Lixue lay in the wreckage of her own climax for only a moment, her breath hitching as she watched the steady, rhythmic pulse of Shen Yu’s back. He remained buried deep within the exhausted, twitching form of Xu Yi, his presence a heavy, unyielding anchor in the aftermath of the storm.

Driven by a hunger that even her recent release couldn’t stifle, Lixue forced her trembling limbs to move. She crawled forward, her skin slick with sweat and the evidence of her own worship, until she was close enough to touch the god who had orchestrated her undoing.

With a bold, desperate possessiveness, she reached out and wrapped her hand around the base of his length, slowly drawing him out from the Flood Dragon girl’s pussy.

A heavy, wet shlick echoed in the silence as he came free, glistening and monstrous. Shen Yu didn’t resist; he simply turned his head, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he watched his First Wife. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Lixue began to stroke him, her eyes locked onto his with a pleading intensity that bordered on madness.

"Please," she whispered, her voice a shattered wreck of its former dignity.

"Please fuck me, husband. Don’t leave me hollow while they are full."

The predator in Shen Yu softened, replaced by a deep, terrifyingly focused affection. He reached out, his large hand cupping Lixue’s face with a sudden, grounding warmth. He leaned in and captured her lips in the most sensual, love-filled kiss she had ever experienced. It wasn’t the mocking bite of earlier; it was a soul-consuming claim.

Lixue lost what little remained of her mind. She let out a muffled sob into his mouth, her tongue darting out to meet his, searching for the taste of the man she had loved since the beginning. When he finally pulled apart, he didn’t go far, burying his face in the crook of her neck to deliver a sharp, proprietary bite that made her back arch.

"Obviously, my love," he rasped against her skin, his voice thick with a dark promise. "Didn’t I say the First Wife would be tasted at the end? I always fulfill my word to you."

He moved with a fluid, dominant grace, laying Lixue down on the silk sheets directly between the recovering Meng Yan and the dazed Xu Yi.

As she lay there, framed by her sisters, Shen Yu loomed over her. The love in his golden eyes was so immense, so heavy with proprietary pride, that Lixue felt her internal muscles clench in a phantom climax just from the weight of his gaze.

He leaned down again, kissing her deeply while keeping his eyes wide open, staring directly into her swimming blue depths. He wanted her to see him; he wanted her to know exactly who was claiming her.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he aligned himself. Because Lixue was already incredibly wet, her body weeping for him, he slid into her with a seamless, devastating ease.

Squelch.

Lixue’s eyes flew wide, a smile of pure, unadulterated joy breaking across her face even as she groaned into the kiss. She could feel the lingering heat of her sisters on his skin, the monstrous girth of the man who had just ravaged two powerful cultivators now filling her to the very brim.

Shen Yu began to thrust, but the pace was a complete departure from the animalistic violence he had shown the others. It was slow, deep, and passionately deliberate. Each stroke was a silent testament to her value, a rhythmic reward for her patience.

He bottomed out with a soft, wet thud, his hips grinding against hers as if to ensure every nerve ending in her body understood that, despite the chaos of the night, she was his beginning and his end.

"You waited well, my little sword," he murmured against her lips, his pace never faltering as he began the slow, beautiful process of ruining her for anyone else.

Lixue’s breath came in long, tremulous hitches as she absorbed the sheer gravity of him. This was the intimacy she had been starving for, not just the physical intrusion, but the heavy, focused weight of his attention.

As Shen Yu moved within her, his hands didn’t grip her with the bruising force he had used on Xu Yi; instead, he pinned her wrists above her head, his fingers interlacing with hers in a gesture that was both a tether and a surrender.

"Look at me, Lixue," he whispered, his voice a low, honeyed vibration. "No one else. Just your husband."

She obeyed, her blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears of devotion. Every time he withdrew, she felt a hollow ache, and every time he surged back in, she felt as though her very soul were being branded.

The slow, rhythmic friction was exquisite, a refined torture that built a different kind of heat than the frantic pace of before. It was a slow-burn fire, melting her from the inside out.

Squelch. Slap. Squelch.

Meng Yan and Xu Yi, still dazed and recovering on either side, were silent witnesses to this sacred union.

"You feel so perfect," Shen Yu groaned, his forehead coming to rest against hers. He increased the depth, each thrust hitting her with a soul-shaking resonance that made her toes curl into the silk. "So tight... so loyal. My first, and my finest."

"Yu’er... ah! More... please, more," Lixue sobbed, her hips rising in a rhythmic, desperate prayer to meet his every descent. The pace began to quicken, the "slow reward" evolving into a more urgent, demanding tempo as the pleasure became too vast to contain in a slow rhythm.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The sound of their union became a wet, frantic percussion. Lixue’s head tossed back, her throat working as she let out small, melodic whimpers of absolute completion. She could feel the build-up in his muscles, the way his heartbeat thundered against her chest, matching her own frantic pulse.

"Now, Lixue," he growled, his voice dropping an octave as he prepared for the final strike. "Now you see why I saved you. Take all of me."

He delivered three massive, uncompromising thrusts that felt as though they reached into her very chest. With a final, guttural shout of her name, Shen Yu erupted once more. The flood was hot and relentless, filling Lixue’s core until she felt stretched to the point of breaking, her internal muscles clamping down on him in a desperate, weeping embrace.

Lixue’s shriek was a high, crystal-clear note of ecstasy that shattered against the ceiling, her body shuddering in a violent, beautiful release that seemed to ripple through her for an eternity. As the world finally settled into a heavy, musk-scented silence, Shen Yu didn’t pull away. He collapsed onto her, his weight a comforting anchor, and buried his face in the damp silk of her hair.

Lixue, her breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches, reached up to cup his face. Her eyes were still glazed, but a new, flickering fire of greed remained. "Yu’er," she whispered, her voice a raw, needy rasp. "Please... don’t stop there. Fuck me like you fucked my sisters. Be rough... use me... ruin me just like them."

Shen Yu’s lips curled into a dark, appreciative smile. He began to shift his weight, his hands tightening on her wrists as he prepared to grant her request, but a sharp, rhythmic knock on the door cut through the heavy atmosphere like a blade.