Mmm… Shi Yang yawned as he awoke from meditation, his eyes glowing with a crimson light of enlightenment. Should I have stayed longer in that inner world? he wondered.
But still, the caressing fingers of Xiu Mei told him it had been worth returning early.
"Hmm… have you been giving me a massage while I meditated?" he murmured, a playful edge in his tone.
She smiled, her hands firm on his shoulder muscles. "Of course, Uncle Shi. It's best to relax while digesting a pill, so I was just helping."
Shi Yang grinned, touching her hands gently. Then he looked up at her. "Then you deserve a little treat."
"What kind of treat~?" she asked, eyes flashing twice playfully. He chuckled, letting his hands slide from her shoulders to her face, drawing her close. She melted into his lips, eyes closing as she savored his affection.
"That's all you get, or else Han Jie will feel left out," Shi Yang teased, pulling away slightly and glancing at the other seat in front of him. Han Jie looked up, still working diligently on her talisman.
"Why would I feel left out?" she purred. "I know you'll make it up to me later, so what is there to be jealous about?"
Xiu Mei tilted her head, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Then… you don't mind if I kiss Uncle Shi again?"
Han Jie smirked without looking up. "Be my guest."
Xiu Mei's lips curved into a grin. She moved carefully away from Shi Yang's back, planting her hands lightly on his shoulders before leaning in. This time, she kissed him properly, pressing closer and letting the warmth of the moment linger between them.
Shi Yang's eyes softened as he returned the kiss, his hands brushing lightly over her arms, letting the shared closeness speak louder than words.
Han Jie leaned back, shaking her head with a small smile. "Tch… shameless pair."
Xiu Mei pulled back slightly, eyes sparkling. "What? I'm just taking my permission," she teased, resting her forehead against his.
Shi Yang chuckled lowly, a sound full of amusement and satisfaction. "It looks like you've become close friends."
"I'm just keeping my promise to you, that's all," Han Jie spoke, then put her brush aside. "But Xiu Mei, don't you think it's time poor Yueqin takes a break? The girls had a difficult life as it is; the last thing she needs is for us to make it difficult."
Xiu Mei looked at Han Jie, then closed her eyes. "I guess you're right. I'll take over for her while also teaching her some defense techniques." She said, straddling Shi Yang, then walked over to Han Jie, "And after an hour... it's my turn."
The two smiled at each other, and that made Shi Yang tense as PTSD took hold of him when he heard her say "my turn" instead of "your turn." These girls are at it again. Fine, I'm no longer the weak Qi Refinement Realm practitioner; I'll show you girls what a Foundation Realm expert can do.
—
Five days later.
Han Jie's back arched, her nails digging into Shi Yang's shoulders as she rode him with increasing desperation. Her inner walls clamped around his thrusting length, milking him for every drop of essence.
"Do me... Do me harder!" she gasped, her hips bucking wildly against his. The wet sounds of their joining filled the air as she chased her climax.
Shi Yang gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pistoned into her with renewed vigor. He could feel her inner walls fluttering around him like a vise.
"That's it... come on my cock," he grunted through clenched teeth. "Show me what you're made of."
Han Jie let out a keening wail as she teetered on the brink. With one final thrust that drove him deep into her core, she came undone—convulsing around him as waves of ecstasy crashed through her body.
Her pussy squeezed Shi Yang like a vice as she rode out her orgasm. He felt his own release building at the base of his spine.
"Fill me," Han Jie demanded breathlessly between pants and moans. "I want to feel you come inside me."
Shi Yang obliged with a roar of pleasure, pumping deep bursts of hot semen directly into Han Jie's spasming womb.
Knock, knock.
"It's almost my turn, you know," Xiu Mei's voice sounded somehow from the door as the carriage kept moving.
"Shut it; I still have a few minutes left," Han Jie panted before straddling him again. Her eyes rolled back as she impaled herself, overwhelming her body as it twitched instinctively around him.
