The hillside fell quiet after Tigress Yu's kiss, the primal roar of her tribe fading to eager murmurs. Wei Chen's lips still tingled from the fierce claim—her fangs grazing, her tongue hot and demanding. Yu pulled back slowly, golden eyes glowing with raw hunger, powerful body pressed flush against his. Her tail curled around his leg possessive, bronze skin warm under cracked armor.
"Truce," she rumbled, voice husky. "But I want more than words. Heart-Anchor. Earn it in beast way."
Wei Chen's hands stayed on her hips, Yang fire flaring warm between them. "Show me your way."
Lin Xue stepped closer, frost qi brushing Yu's arm in calm greeting. "Consent clear. Bond only if chosen."
Su Mei's smirk widened, chains vanishing. "Make it good, tiger. He's addictive."
Yu's tribe circled loosely, giving space but watching proud. Imperial soldiers shifted uneasy, Zhao Ling's carriage door half-open as the princess stared, cheeks flushed deep crimson.
Yu grabbed Wei Chen's hand, pulling him toward a nearby grove—ancient trees thick enough for privacy, grass soft underfoot. Lin Xue and Su Mei followed without question, bond warmth guiding them.
Inside the grove's shade, Yu turned on him again—pushing him against a wide trunk, mouth claiming his in another searing kiss. Her claws shredded his torn robes easily, bronze hands roaming his chest, tracing the golden sun brand with reverent growls. "This fire… mine now."
Wei Chen returned the hunger, hands sliding under her leather armor, palms meeting hot skin. He unbuckled straps with practiced ease, armor falling away to reveal powerful curves—muscles honed by wild life, skin marked with tribal scars that glowed faint under his touch. His Yang poured through fingertips, sinking into her beast core.
Yu shuddered, tail tightening around his waist. "Gods… it burns perfect."
She dropped to her knees suddenly, claws careful as she freed him—thick length springing hot and ready. Her golden eyes locked on his as she took him deep, mouth scorching, tongue rough in primal ways. Wei Chen groaned, fingers threading her auburn hair, hips rocking slow. Beast essence flooded back—wild strength refining his fire, making it roar higher.
Lin Xue pressed to his side, cool lips on his neck, frost qi teasing nerves. "Share with her," she murmured, hand joining Yu's rhythm.
Su Mei knelt behind Yu, hands roaming the tigress's back, crimson warmth encouraging. "Let him fill you, tiger. Feel the bond snap tight."
Yu rose with a growl, pushing Wei Chen down onto the grass. She straddled him, guiding his length to her dripping heat—sinking slow, walls gripping fierce and primal. They both cried out as connection hit—Yang flooding her beast channels, her feral essence devouring and refining it greedily.
She rode him hard, powerful hips slamming down, breasts bouncing with each thrust. Wei Chen met her pace, hands gripping her thighs, fire surging deeper. "Take it all," he rasped. "Choose this."
"Yes," Yu roared, claws digging earth beside his head. "I choose—husband!"
The Heart-Anchor sealed with her words—golden rope flaring bright between them, primal earth weaving into their shared flame. Her climax hit like thunder—body arching, walls spasming wild as beast essence exploded outward. Wei Chen followed, spilling deep in hot waves, Yang seed triggering her breakthrough—primal core igniting gold.
They trembled together, Yu collapsing onto his chest, tail curling possessive. The new bond pulsed strong—fourth strand in their rope, earth and feral strength grounding everything.
Lin Xue and Su Mei joined, hands linking over Yu's back. Shared cycle steadied them all—power settling richer.
Yu lifted her head, grinning fierce. "Husband loud now. Tribe hears."
Wei Chen laughed breathless. "Get used to it."
But outside the grove, footsteps approached—light, hesitant. Zhao Ling stepped into view, robes clutched tight, dark eyes wide and burning. She had watched—hidden at first, then unable to look away.
"I… demand answers," she said, voice trembling but proud. "What you do… what I felt watching… it's not proper. But I…" Her phoenix blood stirred visibly, aura flickering hot. "Teach me."
Yu rose lazily, still naked and glowing, tail swishing. "Little princess wants fire too?"
Zhao Ling's cheeks flamed, but she didn't retreat. Eyes locked on Wei Chen—curiosity cracking into open desire.
The bond warmed, sensing new possibility.
Wei Chen stood, pulling robes closed with a roguish grin. "Answers come with choices, princess."
Her hand reached out, trembling. "Then I choose to learn."
To be Continued
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