The heavy, musky perfume of their shared release still saturated the dim air of the Velvet Blossom, clinging to skin and wood alike. Aukin's chest rose and fell in uneven pulls, his lungs burning from exertion, when Fairy Moon finally lifted her head from the cradle of his shoulder. The glassy haze of bliss in her eyes had sharpened into something fiercer—satisfied yet ravenous, like a predator momentarily sated but already scenting the next hunt. Her full lips, reddened and slick from their earlier ferocity, parted in a slow, wicked curve. A lingering flush warmed the sharp angles of her cheekbones, making her otherwise luminous complexion look almost mortal in its heat.
"My turn now, darling boy," she murmured, her voice a velvet rasp that slid straight into his bloodstream. Slender fingers, deceptively strong, followed the sticky trail their combined essence had painted down the inside of his thigh. The feather-light touch made his muscles jump. He stared, transfixed, as she rose fluidly onto her knees. Her heavy breasts shifted enticingly with the motion, nipples still dark and taut. A thick, pearly strand of semen clung stubbornly to the swollen lips of her sex, catching the lantern light like liquid moonlight.
"Anything you want, Mother," Aukin answered, throat raw, voice gravel-rough with lingering need. His gaze roamed her shamelessly—every glistening curve, every quiver of aftershock—already coaxing fresh blood southward. His spent length gave a lazy twitch, thickening at the mere sight of her like this: unbound, glowing, utterly in command.
A low, throaty laugh rolled from her chest—rich, liberated, almost foreign to his ears after so many centuries of her serene composure. She leaned forward, midnight hair spilling over his shoulders like cool silk as her palms settled firmly on his hips, tugging him nearer until the soft curls at her mound brushed his skin. Heat poured off her core in waves.
"You swear it?" she breathed against his ear, the words a silken dare.
"Every word," he managed, pulse hammering.
Her smile turned downright feral. "Then brace yourself. Mother has been holding back far too long."
She drew back just enough to sweep her gaze across the silent, staring crowd—rough men frozen mid-breath, cocks still in hand, faces carved with raw hunger and disbelief. Triumph flashed in her eyes, dark and delicious. This was no longer merely Aukin's stage; she had claimed it.
Her hands glided upward, tracing the hard planes of his chest with maddening lightness. Fingertips circled his flat nipples until they pebbled tight beneath her touch. A sharp inhale hissed through his teeth as she dipped her head and dragged the flat of her tongue across one sensitive peak. The wet heat sent lightning straight to his groin.
"Perfect," she purred against his skin before closing her lips around the bud and sucking—firm, insistent, almost punishing. A guttural sound tore from his throat; his spine arched involuntarily, pressing harder into her mouth. Meanwhile, her other hand drifted lower, fingers curling loosely around his softening shaft. The barest stroke was enough—velvet skin sliding over velvet skin—and he surged back to full, aching hardness in seconds.
"So quick to rise for me again," she teased, eyes glittering up at him while her tongue continued its slow torment on his chest. Her grip tightened fractionally, thumb sweeping deliberately over the slick crown, coaxing a bead of pre-cum that she smeared down his length with lazy strokes.
He tangled his fingers in her hair, not pulling, just anchoring himself against the onslaught of sensation. She hummed approval, the vibration traveling straight through him, then cupped his balls in her palm—warm, sure, rolling them with gentle pressure that made his vision flicker.
"Mother…" The word came out strangled.
She released his nipple with a soft, wet sound, leaving it shiny and flushed. Her gaze dropped to his straining erection, admiration and ownership burning in equal measure. Without another word she sank lower.
Her breath ghosted over him first—hot, teasing—before the tip of her tongue flicked out to lap at the glistening head. She savored the salty droplet like fine wine, then parted her lips and took just the crown inside. Soft suction enveloped him, her tongue swirling lazy patterns along the sensitive underside. She didn't rush; she tormented—shallow dips, gentle pulls, letting him feel every millimeter of her mouth before retreating with a slick pop, only to descend again, incrementally deeper.
His hips jerked of their own accord, seeking more. She allowed it, relaxing her throat until half his length disappeared between her lips. The wet heat, the rhythmic working of her tongue, the faint scrape of teeth—she orchestrated every sensation with devastating precision. One hand continued kneading his balls; the other braced on his thigh, steadying him as she began to bob in earnest.
