The pale hand breached the crack fully, fingers unnaturally long and jointed wrong, black veins pulsing beneath translucent skin. It flexed once, then reached straight for Wei Chen's throat, frost trailing from its tips like hungry smoke. The air turned biting cold; his black sun brand screamed in agony, pulling toward the touch like iron to a magnet.
Wei Chen staggered back, Nine-Suns fire flaring defensively along his skin. "It wants my name through skin now," he rasped. "If it touches me—"
"Then we drown you in real touch first," Lin Xue cut in, voice sharp as glacial steel. She stepped in front of him, pressing her back to his chest, guiding his hands to her breasts. "Use me. Burn it out."
Su Mei circled to his front, crimson eyes blazing. "And me. Every hole, dragon. Make us scream so loud the dead thing goes deaf."
The hand crept closer, inches from Lin Xue's shoulder. Wei Chen's overload surged—Yang fire and raw lust crashing together. He ripped Lin Xue's robes fully open, exposing pale skin and hardened nipples to the freezing air. His mouth latched onto her neck, sucking hard enough to bruise as he pinched and rolled her peaks between burning fingers. She arched with a gasp, frost qi swirling to meet his heat.
Su Mei dropped to her knees again, tearing his pants down. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking precum. She swallowed him in one greedy motion, demonic throat rippling around his length as she took him balls-deep. Her tongue worked relentlessly, humming vibrations that shot straight to his core.
Wei Chen groaned into Lin Xue's skin, hips thrusting instinctively into Su Mei's hot mouth. He slid one hand down Lin Xue's belly, fingers plunging into her soaked folds. She was dripping again, walls clenching greedily around three digits as he pumped hard and fast. "Feel me," he growled. "Only me."
The reaching hand hesitated, frost smoke recoiling from the wave of Yang heat radiating off them.
Lin Xue turned in his arms, pushing him back against the altar stone. "More," she demanded, climbing astride his lap. She positioned herself over his slick shaft and sank down in one smooth drop, taking every inch until he bottomed out against her cervix. Her cool channel gripped him like living ice, milking with every roll of her hips.
Su Mei rose, pressing behind Lin Xue, hands reaching around to fondle the ice queen's breasts while kissing Wei Chen over her shoulder. "Don't forget me," the demoness purred, guiding his hand between her thighs. He obliged, fingers sinking into her scorching wetness, thumb grinding her clit until she bucked.
Lin Xue rode him hard, silver hair whipping as she bounced, breasts jiggling with each slam. "Wei Chen—ah—only your cock—only your name—" Her walls fluttered, orgasm crashing through her as frost qi exploded outward, flash-freezing the creeping frost smoke.
Wei Chen thrust up brutally, meeting her descent, then flipped their positions—pinning her beneath him on the altar. He pounded deep, balls slapping wetly against her ass, chasing his own release. Su Mei straddled Lin Xue's face, lowering her dripping core onto the ice queen's eager tongue. Lin Xue licked hungrily, frost breath teasing Su Mei's clit while Wei Chen's thrusts rocked them both.
Su Mei came first, grinding down with a demonic shriek, juices flooding Lin Xue's mouth. The sight pushed Wei Chen over—he buried himself deep in Lin Xue and erupted, thick Yang seed flooding her womb in pulsing waves. The surge burned bright, black sun brand flaring gold, forcing the pale hand to withdraw an inch.
But only an inch.
Panting, Wei Chen pulled out, seed gushing from Lin Xue's stretched entrance. He wasn't done—couldn't be. The hand advanced again, joined now by a second, both clawing at the stone edges to widen the breach.
"Switch," Su Mei commanded, pushing Wei Chen onto his back. She mounted him reverse, demonic ass cheeks spreading as she impaled herself on his still-hard cock. Her channel was infernal heat, corruption qi writhing around his shaft, trying to bind—but his Yang overwhelmed it. She rode him savagely, back arched, tail lashing if she had one in this form.
Lin Xue knelt between his legs, tongue lapping at where they joined—tasting their mixed fluids, teasing his balls, then lower. Her cool lips closed around his sac, sucking gently while Su Mei slammed down.
Wei Chen's hands gripped Su Mei's hips, guiding her brutal pace. "Take it all," he snarled. "Every drop to burn that thing back to nothing."
Lin Xue's tongue ventured further, rimming his ass with deliberate strokes, frost qi tingling nerves he didn't know he had. The dual assault shattered his control—he roared as he came again, flooding Su Mei's depths until seed leaked around his shaft. Su Mei followed, walls spasming, squirting hotly down his length.
Lin Xue rose, pushing Su Mei aside gently, and straddled Wei Chen's face. "My turn to ride your tongue," she said, lowering her creampied pussy onto his mouth. He devoured her eagerly, tongue plunging deep to scoop his own seed mixed with her essence, thumb pressing her clit.
Su Mei, still trembling, guided his cock—still rigid from overload—into her ass this time. She sank slowly, demonic ring stretching around his girth until she seated fully. Then she rocked, anal walls gripping impossibly tight.
Wei Chen thrust up into her ass while eating Lin Xue relentlessly. The women faced each other, kissing messily, hands roaming breasts and clits. They came together—Lin Xue grinding down as she squirted onto his face, Su Mei clenching around his cock until he filled her bowels with another load.
The combined climax sent a shockwave of dual Yin-Yang essence through the chamber. The pale hands shrieked—soundless but felt in the bones—and retreated fully into the crack.
For a moment, silence.
Then the stone split wider with a thunderous crack. A shoulder emerged, followed by the curve of a neck. The Frost-Eater's face began to push through—featureless at first, then forming gold-black eyes and a mouth that smiled with too many teeth.
And it whispered, in perfect chorus of both women's voices braided with his own: "Wei Chen… I'm almost home."
To be Continued
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