Chapter 238: Passion Forged in Flame and Sand

"Gifts for me?" Ai Xin's eyes sparkled with suspicion, recalling Lan An's promise of clothing after their deal. He hadn't gone back on his word.

Lan An settled on the shore of the Joyful Sea, watching the voluptuous beauty in her pink bikini approach, her chest bouncing with each step, endlessly enticing. Yu Qing's ethereal song echoed through the air, near yet distant, enchanting beyond measure.

"Where's my clothing?" Ai Xin sat beside him, extending her soft, pale hand.

"Still worried about fighting for favor?" Lan An teased, slipping an arm around her smooth, slender waist.

Ai Xin pouted but didn't reply. Meeting his wives had clarified one thing: Lan An's standards were sky-high, his women elite among elites. Such women wouldn't stoop to petty schemes for affection. Observing their palaces, she noted their potent auras, their time devoted to cultivation, not rivalry. Her fears eased considerably.

"What's so special about you? Why do so many sisters, even a Golden Ranking fairy, follow you willingly?" Ai Xin asked, curiosity burning.

"Why are you following me?" Lan An countered, winking.

"I was sold, okay?" Ai Xin huffed, cheeks puffing out. Her grandfather, father, and clan elders practically begged to marry her off to him, wounding her pride.

Lan An chuckled, lifting her onto his lap, feeling her soft rear press against him. Pinching her delicate nose, he grinned. "Why would your grandfather and father sell their precious treasure to me?"

"Because you're too generous, making them grin ear to ear," Ai Xin grumbled, pouting.

Lan An shook his head, lifting her chin to meet her eyes, catching the shy affection within. "It's because they sensed my sincerity, trusting I'll bring you happiness."

Ai Xin's heart melted, though she feigned defiance. "They're not love sages. How could they know if you're genuine or a fraud?"

Lan An laughed. Despite being older, Ai Xin's innocence was endearing, a product of her sheltered life. "They're seasoned foxes. They can spot true feelings at a glance. Only you, my naïve darling, don't see it."

Ai Xin huffed, burying her face in his chiseled chest, their skin pressed close. "Fine, I'll trust them once and give you a chance to be my man."

"I'll cherish it," Lan An vowed, stroking her silken skin.

"Then hurry up and act like a man," Ai Xin teased, tracing circles on his chest, playfully pinching his nipple.

Lan An's body tingled. Lifting her face, he laughed. "Worried I need lessons? A husband of over twenty wives?"

Ai Xin pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, her arms coiling around his neck like a serpent, her breath warm. "Silly, Western women like me, once we choose someone, show our most passionate side."

With such an invitation, how could Lan An hesitate? He laid her on the white sand, softer than her flawless skin. Ai Xin's eyes fluttered shut, her lips parted, exhaling a bewitching fragrance.

Unable to resist, Lan An kissed her deeply.

"Mmm…" Ai Xin moaned softly, her lips locked by his fiery kiss, her heart racing.

Lan An savored her sweet lips, treating them like a treasure, their taste a blend of youthful purity and nectar. Pressing against her soft form, his hands roamed her thighs.

Her body flushed pink, and she parted her lips, offering her tongue, her passion blazing. Lan An eagerly entwined with it, lost in her intoxicating flavor, their tongues dancing in a fervent waltz.

"Mm, so this is kissing…" Ai Xin's voice echoed through their link, her lashes trembling as his tongue bewitched her, craving deeper exploration.

"Your lips are mine," she purred, spurring Lan An to claim her mouth further, their saliva mingling in blissful harmony.

Their hands explored each other's bodies, every curve caressed, entwined on the beach. Ai Xin tugged at his undergarment, annoyed. "So cumbersome." A spark of flame incinerated it.

His hardened length fell into her soft grasp. Lan An inhaled sharply, sucking her tongue fiercely before pulling back, stunned. "Tâm'er, no shame?"

"Hmph, I'm letting you have me. What's there to be shy about?" Ai Xin shot him a coy glance, her hand instinctively stroking him.

"Caress it gently," Lan An guided, chuckling at her inexperience.

Ai Xin quickly mastered the motion, his shaft swelling in her hand, making him sigh in pleasure. "It's so big. Will it fit?" she asked, eyeing the robust tip with concern.

"Women are miraculous. If they can birth children, this is nothing," Lan An laughed, deftly unhooked her pink bra.

Her full breasts sprang free, captivating him. Perfectly white, brimming with vitality, they seemed to hold an endless wellspring. Not overly large, they were adorned with rosy, crystal-like tips.

He teased a nipple, feeling its firmness. "Oh, it tickles!" Ai Xin giggled, swatting him playfully, amused by his childlike mischief.

Lan An eagerly took one into his mouth, its sweet aroma flooding his senses. His tongue flicked relentlessly, suckling like a babe. He alternated sides, molding the other with his hand.

"Oh… so good… keep going…" Ai Xin writhed on the sand, arching to offer more, her hand still tending to his length.

