The dark vacuum bubble floated in the place where the Secret Realm of Stagnant Water had once existed. The dead, icy air was kept at bay solely by the formidable gravity emanating from the man in the charcoal‑gray tunic.
A few meters away, Yù Qíng smiled languidly. The priestess raised her right hand, the spatial ring on her finger glowing with a subtle pulse. Bending the empty space, she materialized an immense, round bed of black wood, lined with layer after layer of scarlet velvet and soft silk pillows.
"Come, sisters," Yù Qíng murmured, her perfectly bare, immaculate feet touching the sheets as she settled spaciously and comfortably on the opposite edge of the bed.
Yù Méi wasted no time. The youngest sprawled on the velvet, laying her head directly on Yù Qíng's lap, crossing her bare legs beneath the slit of her golden dress with a satisfied sigh. Mò Yán, her face flushed with a constant febrile blush, settled beside them. The diplomat leaned her soft shoulder against Yù Méi's arm, the three forming a nucleus of pure female comfort, sensual and complicit, ready to witness the birth of the newest member of their altar.
At the center of the dark dust of the void, Bái Wǎn trembled.
The twenty‑two‑year‑old girl was curled up, her thin arms hugging her own ribs. Her old robes had turned to dust in the forging. She was completely naked. Her petite frame of exactly 1.56 meters was a divinely sculpted masterpiece; her immaculate porcelain skin glowed in the dim light, adorned with a natural, soft pink flush on her cheeks. Her hair, now a rich, deep ocean blue, fell like a cascade of liquid silk, dragging across the dark floor.
But despite her unreal beauty, Bái Wǎn felt only agony. An excruciating, hollow, desperate void throbbed deep in her lower belly, where her former Sea of Qi had been obliterated. Her new Primordial Water Physique demanded a center. Demanded filling.
Zhì Yuǎn stopped before her.
The god unfastened the knot of his tunic. The heavy charcoal‑gray silk fell to the dark floor, revealing his broad, sculpted, warm chest. His dark trousers could not hide the colossal, throbbing density of his awakened manhood, forged by the hunger of his universe.
Zhì Yuǎn leaned down. With a gentleness that absurdly contrasted with the strength capable of crushing stars, he slid his right arm behind the girl's pale knees and his left arm around her back. He lifted her from the dark floor with the ease of someone lifting a feather.
Bái Wǎn gasped, her small breasts brushing against his warm, bare chest. Instinctively, she hid her face in the curve of the man's neck, her thin arms wrapping around his broad shoulders. Her long, monumental mantle of blue hair swayed in the air as he carried her.
He walked to the immense round bed. With absolute delicacy, Zhì Yuǎn deposited the naked young woman onto the scarlet velvet.
The contrast of Bái Wǎn's immaculate porcelain skin against the red sheets was a stunning painting. She sank into the softness, her brown eyes overflowing with the purified blue of Primordial Water, fixed on him in pure, blind adoration.
Zhì Yuǎn knelt on the bed, hovering over her. He raised his large, calloused hand. He took a lock of the girl's long blue hair, brought the liquid silk strands to his face, and inhaled deeply.
"It smells of untouched oceans," he murmured, his warm, ozone‑scented breath hitting the girl's flushed face. "A perfectly clean canvas."
"Ahhn… G‑God…" Bái Wǎn sobbed, her melodious voice failing in a thin whimper. The mere proximity of his volcanic Yang against her newly forged body sent an electric shock to her empty core.
He leaned in, and the worship began.
The man's warm lips touched her forehead with reverence. Then they descended. They kissed the tip of her small, perfectly formed nose, and then her soft, flushed cheeks. Bái Wǎn gasped, her chest rising and falling unevenly. Zhì Yuǎn fastened his mouth on her pale neck, sucking the soft skin with a sweet yet possessive force, until he left a red, undeniable mark on the untouched porcelain. The seal of his possession.
"Mnn! Please…" the girl whimpered, her small hands gripping his strong arms, intoxicated.
