"Take it!" Shen Yu roared, his voice cracking with raw, primal intensity.
He slammed his hips forward one last time, burying himself to the absolute hilt. The impact was visceral, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the quiet room as he crushed his pubic bone against hers with bruising force. He anchored himself deep, ensuring not a single drop would be wasted.
"AAAAHHH!"
Lixue screamed, her head thrown back against the pillow, her neck muscles straining as her toes curled painfully.
The floodgates shattered.
Shen Yu erupted inside her. It was a torrential release, a volcanic discharge far more potent and voluminous than what he had given her before. Thick, scalding ropes of pure Yang Essence shot directly against her sensitive cervix, flooding her womb instantly.
Pulse. Splurt. Pulse.
Every jet of essence felt like liquid fire invading her core.
"Oh gods... it's so hot... you're filling me!" Lixue sobbed, her hands clawing at his back, leaving red welts on his skin. "It's too much... Shen Yu..!"
Triggered by the invasion of his heat and the overwhelming fullness stretching her insides, she shattered as well. Her inner walls convulsed violently, clamping down on him in a rhythmic, spasmodic grip, milking him desperately as she climaxed in sync with him.
As his essence filled her, the Primordial Yin-Yang Scripture reached its crescendo. The loop was complete. Her pure, maiden Yin Qi rushed into him like a cooling river, while his Yang Essence took root in her.
For a long time, the only sound in the room was their ragged, synchronized breathing and the wet, slick sounds of their joined bodies.
Lixue lay limp beneath him, her chest heaving, her eyes unfocused and glazed. Every muscle in her body twitched with the aftershocks of the orgasm. She was completely broken open, her mind a white static of bliss.
Shen Yu remained buried deep inside her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, refusing to withdraw.
He didn't pull out. Instead, he gave small, reflexive thrusts, tiny, grinding movements that rubbed the sensitive head of his member against her swollen cervix.
"Nngh... ah..." Lixue moaned weakly with every twitch, her sensitivity dialed up to an excruciating degree. "Don't move... please..."
Slowly, the roar of the technique in Shen Yu's mind faded. He stopped the active circulation of the Primordial Yin-Yang Scripture, allowing the energy to settle.
The blinding, supernatural radiance in his eyes dimmed. They settled back into their natural, molten gold, a deep, mesmerizing amber that marked him as something far more dangerous than a mortal man.
He relaxed his muscles, collapsing slightly onto her, but he kept his cock lodged firmly inside her womb, acting as a plug to keep the precious Yang Essence from leaking out.
He closed his golden eyes, turning his gaze inward.
He inspected his dantian and the complex network of spirit channels.
He looked upon the Broken Meridians, the cruel, congenital defect that had cursed the original Shen Yu since the day he was born. His pathways were naturally withered, disconnected like a drought-stricken riverbed. It was a body that Heaven had rejected.
But now, amidst that congenital ruin, there was fresh construction.
The Yin Qi he had harvested from Lixue's maidenhood was potent, far purer than the ambient energy he had tasted before. It acted like a divine nectar, a torrential flood crashing through a drought-stricken canyon, forcing the withered, disconnected channels to expand, fuse, and flow once more.
When the Primordial Yin-Yang Scripture had first activated on its own, merely grazing the surface of the energy in the room, it had healed less than a fraction of a percent. It had been a drop in the bucket.
But this... this was a river.
'Nine percent,' Shen Yu calculated, a surge of dark, intoxicated triumph washing over his soul. 'In a single session, I have repaired nine percent of my natural defect.'
He exhaled a long breath of satisfaction, opening his eyes to look at the girl who had made it possible.
Lixue was looking up at him. Her face was flushed a deep, messy red, her hair plastered to her cheeks with sweat. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, and her legs were still draped heavily over his waist, keeping him locked inside.
They lay there for a minute, the silence heavy, wet, and intimate.
But the Primordial Yin-Yang Scripture was a gluttonous art. The moment Shen Yu felt the repair finish, his body demanded more fuel. The lingering effects of the Crimson Nectar on his thumb, which was still pressing into her hip, and the scent of her arousal triggered him instantly.
Inside her warm, wet sheath, Shen Yu began to grow.
Lixue's eyes widened slightly. She felt it. The member that had just softened was now swelling, hardening, expanding back to its full, terrifying size. She felt the texture of him smoothing out as he engorged, stretching her walls once again, filling the space that had just begun to relax.
"Oh..." she gasped, her breath hitching as the fullness returned, sharper this time.
Shen Yu pulled back slightly, just an inch, before sliding back in to test the friction. The sound was lewd, a wet squelch that made Lixue shiver.
"Ready for round two?" he whispered, his voice dark and hungry, his golden pupils constricting like a predator's.
Lixue didn't shy away. She didn't blush in shame. The innocence of the girl who had walked into the room was gone, burned away by the pleasure and the aphrodisiac. In her place was a woman who had tasted the forbidden fruit and found it sweet.
She looked at him with eyes that held no modesty, only a hazy, drug-fueled desire. She arched her back, grinding herself against him.
"Yes," she breathed, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist to pull him deeper. "More. Fill me up again."
Shen Yu smirked.
He reactivated the Primordial Yin-Yang Scripture. The vortex spun to life in his lower abdomen.
He grabbed her hips, his grip bruising, and began to move. This time, there was no hesitation, no need to break barriers. He established a brutal, rhythmic pace, the slapping of skin and the wet sounds of their coupling filling the room once more as he harvested her Yin for a second time.
Hours later, the room fell silent.
The rune lanterns had dimmed to a faint ember glow.
Shen Yu collapsed onto the bed, pulling the silk quilt over them. He didn't clean up. He didn't separate from her. He shifted to his side, pulling Lixue against his chest, her back to his front, spooning her.
Even in sleep, he remained inside her, his softening member still buried deep within her warmth, ensuring that throughout the night, their connection remained unbroken. Lixue let out a soft, contented sigh, snuggling backward into his embrace, and within seconds, they both fell into a deep, restorative slumber.