Dual Cultivation: I Summon Villainesses of Mythic Era

Chapter 119: Harder, I beg you~(+18)

BaiShe raised his head, his silver eyes shining with a glow of absolute possession. He slid a hand between Ling’er’s thighs, finding her garden already flooded with her own nectar, a hot and sticky substance that testified to her advanced state of arousal.

"It’s fascinating," he observed with an analytical coldness that only excited her further. "Your body reacts with such devotion... Therefore, it would be cruel to make you wait any longer."

"Your energy... it’s so... devouring..." moaned Ling’er, her golden eyes veiled with tears of pleasure as she felt BaiShe’s Qi sneak into her own meridians.

BaiShe descended from his seat to position himself between Ling’er’s legs. He lifted her robe up to her waist, exposing her secret garden, already flooded with her own nectar. The young woman’s slit was a vivid pink, her plump and throbbing lips seeming to call for contact. Without further delay, BaiShe lowered his face.

*Schlick... Schlick...*

The wet sound of his tongue exploring Ling’er’s intimacy filled the silence of the room. He tasted her essence with methodical greed, his tongue tracing firm circles around her swollen clitoris before plunging deep between her lips. Ling’er let out a heartbreaking cry, her head thrown back, her fingers digging forcefully into BaiShe’s silver hair to press him even harder against her.

"Aaaah! BaiShe! Yes... there... please...!" she cried, her body shaken by regular spasms.

*Schlick... Schlup...*

BaiShe intensified his suction, using his Lust Qi to saturate the young woman’s senses. Ling’er felt her mind sinking, her memories of regression and her hatred dissolving into an ocean of pure sensations. She was now only an instrument vibrating under her master’s fingers and tongue.

"I want to feel you... now... please, BaiShe... fill me!" she implored, her hips moving in a disordered way to seek a more solid contact.

He straightened up, getting rid of his own tunic in one fluid movement. His sculpted torso, marked by the residues of power from his past lives, offered itself to Ling’er’s burning gaze. The young woman fixed her eyes on BaiShe’s member, his imposing and veined cock that stood with a vigor that made her shiver.

"You are ready for me..." she murmured in a breath.

"It’s not me who is ready, Ling’er," replied BaiShe as he repositioned himself between her spread legs in a V.

He pressed the tip of his glans against the trembling entrance of her pussy, feeling the resistance of the still inexperienced muscles. Ling’er held her breath, her hands gripping the sheets with a force capable of tearing them. The air in the room seemed to have become rarefied, only the radiating heat of their dantians resonating remained.

"Look at me carefully," ordered BaiShe. "I want you to remember this moment as the day when your destiny stopped belonging to you to become mine."

Ling’er fixed her golden eyes into the purple pupils of her master. She saw the darkness, she saw the Demon, but she also saw her only home. She nodded, ready to abandon everything, ready to be broken by the man she hated and adored simultaneously. BaiShe then initiated a slow and inexorable thrust, starting the ritual of Dual Cultivation that would bind their souls for eternity under this indifferent sky of the lower realms.

[Ding! You had obtained 3000 luck points]

"Gyaaaaah!"

Ling’er’s cry was muffled by the voracious kiss that BaiShe imposed on her. He sank to the root, feeling his glans strike the bottom of her uterus, thus marking his territory in the Qilin princess’s body. He remained still for a moment, savoring the stifling heat that enveloped him.

"You are so tight, Ling’er..." he murmured against her lips. "It looks like your body was forged only to welcome my dragon."

He began his back-and-forth movements, first slow and deep, then faster and faster.

*Plap! Plap! Plap!*

The sound of their skins colliding resonated like carnal applause. BaiShe seized Ling’er’s slender hips, his thumbs sinking into her tender flesh to hold her firmly while he hammered her with animal vigor. Ling’er was in a trance, her legs wrapped around BaiShe’s waist, her nails scratching his back as she endured the assault.

"Yes... destroy me... make me your thing... ahhh!" she panted, her voice breaking under the intensity of the successive orgasms that ran through her.

Every centimeter that sank deeper into her seemed to erase a little more the barriers she had erected. The sensation of fullness was overwhelming, almost painful in its perfection. Her uterus throbbed around the thick glans, as if it were instinctively trying to suck him further, to keep him prisoner inside her forever.

"Haaa... haaa... it’s too... too big..." she gasped between two voracious kisses, her lips swollen and reddened by BaiShe’s incessant assault.

He did not respond with words. Instead, he tightened his grip on her hips and delivered a powerful thrust, making their pelvises slap against each other with a wet sound. Ling’er’s body jerked violently on the sheets, her heavy breasts bouncing to the rhythm of the impact. A high-pitched, almost animal cry escaped from her throat.

BaiShe then began a slow but implacable rhythm: he withdrew almost entirely, leaving only his crowned glans at the soaked entrance, before plunging back to the hilt in one fluid and powerful movement.

BaiShe’s Lust Qi continued to pour into her like a torrent. It no longer just saturated the air; it circulated directly through their carnal connection, infiltrating the young woman’s meridians, stimulating every sensitive point, every erotic nerve she didn’t know she possessed. Ling’er felt her Qilin Physique react violently, her divine lineage amplifying every sensation until it became almost unbearable.

"BaiShe... ahn! ... stronger... I beg you..." she moaned, her usually haughty tsundere voice completely broken, reduced to lascivious pleas.

BaiShe smiled against her neck, his teeth grazing the tender skin before biting lightly, leaving a red mark that would soon turn blue. He accelerated the rhythm, moving from a measured back-and-forth to more brutal, deeper thrusts.

*Plap! Plap! Plap!*

The wet and obscene sound of their bodies colliding now filled the entire room, accompanied by Ling’er’s increasingly uncontrollable moans.