A cool breeze carried the rich aroma of pine needles and moist soil through the towering ancient woods. Aukin walked steadily at her side, his piercing blue eyes—cold and keen like glacial shards—scanning the twisted roots that clawed across the forest floor. Patches of sunlight pierced the thick overhead leaves, casting shifting patterns across his sharp features and the light scruff along his jaw. Beside him glided Fairy Moon, his mother, her movements fluid and otherworldly. Her dark silk garments rippled like midnight water over her flawless figure, every step radiating an effortless, divine elegance. The forest itself seemed to hold its breath in her presence, spiritual energy bending gently aside as though paying silent tribute to her boundless cultivation.
"Isn't this silence almost too perfect, Mother?" Aukin's deep voice cut softly through the quiet, his tone laced with subtle amusement. He trailed his fingers lightly over a fern still glistening with morning dew, savoring the chill against his palm.
Fairy Moon's crimson lips lifted in a small, mysterious curve. "Compared to the endless hush of the Sect's halls over countless ages, this feels… invigorating, my son." Her midnight-blue eyes roamed the ancient trunks, though her attention truly lingered on him alone.
Aukin let out a quiet, knowing laugh. He halted and turned to face her directly, the usual sharpness in his gaze giving way to something fiercer, more primal. "I did promise you something beyond the ordinary, didn't I? An experience to awaken that timeless heart of yours, to make it race like it hasn't in eons."
A faint tremor passed through her. "It races plenty when you're near, Aukin," she murmured, so softly the leaves barely stirred. A delicate blush crept across her porcelain cheeks—rare color on skin that had known only cool perfection for millennia. Beneath the clinging silk, the full swell of her breasts rose and fell a fraction quicker, betraying the warmth stirring deep inside.
He closed the gap between them until the air itself seemed charged. "That's exactly what I want, Mother. Out here, far from the Sect's suffocating rules, your pulse—and everything else—will race even harder." His hand hovered near her hip, not quite touching, yet the promise in the gesture sent sparks racing along her nerves. "We're stepping away from sterile cultivation and toward something wilder… something drenched in pleasure."
A visible shiver ran down her spine. "Pleasure… of what nature?" Her voice remained measured, but a faint waver betrayed her. Those serene eyes now flickered with intrigue—and the tiniest edge of trepidation—as the desire he had carefully kindled over time began to blaze brighter.
"The sort that erases every title, every epoch of your existence," Aukin whispered, leaning close enough for his breath to graze her ear. "The kind that leaves you gasping, trembling, pleading without shame. The kind that has you writhing, Mother… before an audience."
Her eyes widened, a sharp intake of breath escaping. "Before… others?" The forbidden notion crashed through her like wildfire, flooding her core with sudden, molten heat. Her body responded instantly—nipples peaking stiffly beneath the silk, a slick ache blooming insistently between her thighs.
"Many others," he purred, drawing back to savor her flustered expression, a sly smile tugging at his mouth. "Picture their stunned faces, their helpless hunger. All of it directed at you. At us."
They pressed onward for hours, the vibrant spiritual qi of the Lingwu Continent swirling around them like an invisible current. Eventually the dense forest gave way to a modest valley settlement—a ragged collection of weathered structures huddled beside a sluggish river. The atmosphere shifted noticeably here: heavier, laced with sweat, sour liquor, and an undercurrent of raw, earthy indulgence.
"This is your chosen destination?" Fairy Moon's elegant brows drew together slightly as she surveyed the humble, worn buildings and the rough figures moving among them. Their cultivation barely brushed the Qi Condensation realm—fragile flames compared to her immortal blaze.
"Exactly right, Mother," Aukin answered, mischief dancing in his gaze. He captured her hand, lacing their fingers tightly, the firm grip sending another pulse of electric warmth through her. "Here, hidden from the Sect's watchful gaze and endless judgments, we can unleash what's been restrained for far too long."
He guided her down the muddy lanes. Villagers paused mid-step, eyes widening at the sight of Fairy Moon's transcendent beauty and regal poise. They sensed instantly she belonged to a higher realm, yet her aura was so vast it struck them mute, freezing them in place with a mix of reverence and raw longing.
"See how they stare, Mother?" Aukin murmured against her ear, voice low and intimate. "To them you're nothing short of a celestial being. They worship your grace, your power… completely unaware of the fire burning just beneath."
Her breathing quickened. The heat in his tone, the thrill of being openly craved in this crude setting, made her thighs press together instinctively, slickness gathering in secret.
They arrived at a ramshackle building with a crooked sign proclaiming "The Velvet Blossom." Dim red lanterns swayed above the entrance, spilling crimson light across the threshold. Rough laughter and the pluck of strings drifted out, thick with debauchery.
"A pleasure house?" Fairy Moon's whisper held shock mingled with an undeniable spark of curiosity. Her cheeks flushed a vivid rose.
"The ideal setting," Aukin replied smoothly, pushing the door wide. A rush of warm air heavy with sweat, cheap scent, and spirits enveloped them. Inside, the dimly lit room buzzed with coarse men whose attention snapped instantly to Fairy Moon. Conversation died as though sliced through.
Aukin drew her toward a shadowed corner table, never releasing her hand. "Ignore the stares for now, Mother. They're merely appreciating beauty." He leaned close again. "But soon they'll do far more than look."
Her heart thundered wildly beneath her ribs. The weight of dozens of hungry gazes felt like a physical caress, shameful yet electrifying. Any lingering hesitation drowned beneath waves of dark excitement.
A burly, battle-scarred patron shuffled over, voice rough with nerves and want. "What… what can I bring you, honored ones?" His eyes remained glued to Fairy Moon's divine form.
