Jin Caihe struggled against the wave of pleasure that came from his "dragon" being taken by the mouth of Jin Tieguai. The result of suppressing what his flesh craved, made him suffer from the backlash of the unstable storm of spiritual energy that was on the verge of shattering him to fragments of spirit energy. He squeezed his eyes shut to minimize the assault to his senses, which Jin Tieguai was deliberately doing to him, whose robes was also torn to shreds by the force of the falcon beast aura.
Jin Caihe clenched the soft covering of the bed tightly as though holding on to his dear life. By the time his student had worked his way to the tip, he began sucking with much force on the head of his "dragon" so much that Jin Caihe could no longer hold it in anymore, releasing loads upon loads of his seed into the back of Jin Tieguai's throat, who fought to maintain control by not giving in to the urge to cough up the warm milky thick sap that tasted somewhat salty.
