Outside the icy chamber…
Each cycle of Lan An's Thunder Flame release and retraction vaporized swathes of Extreme Ice. After prolonged cultivation, the ice was nearly gone.
Yet, the Extreme Ice forged by the Peak Tribulation Realm Extreme Ice Demon Monarch was formidable, a supreme tool for body tempering, rivaling even Strange Flames.
Lan An's body cultivation soared, breaking through two minor realms from Early Fifth Transformation to Late Fifth Transformation, aligning with his Late Spirit Transformation spiritual cultivation.
"This is the power of Late Fifth Transformation?" he marveled.
His skin thrummed with vitality, immense energy coursing through his muscles. His body felt light, agile, yet brimming with extraordinary strength.
Satisfied, Lan An rose, ready to enter the next gate.
Suddenly, a breathtaking figure pounced like a lioness. Mid Body Unity power surged, pinning him to the ground in an instant.
A cool, fragrant scent filled his nose. Stunned, Lan An stared as Hua Qing Zhu straddled him, her actions bewildering.
"Lan An, I… I need you… desperately!" she gasped.
Her cheeks flushed, eyes glistening with desire, breath hot and rapid. Her tongue traced her rosy lips, her ample bosom heaving, radiating irresistible allure.
"She's… in heat? Overcome with lust?" Lan An jolted, recognizing the familiar signs. He hadn't anticipated the Monarch's final trap.
Hua Qing Zhu's state was a hundred times worse than A Lian Ya's. For a cold, lofty Mid Body Unity fairy to succumb to such primal desire, the poison must be unimaginable.
Still, he had to try. "Hold on, I'll detoxify you with Thunder Flame!" he urged.
Though uncertain of its efficacy, it was worth attempting.
Her grip pinned him, immobile. Hua Qing Zhu's soft, sweet tongue roamed his face.
"There's no time… less than half an hour… take me now!" she pleaded, shaking her head. Without union, her body would burn to ash.
Her dantian blazed like a bomb ready to erupt.
"Young Master, there's no other way. The Tribulation Lust Poison's time is nearly up. Without union, she'll die," Jin Ni confirmed.
Lan An's eyes narrowed, Bai Lian Hua's angelic image flashing in his mind. He sighed, resigned.
Hua Qing Zhu reached her limit. Her power flared, shredding their clothes to fragments.
Her flawless body bared again, Lan An's body reacted instantly. Her relentless licking and orchid-like breath quickened his pulse.
At nearly nine feet, Lan An's chiseled frame gleamed—muscles taut, veins pulsing, skin pristine from repeated body reforging.
Below, his proud member stood defiant, brushing against her silky thighs.
His perfect physique was a spark to Hua Qing Zhu's inflamed soul.
Her lower body, drenched since the poison's onset, burned with crimson eyes. Foregoing foreplay, she succumbed to primal instinct.
Parting her thighs, she pressed him down, grasping his rigid length.
"Hiss…" Her jade-like fingers, paired with her regal status, drew a sharp breath from Lan An.
Before he could react, she sank down fiercely.
Thrust!
"Hngh… bliss!" they groaned in unison.
His unyielding shaft pierced her sacred valley, her pink folds clinging tightly.
Hua Qing Zhu's brow furrowed briefly in pain, but her eyes gleamed with satisfaction. She gazed at the man beneath her, lustful and enchanting.
Pleasure overwhelmed her first-time discomfort.
Lan An felt her tight, warm, moist embrace—a sublime sensation that tensed his body.
Yet, he had no time to savor it. Shock widened his eyes at their union.
From her rosy crevice, virgin blood trickled, staining the ground. He'd felt a thin barrier break upon entry.
"A virgin?" he stammered, dumbfounded.
The Empress of the Ninth-Grade White Sand Dynasty, mother of the Little Princess… a virgin?
Utterly absurd.
Hua Qing Zhu ignored his thoughts.
Like a goddess astride him, her swan-like neck arched, collarbone exquisite, her bountiful peaks—rivaling Yan Yue Qi's—adorned with sacred ruby crests.
Her willow-slim waist flowed into voluptuous hips, forming a divine curve.
Those perfect hips pinned him, his shaft buried deep in her sacred depths, platinum wisps tinged with blood.
Oblivious to his shock, her feminine instincts demanded more.
"Stay still!" she commanded.
Flinging back her platinum hair, she declared her dominance, lifting her hips.
As his length nearly slipped free, only the tip remained, gripped by her folds.
Slap!
She slammed down, hard.
"Hiss…"
The intense friction against countless sensitive nerves drew a moan from her.
Lan An fared no better, driven wild. With no retreat, he tried flipping her to take control.
"Stay down! I'm… enjoying this…" she purred, pinning him with a soft hum, her superior strength overwhelming. She continued her relentless ride.
Lan An felt humiliated, a plaything to this haughty woman, unable to overpower her.
