They arranged themselves.
Not by choice. By the particular gravitational pull of a man whose authority had become absolute in this sealed cave. He sat against the cave wall, his legs extended, his cock standing upright. His arms spread along the wall behind him.
Sun Mei came first. She straddled his left thigh, her pussy pressing against the muscle, her tit against his side. Her head dropped to his shoulder. She was done fighting. Not because she'd surrendered — because her body had run out of resources to fight with. Her cultivation was drained. Her muscles ached. Her pussy was swollen and raw.
Hua came next. She straddled his right thigh, her smaller body fitting against his other side, her face pressing into his neck. She had stopped crying. She had stopped protesting. She had reached the state beyond both — the flat, stunned acceptance of a woman whose body had been remade and whose mind was waiting to catch up.
