In the moonlit chamber, where the scent of jasmine and sweat still hung heavy, Qin Su stood frozen like a warrior caught in the eye of a tempest.
His broad shoulders tensed beneath his dark robes, embroidered with the subtle motifs of ancient clans, but his sharp eyes—those piercing orbs that had felled foes in the martial arenas—now darted between the two women with a mix of shock and dawning hunger.
Yuan Ai, ever the bold cultivator whose inner qi burned like eternal flames, refused to let the chaos swallow her.
She rose from the bed in a fluid motion, the blanket slipping from her bare shoulders to pool at her feet, revealing the full glory of her mature form: full breasts swaying gently, hips curving like the hilt of a jade sword, skin glowing with the residual heat of her recent passion.
Her golden hair cascaded wildly, framing a face set with determination.
'If we're diving into this madness,' she thought, her pulse thundering like war drums, 'then let it be on my terms. Qin Su... you've haunted us both. Now face the fire you've ignited.'
She strode toward him, her bare feet silent on the woven mats, and gripped the collar of his robe with both hands. "You stay," she commanded, her voice low and laced with the authority of a sect elder.
Her fingers worked swiftly, untying the sash and peeling the fabric from his chest, exposing the chiseled planes of his torso—muscles honed from years of qi circulation and blade mastery, scarred faintly from battles long past.
Qin Su's breath hitched, his hands rising instinctively to stop her, but the fire in her eyes held him captive. "Yuan Ai, this... what madness is this?" he murmured, though his body betrayed him, heat rising as her touch ignited his meridians.
She ignored him, shoving the robe down his arms until it fell away, then tugged at his trousers. With a sharp yank, she freed him completely, the cloth whispering to the floor. Qin Su stood naked before them, his powerful frame illuminated by the silver light: thick thighs like ancient tree trunks, a trail of dark hair leading downward to where his cock hung heavy, already stirring from the charged air.
But as Yuan Ai's gaze locked on it, something primal awakened within him. His inner demon, that monstrous force he'd long suppressed through rigorous meditation, surged forth.
Blood rushed southward, veins pulsing with unchecked qi, and his cock swelled rapidly—thickening, lengthening into a raging beast, veins bulging like coiled dragons, the head flaring purple with fury. It stood erect, twice the girth of a man's forearm, throbbing with a life of its own, demanding tribute.
Feng Rou, still huddled on the bed with the blanket clutched to her chest, stared wide-eyed. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a flush creeping from her neck to her ears.
'Why... why is it so huge? So big? It's twice the size of my ex-husband's... no, more. That pitiful thing from the Lian Emperor was nothing compared to this monster. How could something like that even... fit?'
She shifted, her thighs pressing together as an unwelcome ache bloomed between them, drawn inexorably to the sight. Memories of forced encounters in the imperial bedchambers flooded her—rough, joyless thrusts that left her bruised and empty. But this... this stirred something deeper, a curiosity laced with fear and forbidden want.
Yuan Ai's eyes gleamed with triumph and lust as she wrapped her hands around Qin Su's massive cock, her fingers barely encircling its girth.
The heat of it seared her palms, the pulse beneath the skin like a heartbeat of raw power. She stroked once, firmly, drawing a guttural groan from him. "Look at this," she said, her voice husky, guiding him forward by his shaft toward the bed where Feng Rou sat frozen. "You've ensnared us both, Qin Su. Now, Feng Rou... you know what to do."
Feng Rou's mouth parted in confusion, her dark eyes flicking from Yuan Ai's grip to the towering length bobbing before her. "W-what? I... I don't... what do you mean?"
Her voice trembled, innocence clashing with the vulnerability of her recent awakening. She'd shared beds before, but never like this—never with choice, never with such a behemoth demanding her attention.
Qin Su's surprise mirrored hers, his cock twitching in Yuan Ai's hold. "Yuan Ai, she's... she doesn't have to—" he started, but his words dissolved into a hiss as she squeezed.
Yuan Ai shot him a fierce look. "Hush. She's part of this now." Internally, a flicker of shock hit her too—Feng Rou's hesitation was genuine, a remnant of her shadowed past. But the cultivator in Yuan Ai pressed on, her dominant spirit unyielding. She released Qin Su momentarily and dropped to her knees before him, the cool floor a stark contrast to the fire in her veins.
Positioning herself between his legs, she leaned in, her breath ghosting over the swollen head. "Watch closely, Feng Rou," she instructed, her tone that of a master imparting forbidden arts. She parted her lips and took the tip into her mouth, tongue swirling around the ridge, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, bobbing slowly, her hands pumping the thick base in tandem. Wet sounds filled the room—slurps and Qin Su's ragged breaths—as she demonstrated, eyes locked on Feng Rou's.
Qin Su's hands fisted at his sides, his hips bucking involuntarily. "Gods, Yuan Ai... your mouth..."
Feng Rou watched, mesmerized, her blanket slipping slightly to reveal the curve of her breast. 'It's her first time seeing this too, in a way that matters,' Yuan Ai thought, pulling back with a pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cock. "Your turn. Come here."
Feng Rou hesitated, then crawled forward on the bed, her robe long discarded, body bare and trembling. "I... I've never... with the Lian Emperor, it was always unpleasant. Forced. He'd grab my hair and shove himself in, no care for me. It made me sick." Her voice cracked, but she reached out, fingers brushing the shaft tentatively. The size daunted her, yet the warmth pulled her in.
Yuan Ai nodded, empathy softening her gaze for a moment. "This is different. Indulge yourself. Lick it first—tease the underside." She guided Feng Rou's hand, then demonstrated again, her tongue tracing the vein from base to tip.
Emboldened, Feng Rou leaned down, her tongue darting out to lap at the head. The taste was musky, alive, nothing like the bitter demands of her past. She licked broader strokes, following Yuan Ai's lead, her lips brushing the skin as she explored. Qin Su groaned deeper, his monster pulsing under their attention.
Soon, the two women worked in tandem.
Yuan Ai sucked the head, her mouth stretching around it, while Feng Rou licked the shaft, her tongue gliding along the length, occasionally joining Yuan Ai to kiss and suck at the tip together.
Their lips met around his cock, tongues tangling over it, saliva dripping down to coat his balls. Feng Rou's reluctance melted into indulgence, moans vibrating against him as she took more into her mouth, gagging slightly at first but persisting, her hands cupping his heavy sack.
Qin Su's control frayed, his qi swirling chaotically as pleasure built. "You two... you're driving me mad," he growled, fingers threading into their hair.
The chamber echoed with wet sucks and shared gasps, the trio entangled in a web of desire that promised no easy escape.