The Frost-Eater's head pushed fully through the splintered stone, neck elongating unnaturally as pale flesh scraped against the edges. Featureless at first, it molded itself in seconds—high cheekbones like Lin Xue's, full lips curved in Su Mei's wicked smirk, golden eyes mirroring Wei Chen's own roguish gleam. A grotesque fusion, beautiful and wrong.
It opened its stolen mouth and moaned, voice layering all three of theirs in perfect, obscene harmony. "Wei Chen… fuck me deeper… yes, like that… fill us…"
The sound hit like a physical blow. Wei Chen's cock throbbed painfully, overload surging, black sun brand pulling toward the thing as if it were a magnet. Lin Xue clutched her throat, frost qi faltering. Su Mei's demonic markings flared black again, corruption trying to answer the call.
"No," Wei Chen snarled, grabbing both women and pulling them close. "That's not our voice. We make the real one louder."
He shoved Lin Xue against the altar, hiking her legs over his shoulders as he dropped to his knees. His mouth descended on her soaked pussy, tongue plunging deep into the mess of his earlier seed and her essence. He licked hungrily, sucking her clit hard, teeth grazing just enough to make her buck. Lin Xue's cry echoed raw and real—high, broken, nothing like the entity's mimicry.
"Wei Chen—gods—your tongue—don't stop—"
Su Mei pressed behind him, breasts against his back, hand wrapping around his aching shaft. She stroked firmly, thumb smearing precum over the head. "Let me taste what's real," she purred, sinking lower to lick his balls while he devoured Lin Xue.
The false face twisted, trying again. "Ah—Wei Chen—harder—your cock—"
Wei Chen stood abruptly, spinning to face Su Mei. He lifted her effortlessly, impaling her on his length in one downward thrust. She wrapped legs around his waist, demonic walls clenching hot and wet as he bounced her roughly. Her moans were guttural, demonic, unique—nothing the thing could copy perfectly.
"Only you fuck me like this," she gasped, nails raking his shoulders. "Only your Yang burns me clean—ah—right there—"
Lin Xue slid off the altar, moving behind Wei Chen. Her cool hands spread his ass, tongue tracing lower until she rimmed him again, frost qi sending electric shivers up his spine. He pounded Su Mei harder, each thrust driving deeper cries from her throat.
The entity's voice cracked on its next attempt, harmony fracturing. "Wei—yes—fill—"
Wei Chen dropped Su Mei gently, turning to pin Lin Xue face-down on the altar. He entered her ass this time—slow at first, stretching her tight ring around his girth until she relaxed and pushed back greedily. "Take me here," he growled. "Scream my name so it knows the difference."
Lin Xue's voice broke into sobs of pleasure as he thrust deep. "Wei Chen—yours—all yours—fuck my ass—"
Su Mei straddled Lin Xue's back, facing Wei Chen, lowering her pussy onto the ice queen's probing tongue again. She leaned forward to kiss him messily, tongues battling while he alternated—pulling out of Lin Xue's ass to slam into Su Mei's cunt, then back again, coating himself in their mixed fluids.
Their real voices overlapped in chaotic, perfect disharmony—Lin Xue's cool gasps, Su Mei's demonic snarls, his own guttural grunts. The Frost-Eater's mimicry faltered completely, face contorting in rage.
Wei Chen felt the surge building. He pulled both women to the floor, positioning them on hands and knees side by side. He took Lin Xue first, pounding her pussy until she squirted frost-tinged essence across the stone, then switched to Su Mei's ass, driving until she came with a shriek that shook dust from the ceiling.
He alternated relentlessly, fingers working both clits until they shattered together—bodies convulsing, voices raw from screaming his name. The dual climax hit him like lightning; he buried himself in Su Mei and erupted, then pulled out to flood Lin Xue's channel with the rest, seed overflowing from both.
The shockwave of refined Yin-Yang essence blasted outward. The entity's head recoiled, stolen features melting slightly, neck straining as it fought to hold the breach.
But it smiled wider, teeth sharpening. "More… I learn… your pleasure feeds me too…"
The shoulders pushed further, torso beginning to emerge—pale chest forming, arms lengthening. Black veins spread across newly birthed flesh like roots.
Wei Chen rose, chest heaving, cock still half-hard and glistening. Lin Xue and Su Mei leaned against him, trembling but resolute.
"It's adapting," Lin Xue whispered. "It's using our climaxes to grow stronger."
Su Mei licked seed from her lips. "Then we give it something it can't feed on."
The Frost-Eater's torso cleared the crack fully now, hands reaching again—this time forming breasts that mimicked both women's, waist curving unnaturally. Its voice returned, stronger, moaning in anticipation.
"Wei Chen… come inside… let us birth your fire…"
To be Continued
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