Chapter 65 | Bond and Mark

Feng’s words vanished.

Her pussy stretched around him, slick enough that the resistance gave way in warm, tight pulses. Xu stopped only when she sat fully on his lap, chest against his.

"Ngh... so deep."

She drew an unsteady breath.

The qi current moved again.

Her thighs trembled around his hips.

"Mmh... Tianlong..."

Xu lifted her by the hips and brought her down.

Clap!

"Ah!"

Again.

Clap.

"Nghh..."

He set the pace and kept it. Feng didn’t bounce freely; his hands controlled every rise and every hard descent, keeping her body aligned with the qi circuit. Her breasts moved heavily between them, brushing his chest before the next impact pulled them apart.

"Hah... ah..."

Wetness spread between their bodies.

Squelch.

Feng’s head fell back. "Mmh..."

Xu drew her down harder.

Clap!

"Ahhn!"

The returning current sharpened in his meridians. Xu kept his own qi controlled and let the circuit settle into a clean rhythm between them. Each pass became easier to feel through Feng’s breath, the tension in her thighs, and the cold-dark edge returning through the bond.

"Tianlong... the qi..."

"Keep it steady."

"Ngh... I’m... trying..."

He thrust upward as he pulled her down.

Slap!

"Ah!"

Her nails dug into his shoulders.

"Don’t lose the rhythm," Xu said.

Feng took the next stroke with a broken moan. "Ahhn...!"

Then another. "Mmh-ngh..."

The pace never slowed.

Clap! Clap!

"Hah... fuck..." Xu breathed as her pussy tightened around him.

Feng answered with a rough little cry. "Tianlong... Please... Don’t stop."

"I wasn’t going to."

Her breasts shook with each controlled impact. Sweat gathered along her throat. The cold-dark thread in the qi circuit kept returning with her breath, a pressure they could both feel moving through muscle and meridian.

Feng’s composure began to fray.

"Ngh... ah... ah..."

Squelch.

"So wet," Xu said.

Her cheeks flushed. "W-whose fault is that?"

He drove deep.

"Ahh-!"

"Say it."

"Yours." She sucked in a breath. "Tianlong’s..."

"Good."

His palm struck her ass as he brought her down.

Slap!

"Ahhn!"

Feng shuddered around him.

"Mmh... again."

Xu did it again, lower and harder.

Slap!

"Nghh...!"

Her laugh broke halfway into a moan. "You enjoy that too much."

"You asked."

"I did... ah..."

Her pussy tightened sharply.

Xu felt the change before she spoke. The rhythm in her qi started to skip, then catch. Her thighs locked harder around his waist.

"Tianlong..."

"What?"

"Let me come..."

"Not yet."

Feng’s eyes snapped to his.

He kept the same pace.

Clap!

"Ngh-!"

Clap!

"Ah... Tianlong..."

"Hold it."

"I’m... trying."

Her voice cracked.

Xu pulled her down onto the deepest stroke.

Squelch!

"Ahhn-!"

Feng’s body broke anyway.

Her pussy clamped around his cock in hard waves. Her back arched. A clear gush sprayed down over his groin and the bedding beneath them.

Squirt!

"Ahh! Ah... nghh...!"

Her hips jerked helplessly in his hands, but Xu didn’t stop. He kept moving her through every contraction, forcing the qi circuit to stay coherent instead of collapsing with the pleasure.

"T-Tianlong...!"

"Stay with me."

"Mmh... I’m... ah..."

Her head dropped against his shoulder. Xu held her hips and continued, the wet sounds thicker now.

Squelch. Clap. Squelch.

"Ngh..."

"Look at me."

Feng lifted her face.

Her emerald eyes were glassy, but focused.

"There you are."

"You told me no," she whispered, still shaking.

"I did."

A breathless laugh escaped her. "Apparently my body didn’t listen."

Xu tightened his hold on her hips. "Then I’ll handle it."

Her pupils widened.

"Mmh... yes, Tianlong."

Xu drove her down again.

"Ah!"

The pleasure hadn’t fully left her. It stacked into the next strokes before her muscles finished settling.

"Ngh... too much..."

"No."

"Tianlong..."

"Take it."

"Mmh... yes..."

The circuit tightened with them. Ordinary qi went out, returned, went out again. Feng’s Shadow Venom Essence left that cool, dangerous edge in every returning pass, while Xu kept the flow smooth through her shaking breath and tightening body.

Feng’s breathing broke again.

"Hah... ah... ngh..."

Clap!

"Ahhn!"

Squelch.

"Mmh... Tianlong..."

Xu’s cock struck deep on every descent. Her breasts bounced hard against her chest; the soft flesh of her hips compressed under his fingers. "That’s it, ahh...That’s good."

"Ah...!"

"Don’t pull away."

"Nghh...!"

He didn’t change position. Didn’t let her turn away. Didn’t give her a rest.