Resigned, he reached up, seizing her majestic peaks, kneading them into countless shapes.
"Mmm, harder!" she demanded, her desire insatiable, urging more force.
His excitement surged, pinching her crimson tips, leaving faint marks on her snowy mounds.
Lowering herself, she made it easier for him to ravage her.
Their eyes locked, burning with primal lust.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Flesh collided in the silent space.
As the Tribulation Lust Poison's time passed, Hua Qing Zhu emerged unscathed, moaning in ecstasy.
Suddenly, a pink glow flared at their union, a cherry blossom-shaped Tribulation Lust Mark forming on her forehead, enhancing her allure.
Lan An sensed a mystic bond, her dependence on him sealed.
Grinning, he noted her dominance. "Lie down. My turn," he growled.
"Hmph, I'm not done…" she retorted, reveling in her ride.
The mark blazed, her body igniting with intensified desire. Her core clenched, skin flushing, her mind compelled to obey.
Her perfect form flipped, yielding to him.
"She's bound by your Tribulation Lust Mark, a true love slave. Disobedience triggers overwhelming lust," Jin Ni explained, amused by the Monarch's unintended gift.
Lan An, thrilled, wasted no time. Pressing her soft body down, he hoisted her flawless legs over his shoulders, aligning his shaft with her drenched crevice.
Schlick…
A slick sound echoed as her warm, tight depths enveloped him, a vortex of flesh gripping him.
Unable to hold back, he thrust fiercely.
"Ah… mmm… so good… indescribable…" Hua Qing Zhu moaned, eyes hazy, lips gasping, unrestrained.
Her cries filled the space. Seeing her parted lips, Lan An mischievously kissed her.
"Mmph…" Her first kiss widened her eyes, his tongue exploring her sweet, cool mouth.
"So sweet, so fragrant… nectar pales beside your lips," he teased via transmission, entwining their tongues.
Her valley impaled, mouth claimed, breasts kneaded—she ascended to bliss.
Gifted in intimacy, she rocked her hips to meet his deepest thrusts, clumsily returning his kiss.
They drowned in passion.
"AAAAH, ecstasy!" she cried.
After countless thrusts, her climax erupted, her first release shaking her violently, panting in satisfaction.
Lan An felt her core's fierce contractions, yet he remained unspent, still rigid.
Her first time left her exhausted. He kept himself within her tight depths, pulling her into his arms.
Tenderly, he licked the sweat from her smooth face, gently tidying her disheveled golden hair.
Like a shy maiden, Hua Qing Zhu, nearly eight feet tall, nestled into his chest, avoiding his gaze.
Knowing her embarrassment, he caressed her voluptuous hips, savoring their divine elasticity.
Inhaling his masculine scent, she closed her eyes, relishing his care.
"Should I thank the Extreme Ice Demon Monarch?" he teased.
"You… dare say that?" she huffed, nipping his chest.
Her gentle bite, against his Late Fifth Transformation body, felt pleasant. He grinned.
"This time, you got the better deal. No more after this!" she declared.
"Oh? Better deal? I was the one ravished! You're the lustful predator!" he protested, feigning tears like a wronged bride.
"Shameless!" she fumed, unable to retort.
Recalling her dominance, her cheeks burned, still filled by him.
With her Mid Body Unity resolve, she vowed, "I'll avoid him after this. It never happened!"
Their bond was too new, too shallow. Bai Lian Hua loomed as a barrier.
Sensing her thoughts, Lan An chuckled, "You're not Lian Hua's real mother. Why the hesitation?"
She bristled. "Who's not her mother? I carried Xiao Hua for nine months and ten days!"
His expression turned odd. His hand roamed her sensitive area, teasing her platinum wisps. "Then why are you still…?"
"Xiao Hua was born by cesarean!" she snapped, biting her lip.
Realization dawned. As a Mid Body Unity expert, her scars would vanish, explaining her intact state.
"Your relationship with Bai Sa seems… complicated," he muttered, irked that his woman bore another's title, though he sensed deeper truths.
Amused by his jealousy, she laughed. "You cuckolded him and still feel jealous? Aren't you afraid Bai Sa would spit blood if he knew?"
"Fair point!" Lan An nodded, stroking his chin.
"Point your head, you ghost! Let me go!" She tried rising, her desire now manageable.
Would he let her escape? This irresponsible woman wanted to wipe the slate clean after ravishing him. He wasn't done.
"Get down, hips up!" he smirked wickedly.
"Damn you!"
The cherry blossom mark flared, forcing her voluptuous form to kneel, presenting her round hips.
Mortified, she complied, unable to resist.
Smack!
Her hips rippled under his hand, the elasticity thrilling him.
"You… shameless!" she cursed, outraged he dared spank her.
Pop!
Laughing, he gripped her hips, his shaft targeting her lush valley, thrusting deep.
"Mmm!" she moaned, their bodies plunging back into ecstasy.