circles. "You're too eager," she murmured against his throat, biting down just hard enough to make him gasp.
She lifted herself slightly, letting only the tip of him stretch her entrance before sinking back down with a sharp exhale. "Better?" Her voice was honeyed mischief as she watched his face twist with pleasure.
Shi Yang's hips jerked upward instinctively, but she pressed a palm flat against his stomach to still him. "Ah-ah." A smirk curled her lips. "My pace tonight." Leaning close, she dragged her tongue along the shell of his ear before whispering: "Unless you want me to stop?"
Shi Yang's breath hitched as Wei Kunshan's hot mouth trailed along his ear, her husky whisper sending shivers down his spine.
"Not a chance," he growled back, trying to buck his hips despite her firm grip on him. "I'll take whatever pleasure you're willing to give me."
He could feel his control slipping with each slow, deliberate thrust she made; her inner walls gripping him like a vice and milking his shaft for all it was worth.
Shi Yang's vision blurred at the edges as he teetered on the brink of another explosive climax; his mind clouding over with pleasure.
"Just... just don't stop," he begged hoarsely, his voice strained from holding back a roar of release.
Shi Yang's eyes rolled back in his head as Wei Kunshan's pace slowed to a torturous crawl, each subtle movement of her hips dragging out the sweet agony of pleasure.
"Please," he gasped, his voice raw and desperate. "I need... I can't..."
But before he could finish begging, Wei Kunshan leaned down and captured his lips in a searing kiss that stole the breath from his lungs. Her tongue danced with his as she rode him harder now; her inner walls clenching around him like a velvet fist.
Shi Yang lost himself in the sensation, surrendering completely to the waves of ecstasy crashing over him. He came with a hoarse cry muffled against Wei Kunshan's mouth, spilling himself deep inside her as she ground against him through it.
As their breathing slowly returned to normal, Shi Yang pulled back just enough to gaze up at Wei Kunshan with dazed eyes. "You're incredible," he whispered, still trying to process the intensity of what they'd just shared.
Wei Kunshan smiled, a satisfied glint in her eyes as she slowly lifted herself off his spent length. "You're quite the passionate soul," she purred, trailing a finger down Shi Yang's chest to circle his navel. "I think I'll enjoy breaking you in."
She leaned over to blow a gentle kiss against his lips before slipping out of bed and padding across the room on bare feet. The moonlight streaming through the windows cast an ethereal glow over her pale skin as she moved with fluid grace.
Shi Yang watched her go, still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions and sensations that had just consumed him. He knew he should probably be wary of this mysterious woman who seemed determined to unravel him piece by piece... but all he could focus on was when—and how—she'd return for another taste of what they shared tonight.
Yet even as his thoughts clung to her scent and touch, something deeper stirred. Heat pooled in his abdomen, where his dantian had long felt sluggish, like embers never stoked into flame. Now, those embers roared to life.
The faint golden glow of the Furnace of Golden Dew part of his dual cultivation Scripture pulsed on his abdomen and beneath his navel. The sweat upon his skin—mingled with hers—soaked into his pores as though drawn by invisible threads. His body trembled as the Scripture's doctrine unfurled within him, the heat twisting into a spiral that coursed through his meridians.
A dragon's breath. That was what it felt like—vast, coiling currents of Yang surging up his spine, looping through his chest, then plunging back into his dantian in endless circulation.
Shi Yang gasped, clutching at his abdomen as golden radiance flickered under his skin. The sensation was agonizing yet exalting, as though every drop of sweat exchanged between them was being reforged into raw vitality. His heart thundered like a war drum, his vision flashing with brief glimpses of a dragon coiled around a blazing furnace.
When the current finally calmed, leaving only a low, resonant hum in his meridians, he realized he had crossed a threshold—the Circulation of the Dragon's Breath.
His body thrummed with renewed strength, and yet… there was something stranger still. The warmth didn't end with him. A subtle current seemed to pulse outward, a lingering trace of Yang flowing toward the woman who had just walked away, even though she had already slipped into the night.
A bond had been forged. Faint, but undeniable.
Shi Yang flexed his hands, staring at the faint golden light seeping through his veins. His lips curled into a grim smile.
"So this is the Dragon's Breath…" he murmured. "I finally advanced Sweat-Drinking Dragon Scripture, and I can feel a faint trace of my Yang flowing through my partners..."
"No wonder the description of this part of the Scripture said those I slept with will be bound to me in a sense, though to what extent I'm not sure," he murmured, thinking about Wei Kunshan.
The pavilion felt colder without her presence, but inside him, a furnace blazed to life, whispering promises of power, temptation, and an ever-deepening hunger.