—
Two days later
The wooden floor of the carriage dug into Xiu Mei's back as Shi Yang pinned her beneath him, his hips driving into her with relentless precision. Sweat slicked their bodies together, her skin flushing hotter with every thrust. "Ah—! Right there, right there—!" Her legs hooked around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back.
He's not holding back at all. Her fingers tangled in the loose fabric of his discarded robe beneath her, knuckles whitening. "Faster—please—" The plea tore from her throat, raw and needy.
His grip on her thighs tightened, yanking her closer as he bottomed out inside her. A broken moan escaped her when his teeth grazed her collarbone. "You're—nngh—too deep—!"
Shi Yang's low chuckle vibrated against her skin. "You asked for this."
She arched off the floor, meeting him thrust for thrust. "Then ruin me properly," she gasped, nails raking down his shoulders. "Make sure I—ah!—can't forget it."
The carriage rocked violently, but neither cared—not when his next stroke sent her spiraling over the edge with a scream.
—
One day later
Yueqin's legs trembled, and her chest rose and fell with exhaustion and desire.
Backwards Her scaled thighs tensed as she shifted, turning in his lap until her back pressed against his chest. His hands guided her hips, lifting slightly before letting her sink back down onto him.
"Ah—!" Her claws dug into his knees. "T-This angle...it's deeper—!"
Shi Yang's breath was hot against her ear. "Move yourself."
I...I can't... But her body obeyed, rocking hesitantly at first, then faster as pleasure coiled tighter. "M-Master...I'm...!"
"Not yet." His grip tightened, halting her. "On your hands and knees."
"Doggy?" She whimpered in the new position he had taught her. She was beyond spent but obeyed, scrambling forward until her palms hit the carriage floor. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him in one sharp thrust.
"F-Faster—!" The plea tore from her before she could stop it.
Shi Yang obliged, slamming into her with rough, measured strokes. "Louder."
"Ah! Nngh—! Too much—!" Her voice cracked as her body tightened, pleasure cresting violently.
"Good girl." His praise sent her over the edge, scales shimmering as she came undone around him.
—
Inside his inner sea, the world shimmered with molten hues of red and gold. Shi Yang knelt before the hollow stump, the fire within it alive and writhing, reflecting the pulse of his own spirit. Flames licked upward like serpents, yet moved with the obedience of a loyal beast, following the slightest twitch of his fingers.
Lanya knelt beside him, small hands trembling with excitement. Carefully, she held a handful of fresh grass, delicate herbs, and the tiny glowing bodies of fireflies. Each item pulsed faintly with life qi, and she placed them one by one into the hollow stump.
"Here," she whispered softly, her eyes bright. "I'll help you, Husband."
When she was one with her hand full of grass, she turned to the bowl of crushed fireflies. Her golden bronze rear peeking out from her dress and showing her recently painted maidenhood.
"I really think this world has made me a fiend," he sighed with melancholy as he got up and mounted her. She paused as his fingers grabbed hold of her; she looked back at him. "Husband~"
Her words dipped into a lustful moan, with his half-flaccid member parting her creamy folds. "Mmm," her eyes moistened, "you're inside me again."
Shi Yang's hips began to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm as he claimed Lanya once more. The fireflies' light cast an ethereal glow on their entwined bodies, the soft grass and herbs beneath them releasing a subtle fragrance that mingled with the scent of their passion.
Lanya's breath hitched as she felt her husband's length sliding deep inside her again. Her body was still tender from before, but there was a strange thrill in the ache—a reminder of how thoroughly he had marked her.
"Shi Yang..." she whimpered, arching into each thrust. "It feels so good... so right..."
He smiled down at her, his eyes glinting with dark satisfaction. "You were made for me," he murmured, punctuating his words with a particularly deep stroke.
As they moved together in perfect harmony, Lanya could feel the energy building within her anew—the power of their joining sparking to life like embers fanned by the wind. It swirled around them in a whirlpool of heat and light—feeding both their pleasure and Shi Yang's growing control over this primal force.
In this moment, bound together by flesh and spirit alike, they were unstoppable—a fusion of man and woman forged in fire and desire—and nothing could stand against them.