The trembling started in her meridians.
Not her muscles — her 'meridians', the cultivation pathways that ran under the flesh like rivers under ice, and when they trembled the ice trembled with them, a vibration that began at her core and propagated outward until her whole body shook with a frequency that had nothing to do with what his cock was doing inside her.
And yet had everything to do with it.
"What—" Her arms buckled. She caught herself, barely, both palms flat on the silk. "What are you doing — what is that—"
"Dual cultivation," he said, from above her. Behind her. 'Inside' her. "Don't fight it."
"I'm NOT—"
The next wave hit and the sentence dissolved.
The dual cultivation energy was moving differently now.
Before — the first time, the 'gift' — it had been a gentle flood, cultivation qi pouring through opened channels, finding new room in expanded meridians.
This was not gentle.