He continued to descend. His warm mouth traced her delicate collarbone and found the young woman's small, round breasts. Zhì Yuǎn did not use his hands; he simply took the pink, swollen nipple into his mouth, sucking the sensitive flesh with a wet, dominating rhythm.
"AAH! God… what is that… ahhn!" Bái Wǎn screamed, her neck thrown back against the velvet.
The void in her belly short‑circuited. The contrast between the massive hands encircling her and the mouth worshipping her fragile body pushed her biology to its limit. Without him even touching her soaked intimacy, the first climax struck her. Bái Wǎn trembled from head to toe, a jet of thick nectar running down her thighs, staining the scarlet sheet beneath her.
Zhì Yuǎn released her breast with a wet pop, his dark eyes gleaming at the girl's absolute surrender. He slid his hands along her ribs, over her thin, immaculate thighs, until he reached Bái Wǎn's delicate feet.
He lifted one of her porcelain feet. His hand covered the girl's entire ankle. With maddening slowness, he kissed the arch of her foot, his warm tongue tracing the sensitive curve of her skin, before lightly biting her heel with a wondering predation.
"NGH! No… ah! I can't take it… it hurts so much, the emptiness, God…" she whimpered the words, tears wetting her cheeks, her small body arching violently against the silk. The second orgasm seized her nervous system merely from the wet veneration those kisses caused on her feet and calves. She wept in pure carnal confusion, an innocent drowned in her own newborn body, begging for a relief she did not know.
Kneeling between the young woman's legs, Zhì Yuǎn pulled her hips toward him. His colossal, incandescent shaft brushed against the girl's narrow, soaked entrance.
Bái Wǎn's entire body shuddered. The cold of the moisture running down her thighs met the heat of a star radiating from him. The absence of her former Sea of Qi was an open wound that throbbed. She did not understand the mechanics of the flesh; her innocence blinded her to the details of what was about to happen, but the biological instinct for survival screamed in pure despair.
She raised both trembling hands, gripping the man's strong wrists. Her light‑blue irises overflowed with thick tears, and her full lips trembled.
"God…" Bái Wǎn sobbed, her voice thin and reedy with urgency. She did not know the politics of bonds; to her, the entity before her was the beginning and end of everything. "It's so empty… it hurts so much… please, God, fill me… make the pain stop…"
Zhì Yuǎn watched her. His eyes gleamed with a dense, warm, incredibly affectionate heat. He did not see her as a mere vessel, but as a work of art that demanded to be sealed.
"I will give you the entire ocean, Wǎn'er," he murmured, his deep voice vibrating in the air, brushing against the young woman's skin like warm velvet. "You are sculpted perfection. Let me transform you into my goddess completely."
He pushed. Only the beginning.
"AAH!"
Bái Wǎn choked. Her small, frail body locked up, her tiny nails desperately digging into the scarlet velvet sheets, pulling the fabric until it nearly tore. The pain of the invasion was sharp, her untouched mortal flesh being stretched by a volume that seemed impossible to contain. But Zhì Yuǎn did not force everything at once. He held his own weight with absolute gentleness, advancing millimeter by millimeter.
And then, the magic of divine biology happened. As soon as the head of his shaft crossed the barrier and touched the depths of her belly, the agonizing void that tormented her found matter.
The pain was instantly obliterated by overwhelming relief. The thermal contact activated the nerves of her new Primordial Water Physique. Bái Wǎn arched her back, her neck thrown back, and the first orgasm of penetration swallowed her like a tidal wave. Her inner walls suffered crushing spasms, sucking his member inward in a blind need to be filled.
"Ahhn… mnn… my God!" she whimpered, drooling, tears of pain transforming into tears of pure ecstasy.
He sank to the base, anchoring his hips against her porcelain skin. He lowered his torso, kissing her full, wet lips, savoring her trembling sighs.
