Xiu Mei's eyes widened in shock as Shi Yang's astral form invaded her most intimate place. She gasped, her body tensing as the phantom fingers began to move within her.
But then, something unexpected happened. The pleasure that had already been building from Shi Yang's physical touch intensified tenfold with the addition of his astral form. Her mind reeled as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.
"Ah! Ahh! Uncle Shi!" Xiu Mei cried, her voice loud enough that anyone outside might hear if they paid attention.
"Just relax and enjoy," he whispered—his voice slipping almost telepathically into her mind as his Dao carried it through the water.
The dual stimulation was overwhelming yet exquisite—Shi Yang's physical fingers circling her clit in time with his astral form thrusting inside her.
Xiu Mei felt herself teetering on the edge of release when suddenly, Shi Yang withdrew both his physical and astral touch.
"No! Don't stop!" she pleaded desperately, even as it was clear he hadn't truly finished.
Shi Yang chuckled, his spirit flowing fully back into his body. "Turn around," he ordered, slapping her pink lips. The sharp impact made her legs buckle. He didn't mind using his phantom self, but he preferred the old-fashioned way.
Her legs trembled, threatening to give out as she struggled to process the sudden absence of his touch. His command snapped her back, and with a shaky breath, she turned in the bath.
Her heart raced as she faced him once more, water sloshing around her skin. The intensity in his eyes made it hard to look away.
"Like this?" Xiu Mei asked softly, positioning herself so he could easily reach her again.
Shi Yang nodded slowly, a small smile tugging his lips. "Very good," he praised, leaning forward to capture one nipple between his fingers. He teased it gently at first, then tightened his grip.
Xiu Mei moaned into the steam-filled air as he lavished attention on both breasts. Her hands gripped the bathtub as pleasure threatened to consume her again.
Her behind pressed back against his length. "Mmm…" she moaned as his throbbing shaft nestled between her soft cheeks. His body arched over her as he toyed with her from behind.
Just when she thought she would climax, Shi Yang pulled back and released one breast with a pop. "Not yet," he whispered against the wet skin of her shoulder, trailing kisses lower toward where their bodies met beneath the waterline.
Xiu Mei gasped when his fingers slid through her slick folds again, stopping short of entering fully. Instead, he circled that sensitive bundle of nerves until sparks shot through every inch of her.
Her body jerked as his fingers danced around her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She clamped her thighs together, trying to trap his hand, but he was relentless.
"Uncle Shi! I can't—" Xiu Mei whimpered, the words dying as a powerful orgasm tore through her. Wave after wave of bliss left her gasping and shuddering against him.
Shi Yang didn't relent, working her through each aftershock with deliberate patience before finally withdrawing.
Xiu Mei collapsed forward onto the edge of the tub, chest heaving as she struggled for breath. Shi Yang rose from the water, his chiseled face wearing a knowing smile.
Without drying himself, he stepped in front of her, his dragon swaying proudly. He fixed her hair, tilted her chin up, and stroked himself. "Now it's time for you to massage my swollen member as well."
Xiu Mei's eyes widened at the sight of his engorged manhood, thick and pulsing with need. Her mouth went dry as she accepted the task of pleasuring him in return.
She reached out and wrapped one hand around his shaft—marveling at its heat and hardness. Her thumb brushed over the head, smearing the bead of precum that glistened there.
Shi Yang groaned at her first touch, then placed his hands on either side of her head, guiding her strokes. "Just like that," he murmured huskily.
Xiu Mei found a rhythm, sliding her hand up and down his length, experimenting with pressure and speed until his breath hitched.
Emboldened, she leaned in to flick her tongue over his tip before taking him into her mouth.
Shi Yang's hips jerked as her lips closed around him. "Mmm," she hummed around his girth, the vibrations making his grip on her hair tighten.
Her hands worked his shaft as her mouth moved in rhythm, her pace quickening under his guidance. His control slipped as he neared his peak.
Then, with a gasp, Xiu Mei pulled back just before he could release, stroking him rapidly until he erupted with a guttural roar.
Hot ropes of seed spilled across her hand and wrist, thick and heavy. She watched in awe as his final spurts ebbed away, leaving him panting but still hard.
Shi Yang released her, then stepped back into the bath. His gaze never left hers as he submerged again.
"Now you're ready for me," he declared, pulling her back into his embrace under the steaming water—his arousal pressing insistently against her.
Xiu Mei's eyes fluttered shut as his body pressed into hers, his hardness prodding her stomach. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Their tongues tangled with growing hunger.
Shi Yang broke the kiss, trailing down her neck, nipping and sucking until her nipple throbbed beneath his tongue.
She arched into him, moaning at the mix of pleasure and pain. Her nails dug into his back as desire surged.
He shifted behind her, guiding himself between her thighs. With one smooth thrust, he buried himself inside her heat, stretching her fully.
Xiu Mei gasped at the sudden fullness but quickly adapted, rocking back to meet his powerful strokes.
