Chapter 4 : Lin Xue [R-18]

As Yun Tian drove deeper and deeper into Lin Xue's yin core, every single thrust delivered was the deliberate crashing forth of his yang essence. The heavy aroma of their coupling being completely surrounded the air in the meditation pavilion: a thick, intoxicating medley of sweat, lust, and that very slight sheen of spiritual energy that swirled about them. Her tightly confining velvety walls seized and clamped him down. The tight grip was anything but gentle, knee-deep into His Dragon's thrusts into her sacred flower. The sound of wet, slapping that echoed between them, that obscene symphony of flesh against flesh, continually played well with the desperate, deep moans escaping from her throat.

"F*ck... Sect Master... your dragon's splitting my slutty little pussy apart!" Lin Xue Shrieked in ragged sexual melody. Both her mind and her body received crimson trails due to the noise coming from the outside as the nails raked down his back. Really, at that moment, she was giving herself to the unholy a feeling of intense pleasure of their joint cultivation.

Her pure yin constitution sound loudly its announcing fire, sending radiant beating waves from her yin core, educating his yang energy like a furnace stoking up an inferno. With every thrust, waves of qi charged through their flooded meridians as the two bodies locked into each other's primal dance of power and pleasure.

Yun Tian grinned as he stood between her thighs, gripping her legs and slamming her down on his shaft as he was wholly unyielding about it — like a wild animal who has just caught its prey. "Aren't you enjoying this, my dirty little yin slut? Your greedy wet cunt is sucking all of me and begging for every drop of my essence!" His voice was a low growl all dripping in dominance as he pounded deep into her soaking folds. The slick of her juices cocooned his cock as they dripped down her thighs to pool below where she lay on the sheets. Her pussy turned into a furnace and melted down all the way into him, into an abyss of need that engulfed him whole, and he was loving it.

Lin Xue's head rolled back, her long black hair splayed across the bed like spilled ink, her mouth gaping as she screamed his name. "Yes! Oh, f*ck, yes—Sect Master, ram that massive yang rod into my filthy yin hole! I'm your shameless cultivation whore—fill me, break me, make me yours!" Her words were a torrent of depravity, each syllable dripping with the uninhibited lust of a woman unmade by pleasure. Her breasts bounced wildly with each thrust, the rosy peaks of her nipples stiff and aching as they grazed his chest.

He bent down and took one of those pert little pieces into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make her gasp with joy. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive flesh, teeth grazing just enough to rip jolts of electric pleasure racing through her. "Your tits are fucking perfect, Lin Xue—ripe little yin fruits that are begging to be devoured," he rasped while releasing her nipple with a wet pop and going for the other one. Her moans grew into a feral wail, body arching off the bed tighter against him, desperate for more.

Their energies were entangled, a spiraling vortex of yin and yang that pulsed with each filthy contact of their bodies. Yun Tian could feel her cultivation being assailed as the qi blossomed under merciless thrusts of his cock. Shifted his angle, driving deeper as the head of his swollen dragon battered against the tender gate of her womb. "Suck it up, needy little bitch; feel my yang flood your insides. I'm gonna pump so much essences into you that you'd probably drip power for days!"

"I can't hold back my lust any longer! Now breed my sultry womb, Sect Master! Drown me in your yang cum!" The voice of Lin Xue was half-breaking from frantic begging while wrapping her legs around the waist of her lover to pull him deeper inside. Her growing orgasmic spasms unleashed streams of slick warmth all around him. The sensation was intoxicating, as her tight walls gripped him with every pulse of her spasming body. She was a sinful vision-cheeks flushed, lusty haze over her eyes, her lips parted and panting, begging for more.

His hands moved under her bottom, lifting her hips to meet his barbaric thrusts. Digging his fingers into the soft flesh and plump cheeks, he hammered into her nonstop. "My perfect little plaything," Lin Xue breathed as she spoke. "my juicy yin was made for this. Just to be fucked raw by your Sect Master!" With every plunge, he felt his heavy balls slapping against her; her weight was driving him mad, a molten tide in his loins interspersed with flashes of their cultivation energies.

