The single syllable hung in the frozen air like a blade—"Wei—"
Lin Xue's lips had barely parted to finish it when Wei Chen crushed his mouth over hers. His kiss was brutal, desperate, his tongue forcing its way past her teeth to claim every inch of her warmth. She stiffened for a heartbeat, frost qi flaring in protest, but then melted against him, her gloved hands clutching the front of his torn robes. The Frost-Eater's cold influence recoiled from the sudden heat, the black sun brand on his chest searing in angry protest.
He broke the kiss only long enough to growl against her lips. "Don't you dare say it. Not while that thing is listening."
Lin Xue's blue eyes were wide, pupils blown with fear and something hotter. "It… it was pulling the word out of me. Like threads in my throat."
Wei Chen's hands slid down to grip her waist, yanking her flush against the rigid length straining his pants. His overload was spiking again, Nine-Suns Yang roaring through his veins, demanding release. "Then we give it something else to choke on."
Su Mei leaned against the cracked coffin wall several paces away, crimson silks clinging to sweat-slick skin, her demon markings pulsing. Black bled into her irises for a moment before she blinked it back. "Hurry, little dragon. The door is listening to everything."
Wei Chen didn't need more encouragement. He spun Lin Xue around, pressing her back to his chest, one hand sliding up to cup her breast through her white robes while the other yanked the fabric aside. Cool air kissed her bare thigh; his burning palm followed immediately after. She gasped as his fingers found her already soaked, slick folds parting easily for him.
"You're dripping for me, Xue'er," he rasped into her ear, teeth grazing the lobe. "Even when death is watching."
"Shut up and take me," she hissed, but her hips rolled back against his cock, seeking. "I choose this. I choose you."
He freed himself with impatient tugs, thick shaft springing hot and heavy against her ass. One thrust and he was inside her—deep, sudden, stretching her frozen channel with molten Yang. Lin Xue cried out, walls clenching around the invasion, frost qi swirling wildly before it began to drink his fire greedily. He didn't give her time to adjust; he pulled back and slammed home again, setting a punishing rhythm.
Each thrust drove moans from her throat. "Wei Chen—ah—Wei Chen—" She said his name deliberately now, anchoring them both, turning the weapon the Frost-Eater wanted into their own blade.
The black sun brand flared gold at the edges, fighting the cold pull. Wei Chen reached around to circle her swollen clit, fingers rough. "Come for me, Xue'er. Milk my cock. Seal the door with your pleasure."
She shattered on the next thrust, back arching, a silent scream as her core spasmed and gushed around him. The surge of Yin essence flooded his meridians, cooling and refining the overload just enough for him to think clearly. He followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and spilling thick ropes of Yang seed deep inside her. The release burned through both of them—her curse retreating, his brand quieting to a dull throb.
They stayed locked together, panting. His cock still pulsed inside her, half-hard already. Lin Xue turned her head, lips brushing his jaw. "Again. It's not enough. The crack is still widening."
Wei Chen pulled out slowly, seed trickling down her thigh, and spun her to face him. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping his waist as he pinned her against the stone wall beside the coffin fissure. This time he entered her slow and deliberate, watching every flicker of pleasure cross her proud face.
"Look at me," he commanded. "Say it."
"Wei Chen," she breathed, eyes locked on his. "My Wei Chen. I choose every inch of you inside me."
He rolled his hips in deep circles, grinding against her deepest spot until she was clawing his shoulders and sobbing his name again. Their second climax hit together—her walls fluttering, his seed flooding her once more. The bond rope between them glowed brighter, frost and fire weaving tighter.
But the Frost-Eater laughed, low and hungry, through the widening crack. Gold-black eye glaring.
Su Mei staggered forward, black fully swallowing her eyes now. "It's… using me next," she whispered, voice layered with something ancient.
Wei Chen lowered Lin Xue gently, both of them still trembling. He turned to the demoness. "Then we anchor you the same way."
Su Mei's smile was sharp even under the possession. "You think your cock can burn me clean, dragon?"
"I know it can," he said, stepping close. "But only if you want it."
Her clawed hand shot to his throat—then softened, sliding down his chest instead. "I want it," she snarled. "Fuck the thing out of me."
He tore her crimson silks away in one motion, exposing full breasts and the glowing demon marks that crawled over her skin like living tattoos. She dropped to her knees without prompting, mouth watering as she took his slick length—still coated in Lin Xue's essence—between her lips. She sucked hard, tongue swirling, demonic qi trying to drain him, but he threaded fingers through her hair and thrust deeper, controlling the pace.
Lin Xue watched, fingers idly circling her own clit, frost qi steady for the first time in days. "Make her scream your name too," she said, voice husky.
Wei Chen pulled Su Mei up, bent her over a broken altar stone, and drove into her from behind in one brutal stroke. Her demonic channel was scorching and tight, corruption qi writhing around his shaft, trying to bind him. He slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. "Fight it, Mei. Feel me instead."
She pushed back against every thrust, moaning filth in demonic tongue until it dissolved into broken gasps of "Wei Chen—yes—harder—". He reached under to pinch and roll her clit, pounding relentlessly until she came with a shriek, black bleeding from her eyes like ink in water. He filled her seconds later, Yang seed scorching through the corruption, forcing it back.
The coffin wall shuddered but did not widen further. For now.
Wei Chen pulled out, breathing hard. Both women leaned against him, legs shaking, his seed glistening on their thighs.
The Frost-Eater's eye narrowed. A new crack spider-webbed across the stone—this one shaped like a mouth.
And from inside, a voice that sounded exactly like Lin Xue whispered, "Go."
To be Continued
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