Shhff… Shhff.
Feathers rustled on folded wings, trembling nonstop as Qiren grunted, thrusting his hips with sharp focus. His claws gripped one of Yīnluò's legs over his shoulders, drawing a loud moan from her—
Her back arched and fell with each impact, absorbing the force of his every thrust.
"Ah~" Her eyes rolled with ecstasy, her stomach bulging from within.
Qiren's waist rammed into her repeatedly, his manhood pressing deep against her womb.
"I can't take it anymore—my head's boiling!" she cried, claws sinking into the floor.
Her legs burned as he buried himself relentlessly between her sacred walls.
Yīnluò's thighs were slick with sweat. Her abdomen ached, and she felt him move through her defenseless folds.
"Ha—ah—harder! Ruin me!"
Pain and pleasure surged through her, forcing another cry.
"I want you to ruin me."
"With the way you are now, it's hard to believe you're the same girl who struggled with my length," he replied with a smirk. "But you don't have to beg. The fact that I'm still going proves I won't stop until we're both satisfied."
"I wouldn't want to leave a bad impression on such a special moment~"
"How could I have known this submission would feel so… enjoyable?" she purred, sliding her claws from the dirt to his shoulders. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she drew him closer, moaning as she took even more of him.
Their eyes met, hers sparkling.
"Tell me… is this…"
Pant… Pant…
"…what I've been missing all this time?"
Qiren chuckled at her innocence. "It's never too late to make up for lost time. I'll be your guide through carnal pleasure—just relax and let me lead."
He lowered his head to her neck, kissing and sucking sensually. She moaned softly, tilting her head as his left hand slid below her navel, caressing her in slow, delicate circles.
His fingers drifted lower, brushing her slit before returning to her clitoris.
"Haa—ah~?!" Yīnluò panted as a jolt of pleasure ran through her.
Qiren watched her arch higher, finally using a technique he'd been holding back.
His thumb rubbed her sensitive bundle of nerves. "You're even more tempting without experience," he whispered, words dripping with charm as he enveloped her in affection.
Gripping.
She tightened around him, forcing him to slow, savoring the vice-like hold.
Lowering his gaze, he took in her drenched body—hair in disarray, his seed smeared across her abdomen. She had been the reason his legs were slick, and he had found release on her navel more times than he could count.
She gritted her teeth. "Keep… going~"
Under his relentless thrusts—enough to threaten splitting her in two—she climaxed.
Her body twitched uncontrollably, pink folds gripping tightly as she was pushed over the edge.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"
Crystal-clear liquid erupted in several jets, lifting her higher and soaking his thighs.
"That's it," he murmured. "Let it all out."
Her nerves burned as she shook, completely letting go.
"Haa… haa…" Her hips fell as Qiren slowly pulled out, his mighty dragon slick with her juices while he lowered her leg from his shoulders.
"Are we… stopping~?" Yīnluò asked, bringing her feet together.
Her muscles clenched around emptiness, leaving a hollow void she'd never known before.
Her soft, delicate fingers traced between her thighs, caressing her swollen womanhood as shivers ran through her from her own sensitivity.
Her hazy gaze lifted to the throbbing shaft pointing skyward.
"Why would that be?" he smiled, standing over her. "I thought you'd enjoy a change of pace."
He licked his lips. "This is all new to you—which works in my favor. It means I get to teach you something."
She gave a playful smile, half-risen, the pelt beneath her caught between her back spikes.
"I'm happy you found use in this worthless body of mine."
He smiled, brushing the white horns on her skull that curved like crescent moons.
"Don't sell yourself short." One hand held a horn, the other steadied his erection. "Believe in yourself. If you were truly worthless…"
"Why wouldn't you have broken me already?"
She reached out, mimicking his earlier strokes.
"What do you mean?" Yīnluò asked, tilting her wrist.
Qiren released himself, letting her explore freely. Her eyes burned, asking silently if this felt good under his touch.
"I'm not talking about survival alone," he murmured as she worked him back to hardness. "You've died over forty-four times since we met—under extreme circumstances."
"Even without physical damage, most creatures would break under that psychological strain."
"Repeated death is incomprehensible to living beings. The stress alone shatters minds."
"I've seen it in other demons I've studied. Most are irreparable—even with quick, clean deaths and abundant blood to revive them. Their souls fracture from the cycle itself."
He pulled her face close, pressing her lips against his manhood.
"Your condition is the opposite. With each revival, your soul grows stronger, producing purer mist—your white flames intensify."
Her nostrils hovered over his glans, pre-cum dampening her lips as he thrust into her hand, rubbing against her soft mouth.
"My Dao—" she began, but the words vanished as he pressed further.
"Nghm!?"
Her mouth stretched around him, intoxicating scent making her salivate.
"Mmmm," he grunted, burying himself deeper.
"Yes. Each death expands your spirit, elevating your Dao," he explained.
Slurp. Slurp.
She moved along his shaft.
"Mmm… suck more," he coaxed, guiding her rhythm.
She inhaled deeply, mingling his scent with her own.
Her head bobbed under his control.
"That's it… just like that. I could explain why you're different, but it'd be too long."
His lower half throbbed as her tongue caressed him tenderly.
"So tell me," he murmured, "would you rather—"
"Keep talking, or finish this first?"
She met his gaze, part craving answers, part lost in the pulsing weight in her mouth.
She wondered how his seed would taste—salty, sour, sweet?
Slurp! Suck!
Yīnluò quickened the pace, eyes locked on him.
He smirked, gathering her hair into a ponytail. His gaze flicked to the bangles on his wrist—one once a hair tie, another formed from six Taijitu pieces. He considered replacing it with hers.
Stray white strands still framed her forehead as he guided her head. Her lashes fluttered as he went deeper.
"Unhinge your jaw. Hollow your cheeks."
Her seductive innocence struck him like a potent aphrodisiac. His body moved instinctively.
!!!
Tears shimmered in Yīnluò's eyes as he pushed past her throat, gripping hair and horns to hold her in place. She instinctively hollowed her cheeks, hugging his length.
Her windpipe constricted, vision blurring as he withdrew—then slammed back in.
Smack! Slosh! Smack!
Qiren grew rougher, thrusting into her throat. His musk flooded her senses.
With a final growl, his body tensed. Her throat opened around him as spurts of seed poured down.
Gulp—ek—eh!
She choked, eyes watering, nails scraping his thighs while swallowing every pulse.
Only when he was fully spent did he release her.
Yīnluò pulled back, gasping.
"Huff… huff?"
Four large shadows loomed over her as she wiped her lips.
A wave of killing intent crashed down, dilating her pupils.
Qiren's demeanor shifted instantly—talons clenching bamboo, eyes turning solid black and gold.
Thermal signatures flared across the walls.
"Azure Needle!!!"
His tongue scraped his mouth, launching a blazing needle just in time.
Grr—BURST!!!
The chasm walls exploded outward as a demonic screech tore through the air.