The Frost-Eater's presence swelled beyond the cracked wall, no longer just a hand or a face. Pale flesh pushed further out, forming a full torso—curves that borrowed Lin Xue's elegance and Su Mei's allure, skin shifting unnaturally as it tried to perfect the stolen shapes. It had no true face now, only a smooth expanse where features flickered in and out, testing which combination would draw Wei Chen closest.
A wave of crushing cold rolled off it, laced with hunger. The black sun brand on Wei Chen's chest throbbed, trying to answer the pull. His overload flared in response—Yang fire surging hot and urgent through his veins.
"It's feeding on the idea of us," Lin Xue said, voice steady despite the frost creeping up her arms. "It wants the shape of what we share so it can wear it."
Su Mei's eyes flashed crimson. "Then we give it the real thing—so bright and hot it burns the fake away."
Wei Chen nodded, pulling both women close. "Together. Every touch, every release. We build a seal nothing false can copy."
He guided them to the center of the chamber, away from the reaching cold. Lin Xue pressed against his front, Su Mei at his back. Their hands moved with purpose—robes falling away, skin meeting skin. Wei Chen kissed Lin Xue deeply, slow and claiming, while Su Mei's lips traced fire along his neck and shoulders.
Lin Xue dropped to her knees first, taking him into her mouth with deliberate care. Her tongue traced every ridge, cool breath teasing heated skin. Wei Chen groaned, fingers threading gently through her silver hair. Su Mei knelt beside her, joining with long, slow licks along his length. Their mouths met around him, sharing warmth and rhythm until his hips rocked instinctively.
The cold presence recoiled slightly, the half-formed body pausing in the crack.
Wei Chen pulled them up, laying Lin Xue gently on the altar stone. He entered her slowly, watching her eyes the entire time. "Feel only me," he murmured. She wrapped her legs around him, meeting each deep thrust with a roll of her hips. Frost qi flowed smoothly now, blending with his Yang in perfect balance.
Su Mei straddled Lin Xue's waist, facing Wei Chen. She guided his hand between her thighs, rocking against his fingers while leaning in to kiss him over Lin Xue's shoulder. Their shared rhythm built steadily—Lin Xue's soft cries, Su Mei's low moans, Wei Chen's steady breathing anchoring them all.
When Lin Xue came, it was quiet but intense—her walls fluttering around him, Yin essence flooding his meridians in cool, refining waves. Wei Chen followed moments later, spilling deep inside her with a low groan. The release sent a pulse of golden heat through the chamber, pushing back the creeping frost.
Su Mei took Lin Xue's place next, bending over the altar beside her. Wei Chen entered her from behind, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around to circle her clit. Lin Xue moved to Su Mei's front, kissing her deeply while fingers teased sensitive peaks. Su Mei's demonic heat gripped him tightly, drawing his Yang deeper with every thrust.
"Only us," Su Mei gasped against Lin Xue's lips. "Only this."
Her climax hit hard, body trembling as she milked him. Wei Chen thrust deep and released again, seed flooding her in hot waves. Another golden pulse rippled outward, stronger this time. The half-formed body in the wall shuddered, edges beginning to fray.
They continued like this—trading places, sharing touches, building layer upon layer of shared pleasure. Each release strengthened the glowing bond ropes between them, weaving frost, fire, and demonic essence into a barrier nothing false could cross.
The Frost-Eater's shape wavered, borrowed curves melting back into pale nothingness. The cold retreated further, the crack in the wall narrowing slightly for the first time.
But a low, hungry pulse still beat from within—patient, waiting.
Wei Chen held both women close, breathing steady. "It's weaker," he said. "But not gone."
Lin Xue rested her head against his chest. "Then we keep going. Until the door seals for good."
Su Mei smiled against his shoulder. "All night if we must."
The black sun brand warmed—not with pain, but with their combined power.
To be Continued
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