The thermal assault of the Nine Yin Lunar Phoenix was relentless. Meng Yan leaned over him, her emerald hair a curtain of silk that smelled of jasmine and sweat, her eyes burning with the fire of a woman who had finally found her true purpose.

"Is the temperature to your liking, my Lord?" she whispered into his mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the seam of his lips before she plunged back into a deep, soul-consuming kiss.

Slap...Slap...Slap...Squelch.....

She began to pick up the pace, her hips moving in a blurring, circular grind. The sensation was a chaotic masterpiece; one second Shen Yu felt like he was being forged in the heart of a star, the next he was being preserved in a tomb of eternal ice.

Meng Yan reached down, her fingers digging into the muscle of his thighs to pull him deeper into her, her internal walls rippling with a rhythmic, pulsing suction that felt like a thousand tiny mouths worshiping him at once.

"Ah! Yes... Yu’er... feel me!" she cried out, her voice becoming a melodic, high-pitched scream.

Shen Yu’s golden eyes darkened, the predator within finally pushed to the brink. He reached up, his hands catching her by the waist, his thumbs digging into her hip bones. He wasn’t content to just let her lead anymore.

He met every downward stroke with a violent, upward surge, his strength as a cultivator meeting her Golden Core power in a clash of pure carnal force.

Slap...Slap...Slap...

The wet, slapping sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, drowning out the soft gasps of Lixue and Xu Yi. Meng Yan was tossing her head back, her neck arched into a beautiful, strained line, her emerald hair whipping around her.

"I’m... I’m going to... Ahhhhh!"

"Then take it all, Matriarch!" Shen Yu roared.

He gripped her by the hips and delivered five rapid-fire, bone-shaking thrusts that bottomed out with sickening force. With a final, guttural shout, Shen Yu erupted. He flooded her with a pressurized torrent of hot essence, the sheer volume of it making Meng Yan’s eyes go wide.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

She let out a final, shattered moan that shook the very air, her body locking into a rigid, trembling arch as she took the full weight of his seed.

She collapsed onto his chest, a broken, panting mess, but Shen Yu didn’t linger in the afterglow.

While Meng Yan was still catching her breath, Shen Yu reached out with a lightning-fast hand and grabbed Xu Yi by the arm. The Abyssal Flood Dragon girl had been sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes wide with lingering jealousy, her own hand working between her legs.

Without a word of warning, Shen Yu reached out and hauled Xu Yi toward the center of the bed. He flipped her onto her hands and knees with ease, his fingers digging into her love handles with a bruising force that made her wince and let out a sharp, sharp cry.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh...."

Before she could even draw a breath to gasp, he aligned himself and drove into her. His length, still dangerously chilled from the lunar frost of Meng Yan’s internal cold, felt like a blade of ice piercing through her heat. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

The sudden, freezing intrusion sent a shock of absolute sensation through her system as he buried himself to the hilt in one brutal, uncompromising stroke.

Squelch.

"Eyaaaaah!"

Xu Yi’s back arched violently, her spine snapping into a sharp bow as her fingers clawed frantically at the silk sheets.

The contrast of his icy girth against her core triggered her dragon-bloodline instantly; her internal muscles began to ripple like a serpent’s coil, pulsing in desperate, rhythmic waves.

She wasn’t just taking him; her body was struggling to mold its own anatomy around the sudden, massive intrusion, trying to thaw the sovereign ice within her with the fire of her own submission.

Lixue, who had been waiting with a flushed face and trembling hands, let out a soft, pained pout.

"Yu’er... it was supposed to be my turn," she whispered, her voice a fragile mix of longing and the frustration of being forced to wait.

Shen Yu looked over his shoulder at his First Wife, a wicked, dominant smirk playing on his lips even as he began to ruthlessly drive into Xu Yi’s narrow hips. The sound of their bodies meeting was a rhythmic, wet percussion that filled the silent room.

Slap...Squelch...Slap....

"Patience, Lixue," he rumbled, his voice a low, vibrating chord that made her very marrow ache. "The First Wife is the crown jewel. She should always be tasted at the end, like the finest vintage served only after the appetizers have been thoroughly cleared."

He delivered a particularly devastating blow, his hips hitting hers with such force that Xu Yi’s head snapped forward, her muffled groans of overwhelmed pleasure half-buried in the pillows.

"Hmmmmmmm"

Shen Yu’s gaze remained locked on Lixue, his golden eyes burning with a dark, predatory knowledge of her soul.

"Besides," he purred, his pace becoming relentless, "I know your heart better than you do, little sword. I know how much it excites you to watch your husband conquer and ruin your sisters before he finally turns his hunger on you. Don’t lie to me, just sit there and watch. Savor the sight of your King claiming his territory."

Lixue’s breath hitched, her eyes going glazed and glassy as his words struck the absolute core of her hidden desires.

She didn’t argue. Instead, she let out a soft, broken whimper of submission and pulled her legs wide apart, exposing herself completely to the heavy, musk-scented air of the room.

Her fingers dug into her own slick, leaking heat, her touch frantic as she watched his powerful back muscles ripple and bunch with every soul-shaking thrust he drove into Xu Yi.

Shlick.....shlick.....shlick...

Her other hand moved upward to pinch and roll her own nipples, the sharp sting only fueling her descent into madness. Her tongue peeked out from between her teeth, dripping with saliva as she panted like a thirsty animal, her entire body trembling with a voyeuristic ecstasy.

She was a woman undone, trapped in a fever of her own making, obeying his command to witness the carnal carnage before her until she was nothing more than a vessel of raw, aching need.

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A/N: Power Stone Update - 42/150