Three nights after the duel, a lone rider approached under a white truce flag—black jade banner tied beneath. Madam Feng herself, crimson robes flowing like blood over mature curves, raven hair unbound for the first time, framing proud beauty. No forces. No retainers. Just her, nascent soul aura veiled low, eyes burning dark promise.
Tie Lan met her at the gate, sword half-drawn. "State intent, matriarch."
Madam Feng dismounted graceful, gaze sweeping past the general to Wei Chen waiting in the courtyard—robes open at the chest, golden sun glowing warm. "Negotiations. Alone with the dragon. And his… pride."
Yu growled low from the shadows. Zhao Ling's phoenix qi flickered uneasy. But Wei Chen nodded. "Hall. All of us."
They gathered in the firelit main hall—pride seated in a loose circle on cushions, Wei Chen center. Madam Feng entered alone, robes whispering over stone, aura pressing subtle—vengeful grief mixed with something hotter, taboo.
She stopped before him, eyes tracing his brand, then the women arrayed devoted. "You awaken what should sleep. The princess—my blood debt. Yet she glows with your fire."
Zhao Ling lifted chin. "I chose awakening. No debt owed."
Madam Feng's lips curved faint—pain flashing behind pride. "Choice. Such a luxury." Her gaze returned to Wei Chen, lingering shameless. "I felt it in duel. Your Yang… it thaws what froze long ago."
Slow tension built—air thickening as her mature Yin stirred, nascent soul channels answering his endless heat. She stepped closer, crimson silk parting slight at the throat, revealing pale skin flushed faint.
"Negotiate," she said, voice velvet low. "End the feud. Take me instead."
The pride stilled. Lin Xue's frost qi sharpened curious. Su Mei's smirk widened. Yu's tail lashed interested. Tie Lan's steel eyes heated. Zhao Ling's phoenix sparks danced—jealousy mixed with understanding.
Wei Chen rose, closing distance. "Take you how?"
Madam Feng's hand rose—fingers tracing his golden sun, nascent soul power brushing his core. Contact ignited—her Yin flooding cool and deep, mature essence devouring his Yang greedy. She gasped soft, body swaying closer. "Like you take them. Break my pride. Earn my devotion… or kill the hate."
Taboo hunger cracked fully—age-gap tension, vengeful matriarch craving the dragon who warmed young beauties. Loss had frozen her; his fire promised thaw.
Wei Chen gripped her waist, pulling flush—mature curves molding against him. "Choice always."
She crushed her mouth to his—desperate, proud, tongue demanding years of denied heat. Crimson robes fell open under his hands—revealing full breasts heavy with maturity, nipples dark and peaked, waist curving to wide hips. Skin flawless from cultivation, marked only by faint grief lines.
The pride closed in slow—Lin Xue's cool hands untying final sashes, Su Mei's warmth teasing exposed thighs, Yu's primal growl nuzzling her neck, Zhao Ling's phoenix sparks kissing skin, Tie Lan's iron fingers tracing scars.
Madam Feng dropped to knees—pride parting robes fully, mouth taking Wei Chen deep with mature skill. Tongue swirled experienced, throat relaxing to swallow fully, nascent soul channels drinking Yang like fine wine. "Gods… so much fire…"
Wei Chen groaned, fingers threading raven hair, guiding slow. "Show me your surrender."
She rose, pushing him back onto cushions—straddling graceful, guiding his thick length to her dripping core. Mature walls gripped velvet-tight as she sank slow—eyes locking his, pride shattering inch by inch. "Command me… dragon…"
He thrust up hard—hands gripping full hips, setting relentless pace. Madam Feng rode fierce—breasts bouncing heavy, moans rising proud and broken. "Deeper—thaw me—fill what froze—"
The pride joined seamless—Lin Xue's frost teasing her clit, Su Mei's tongue lapping joined essence, Yu's hands kneading breasts primal rough, Zhao Ling's phoenix warmth sinking into her channels, Tie Lan's iron grip steadying rhythm.
Climax built slow-burn—Madam Feng's walls clenching nascent soul tight, body arching elegant. "Yours—matriarch yours—devoted!"
She shattered—essence exploding in mature waves, Yin flooding rich and deep. Heart-Anchor sealed—seventh strand weaving vengeful crimson into the flame, grief thawing into loyalty.
Wei Chen followed, flooding her womb thick and hot—seed triggering breakthrough, her core igniting phoenix-thorn gold.
She collapsed trembling, raven hair spilling over his chest. "The feud… ends. My forces… yours."
The pride embraced her—kisses shared, cycle deepening slow. Taboo tension resolved into devotion.
But outside, distant qi stirred—holy church bells tolling far east. Purity enforcers, drawn by rumors of fallen saintesses.
A new shadow approached.
To be Continued
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