Dawn broke with holy trumpets—church enforcers advancing in perfect ranks, white-gold armor gleaming, purification arrays blooming like divine lotuses across the valley. The high inquisitor led, staff raised high, nascent soul light qi pressing heavy judgment. "Purge the fallen saintess! Cleanse the corruption!"
Wei Chen's pride stood unbreakable on the walls—eight strands blazing bright. Holy Maiden Xi at his side now, white robes torn open from the night's devotion, golden hair wild, fallen halo glowing fierce around her head. Her eyes burned shy no longer—devoted fire replacing purity vows.
"They come for me," she whispered, hand clutching Wei Chen's. "But I fight with you."
He pulled her close mid-chaos—arrows of light raining down, clanging against Tie Lan's iron wards. "Show them your new light."
Xi moaned soft as he kissed her fierce—tongue claiming, Yang pouring hot into her holy channels. She returned desperate, slender body pressing flush, walls still slick from earlier seed. His hand slid under her robes—fingers plunging deep into her tight heat, pumping fast while thumb ground her clit.
"Dragon—yes—" she gasped, halo exploding in forbidden sparks. Holy qi surged twisted—pure light turning shameless flame. Climax hit her quick—walls spasming devoted, squirting sacred essence that triggered light arts once forbidden: golden chains lashing outward, binding enforcers mid-charge, dragging them crashing.
Wei Chen followed, spilling over her thighs in thick ropes—seed empowering her further, halo reforming as weaponized devotion.
The inquisitor roared, staff beaming suppression. Xi's chains faltered.
Su Mei's crimson links reinforced them—demonic corrosion eating holy beams. But a light lance grazed her side, drawing blood. She hissed, dodging—then Wei Chen spun her into his arms, lifting her leg to thrust deep into scorching heat from behind.
"Burn with me," he growled, pounding savage—balls slapping wet. Su Mei pushed back eager, walls milking greedy. "Fuck the light out of them—"
Her climax exploded—squirting hot, crimson chains whipping wild to crush armor ranks. Wei Chen flooded her depths, power surge letting her corrosion spread like plague across the field.
Lin Xue froze a wave of enforcers solid, but purification fire cracked her ice. Wei Chen pulled her against the battlement—pinning front, driving into cool channel hard. "Melt only for me."
She cried out, legs wrapping tight—walls clenching frozen spasms. "Always—fill me—husband—"
He reached around, fingers circling clit until she shattered—ice-flame wave flash-freezing holy arrays. Seed scorched deep, bond flaring brighter.
Yu roared as claws clashed with sanctified shields—light burning fur. She tackled Wei Chen next mid-fight—bending over crenelations, ass presented primal. "Breed strength!"
He slammed home brutal—beast channel gripping feral. Yu howled, pushing back savage. "Deeper—mate me—"
Climax hit thunderous—walls spasming wild, earth qi shaking walls to topple enforcers below. Wei Chen filled her deep, primal breakthrough roaring gold.
Zhao Ling's phoenix wings shielded a flank, but holy chains bound her mid-air. She fell—Wei Chen catching, impaling her light body on his length mid-crouch. "Rebirth with me."
She rode desperate—walls fluttering hot, phoenix essence exploding rebirth flames that burned chains away. "Yours—always—"
Her squirting climax triggered golden firestorm—incinerating a squad. Seed flooded her womb, awakening deeper.
Tie Lan's iron sword held the gate, but staff beam cracked her guard. She staggered—Wei Chen pinning her against stone, thrusting into iron ass relentless. "Obey the fire."
She gasped rigid—walls clenching command-tight. "Yes—dragon—command—"
Climax exploded disciplined—iron essence forging shields unbreakable. Seed filled her bowels, loyalty steel-gold.
Madam Feng's thorn phoenix lashed vengeful—mature power turning enforcers to ash. But inquisitor's light pierced her side. She turned hungry—pulling Wei Chen into fierce kiss, guiding him into velvet core. "Thaw me again—"
He pounded proud—hands kneading full breasts. Madam Feng rode elegant—moans mature and broken. "Deeper—devoted—"
Climax built slow-burn—walls clenching nascent tight, essence flooding rich. Seed triggered phoenix-thorn gold, thorns exploding to impale ranks.
Xi unleashed last—fallen devotion peaking. She floated above walls, halo weaponized—holy arts twisted shameless: light chains binding inquisitor, dragging him close.
Wei Chen met him mid-air—fan slam of eight-strand flame roaring ultimate. Inquisitor's staff shattered, light qi crumbling under combined power.
"Forbidden!" he screamed, falling purified instead—burned clean of hypocrisy, alive but broken.
Enforcers routed—retreating in holy panic.
The pride collapsed together on the walls—bodies entangled, seed and essence glistening, bond humming eternal.
Xi nuzzled Wei Chen devoted. "True light… is this."
But distant signals flared—twin shadows slipping through chaos. Assassins. Slave chains broken in the fight.
New eyes watched the pride.
Hungry.
To be Continued
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