The whispered "Go" slithered from the crack in the coffin wall, perfect in tone—Lin Xue's cool, commanding lilt, the exact cadence she used when she unlocked Wei Chen's sealed voice. But it came from the stone itself, layered with frost that crawled across the floor like living veins.
Wei Chen's throat tightened instantly. The mouth-seal vow snapped into place, his words locking behind his teeth. He could feel the rule taking hold, his tongue going heavy, speech stolen until the real Lin Xue released him.
Lin Xue's eyes widened in fury. "That was my voice. It stole my voice."
Su Mei laughed, low and bitter, the last traces of black fading from her irises. "It's learning fast, little dragon. It wants your mouth next—wants to speak through you."
The false voice came again, sweeter this time, intimate. "Wei Chen… come closer. Let me taste you."
Wei Chen's cock twitched traitorously at the sound, Yang fire surging in response to the mimicry. He growled wordlessly, unable to speak, and grabbed Lin Xue by the waist, pulling her hard against him. His hands communicated what his sealed tongue could not: We prove what's real the only way we know how.
Lin Xue understood instantly. She dropped to her knees in front of him, silver hair spilling over her shoulders as she tore at his belt. "This mouth is mine," she said fiercely, glaring at the crack in the wall. "Mine to command. Mine to fill."
She freed his thick length, already throbbing and slick from earlier releases. Without hesitation she took him deep, lips stretching around his girth, throat relaxing to swallow him to the root. Wei Chen groaned silently, hips bucking as her cool tongue swirled along the underside, frost qi teasing his burning shaft. She bobbed slowly at first, then faster, saliva dripping down her chin as she claimed every inch.
The false voice faltered, the frost veins retreating an inch.
Su Mei stepped behind Wei Chen, pressing her naked breasts to his back, nipples hard against his skin. "Let me help anchor you, dragon." Her hand snaked around to cup his balls, rolling them gently while Lin Xue sucked him with fierce possession.
Wei Chen threaded fingers through Lin Xue's hair, guiding her rhythm, fucking her mouth in shallow thrusts. Her blue eyes locked on his the entire time—real, furious, devoted. She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cock.
"Say it," she commanded him, voice steady. "Go."
The seal shattered. Words flooded back. "Fuck, Xue'er—your mouth is the only one I obey."
He hauled her up and kissed her savagely, tasting himself on her tongue. Then he spun her around, bending her over the same broken altar where he'd taken Su Mei earlier. He hiked her robes, exposing her dripping core, and drove into her in one brutal thrust. Lin Xue cried out, walls clenching around him like ice gripping fire.
"Again," he growled, pounding deep. "Say my name while I fuck you senseless."
"Wei Chen," she moaned, pushing back to meet every stroke. "Wei Chen—only you—ah—fill me—"
Her orgasm hit suddenly, body shuddering, Yin essence flooding his cock in cool waves. He followed with a roar, pumping her full of hot seed until it leaked down her thighs. The bond rope between them flared bright, frost threads weaving tighter.
But the false voice returned, stronger now, imitating Lin Xue's post-climax gasp perfectly. "Go… deeper… Wei Chen…"
The coffin wall cracked louder, a second fissure opening beside the first—shaped unmistakably like parted lips.
Su Mei's eyes narrowed. "It's adapting. It thinks if it sounds like us at our weakest, it wins."
Wei Chen pulled out of Lin Xue slowly, still hard, seed and her slick coating his length. He turned to Su Mei. "Then we give it something it can't copy."
He pushed the demoness to her knees beside Lin Xue. Both women looked up at him, lips swollen, eyes hungry. "Together," he ordered. "Show it whose mouths truly belong to me."
They obeyed instantly. Lin Xue took the head, tongue flicking the sensitive slit, while Su Mei licked down the shaft, sucking his balls into her warm mouth one at a time. Then they switched—Su Mei deepthroating him until her nose pressed his pelvis, demonic markings glowing as she hummed, while Lin Xue lapped at the base and teased his sac.
The pleasure was overwhelming. Wei Chen's hands tangled in both women's hair, guiding them in perfect sync. Their tongues met around his cock, kissing each other with him between them, saliva and precum mixing in messy strands.
The false voice tried again, moaning his name in Lin Xue's tone—but it cracked, distorted, unable to match the raw harmony of the real thing.
Wei Chen pulled them up, positioning Su Mei on the altar beside Lin Xue, both bent over side by side. He entered Su Mei first, slamming deep into her scorching demonic heat, then switched to Lin Xue's cooler grip, alternating thrusts until both women were sobbing his name.
"Tell it," he snarled, fingers digging into their hips. "Tell that thing who owns these bodies."
"Only you!" Lin Xue cried as he buried himself in her again.
"Yours—fuck—only yours!" Su Mei screamed when he switched back.
He brought them to the edge together, fingers circling both clits until they came in unison—Su Mei squirting hotly around his cock, Lin Xue's walls milking him in frozen spasms. He pulled out and painted their asses and lower backs with thick ropes of seed, marking them both.
The false lips in the wall hissed in frustration, frost retreating further.
But then a new sound emerged—deeper, layered with both women's voices braided together. "Wei Chen… open for us… let us in…"
The coffin wall shuddered violently. A hand—pale, veined with black—began pushing through the widened crack, fingers curling like it wanted to reach for his throat.
Wei Chen's black sun brand burned hot in warning. The real battle for his voice—and his name—was only beginning.
To be Continued
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