"So beautiful," the god whispered against her mouth, his long fingers caressing the girl's flushed, soft cheeks. "Your skin shines like moonlight on water. There is nothing purer in the world than you now."
Zhì Yuǎn's rhythm began.
The thrusts were not the brutal thuds he used with Yù Méi. They were slow, deep, constant waves. He withdrew almost completely before plunging again, allowing the primordial water of her body to lubricate the friction perfectly.
With each advance, the girl's celestial beauty seemed to deepen. The long mantle of blue hair spread across the red sheets, shimmering with emerald reflections with each soft impact of the man's hips.
"Mnn… aaah… God…" Bái Wǎn moaned with each withdrawal, her thin fingers loosening their grip on the velvet to grasp his strong arms. The tender friction mixed the lethal aura of the drop of water he had injected with the fire of his own being.
He kissed her closed eyelids, descending to her pale neck.
"My goddess of serenity," Zhì Yuǎn praised, his baritone reverent, filling the girl's void and her very soul. "So sweet. So perfect."
The adoration in his words was a spell. The second climax tore through Bái Wǎn's throat, making her small jade body tremble uncontrollably beneath him. "AAHH!"
He continued, the rhythm becoming slightly firmer as her inner walls molded to his thickness. Bái Wǎn's body had no brutal martial resistances. It was pure receptivity. With each praise, each wet kiss planted on her full, salty lips wet with tears, a new peak of pleasure struck her.
"Ahhn… Ngh… yes…" she babbled, blind from the torrent of endorphins. "my God… only my God…"
The third orgasm. The fourth came immediately after, hooked into the same long, panting sigh, the girl's small porcelain legs wrapping around the man's waist, her little feet crossing over his broad back in a desperate embrace.
Zhì Yuǎn admired the divine painting forming beneath him. The rosy cheeks, the blue eyes rolled back, the half‑open mouth sighing his authority in a trance of passionate submission. He increased the depth, the intention of his Inner Universe finally touching the core of the elemental matter stored within the young woman.
"AAAHHH! GOD!" the fifth climax obliterated her. Bái Wǎn lightly scratched his back, her small body arching so high that her small, perfect bust rubbed against her husband's chest. She no longer knew where her own flesh ended and where his energy began.
Sixth orgasm. The girl's liquid Yin already soaked Zhì Yuǎn's thighs, the pure moisture of the ocean gushing like a crystalline fountain. The sweetness of that body addicted him, the blind innocence of the surrender warming the infinite void of his own dantian.
On the other side of the immense round bed, the trinity's dynamic flowed. Yù Qíng affectionately slid her fingers through Yù Méi's blonde hair, smiling from the corner of her lips as she watched the youngest gasp in empathy at what she saw. Beside them, Mò Yán hid half her face behind Yù Méi's shoulder, the febrile, scandalous flush betraying the tension the spectacle imposed on her own body.
"The foundation is ready, my pure flower," the god warned, his breathing finally heavy, sweat covering his sculpted face as he kissed Bái Wǎn's full lips one last time. "Receive your husband."
Zhì Yuǎn's ultimate thrust merged with Bái Wǎn's seventh and most violent orgasm of penetration.
"AAAAAHHH! MY GOD!"
The young woman's melodious scream echoed in the void at the exact moment he sank to the base and discharged. Zhì Yuǎn's volcanic seed spurted into the goddess's depths, mixing the pure golden Primordial Qi with the elemental remnants of Primordial Water he had sealed within her. The crushing heat filled every millimeter of the girl's painful void, colliding and merging into an absolute conceptual amalgam.
Bái Wǎn's dantian forged itself in a blue and golden explosion. It ceased to be a shattered glass cup and was reborn as a gigantic, untouched Sea of Law, anchored forever under the aegis of the Law of Serenity.
The young woman gasped against his chest, her thin arms squeezing the man's shoulders as her blue eyes overflowed with final tears of relief and pure carnal happiness. She was filled. She was whole. And, nestled under her god's weight, the girl who had embraced the universe finally found her own ocean of peace.
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