The water rippled violently around them as skin slapped against skin, their cries echoing through the steamy chamber.
Shi Yang gripped her hips tighter, driving into her with force. Waves crashed against the tub's edges, threatening to spill over.
His pace grew erratic as his climax neared. Xiu Mei clenched around him like a vice, spurring him on.
With a groan, he flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him. His thrusts slammed into her sweet spot, stars bursting behind her eyelids.
Their bodies moved in perfect sync, sweat and steam mingling as they writhed together in frenzy.
Xiu Mei cried out as he swelled within her, her walls clamping down in greedy spasms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his flesh as if demanding every last drop.
Shi Yang's restraint shattered. With a roar, he drove deep, erupting inside her womb in a torrent of hot seed that filled her to the brim.
They collapsed together, exhausted, their racing hearts slowly syncing with the gentle lap of water against the tub's sides.
Entwined in steam and silence, neither spoke, unwilling to shatter the spell spun from their fulfilled desire.
—
The water had grown lukewarm, the surface shimmering faintly with the scent of mingled sweat and passion. Xiu Mei leaned back against Shi Yang's chest, her skin glowing with the afterglow of indulgence.
"Come," Shi Yang murmured, his tone soft but firm. "We should clean ourselves."
He reached for a cloth, running it across her back with slow, deliberate motions. She sighed, her eyes fluttering shut as he traced down the elegant lines of her body. When she was rinsed, she returned the favor, wiping the last traces of water and heat from his shoulders and chest.
After a final splash, Shi Yang stood, water cascading down his body as he stepped from the bath. He took up a towel, drying himself in unhurried strokes.
"I'll look through my things," he said over his shoulder, his smile faint but tired. "Get us both something clean to wear."
He slid the door open, walking into the adjoining chamber. But the moment his foot crossed the threshold, his senses flared—sharp and violent.
A dagger cut through the air, aimed directly for his temple.
His hand snapped up, fingers catching the steel mid-flight. Qi surged through his veins, and before the dagger could even quiver in his grasp, orange corrosion bloomed across the blade. In the blink of an eye, it rusted, crumbling into flakes that fell harmlessly to the floor.
Shi Yang's eyes narrowed, a vulture's cry piercing the silence as his spirit beast materialized beside him, its talons raking the floor. His killing intent swept through the room like a tide as his gaze locked on the corner.
A woman stepped forward, her presence like a flame amidst shadow. Black silk clung to her curves, her hair crowned with golden ornaments that swayed as she moved. Her smile was sharp, her eyes alight with playful cruelty.
Behind her, several cloaked figures emerged, their black hoods drawn low but the silver gleam of armor unmistakable beneath.
Willowshade Enforcers.
Shi Yang's breath stilled for a heartbeat. So… did they leave the city only to hunt me down?
But the woman tilted her head, her eyes narrowing as if she could read his thoughts.
"Relax," she said smoothly, voice muffled beneath the faint veil at her lips yet sharp as a blade. "We're not here to arrest you."
Her hand flicked casually, producing another dagger. She pressed the steel against its sheath, sliding it in with a hiss before tossing it aside.
"That was just a toy. You were so unaware of your surroundings, I thought I'd play a little trick before we got to business."
Her amusement lingered as she stepped closer, her presence commanding despite the teasing lilt to her voice.
Shi Yang's eyes went cold; the vulture's beak clamped multiple lengths of red thread, and made all in the room freeze, talons braced. The woman's smile barely wavered under his restraint. This is bad. I need to get the girls and escape, he thought, every nerve taut.
He started to draw his spirit out, preparing to snatch his women from the town—
"Ah-ah." The voice came from right behind him. The woman in black had closed the bathroom door and pressed a knife to his back. "Scream and it won't end well."
How'd she—? Shi Yang ground his teeth as the cold steel kissed his spine. "Fine," he whispered through clenched teeth. "You can take me in... just leave my partner alone." He raised both hands slowly.
"That won't be necessary," she purred, dragging the blade in a line that cut a faint crimson upward along his skin. "I said we aren't here to arrest you."
Pain flashed through him, but he fought to keep control. He curled his fingers into half-fists beneath his palms. Dammit. I'll kill you all, he seethed, casting hungry looks at the windows as he considered flooding the room.
The cloaked man at his left stepped forward and produced three silver chests. He set them down carefully—one after another—on the bed. When the first chest opened, Shi Yang saw three mid-grade spirit stones nested inside. The second chest, on his right, held a rolled-up scroll. The third, placed in the middle, contained a single folded letter.
The woman in black pointed to the letter. "Pick it up," she instructed. He obeyed, lifting the paper with a numb, steady hand.
The men closed the chests and arranged them on his bed with practiced efficiency. The woman's smile returned, colder now. "The City Lord sends her regards."
Before he could reply, the cloaked figures dissolved into shadow—gone in an instant—leaving him alone with the letter, the chests, and a slick of cold sweat trickling down his spine.