CHAPTER 90: 2) WA TI NING’S MOUTH.

Her breath was cool—spirit-infused, the mark of someone with ice-aligned meridians.

She can’t help but feel a strange sensation move from her mouth to her Yin core.

Her tongue moved carefully at first... not out of ignorance, but precision licking left to right and right to left inside her.

"Saintess... You can’t do this...."

"You can’t do this... Hmmm..."

The pathetic boy tried to break free but couldn’t alas, it is what it is, better to find the right path than to think of a bad one.

She was tracing energy lines, mapping meridians from the heartbeat alone pulsing on his Yang veins that no hand could reach. Her movements weren’t crude; they were a kind of chant, a spiritual massage.

Shlurrrp* Slurrrrp* Shlurrrp*

Her mouth worked in rhythm with the slow rotations as she took his manhood deeper and deeper into her throat. The cries of the boy made her feel a little guilty but also aroused.

Her Yin Garden was wet with overflowing nectar.

Each time she took him deeper, the golden current at his core stirred.

Mmmmm* Hmmmm* ccchhh*

She hummed.

The vibration traveled from her throat into his root like thunder moving through mountain veins.

His hand fell gently onto her head, not to guide her movement, but to anchor himself, lest his soul drift too high too fast.

Wa Ti Ning closed her eyes, letting her mouth adjust to the breadth and weight of his Qi-imbued rod. Her jaw ached, but she did not falter.

Every swirl of her tongue was an invocation. Every breath through her nose, a meditation.

His taste carried iron and fire.

Her saliva turned to dew, cooling him, soothing him, while her own core stirred with Yin Qi in response.

Her legs trembled. Her own dantian swelled with energy, involuntarily receiving the Yangoverflow that his body emitted with each suppressed release.

This was not a servant pleasing her master.

This was the Song of Heaven and Earth, played on a human flute, the symphony of a poem that no profound scholar could ever write.

Yi Xin Xue watched with an intense gaze. The moment their lips met, she felt her own dantian surge with energy.

She felt her own Yin Garden throb with need.

She saw the Saintess’s hands tremble. She watched how Zhao Fan gripped the Saintess with one hand, his fingers digging into the skin as he fought to maintain control.

Yi Xin Xue’s breath quickened as she watched the Saintess’s mouth work making her own core ache with desire.

She felt a pang of jealousy towards the Saintess, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of arousal as she watched them.

She wanted to feel Zhao Fan inside her but she knew she couldn’t. Not now, at least, she needs to maintain some dignity and control. Alas, she has gone astray from cultivation to mundane womanly life.

Saintess, who was an expert in Ice Qi and could manipulate her body’s temperature, was getting hot. It wasn’t just her cheeks that were flushed, her body felt like it was on fire.

Her core was throbbing, her inner thighs were slick with her own juices, and her nipples were hard and aching for attention.

She was a Saintess, she should be above such carnal desires.

But right now, in this moment, she felt like a cheap woman yet, somehow she liked it.

Zhao Fan’s hand gripped her head tightly, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer, forcing more of his celestial length into her throat.

She gagged slightly, but she didn’t let up... She wanted to please him as he was her way of surviving this cursed domain.

She needed to please him thus, she took him deeper.

*Choke* *Gag*

slurrrrpppp* Shlurrrrp* Mmmmmmm*

She could feel him hitting the back of her throat, could feel him stretching her lips to their limits.

She could taste the pre-cum leaking from his tip, could feel it sliding down her throat.

Her hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to steady herself.

She could feel his muscles tensing beneath her fingers, could feel the power coiled within him.

It seems Young Master was close to shooting his stuff, he was close to cumming. He was close to releasing his Yang essence.

She hummed around him, sending vibrations through his length. His hips bucked slightly, forcing him deeper into her throat. Her eyes widened slightly, but she held his gaze.

"Mmmmm..." she mumbled around his length, sending another vibration through his cock.

"Be proud, you shall be blessed with my essence," he warned her, his voice low and husky.

She hummed again, but this time she didn’t pull away.

She wanted this, she wanted his cum, his Yang essence deep into her throat to show that she was a woman of her words.

"Hh..." Zhao Fan groaned, he couldn’t hold back anymore, he couldn’t stop himself so, he came.

He came with an unstoppable intensity, crashing into everything in his path like a relentless tide poised to obliterate all that lay before it.

Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!

His cum shot into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with force. She gagged slightly, but swallowed quickly.

She didn’t want to waste a single drop; she craved every last bit of him, as if each moment they shared was a precious gift bestowed upon her. She yearned to savor the entirety of his essence, to envelop herself in the warmth of his essence.

She swallowed it all, feeling his cum slide down her throat.

It was warm, salty, and slightly bitter but it was also the best thing she had ever tasted

She looked up at him, her eyes shining with desire and satisfaction, as if feeling proud, nose touchign the sky, chest high as mountains.

"Did I please you?" she asked low and sultry voice to which Young Master Zhao simply nodded.

"You did," he said while reached down and cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her swollen lips.