Zhao Ling's hand trembled in Wei Chen's grasp, but her dark eyes held steady—proud royal fire cracking through sheltered innocence. The grove's shade wrapped them in privacy, ancient trees whispering overhead. Lin Xue, Su Mei, and Tigress Yu formed a loose circle, bond warmth pulsing supportive, curious.
"I've read scrolls," Zhao Ling said, voice soft but determined. "Palace tutors spoke of dual cultivation as… improper. But watching you—" her gaze flicked to Yu's glowing, satisfied form—"I felt my phoenix blood wake. Teach me. Properly."
Wei Chen pulled her closer, thumb brushing her cheek. "Lessons start with choice. Always."
She rose on toes, lips meeting his—hesitant at first, then hungry. Soft royal silk pressed against his bare chest, her untouched body trembling as phoenix qi stirred hot and tentative.
Yu growled low approval. "Little bird learns fast."
Su Mei's chains vanished fully. "We guide. Gently."
Lin Xue stepped behind Zhao Ling, cool hands on her shoulders. "Breathe with us. Feel the flow."
Wei Chen deepened the kiss, tongue teasing hers open. Zhao Ling gasped into him, hands clutching his robes. He slid palms down her sides, untying golden sashes—luxurious robes parting to reveal pale, perfect skin, untouched curves flushed pink.
She shivered as air kissed her, nipples hardening under his gaze. Wei Chen cupped her breasts gently, thumbs circling peaks until she arched with a soft cry. Phoenix qi flared brighter, answering his Yang like embers to wind.
"More," she whispered, bold now.
He lifted her effortlessly, laying her on soft grass beside Yu's discarded armor. The tigress knelt nearby, tail curling encouraging. Lin Xue and Su Mei settled on either side, hands linking with Zhao Ling's—shared flame extending warm welcome.
Wei Chen knelt between her thighs, parting silk fully. She was already slick, phoenix heat pooling eager. He teased with fingers first—slow circles over her clit, then dipping inside tight walls. Zhao Ling moaned, hips bucking instinctive.
"Wei Chen—please—"
He freed himself, thick length hot against her entrance. "Look at me. Choose."
"I choose," she breathed, legs wrapping his waist.
He pushed in slow—stretching her virgin channel inch by inch. She cried out, nails digging his shoulders, phoenix qi surging to meet his Yang. Pain flickered, then melted into pleasure as he held still, letting her adjust.
Lin Xue kissed her temple, frost qi cooling the sting. Su Mei's fingers joined his on her clit, crimson warmth building rhythm. Yu's hand covered Zhao Ling's breast, primal strength grounding.
Wei Chen thrust deeper—gentle rolls turning firm. Zhao Ling's moans rose, body opening fully, walls clenching greedy around him. Phoenix essence drank his fire, refining it into rebirth flames that surged back into his core.
"Faster," she begged, royal pride shattering into raw need.
He obliged, pounding steady, balls slapping soft against her. The grove filled with her cries—high, broken, phoenix qi exploding in golden sparks. She came hard, walls spasming, squirting hot essence that triggered his release—Yang seed flooding her womb in thick pulses.
Breakthrough hit her like lightning—nascent core igniting full golden, phoenix blood awakening true. Zhao Ling sobbed pleasure, body glowing.
Wei Chen pulled out slow, seed trickling down her thighs. She reached for him, pulling him into a messy kiss. "Again… I need—"
Yu laughed. "Greedy bird."
But distant horns blared—righteous sect signals, closer now. Jealous pursuers, perhaps Elder Huan's reinforcements, drawn by the ruin's echo and rumors of Lin Xue's "fall."
Lin Xue stood swift, frost qi sharpening. "They're coming. Fast."
Su Mei's chains reformed. "Party crashers."
Yu rose, cracking knuckles. "Let them come. My husband protects his pride."
Zhao Ling sat up, robes half-closed, new power humming. "And I fight with you."
Wei Chen pulled her close one last time, kissing fierce. "Welcome to the bond, princess."
The Heart-Anchor flared—fifth strand weaving royal phoenix gold into their flame.
But shouts echoed from the treeline—white robes flashing, swords drawn.
"Lin Xue! Traitor! Surrender the corrupted!"
The growing pride turned as one, power blazing bright.
Ready.
To be Continued
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