She clawed at the sheets as her body was shaken with the first jolt of climax. "I am cumming—oh fuck, I am cumming on your huge dragon, Sect Master! Don't stop—wreck my filthy pussy!" She screamed like an animal, her very essence squeezing down on him like a shining vice and exploding. Hot fluid came out from sacred flower, soaking his cock and thighs under a torrent of lewd release. Her yin essence exploded in a shining tide mingling with his yang, raising their cultivation to the highest possible levels.

Yun Tian, however, was not yet through. He snarled, spinning her around onto her stomach in a swift, decisive motion. "Kneel before me, you insatiable little slut; let me see that dripping yin hole!" Obeying instantly, Lin Xue got on all fours, her bottom raised high in the air. Between those bent thighs, her swollen and shining sex peeked out, eerily blood-red and ruined from his crane-toppling, infinite pounding while still quivering with need. She grinded her hips with an indecent invitation and moaned, "F*ck me harder, Sect Master! Use that divine cock on me!"

Without hesitation, he seized her hips and sank back into her with a thrust so violent it pulled a scream from her lips into the sheets. "You like it hard, you dirty little yin bitch? I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk—until your pussy has my shape branded right on it!" His rhythm had now turned brutal, a merciless back and forth grinding that hurled her to the front with each embrace. Her ass was left bouncing with each hit, following the loud disgusting sound of skin against skin that filled the pavilion! he reached forward. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to arch as he claimed her completely.

"take it all, Lin Xue every fucking inch of your Sect Master's dragon! You're mine now, my personal cultivation slut!" The words flowed out like a guttural roar and were each time accompanied by a thrust that rocked her to the core. Her incoherent moans turned into a babble of nothingness, peppered with "Yes-fuck-more-please!" before she surrendered completely. For the second time, her orgasm hit her like a tsunami, this time gushing waters from within her, in torrents of slickness landed on the bed and coated his thighs. Her yin essence flared with brighter radiance, a shining pulse that fed his own power and pushed him to within an inch of exploding.

Yun Tian's last shred of reason snapped. With that final brutal thrust, he buried himself deep into her, his cock pulsating in release. "Here it comes, you greedy little whore—take my yang seed!" Hot, thick ropes of cum exploded out of him, bathing her womb in scorching heat. One pulse was pure unbridled energy, his yang essence filling her yin core and sealing their dual cultivation in an earth-shaking climax. Lin Xue's wail rang through the air as her body spasmed, feeling his hot cum inside her as the two forces fused together in a dazzling flare.

He kept her there, their bodies cemented together as the aftershocks rolled through them. Her sex milked him of every last drop, her walls vibrating around his own spent cock as she crumpled beneath him and gasped and twitched. Yun Tian wheezed, his chest heaving, withdrawing slowly so that a thick string of their mingling fluid connected them briefly before snapping. He was satisfied to see the cum dripping from her defiled pussy, pooling on the sheets beneath her from the remnants of their debauchery.

Lin Xue turned her head. Half-lidded eyes-drenched in exhaustion and bliss. "Sect Master... that was... wonderful. My cultivation is now soaring." Hoarsely, almost just a whisper, but the awe in it was so very evident. She could feel it coursing through her meridians, her yin essence refined and amplified by his yang.

Yun Tian smiled. "Don't give it thoughts, Lin Xue. This is just the beginning; it is already attuned with your body to mine. Rest. Tomorrow, we will go beyond this." His tone bored with a promise, dark and full of meanings, as he settled beside her, their energies still humming in harmony. 

It grew quiet in the pavilion, except for their slowing breaths and the faint ripple of the pond. Beneath that silence, however, the air crackled with all the unspoken evidence of two cultivators to flesh and power, their journey into the depths of dual cultivation now barely igniting.