Chapter 248: Bonds Forged in Thunder and Flame

In the heart of the Elven Queendom, a quaint wooden house perched atop a towering tree. Below, a serene lake sprawled, where gentle forest creatures drank and bathed in blissful harmony. The Elves, ever entwined with nature, had crafted their Queendom within a vast, vibrant forest, its fresh and soothing air indescribable.

Yan Yue Qi leaned against the balcony, gazing over Elf Island, a flicker of nostalgia in her eyes. Strong arms encircled her slender waist from behind. Lan An pressed a tender kiss to her sensitive earlobe, his warm breath whispering, "Your bond with the Elven Queendom runs deeper than I thought."

Yan Yue Qi's lips curved, her voice soft with gratitude. "The Elf Queen and her people saved my life."

Lan An's heart skipped, stunned. He'd assumed her connection to the Queendom stemmed from stumbling upon it and drinking the Life Spirit Water, birthing Tình'er. To learn it involved her survival was unexpected. "Can you tell me more?" he asked, his tone grave.

Yan Yue Qi brushed her hair gently, her voice softening. "I clashed with a formidable foe in the Sea Continent—Top 8 on the Golden Rank, Bach Hieu Sinh, son of the Hundred Spirits Academy's Headmaster. Back then, I barely escaped. Now? Hmph, I'd end him in a few breaths."

Lan An's face darkened. He recalled Bach Hieu Sinh, Late Void Refinement, ranked 8th on the Golden Rank. His background wasn't detailed in records, but being the Headmaster's son made him formidable. "Why did you fight him?" Lan An pressed.

"He challenged me, coveting my Golden Crow False Flame. We were evenly matched, but I was ambushed during a lapse. Master was in critical seclusion, so I didn't disturb her and fled to Elf Island," Yan Yue Qi recounted, her lips curling in disdain.

Bach Hieu Sinh wielded three Spirit Roots, slightly stronger than her then, but not enough to wound her. The ambusher, a cloaked figure of significant strength, struck when she was vulnerable. Now, Yan Yue Qi was confident she could crush both if they met again. Her rapid growth, thanks to Lan An, melted her heart. She leaned into his chest, warmth spreading within.

Lan An held her close, chiding, "You, accepting challenges from every stray dog? That was reckless."

She giggled. "The Saint Spirit Academy ranked last in the Four Academies' Contest. I wanted to reclaim our honor." Her impulsiveness had been her downfall, especially since no one expected Bach Hieu Sinh's dishonorable tactics. She suspected the ambusher was from the Hundred Spirits Academy.

Lan An fell silent, fury igniting within. Bach Hieu Sinh now topped his kill list. "Everyone makes mistakes," Yan Yue Qi said proudly, her battle spirit flaring, though a hint of contrition laced her tone.

"Big chest, no brains," Lan An teased, then grew serious. "No more recklessness like that—or charging into the Luo Clan alone. What if they had a hidden trump card? Losing a single hair of yours would kill me."

The Luo Clan, ancient and vast, could harbor terrifying secrets. Yan Yue Qi huffed, crossing her arms haughtily. "The Luo and Yan Clans have old grudges. I just found them irritating, not for you."

"I didn't say you stormed the Luo Clan for me. Why explain?" Lan An teased, chuckling. The clans were distant; their conflicts minor. Her actions were clearly for him, though she'd never admit it.

Caught out, Yan Yue Qi's cheeks flushed. She spun, glaring, and pushed him playfully. "Who said you could hug me? Back to your room!"

The Elves had prepared two rooms, but Lan An had lingered in hers, refusing to leave. He grinned—she was like a child sometimes, her Clan Leader's poise vanishing before him.

"Yue Qi, look," he said mysteriously. With a thought, a scepter appeared, crackling with thunder.

Yan Yue Qi's eyes lit up, a familiar sensation flooding her. The scepter, still bearing her imprint, buzzed excitedly, its three-colored lightning flashing. It flew to her hand. "Its grade? True-Grade?" she asked, stroking it, her voice trembling with awe. Its transformation exceeded her expectations, joy sparkling in her eyes.

Lan An smiled, her delight making every hardship worthwhile. Infusing the Three-Colored Thunder Tribulation had elevated the Thunder Scepter to True-Grade. "Three-Colored Thunder? Where'd you get it?" Yan Yue Qi asked, puzzled.

"Eye of the Heavenly Dao," Lan An replied softly, four words heavy with meaning.

Her body quaked, tears glistening in her eyes. She knew the gravity of his revelation—if exposed, he'd become Viet Dragon Star's prime target. Sharing such a secret, even risking the Three-Colored Thunder for her scepter, showed his devotion. No woman could remain unmoved. Her lips trembled, and she pressed herself into his chest, tossing the scepter aside. This man was her true treasure.

"Name it," Lan An said, their hearts beating as one.

Without hesitation, she declared, "Thunder Emperor Scepter. Only this name suits it." In her heart, she added, Because you gave it to me, and you're my Emperor.

"Perfect name. Only the Thunder Emperor Scepter suits you," Lan An praised, nodding.

As she recalled the scepter, Yan Yue Qi gazed at him, her long lashes fluttering, eyes half-closed. "Little Junior Brother, bathe your Senior Sister. I'm weary from the Sea Continent."

Lan An's blood surged. Scooping her up, he strode inside. She wrapped her arms around his neck, compliant. The room, spacious for an Elf dwelling, featured a small, cool pool fed by a spring flowing through the tree—a marvel of Elven architecture.