"A jug of your best wine," Aukin ordered calmly, authority threading his words. The man hurried off.
Aukin poured two goblets of the dark, pungent liquid and slid one to her. "Even in a den like this, you command awe, Mother. But tonight we'll tear that awe apart, won't we?"
She sipped cautiously. The harsh burn slid down her throat, igniting fresh heat low in her belly. "What exactly do you plan, Aukin?" Her words came out soft, almost trembling.
He reclined, a slow, dangerous smile spreading. "Tonight you'll perform for them, Mother. You'll bare yourself completely. You'll reveal the depths of depravity an immortal goddess can reach."
Her goblet nearly slipped from her fingers, wine splashing onto the scarred wood. "Bare myself… here, before all of them?" Images flooded her mind—scandalous, obscene, irresistible. Shame flickered briefly, then vanished beneath surging lust. The steady throb between her legs grew insistent, demanding.
"Every perfect curve," Aukin confirmed, reaching to trace her jawline with feather-light touches. "Picture their expressions as each garment falls. Their aching need, their straining cocks, the thick scent of their desire—all for you."
She shuddered violently, breaths shallow and rapid. The sheer taboo of it acted like the strongest elixir, setting every nerve ablaze. Her hardened nipples scraped against silk with every inhale.
"But… I…" she started faintly.
"You will," he cut in gently but firmly, eyes locking onto hers with mesmerizing intensity. "Because deep down, you crave it. Because I crave it. And because the pleasure will eclipse anything you've ever tasted."
He stood, drawing her up with him. The room hushed again as they moved to the rough platform in the center—usually home to musicians or drunken singers, now theirs alone.
Aukin positioned her there, then stepped aside, gaze never wavering. "Reveal yourself, Mother. Let them see the goddess… and the woman consumed by lust."
Bathed in lantern glow, Fairy Moon felt the silence press in, broken only by ragged breathing from every corner. Power surged through her—not the cold might of cultivation, but something hotter, wilder. She was no longer merely the revered Sect immortal. She was desire incarnate.
Trembling fingers rose to the clasp of her outer robe. Silk whispered as it slid free, pooling darkly at her feet. A sharp, collective inhale swept the room. Beneath lay a gossamer silver underlayer that hugged her curves—narrow waist, lush breasts, hips that begged to be gripped.
Low groans erupted; hands moved instinctively lower.
Cheeks burning, Fairy Moon let a reckless smile touch her lips. Her skin glistened faintly with arousal-sweat. She swayed slowly, hips rolling in languid invitation, raven hair cascading like ink.
Fingers found the ties of the silver layer. She loosened them deliberately, eyes drifting across the crowd—seeing flushed faces, frantic strokes, thick shafts already freed and glistening. The wet, rhythmic sounds of self-pleasure filled the space, raw and urgent.
At the stage's edge, Aukin watched, his impressive length straining visibly against fabric, eyes dark with possessive pride.
Emboldened, she let the silver fall away, exposing the smooth expanse of her back. Turning slowly, she revealed breasts barely restrained by translucent silk—dark, swollen peaks clearly visible through the damp material.
Desperate moans rose; several men shuddered and spilled onto the floor, faces twisted in helpless ecstasy.
Her gaze found Aukin's again. At his subtle nod, she slipped the straps free. The bra parted, baring full, snowy breasts tipped with rigid, dusky nipples.
The room exploded in guttural cries. More releases splattered the boards, yet no one looked away.
Breath heaving, Fairy Moon hooked thumbs into her final garment. She drew the lace down inch by tantalizing inch, unveiling the neat triangle of dark curls, already soaked and shining. Her swollen sex pulsed visibly, lips parted and glistening.
A deep, unified groan rolled through the crowd.
"Aukin…" she breathed, voice thick, reaching toward him in silent need.
He crossed the distance in swift strides, pulling her flush against him. Naked heat met clothed strength; she wrapped long legs around his waist, slick core grinding against his rigid bulge.
"You're perfection itself, Mother," he growled against her ear. He spun her, hands claiming the firm globes of her ass, lifting her easily.
"I need you inside me, Aukin—now," she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.
"Right here," he promised darkly. "In front of every last one of them."
Their mouths crashed together in a fierce, devouring kiss. Tongues tangled hungrily; she clung tighter, desperate for more.
He tore at his trousers, freeing his thick, veined shaft—7.8 inches of throbbing heat, tip already slick.
Fairy Moon's fingers wrapped around him reverently, stroking the hard length, thrill and taboo mingling in her veins.
"Take me," he urged, guiding himself to her dripping entrance.
He pressed forward slowly. Her slick folds yielded, gripping him tightly as he sank deeper, stretching her deliciously.
She cried out, body quaking at the exquisite fullness.
With one powerful surge he buried himself completely, drawing a raw shout from them both.
He began thrusting—hard, relentless—hips slamming, balls slapping rhythmically against her.
Fairy Moon locked her ankles behind him, meeting every stroke, breasts bouncing wildly. Wet sounds of their joining echoed obscenely.
The audience watched in fevered silence broken by grunts and slapping flesh as they pleasured themselves anew.
"Look at them, Mother," Aukin rasped. "They're losing themselves because of you."
His words shattered her last restraint. Her body seized, inner walls clamping down as a fierce climax tore through her. Clear fluid gushed from her in powerful spurts, drenching them both as she screamed his name.
The intensity dragged him over the edge. With a final, deep plunge he erupted inside her, flooding her depths with thick, hot pulses.
He withdrew gradually, their combined release trickling down her thighs in glistening trails. She sagged against him, spent and glowing, a faint, satisfied smile curving her lips.
The room remained hushed, awestruck. They had watched divinity fall into carnal abandon—and the memory would haunt them forever.