Feng clung to his shoulders, breath hot at his mouth.

"Tianlong... please."

"Please what?"

"Let... Let me come this time."

Xu watched her fight to keep the qi circuit steady while her body trembled on the edge.

He kissed her hard.

"Come for me."

Feng made a broken sound into his mouth.

"Mmh-!"

Xu pulled her down to the base.

Clap!

Her whole body seized.

"Ahhh-Tianlong!"

A deep stroke broke the last of her control. Another hot gush spilled around his cock and down his thighs.

Squirt!

Her pussy clenched so hard it dragged his own climax out with hers.

"Fuck... Lianzhu."

He drove to the deepest point her body gave him.

Spurt. Spurt.

His semen pulsed inside her in heavy releases while her contractions milked around him.

Feng shook against his chest.

"Ah... ah... mmh..."

Xu held her in place until the last hard pulse passed.

Her breathing came ragged now, unlike his steady breaths. Her thighs quivered around his hips. Sweat dampened the hair at her temples.

"Ngh... I can’t feel my legs."

"You can."

Her foot moved weakly against the mattress.

"You...You’re right."

Xu almost smiled.

The qi circuit thinned with their breathing until Xu let the last current settle and closed it cleanly.

[...!]

Feng rested against him until her heartbeat slowed.

When Xu finally withdrew, semen and her own wetness slipped from her pussy and streaked down the inside of her thigh.

She looked down, then back at him.

"Your gift is messy."

Xu brushed damp burgundy hair back from her face. "You don’t look unhappy."

Feng’s tired smile turned softer. "I asked for you. The rest was your idea."

Xu put a hand at the back of her neck and drew her into his chest.

"Sleep."

Feng made a small sound of protest, but her eyes were already closing.

"Bossy."

"Mm."

"...I like it."

Her weight settled against him.

The lamp burned lower.

At dawn, long after Feng’s breathing had evened out.

[Ding!]

[Daily Output Received]

[Lin Yueyao — Frost Essence +2]

[Xu Qing’er — Life Sap +2]

[Feng Lianzhu — Shadow Venom +2]

[Xiao Ruoxue — Lunar Veil +2]

The notification vanished.

’Well, at least this also tells me the time’

Feng didn’t stir against him.

Xu stayed until her breathing settled again, then eased her onto the pillow. He retied what he’d loosened, the sword still sheathed at his left hip, and stepped back into the sleeping courtyard.

The north room was dark when he entered.

Yueyao hadn’t woken. She lay beneath the light blanket with her black hair loose across the pillow, the white streak at her left temple pale even in the dark.

Xu crossed to the bed and settled beside her. He drew her carefully into his arms. Lin shifted against him, then settled with a quiet breath.

When her lashes finally stirred, the room had begun to gray around the paper windows. Lin woke slowly, then went still when she realized where she was.

"Tianlong...?"

"Mm."

She turned her face enough to look at him. Sleep had softened her expression.

"You came back."

Xu smoothed her hair away from her cheek, fingers passing gently over the pale streak at her temple. "I wasn’t letting you wake up alone, Yueyao."

A small smile touched her lips.

He kissed her forehead.

Lin closed her eyes again and tucked herself closer beneath his arm. "Mm... then stay a little."

"I’m here."

Xu stroked her hair until she was fully awake.

Later that morning, Feng joined him at the courtyard arch on the way back to the Medicine Hall side court.

She walked normally, but a little slower than yesterday. Xu noticed and said nothing. Feng caught him noticing anyway.

"Don’t look so satisfied."

"I’m not looking at you."

"Mm. Of course not."

"Walk."

Her mouth curved. "Yes, Tianlong."

The same runner was at the desk. He saw them and visibly reconsidered every choice that had led him there.

"You’re back."

Feng rested her forearms on the counter. "You say that like you missed me."

"I didn’t."

"Honest. I like him more already."

The clerk who handled the supplier slips had returned. He was older than the runner, with ink on the side of his hand and no interest in being impressed by Xu’s tournament token.

"You want the recovery-supply mark?" he asked.

"The lot that fed the west recovery table yesterday," Xu said.

The clerk pulled a narrow record from beneath the desk and ran a finger down the entries. The paper never left his side of the counter.

"Medicine Hall stock here. Wraps here. Extra recovery jars... here."

His finger stopped beside a small merchant mark pressed in faded red ink.

Feng leaned closer.

The amusement left her face.

Xu knew the mark.

Not the company name. Not the person who had carried the money. The commercial interest behind it.

He had already seen that interest written beside the request for his tournament lane.

Feng looked at him. "Same one."

"Mm."

The runner frowned. "Same what?"

Xu didn’t answer him.

The mark proved an overlap. It still didn’t prove whose hand had changed the jar.

Feng tapped the edge of the desk. "The man who asked for your lane."

Xu looked toward the tournament courts above them.

"Find where he’s staying."