Without a word, Lan An's Golden Crow False Flame flared, burning away his clothes. Yan Yue Qi, simpler, dismissed her White Tiger Battle Robe, a Heavenly-Grade garment, with a thought. Only a red yem covered her ample chest, a tiny undergarment shielding her lower body. Her long, glossy legs clamped around his waist.

"Senior Sister, look," Lan An grinned wickedly, revealing two pieces of provocative lingerie to her curious gaze.

"Barely in the West Sea Continent and already picking up bad habits," she scolded, raising her arms to tie her hair, exposing her jade neck and fiery wisps, irresistibly alluring.

In his hands was a peach-red bikini set, a gift from Ai Xin, its T-shaped thong daringly sensual. "Let me dress you. You'll look stunning," Lan An said, taking her delicate hand, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Hmph, Senior Sister's curious to try," Yan Yue Qi huffed, turning her back to him.

Her flawless back, a perfect S-curve, and pert hips drove Lan An wild. Breathing deeply, he untied her yem, her full breasts springing free, dazzling him. Gritting his teeth, he kept only the thong, unwilling to cage her perfect chest again.

Steadying himself, he slid down her damp undergarment. She lifted her legs obediently, letting him slip on the thin, silken thong. Even her bold nature couldn't hide a blush—the fabric barely covered her, clinging to her mound, her full hips and pink folds exposed, the thin strip nestling into her crevice, tickling her.

"Darling, you're killing me," Lan An murmured, entranced.

Yan Yue Qi stood bare, her red hair tied high, her unbound chest proud, her long legs paired with the T-thong, a hint of red curls peeking through the silk—a scene to die for. Lan An wished to freeze this moment, fearing to disrupt its erotic beauty.

Her skin prickled under his gaze. Diving into the pool, she snapped, "Get in here!"

Smirking at her pride, Lan An's arousal surged. He leapt in, embracing her flawless form, his hands gliding over her skin. "Senior Sister, let me bathe you," he murmured.

Turning her to face him, their eyes locked. Words unnecessary, their lips met. Lan An savored her sweet lips, the world's finest delicacy. Their tongues entwined, her nectar filling his mouth. His hands roamed, gently scrubbing every inch, truly bathing her.

Yan Yue Qi's heart swelled, reveling in his tender care. Nothing else mattered. Her slender hand slid down, expertly stroking his shaft. "Tend to it well. I'll handle the rest," Lan An said, releasing her lips. His tongue traced her neck, meticulously tasting her skin, leaving it flushed.

"Mm, suck harder!" she moaned as he took a hardened nipple, his other hand kneading her breast. She reciprocated, teasing his sensitive spots, her other hand exploring his muscled frame, enthralled by his strength.

Two souls, shy yet ardent, poured their all into each other. Beneath the cool water, their heat soared. When his shaft parted her thong and thrust inside, their spirits and bodies reached ecstasy.

"Oh, I'm in bliss," Yan Yue Qi shuddered, leaning against the pool's edge, her lower body arching to meet his thrusts. Lan An, lost in her tight warmth, clamped her legs together, each thrust maximizing friction.

The water rippled with sensual sounds, her T-thong fueling his desire. After gentle initial thrusts, he quickened, the slaps echoing. "Nguyet Ky, you're so tight, I'm in heaven. I love you," he groaned, her bouncing chest filling him with conquest.

Her eyes half-closed, she gripped his waist, moaning, "Me or Meng Ying, who feels better?"

Lan An nearly faltered, thrusting harder, his tip hitting her core. Pinching her nipples, he growled, "Both are heavenly. You're all my treasures, no comparisons."

He thrust with abandon, then lifted her, her legs wrapping his waist, pounding upward. "Too deep! Trying to kill me? I just asked," she cried, gasping as he drove powerfully, as if pushing his entirety inside.

"Hmph, still no baby?" he teased, smacking her hips, her tightness making him pant.

"Cultivators conceive rarely. With our long lives, easy births would overcrowd the Star," she moaned, her voice intoxicating. "It's deeper now!"

"I'll make you swell with child," Lan An vowed. Her experience birthing Hong Lian and Tình'er made her ideal. "I want your child, but it's fate's call. Don't slow down—harder, like before," she urged, dissatisfied with his gentler pace.

Her willingness to bear his child, despite her pride, warmed his heart. Her love was clear. "Let's switch," he said, carrying her to the Palace Tree's peak. She bent forward, her glistening folds exposed.

From behind, he gripped her hips, thrusting into her familiar warmth. Each thrust slapped her flesh, his hands spanking until it reddened. "Oh, I'm dying of pleasure! Shoot, I'm close," she screamed, tears of joy streaming.

Her inner walls clenched, crushing his shaft. "Call me husband, and I'll finish with you," he teased, sensing her daze. "Hmph, beat me first," she panted, her body trembling with impending release, yet holding her pride. Softly, she added, "When you defeat me, I'll obey all. That day's near. Thrust harder, make our child!"

His eyes blazed with joy. Though she didn't say "husband," her love was unmistakable. Roaring, he pounded relentlessly, their climax erupting. His essence flooded her, mingling with her release in a torrid mix.

"Divine," she sighed, collapsing onto a cloud, her thong soaked, her allure unmatched. Lan An held his beloved tightly, whispering, "I'll defeat you honorably, marry you into my harem. I love you."

"And Lian'er, Tình'er?" she teased, lifting her head.

"All three of you," he declared firmly.

Her smile bloomed like a hundred flowers, her gaze adoring. "First, I permit you to wed Third Junior Sister. Your strength's enough," she whispered, her breath like orchids.