He braced one palm against the rough timber wall, head falling back, lost in the wet heat and suction that threatened to unravel him completely. The room had gone deathly quiet save for the obscene, rhythmic sounds of her mouth on him and his own ragged breathing. Every man present watched in mesmerized envy, but none dared move. She was performing for Aukin alone—and that knowledge only sharpened the edge of his pleasure.
She varied her rhythm mercilessly: long, slow drags that let him feel every ridge of her throat, then quick, shallow sucks focused on the head until his thighs trembled. Just as the coiling tension in his groin neared breaking point, she pulled off with a deliberate slurp, leaving him glistening and throbbing in the cool air.
A frustrated groan ripped from him.
"Not quite yet, sweet boy," she whispered, voice thick with her own arousal. Her attention shifted lower. With wicked deliberation she cradled his sac again, lifting it toward her mouth.
He froze. "Mother—?"
She answered with her tongue—slow, deliberate licks across the tender skin, then gentle suction on one ball, drawing it carefully past her lips. The shock of wet heat there made his knees nearly buckle. Pleasure spiked so sharply it bordered on pain. She lavished the same attention on the other, alternating, teasing, until his entire sac drew tight and aching.
When she finally released him, his cock jerked violently, dripping steadily onto the floorboards.
She rose then, graceful and predatory, turning so her back faced him. With unhurried elegance she bent at the waist, presenting the lush, rounded perfection of her ass to both him and the room. The silk of her discarded inner garment had long since fallen away; nothing hid the smooth curves or the shadowed cleft between.
A stunned ripple passed through the onlookers.
She glanced back at him over one shoulder, eyes blazing challenge. "Come closer, Aukin."
He obeyed instantly, hands finding the firm globes of her ass, kneading the supple flesh. She arched, pressing back into his grip.
"Feel how much they want this," she murmured. "And how only you get to take it."
He aligned himself, sliding his rigid length along the warm valley between her cheeks. The friction was exquisite—soft skin hugging him tightly as he rocked forward. She clenched deliberately, trapping him in velvet heat, drawing a guttural sound from deep in his chest.
He thrust harder, hips snapping, the wet slap of flesh against flesh echoing in the hushed room. She matched him, rolling her hips in slow, filthy circles that threatened to finish him right there.
"They're staring, Mother," he panted against her neck, inhaling the intoxicating blend of jasmine and sex that clung to her hair.
"Let them," she hissed, voice edged with dark glee. "Let them see exactly what they'll never touch."
The pressure built unbearably fast. Just as he teetered on the brink, she spun to face him, seized his shaft, and guided him straight back to her dripping entrance.
"Give it to me," she ordered, legs spreading wide. "Fill Mother again."
He drove into her in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out, nails scoring his shoulders as her inner walls clamped down like a fist. He fucked her hard—relentless, punishing strokes that slapped skin to skin, balls smacking wetly against her with every plunge.
Her head fell back, breasts bouncing wildly, mouth open in a continuous moan. "Yes—harder—Aukin—cum inside me—now!"
The command shattered him.
With a broken roar he slammed deep one final time, cock pulsing as thick ropes of semen flooded her depths. Wave after shuddering wave poured out until he was drained, trembling, clinging to her like a lifeline.
Her own climax hit seconds later—fierce, violent. Her pussy spasmed around his softening length, milking greedily. Then came the gush: a hot, forceful spray that soaked his abdomen, her thighs, the floor beneath them. She screamed his name, body convulsing, squirting in rhythmic pulses that left them both drenched and shaking.
When the aftershocks finally ebbed, she sagged against him, breath coming in shallow pants. He eased out slowly; their mingled fluids immediately trickled down her inner thighs in slow, obscene ribbons.
She lifted her head, eyes still hazy but softer now—vulnerable in a way he had almost never seen. One trembling hand rose to cup his jaw.
"Aukin…" Her voice cracked, barely above a whisper. "I love you. More than cultivation, more than eternity. I love you."
The words landed like a physical blow—in the best possible way. His arms tightened around her, crushing her to his chest as though he could fuse them together forever.
Around them the room remained frozen. Dozens of eyes burned with awe, envy, disbelief. They had watched an Immortal Earth Realm goddess unravel completely—not just in body, but in heart. And the young man she now clung to, the one she had chosen above all laws and heavens, stood taller in that moment than any sect elder ever could.
He pressed his lips to her temple, tasting salt and sweetness.
"I love you too, Mother," he murmured against her skin. "Always."
In the heavy silence that followed, something unbreakable had been forged between them—something no one in that squalid brothel, or anywhere else in the Lingwu Continent, could ever take away.