Chen Wentian felt himself sink into a pool of liquid fire. It was hot and moist, and it sent thrills up and down his spine, to the tips of his fingers and toes. As the mortal Ming He, he didn’t have complete control over his body or his spiritual energy, which allowed Fang Churan’s flame energy to seep into him from his most vulnerable place. It was a fascinating and erotic experience.
“You feel so good…” He softly praised as he slid out and back inside her.
His movements were gentle but strong, slow but steady. He left her feeling empty one moment and stuffed full in the next. She groaned as she tried to adjust to his size, but she was already impatient for more.
He fucked her at a loving pace. It was the way he would treat a lover and a Dao companion. He wanted to convince her to stay using this method until she couldn’t bear to leave.
But she was a flame cultivator with a fiery spirit. She didn’t have the patience for that and began to egg him on.
“Harder… ahh… harder!”
Chen Wentian did as she asked. He thrust suddenly with full force, letting their hips slap together.
“Ahh! Yes!” Fang Churan let out a shout as if he had found a good place.
He pounded that spot many more times until she was crying for joy.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room. Her cries rose and fell with each burst of ecstasy. He felt her come undone around him and it filled his heart with pride. She was so uninhibited, so receptive. He wondered if this was a special trait of flame cultivators.
The ice sisters could cultivate both ice and flames, but until now, they were still cool and reserved like ice. They would occasionally succumb to bursts of passion, but it was not enough. After experiencing Shi Shi and Fang Churan, he felt that he had to focus on their flame arts.
“Ahh!”
“Ahh!”
“Ahh!”
Fang Churan’s cries became a little hoarse. She had already come three or four times.
They had changed position several times. Now, her face was buried in the pillow with an arched back and her butt high in the air. It was an especially erotic position, seeing her butt quiver before his eyes as his cock slid in and out.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
“Ahh… ahh… ahhhHH!” Her cry twisted into a high-pitched wail as she had another orgasm.
Chen Wentian also couldn’t hold on any longer and let himself go. He thrust a few more times and then pulled out, spraying her white buttocks and slender back with his seed. From her shoulder blades to her tailbone, he left white-hot marks on her skin, claiming her body.
“Hmph…” Fang Churan let out a snort and sighed in satisfaction amidst the afterglow. She let the embers of pleasure slowly recede before wiping her back clean, “You didn’t have to come outside. It’s not like I’ll get pregnant.”
As an experienced cultivator, she had made certain precautions before coming here. Specifically, she had taken a medicinal pill that prevented pregnancy, so she wasn’t worried at all.
Chen Wentian chuckled, “I just didn’t want to make a mess yet. I’m not satisfied with just one time. You'd better be prepared.”
She also laughed, “You’re quite good at this. It must be all the women you sleep with.”
She was teasing, but there was an undeniable tinge of jealousy.
Chen Wentian lay beside her and held her hand, “My cultivation requires five Dao companions. I can’t help it. But you should know, after I started cultivating Wuxing, I have not slept with any other woman besides my companions. And it will remain that way, that is a promise.”
“Typical men…”
“Don’t say that…”
He rolled on top of her and started kissing her again. They made out for a little while until he was ready to go. Then he opened her legs and slid back inside that pool of melted ecstasy.
The two of them spent all day inside the private room. The flying boat of the Eastern Light Clan remained suspended in the sky over a wild mountain range, waiting for their young master to finish his business.
As night was about to fall, Chen Wentian still held Fang Churan in their arms. They were both exhausted but there was a mutual desire to go for one more round.
“Churan, are you sure you don’t want to stay by my side?”
“Young Master Ming, I’ve already said it many times. After today, you and I will not owe each other anything.”
“So, I am back to young master?” He kissed her hard and grinned, “Then I will show you how the young master of the Eastern Light Clan fucks his woman.”
“Ohhh! Show me!”
Her cries once again filled the room. She was lying on her back, her legs spread wide. He thrust up into her while clutching her slender waist. She knew this was the last time, so she was especially vocal, encouraging him with dirty words and even begging him to come inside her.
For Chen Wentian, he didn’t fall captive to the moment but focused on something else. He knew she would leave but he needed a way to pull her back to him. So, he decided to play a trick. He knew it was a little cruel and she would be furious. But he felt it would be worth it in the end.
Unbeknownst to her, he silently utilized the Sword of Saint’s Conception he had learned from Luo Ping. He moved their bodies into the twelfth and final position, the sword conception position. When he practiced this position with Peng Lingxi, it was about the conception of sword intent. But with Fang Churan, there wasn't a single trace of sword energy.
His hands, which were originally on her waist, slid down to her lower stomach. He adjusted the angle and depth of his sword until he was kissing the entrance of her womb with every thrust. In this position, the hidden energies of the sword conception position took effect.
First, it swept away the spiritual protection of the medicinal pill. Next, his palms perfectly stimulated her core to bring it to the optimal condition for conception. Finally, with each thrust of his sword, he weakened her defenses until inevitable surrender.
“Ah… ahh…” She cried out from pleasure, unaware of what was about to happen.
She simply felt her body was burning up far more than usual but she attributed it to his excellent skills.
“Ahhh! I’m coming… ahhh!”
The pleasure was overwhelming and she briefly lost control of her body and her spiritual energy. But she found no problem with it, simply accepting the fact that this was the best sex she had ever had in her whole life.
“Ahhh!”
As her final orgasm arrived, he let the tip of cock kiss her womb one last time and completed the ritual of the Sword of Saint’s Conception.
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Chen Wentian stood on the deck of the flying boat, watching the figure of Fang Churan and her red crane recede into the western horizon. His three Dao companions stood beside him, also watching.
“Big Brother He was so fierce today!” Bai Yuxi said, “None of us could have lasted so long.”
Liu Mingjia’s lips curled, “After all that, she was still unconvinced? What a stubborn woman.”
Hu Xing sighed, “What a pity. We won’t be able to find a companion of the fire phase as good as her in either subcontinent. What should we do now?”
Chen Wentian crossed his arms and smiled, not saying anything. He wasn't worried. He knew Fang Churan would come to find him again soon enough!
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