She didn't wait for his answer. Instead, her lips descended once more, her curiosity and desire overriding all else. Wuying's movements were more assured this time, her tongue tracing deliberate paths as though memorizing him. She wanted to taste it again—the strange, intoxicating elixir that lingered on her tongue. Her mind drifted briefly to fragmented memories of hushed conversations with Xuefeng's mother during her youth, the only semblance of guidance she'd ever received about intimacy. But now, none of that mattered. Her focus was singular, primal, and resolute: to please him and unravel the mystery of her own hunger.
Xuefeng watched her, dumbstruck. She had initiated this on her own, her determination as surprising as it was arousing. Her newfound confidence was palpable, her skill honed with each movement, and it ignited waves of pleasure that made it impossible for him to think straight.
And then Ling's voice broke through his haze.
She's realized your essence is extraordinary nourishment, Ling commented, her tone matter-of-fact, devoid of judgment.
What? Xuefeng tried to focus, his hands instinctively resting on Wuying's head, guiding her rhythm. His mind splintered between the sensations coursing through his body and Ling's calm, almost clinical observations.
Your entire body has absorbed remnants of my Fate Qi. It flows through every part of you now. Even your essence—your 'seeds'—carry traces of it. If you want, I can direct this energy into her, aiding her cultivation. It could help her achieve a breakthrough, but it requires precision. You'll need to deliver it straight to her core.
Her explanation was as surreal as it was intriguing.
"Are you serious? That's even possible?" Xuefeng asked, though his thoughts were scattered. The pleasure Wuying elicited made it hard to keep his head clear.
Yes, Ling replied, her voice calm despite the charged moment. It's difficult to achieve this with mere touch, but through the connection you're creating, the transfer is direct. If she's prepared to absorb it quickly, there's a good chance it will work.
Fine. Let's do it, Xuefeng agreed, though he wasn't entirely sure what to expect. He exhaled sharply, brushing Wuying's hair back and gently halting her movements. "Wuying, stop for a moment."
She looked up, her lips glistening, her eyes wide with confusion and a tinge of disappointment. "Why? I wasn't finished." Her voice carried a pout, and her hand continued to stroke him absently, as though unwilling to relinquish her hold. She looked like a child denied her favorite toy, her expression equal parts indignation and longing.
Xuefeng chuckled softly, shaking his head at her determination. "I have an idea—something better. How about we try something different? This will let you feel good too."
She hesitated, curiosity flashing in her eyes. "Something better?" she echoed, her tone skeptical but intrigued. Thoughts flitted through her mind, unbidden: What could be better than the taste of that incredible liquid?
Without waiting for her answer, Xuefeng lifted her effortlessly, placing her on the bed with a gentleness that belied his strength. His gaze lingered on her, taking in her curves, the way the dim light accentuated the lines of her body. She shifted under his gaze, suddenly self-conscious but unwilling to shy away.
"What if I told you I can help you break through to the next stage?" he asked, his voice low, almost conspiratorial. "Would you believe me?"
Her eyes widened in surprise, skepticism warring with hope. "Really?" she whispered. A part of her wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it—such breakthroughs were rare and grueling. But another part of her, the part that had tasted his mysterious essence and felt the vitality it carried, found herself wanting to believe.
"Yeah, it's simple," Xuefeng said softly, tracing a line from his belly downwards, his finger lingering near her. His words were deliberate, but his touch carried a tenderness that was hard to ignore. Wuying's eyes widened, and she quickly pressed her hands against him, blocking his path.
"No… it won't fit," she stammered, her voice trembling with both anxiety and disbelief. "It's… it's too much."
"It'll be okay," he reassured her, his voice calm, his smile gentle. "Look, it's already prepared," he added, gesturing to the evidence of her readiness. "It'll slide in easily, I promise. Just trust me."
Her hands faltered as she hesitated, her resolve wavering under his soothing tone. Slowly, reluctantly, she allowed him to guide her.
Xuefeng removed the thin lace barrier that remained, clasping her thighs against his burning shaft. She shuddered as he slid in between, each thrust slowly easing her mind.
"I'll go slow," he promised, gently pushing forward. The initial resistance dissolved, and to his surprise, he found himself fully inside her with little obstruction. He froze, checking her expression, searching for any sign of discomfort.
Wuying's face flushed a deeper shade, and she let out a soft gasp. "Ah… I forgot… I broke the barrier there during training," she admitted in a rush, her voice tinged with embarrassment. "It wasn't…"
"I believe you," he interrupted gently, cutting off her worry before it could grow. "Just lie back and let me take care of you."
With measured movements, Xuefeng gave her the world. Each rhythmic motion drew quiet gasps and soft moans from Wuying, her earlier anxiety melting away as pleasure overtook her. She had expected pain, but instead, there was a mounting warmth, a sensation that sent waves of electricity coursing through her body.
"Xue… Feng…" she panted, her voice broken between gasps. "If you keep… going like this… I'll… lose my mind…"
He responded with a teasing smile, shifting her into a new position. Her protests turned into breathless moans as he explored different angles, each one eliciting a new reaction. First, he guided her onto her side, then onto all fours, his pace steady but increasingly intense.
"I… can't… anymore…" she whispered hoarsely, her body collapsing onto the bed. Her limbs trembled with exhaustion, but Xuefeng wasn't ready to stop. Driven by his own growing need, he leaned forward, his hands gripping her shoulders as he pushed deeper.
"I'm close," he warned, his voice strained. "Prepare to absorb my Qi."
"W-what…?" Wuying managed to ask, but her question dissolved into a cry as she felt a sudden warmth flood her. The sensation was overwhelming, a rush of energy and heat that left her breathless. Her body tensed, her muscles tightening reflexively as her climax washed over her.
Xuefeng groaned, his movements slowing as he reached his own peak. He held her close, his final thrusts deliberate as he delivered the last of his energy. When he finally pulled away, his body collapsed beside hers, his breath ragged. His staff still glistened faintly, the golden remnants of Ling's Qi shimmering in the dim light.
Wuying lay still for a moment, her mind a haze of sensation and disbelief. Then, recalling his words, she forced herself upright. Her muscles protested, but she ignored the discomfort, sitting cross-legged on the bed. Closing her eyes, she focused inward, guiding the Qi she'd absorbed toward the barrier in her dantian.
It was a brutal destruction, the dam breaking with an audible crack. Her own Spirit Qi surged forward, expanding her dantian and pushing her into the next stage of cultivation. When she opened her eyes, they gleamed with newfound strength.
She turned to Xuefeng, who lay sprawled beside her, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. Her gaze drifted to his still-glowing staff, and without thinking, she leaned over to clean the remaining Qi from it. When she was satisfied, she nestled against him, resting her head on his chest.
"Thank you," she murmured softly, her voice filled with genuine gratitude.
Xuefeng smiled, his exhaustion evident. "No problem. I'm guessing it worked?"
Wuying nodded, snuggling into his bare body without an ounce of shame left inside her. "It more than worked. The barrier broke as soon as your Qi touched it," she explained excitedly. "Now I just need to solidify my stage. Will I disturb you?"
He chuckled, pulling her closer. "Of course not. You are staying with me tonight."
For the first time in what felt like forever, Wuying allowed herself to relax completely, her trust in him unwavering.