"Your breasts are perfect," Lan An praised, releasing them, now glistening and slightly swollen.

Ai Xin smiled sweetly, proud of her assets. "Mother said the next step is to take you inside me," she whispered, her lower regions slick with desire.

"Wait, I want our first time to be unique," Lan An said, a mischievous glint in his eye, whispering into her ear.

Her face flushed crimson. "Pervert, you thought of that?"

Grinning, he hugged her tightly, pleading, "Come on, darling. Our first time should stand out."

"Fine, you win," Ai Xin sighed, standing up.

With a thought, a blazing artificing furnace appeared, heating the air. She placed a metal ingot on it, hammering with focus, shaping it.

Clang! Clang!

Lan An's nose nearly bled. A fairy-like beauty, clad only in pink panties, her bare body glistening, crafted a weapon on the beach. Each hammer strike made her breasts bounce, her nipples dancing, irresistibly provocative.

Unable to hold back, he embraced her from behind, parting her legs and teasing the slit beneath her panties. "Oh… I'm done for…" Ai Xin trembled, her hammer steady despite the distraction.

"Focus on your craft. Your husband will serve you," Lan An murmured, licking from her neck down her spine to her panties.

"Mmm…" Ai Xin bit her lip, focusing on the weapon taking shape.

Clang! Clang!

Her hammering remained steady. Lan An inhaled her virgin scent, damp with desire, licking the fabric over her slit. "Ah, that's dirty!" she squealed, nearly dropping the hammer.

"Concentrate!" he chuckled, smacking her rear.

Ai Xin's body tingled, her eyes blazing as her hammering quickened. "This… isn't bad," she thought.

Lan An continued, pulling her panties aside to reveal her pink, tight slit, dripping wet. "Too cumbersome. Burn it," Ai Xin urged, her body quivering, her hammer weakening.

"Focus, darling. I've got you," Lan An said, incinerating her panties. Her full rear, free at last, pressed against his face, still pink from earlier spanks.

He parted her cheeks, revealing her glistening slit and delicate rear entrance, a vision of eternal paradise. Her sparse golden hair added to the allure.

"Oh… so good…" His tongue traced from her slit to her rear, making Ai Xin scream, her body shaking, the hammer slipping.

Lan An retrieved it, squeezing her breasts, noting the nearly finished Mysterious-grade weapon. "Good girl, finish it. I'll reward you."

"You're making me feel too good to focus!" she huffed, glaring.

"It's a test. Crafting under my teasing will elevate your skills," he said, feigning seriousness, caressing her rear.

"Believe you? Hmph, but I don't hate it," she giggled, resuming her work.

Lan An held her waist, kneading her breasts, his shaft rubbing between her cheeks. Ai Xin turned, offering her tongue, kissing him as she hammered, her focus strained but exhilarating.

His shaft, unsatisfied, sought its primal home. "Indulge it," Ai Xin purred through their link, her slit aching.

Clang! Clang!

She parted her legs, angling her hips back. Lan An aligned himself, easing into her tight entrance.

"Hnng…" Both sighed in pleasure as he entered halfway, her body trembling. He steadied her to continue crafting.

Her tightness resisted, but she urged, "Push hard, I can take it!"

Adding materials, she hammered fiercely. Lan An thrust fully, his shaft buried deep, touching her core.

"Ohh… I'm done for…" Ai Xin's eyes teared, panting, clutching the furnace to stay upright, blood trickling down her thigh.

Lan An supported her, letting her adjust, his hands on her waist. She resumed hammering, his presence within her grounding.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

After a time, a long spear took shape. Feeling her growing desire, Lan An moved gently. Ai Xin moaned, goosebumps rising.

He gripped her waist, thrusting in rhythm with her hammer strikes, their heartbeats syncing. "So good…" Ai Xin pushed back, her breasts swaying.

Pleasure overwhelmed them, Lan An thrusting faster. "Hnn… you're killing me… so good… I'm floating…" Ai Xin panted, her hammering quickening, more precise.

The Mysterious-grade spear neared completion. Her inner walls clenched, drawing him in. "Harder, make me yours!" she cried, her final strikes frantic.

Lan An surged, thrusting rapidly. Clang! Clang! Clang! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

Her walls tightened, a warm flood surging. "I'm coming!" Lan An roared, releasing a torrent inside her.

"Oh… so deep… so hot… I'm lost…" Ai Xin sobbed in ecstasy, her final hammer strike landing as she collapsed into him.

He held her close, kissing her deeply, their bodies entwined on the sand, savoring the afterglow.

Above the furnace, a black-and-white spear gleamed, inscribed with shaky characters: Husband and Wife Spear.

After a while, Lan An parted from her lips, stroking her disheveled hair, teasing, "How was it?"

Ai Xin nuzzled his chest, nibbling his nipple, giggling. "I'm hooked. From now on, I'll only craft with you by my side."